My Villainous Husband

22

I smiled broadly. It was truly remarkable. Sylvia was about to yield the most interesting moment to me. Pulling the bowstring, I drew the poisoned arrowhead from the quiver.

This time, I didn’t give her time to protest.

Puk.

“Aaaaaccck!“

The poisonous arrow was stuck in the back of the prey. As the venom had penetrated into the veins and left a trail along the way, black nets were engraved on her exposed neck and cheeks. Her veins were also blackened and Roberta struggled with her last extremities.

It wasn’t fun to drag on too much. I suddenly became bored of all this and thrust a dagger into her neck. The prey was so desperate.

As Roberta’s blood spattered on my cheek, I wiped the blood with my glove. My heart was pounding. More amplified sensations than before came rushing in like a tidal wave. Even the sound of the wind rustling the leaves and the sound of birds smashing through the branches were so clearly distinguished that I was distracted.

The next moment, the heavy footsteps of a man could be heard in the distance.

It was not Raniero Actilus. He wouldn’t make such dull footsteps. Slowly abandoning the knife, I drew another arrow from the quiver before knocking the arrow onto the bowstring.

“Your, Your Majesty…”

“It’s your brother.”

My voice, falling from my mouth, was colder than usual. I could feel Sylvia’s breathing tremble though I didn’t even give her a glance. As a large man’s shadow appeared through the trees, the battle axe held tightly in his hands looked menacing.

I smiled faintly.

In an instant, an arrow aimed at him flew, cutting through the stinging wind. Unfortunately, it didn’t hit his head, but it tore his clothes and grazed his shoulders.

‘Tsk.’

Even though the medicine Raniero gave me made me a completely different person, it didn’t transform me into a weapon like him. Still, I was satisfied with just grazing him. Henry Jacques’ shoulder began to swell in an instant as if stung by a wasp.

I fired an arrow once again.

Meanwhile, Sylvia trembled beside me and collapsed.

Henry, who was roaring while rubbing his shoulder, glanced towards us. His dead mother, his fallen sister, and me with Roberta’s blood on my face and hands, aiming an arrow at him. Slowly, his eyes became bloodshot and turned inside out.

“Aaaahhhhhhhhhh!“

He began to sprint towards me.

At that moment, pain suddenly erupted all over my body.

The grip of my hand that was holding the bow loosened, and the weapon slid down. Suddenly, the smell of blood rushed into my nose. I was feeling nauseated everywhere as the sky abruptly turned yellow. Trees seemed to be pouring down this way, and Henry’s cries grew farther and closer alternately.

The next moment, the force that besieged me broke.

A sense of reality flooded my head.

It seemed that the effect of the medicine suddenly disappeared in an instant. The muscles in my limbs, which were used beyond their original abilities, complained of pain. They screamed that they could no longer hold the weapon. I could feel the blow falling down towards my body the moment I couldn’t come to my senses by shaking my head at the onslaught of pain.

As Henry struck me in the side with an axe, I was flung away with a cough.

“Unngh, ah…”

I crawled on the floor just like Roberta did a while ago. What was I doing? What the hell was I thinking when I was doing this until just now…?