The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 110

Chapter 110: Shattered Cage

Don’t come, stay away.

Because I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore.

If my words and actions end up hurting someone…

It’s better to stay alone in the darkness than to repeat the same mistakes.

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When the black storm subsided, various sizes of iron fragments rained down in the courtyard. Holding a shield overhead to protect against the fragments, Rakul embraced Teresa, pulling her close to avoid being hit.

Teresa hadn’t become a monster. What Rakul felt through attacks and swords was a sense of self-blame. Crushed by her own intense feelings, which had been manifested by that crystal, Teresa decided to imprison herself in a cage where no one could approach.

By doing so, she could avoid hurting anyone. This extreme idea not only formed a cage but also acquired the function of a terrifying monster’s armor that no one wanted to approach.

The realization came when Rakul noticed the crystal on her forehead and felt the discomfort in her metal-covered body. Until now, those who turned into monsters had crystals embedded in their chests, and among the developed forms of living beings, Teresa was the only one who had a golem-like appearance.

So, when Rakul figured out Teresa’s location by the resonance of the sword hitting her and pulled her towards him, he simultaneously triggered a storm during the deployment, forcibly detaching her from the inside.

Teresa, now rescued, had wounds all over her due to the pulling effect, but she was breathing, and there were no apparent abnormalities.

…She seemed thinner than the image in his memory, but there was no sign of weakening. Slowly, he placed her on the ground.

“Ugh.”

After a while, Teresa opened her eyes with a faint voice. Forcibly pulling her out was a gamble, but for now, it could be considered a success.

“…Serk? …Is this a dream?”

Teresa, raising her upper body, muttered as soon as she saw Rakul. Sighing, Rakul took out a potion and stuffed it into Teresa’s mouth.

“Mmph!?”

“Drink.”

“Hm!? …Mmhm!? …Puhaha! What are you doing!?”

“Your eyes are open now.”

Saying that, Rakul looked at Teresa, who seemed startled, and she, in turn, remembered everything that had happened so far.

“Do you remember what happened?”

“Yes… When I was inside, I thought it might be a dream or something, but it seems to be reality.”

Teresa answered with her head lowered, and then she asked Rakul.

“Why… did you save me? I hurt you, drove you into a corner…”

“…”

“I mean, if you killed me, it wouldn’t be unreasonable… I…”

“…I”

Trying to answer Teresa’s question, Rakul moved his mouth…

—

From behind Teresa, a shadow shot out. The shadow hand swung a blade held in a reverse grip.

Teresa was pushed away, and at the same time, Rakul picked up a small sword and pierced the shadow. If it were a person, the small sword would have penetrated where the heart was, reaching through to the back.

“I thought I completely caught you off guard… However, it seems I’ve won.”

The shadow, Fyfth, said so, aiming the other hand towards Rakul. From the clenched black mirror, numerous black hands appeared, grabbing Rakul.

Being pulled by the hands, Rakul was sucked into the mirror…