Volume 4 Chapter 68-2 The Enemy Is The Pirates
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
On the enemy ship, Kéa and the fairies fought fiercely, quickly taking control of the close-quarters battle with unmatched coordination.
The pirates, thrown into chaos, broke their formation and fell one after another like leaves in a storm.
The enemy’s long-range attacks were blocked by Rozmiaque’s defensive magic, which formed layers of glowing shields and living vines.
Even if the enemy ship tried to escape, the strong headwind caused by Lifia’s Spirit Magic held it back firmly, like invisible chains dragging them into judgment.
The sounds of clashing swords, the roar of magic, and the pirates’ shouts and screams filled the air over the sea like a violent orchestra.
The pirates fought desperately, driven by fear and fury, but our forces were in no danger—they were holding their ground with ease.
Even pirates, who were used to rough battles and savage ambushes, were far weaker compared to dungeon monsters.
Our forces were strong enough. There was no need for me to step in.
More importantly, I needed to attend to the girl with Tifi, who was still unconscious and vulnerable.
I looked closely at the girl’s face again.
She had short black hair, chopped roughly but somehow cute. Her wet hair stuck to her forehead, giving her a fragile look, like a broken doll in the rain.
Her sun-tanned, healthy brown skin showed through the gaps of her soaked, simple clothing.
Despite her youthful, almost childlike features, her chest was full and well-shaped, a surprising contrast.
But what caught my attention most were the features on her head and waist—clear signs of a different race.
The girl had glossy black cat ears on her head and a slender, swaying tail at her waist.
She was a member of the beastfolk race.
Beastfolk are a race with animal physical traits—ears, tails, claws, sharp senses.
I had seen them a few times in town, usually in passing, but this was the first time I saw one up close, still and breathing in front of me.
Her ears and tail were so smooth, like high-quality velvet, that I instinctively wanted to touch them and feel the texture myself.
But now wasn’t the time for that—not while she hovered on the edge of death.
She had been thrown into the sea with her hands tied by ropes and was close to drowning.
If it hadn’t been for the demon sardines supporting her, I don’t know what would have happened by now.
Those flying fish monsters might have been ridiculous, but today, they were lifesavers.
Her clothes were soaked, clinging to her, and her body temperature had dropped significantly.
Her face was twisted in pain, and she seemed to be losing consciousness with each passing second.
I drew the knife from my waist and cut the ropes binding her wrists.
Then, dark red bruises appeared on her wrists like bleeding lines. It seemed she had been tied very tightly, with no mercy.
I quickly took a potion from my pouch and opened it.
It was made from Ambrosia-squeezed juice, stronger than a Greater Healing Potion and even more rare.
Its glow was faint but warm, a sign of its power.
I tried to slowly pour it onto her lips, careful not to spill any of it.
But…
”…cough…cough…!”
The girl choked, struggling to exhale. Her body jerked slightly.
The potion spilled from her lips, only wetting her chest uselessly.
”Mr. Taro, no! You can’t make her drink it while she’s unconscious!”
Tifi hurriedly stopped my hand, reaching out with urgency. She was right.
Forcing liquid on someone barely conscious could make it go down the wrong way—into the lungs, not the throat.
There was no other choice. No time to think of dignity or caution.
I held the potion in my mouth and pulled the girl’s face closer.
Then, without hesitation, I pressed my lips to hers in a life-saving kiss.
It was cold.
Her lips were icy, trembling slightly, probably from the seawater and shock.
I pried open her lips with my tongue and poured the potion into her mouth carefully.
Her throat moved faintly. She seemed to swallow a little, weakly.
I held her delicate, sun-kissed body and took another sip of the potion.
Then, once again, I pressed my lips to hers, more focused this time.
Her body was firm yet soft. I could faintly feel her body temperature through her wet clothes—it was returning, little by little.
She was still alive. And still fighting.
After a while, the girl’s soft tongue began to move.
”Mm…meow…”
A faint, cute sound slipped from her mouth like a kitten’s mewl.
Seeking more potion, her small tongue entwined with mine.
The wet, lewd sound echoed in the quiet around us, awkward and shameless.
”M-Mr. Taro… not more than this with someone you’ve just met…”
Tifi, who had been watching, shouted with her face flushed red.
She looked confused, embarrassed, and unsure if she should intervene—or cover her eyes.
Indeed, from an outsider’s perspective, this situation might be misunderstood. But this was to save her life.
There was no time to hesitate or explain. I won’t deny it has its perks, though, even if the timing was all wrong.
That said, it should be fine soon.
Thinking that, I pulled away, and at that moment, the girl’s eyelashes trembled faintly. Then, slowly, her eyelids opened.
Her amber-colored eyes appeared.
Her consciousness was still hazy, but she was regaining focus little by little.
Those eyes stared directly at me. For a moment, we locked eyes—two strangers, one breath apart.
They were beautiful eyes. I thought so naturally, without meaning to.
But the next moment, her expression changed completely. Her cat ears stood up sharply, and her tail bristled like a puffed-up brush.
She seemed to understand the situation now—at least part of it.
”L-Let go!”
At the same time as her angry shout, the girl’s small fist struck my chin.
”Guh!?”
I was completely caught off guard. I hadn’t expected it—at all.
An uppercut with power unimaginable from such a light physique.
My upper body was thrown back violently, neck snapping upward.
Seizing the opportunity, the girl slipped out of my arm like water.
Then, with a swift leap, she jumped up onto the railing, legs bent like a wild animal.
She was agile, almost like a cat. So this was the physical ability of a beastfolk.
Fast, silent, and spring-loaded with strength in every muscle.
And then she yelled:
”What did you do to me!?”
Her eyes flared with heat. Her voice was sharp and cutting.
The girl was a “boku” type—one of those girls who spoke like a boy.
That alone told me she had a strong personality. Maybe too strong.
Fairy-san, the pirate has no mercy.
And neither, it seemed, did this cat.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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