Volume 1 Chapter 15 Time Of Counterattack
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
He wonders how much time has passed since then.
Judging by how often the girl has come, maybe this is the fourth day since he was locked up.
Tiet visits often, like she owns the place. She acts like this is normal for her.
She keeps coming back, again and again, as if nothing ever changes.
Each time, she does things that feel like a game to her.
Sometimes she leans close, pressing hard against him, holding his throat just enough to steal his breath. Other times, she grabs his shirt with both hands, her face just inches from his, watching him with cold, sharp eyes. She moves like she’s trying to make him react, like every part of this is only for her fun.
Once, she pushed him into a corner, pressed her hand over his mouth, and looked proud of the mess she caused. It was like she wanted him to know that he was just another toy for her to use.
It didn’t feel like he was being used as a man.
It felt like he was being made to help her play by herself.
He wonders if this is what it feels like when a woman is forced by a man.
Not that it’s the same. Not that he could ever truly understand.
But maybe the feeling—being forced into someone else’s pleasure, being dragged into it without choice—that part feels the same.
She’s treating him like a prisoner in a dungeon.
From her view, maybe he’s nothing more than a thing to pass the time.
But even so, he’s not just sitting still.
Quietly, he’s been healing. Slowly.
His left arm is working again. His leg too. He can stand now. He can move.
This place is strange.
No windows. No light. A house like this? It’s rare. It doesn’t feel like a home—it feels like a trap. Of course, the door won’t open. It’s locked. It was always meant to hold someone.
And once he gets his strength back, he’s going to leave.
He looks around. He walks through the room.
He checks every wall, every floorboard.
Tiet isn’t here right now. This is his only chance.
He doesn’t want to die with regrets.
If he has to run, he will. If he has to fight, he will.
He checks the wooden walls one by one.
They aren’t weak. He can’t pull them apart. There are no cracks he can use.
No rot. No damage.
He guesses he shouldn’t be surprised.
They didn’t just throw him into some broken cell.
This place was made to hold someone like him.
But he’s not looking for broken wood.
He’s looking for magic.
Some kind of magical trap, something to stop him from using his skills.
Nothing yet. No magic circles. No strange items.
If they wanted to block escape, this must be it. They made sure he couldn’t use anything.
His power comes from magic. It’s shaped like a skill, but really, it flows the same way as any spell.
In fact, magic was probably made by copying skills like his.
If there’s a field here that breaks magic, then he can’t use anything—not spells, not skills.
Right now, he’s stuck.
Even if he used his skill, Bandit (Plunder), it wouldn’t help much.
He doesn’t even know if Tiet has a skill worth stealing.
Even if she does, what if it’s something useless?
And worse—if he tries to take it, she’ll notice.
If she gets angry, he won’t get away with just a bruise this time.
What he really wanted to try was something else.
The only other trick he has—Brace.
It’s a tiny flame. A weak, barely useful spell.
Honestly, it’s the worst kind of magic. So small, it’s almost a joke.
But still—it’s fire. Real fire.
When he was traveling, it helped him light campfires and warm the fireplace.
Not powerful, but useful in small moments.
And now he wants to use it to start a real fire.
Not for revenge. Not to hurt anyone.
Just to burn this wooden jail and escape.
He thought he might die from the smoke.
But if the house has a second floor, maybe he could set the fire from above. Maybe he could survive.
That was his plan.
But when he tried, the magic broke apart.
The energy scattered like dust in the air.
Right then, he realized—he’s in a place where magic doesn’t work at all.
Of course. They were afraid he’d try to escape.
They planned for it. He should have guessed.
Maybe he should have at least pretended to use a teleport scroll, just to test their reaction.
And now, something else has gone wrong.
It’s gone.
He looks at his arm.
The mark is gone.
The slave mark.
It was a magic contract—a mark that tied Adelina to him.
But he’s been inside this place too long.
The magic wore off.
The mark vanished.
Three days. Maybe more.
It was bound to happen.
The slave mark was a bond.
If it’s broken, she’ll know.
She must have felt it already.
He was lucky it happened while she was still in town.
He never meant to hurt her.
Even when she was no longer his, he didn’t hate her.
It’s sad that they ended things like this.
Without saying goodbye. Without one last word.
But still, he hopes she’s okay.
In his heart, he says goodbye. Quiet, but real.
Then, he looks up.
The ceiling is a little higher than usual.
Maybe it’s a good place to hide a magic circle.
It’s hard to see. But maybe it’s there.
He reaches for the wall, ready to climb.
That’s when he hears it.
A sound outside.
Metal.
A sharp, clear sound he’s heard before.
Notes:
• Tiet – A companion and friend of Anna. A holy knight from the royal capital. She wears light armor and carries a shield adorned with a dragon holding a sword, indicating her affiliation with the National Military Police. She is concerned about Anna’s well-being and tries to support her emotionally.
• Adelina – The slave girl.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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