A miracle happened to him, Milo of Salisbury, who was so ordinary that he was insignificant.
The god who had not listened to his prayers when he longed and longed for revenge was now bestowing grace.
“Ugh… Ugh…”
David Bedford woke up.
Blue eyes slowly revealed from within the trembling eyelids. Milo looked at those beautiful eyes with a face filled with emotion.
His enemy had regained consciousness. Then it was time to inflict pain.
The pain worse than death that the noble Bedford princess had spoken of.
Demian barely managed to lift his eyelids, which felt as heavy as lead.
A blurry view of the dark street filled his vision. The damp, wet stone pavement, the scattered trash, the bleak and desolate atmosphere… It was a scene that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
‘Where… am I?’
He groaned, dredging up his last memory.
Just moments ago, he had been running down the hallway. To punish Lizzy for her impudent words, daring to speak to him with such disrespect, he had grabbed something that could be used as a weapon and ran without thinking.
And he had definitely caught up with Lizzy, who was sitting on the stairs, ready to grab her hair… Then someone had pushed him from behind. After that, everything went black.
He must have fallen down the stairs and passed out. He could understand that much.
But what he couldn’t understand was why he was lying on the street like this. Instead of being moved to his room and treated.
‘Who dares…!’
What madman dared to push the heir of Bedford down the stairs, knock him unconscious, and leave him in this filthy place?
Whoever it was, he would never let them get away with it. Demian made that vow, extending his palm to the ground to push himself up.
‘…Huh?’
But something was wrong. He had clearly put strength into his hand, but the hand in his vision remained limp and unmoving.
Panicked, Demian frantically tried to exert force elsewhere. He tried to move his toes, struggled to move his arms. But nothing changed.
Only his eyeballs and lips moved. Even that was difficult, and he couldn’t make a proper sound. It was as if the sensation below his neck had completely disappeared.
Something was wrong. Demian instinctively knew it. A chilling sense of dread gripped his entire body.
Then, a voice came from somewhere.
“Want me to save you?”
It was a strange voice, yet one he felt he had heard somewhere before.
Demian strained his eyes, looking around. But he still couldn’t move his head, so his field of vision was very narrow.
Soon, a pair of rough shoes walked into his view. He couldn’t tell who it was just from the shoes, but judging by the material, they didn’t seem to belong to a nobleman.
He strained his eyes upwards, and saw plain trousers and a top, typical of a commoner.
And the face he vaguely recognized was definitely one he had encountered before.
‘That commoner who took me to the dogfighting ring…!’
He had been too drunk to remember his face until yesterday, but seeing him in person, he was sure.
The guy who took him to that mess, the one who incited the fight with Baron Griffith and caused this situation. That insolent commoner.
“If you want to live, answer my question first. If I like your answer, I’ll take you to a doctor.”
Or, was it him?
Demian gasped, a feeling of suffocation washing over him.
The man before him had a completely different aura from the one he had seen a few days ago. In the man’s eyes as he looked down at him, Demian read a clear intent to kill.
An alley with no one passing by, no guards to protect him, and a body that couldn’t even move a finger…
As he grasped the situation, his anger at the insolent commoner subsided, replaced by fear.
“Then, I’ll ask the question.”
Demian’s eyelashes fluttered as the low voice continued.
“Do you remember Maya?”
He swore, it was a name he was hearing for the first time.
As if understanding Demian’s feelings, Milo kindly added an explanation.
“The employee who worked until a few months ago at the sandwich shop without a sign at the entrance to Salisbury. Short blonde hair, lots of freckles, and a small nose and chubby cheeks that were her complexes. A big girl, but easily scared, making a fuss even at the sight of a bug, my sister. Do you remember Maya?”
But even after the long explanation, he still didn’t know.
It was only natural for Demian, who had done so many things and harmed so many people.
If she was that guy’s sister, she must be a commoner. From the description, she didn’t seem like a pretty woman either. In that case, there was no way he would remember her name.
“If you remember, blink twice. If you don’t remember, blink three times quickly.”
But Demian realized that he shouldn’t tell the truth here, that he didn’t know anything about Maya or whatever.
So, he furrowed his brow and blinked twice.
‘Are you happy now? Then take me to a doctor!’
His blue eyes glared intensely, expressing these thoughts.
Milo smirked at the sight.
“Okay, then. Don’t ever forget it, remember that name even in hell.”
He said with a bright smile, taking something out of his pocket and scattering it towards Demian without hesitation.
“Ugh, aaaaaah!”
As the unidentified liquid was scattered on his body, Demian squeezed his eyes shut and screamed like an animal.
‘Am I going to die, is this how I die?’
His lips trembled wildly with extreme fear.
Even more terrifying was the fact that, even though he was so afraid, he still couldn’t feel anything below his neck.
His arms and legs still wouldn’t move, and even though liquid was clearly being poured on his body, he felt nothing.
Demian looked down at his body, tears streaming down his face.
He imagined his skin melting, but unexpectedly, his body was fine.
There was blood smeared here and there, but it didn’t seem to be fresh, and rather, the sticky, yellow, transparent liquid covering his entire body caught his eye.
Confused, Demian looked up at Milo again.
‘What are you doing! You said you’d save me!’
He said again with his eyes.
Milo, who somehow understood, scoffed and replied.
“I said I’d save you if I liked your answer.”
That meant saying he remembered Maya was the wrong answer.
‘You son of a bitch! How am I supposed to know that?’
Demian cursed inwardly. As he realized that the liquid poured on him wasn’t anything special, the anger that had disappeared into the fear resurfaced.
“You look pretty upset. Then I’ll ask again. Really, do you remember Maya?”
But the fact that the commoner before him held his life in his hands didn’t change.
So, Demian suppressed his temper and blinked three times quickly.
“Hahahaha!”
Milo suddenly burst into laughter.
Was this the right answer? Demian was about to feel relieved, thinking this, when Milo’s expression, which had been bright until just now, suddenly turned cold.
“You stupid bastard.”
And he calls himself a noble. Milo clicked his tongue and added. Then, he poured the remaining liquid on Demian’s face as well.
