The Tale of the Teapot Hero's Revenge

39 If a vendetta dies, it must be laughable.

Slap off Taglio's left wrist, screaming, with a swordbreaker.

The only thing that can magic out is the tip of a finger or wand.

Now I can't use magic, and I can't move anymore.

"Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!

Ignore the dirty screams and dazzle about fifty soldiers.

"Hey... Master Taglio has lost...!

"We also meet each other with the Demon Gentlemen, that Taglio..., lost...!?

Those guys, they're pretty shocked.

Looks like he's out of his way, wondering if we should run.

"... hey, you guys"

Raise your voice as you take a step forward.

The bother stopped and tension ran on the soldiers.

"The Admiral's been hit, but what about you guys? Vengeance? Give up your own life, for his sake."

Honestly, this is a bet.

There's no way I can kill all fifty people in such a messy state.

But pretend you can fight and make me think that if you do, you can easily wipe it all out.

It should work because these are the guys who know the strength and personality of Taglio very well.

Taglio is bullshit resistant.

And personality sucks, and people must be weak.

Because there can't be a man who would risk his life to fight an opponent who's overwhelmingly stronger than himself for something like this.

"Hey, what are you gonna do? I'm good, okay? I'll let any one of you go after him."

"Hih...!

I asked him to hide his strengths, and there was a short scream,

"Well, general, once we're out of here!

No, you're not coming back, are you?

Anyway, the soldiers ran away for me.

... To be honest, I think I could have taken you on the road more than half of the time even if you attacked me.

Even if you can't move much, you can attack because there's a lot of hot water with magic through it.

Soldier, you picked the right one.

"Ma, wait! You're leaving me!? It is the Seventh Lady, about this me!!

That one, there's someone left behind.

I'm sitting around, my sister in a fancy dress.

I wonder if I lost my hips and couldn't stand.

... Ah, Joana ran away and caught him.

Melo and Beato run for me.

"...... Huh!!...... Huh!!!

"Sister!!

Beat, who ran, supported me when my legs fluttered and I was about to fall.

"Hey..., no, there's blood on my clothes..."

"... eh... eh!

I guess you're saying you can shake your head sideways when you sift and follow me.

Thanks.

And Melo, your tears are pouring.

"Melo, don't cry. Look, it's a vendetta. Family revenge, it's crawling like hell out there."

"... Ha, ha"

Lost both hands and legs, a completely powerless tario.

My mouth is pounding and I'm suffering from such severe pain that I can't faint.

It feels good.

"Sa, Melo. Take as much grudge as you like. That's why I barely live. You can crush your head with a rock, or you can turn it into a beehive with a stone bullet, okay? Because you keep hitting me till I die --"

"Um, sister. Thank you for taking my revenge.... but you can't kill him."

"Why? You don't need to pity such scum, do you?

If you don't stab the tortoise soon, you're gonna bleed to death, aren't you?

Because of this, it's my chance to clear up my grudges.

"It's not. There's no shard of sympathy for him, and I want to kill him with this hand now. But, sister, you have the protection of a brave man, don't you?

... Oh, shit, Melo, for me.

He's slacking me to death to make me suck on his strength.

"In order for your sister to kill Burtoghu, she should definitely eat his life!... so I'll just take my feelings. Thank you so much, sister."

You can't say you can't do it if they keep your head down with the pepper and you get this far, can you?

"... ok. Melo is great."

If I were in the same position, could I have made the same decision?

I can assure you that I will never be able to.

It's amazing, Melo.

"Beato, I'm a little sorry. Stay away."

"... eh"

I've been holding you for a while now, Beato, and you've been away from me for a long time.

This kid, what do you think of me killing people?

I haven't been told once that I've been stopped or that I want you to stop.

"Aha... ha... ah, yes, no, no..."

"Sorry to keep you waiting, garbage bug. Ready to die in vain?

"Hi-ha-ha... Oh, no..."

"You didn't ask. Well, no. I don't want to hear your deaf voice any more, so let me put a lid on your mouth."

Let it be a magical practice platform for remotely manipulating hot water, newly acquired.

Collect the scattered water again just now and make it large spherical.

I see, I think I'm free to change shape.

squared, triangled,

"... All right, let's do this"

Can also be in an elongated shape.

Stick it in Taglio's mouth like this.

"Uhhhhhhhhh!!!

I let it reach my stomach.

If I let it boil in my body as it is, my stomach is about to burst and it's bumpy.

Wow, that's disgusting.

... Beat, he's turning away.

I don't know, I just don't want this kid to see it.

Melo's just staring at you without saying anything.

"Oops! bobble, bobble..."

In the mouth, the esophagus and stomach can be boiled directly in hot water, my eyes open and I say.

The space from the nostrils to the trachea is open so you can breathe properly.

'Cause suffocation is such a lame way to die, it's lifelike for him.

"Me! but booooooooooooooooo!! but I..."

Taglio died after being kept simmering plenty from the inside of his body and shouting his head off again and again without a voice.

"... Yes, over"

As a result of his death through suffering, he drowned his tears and nostrils and completed a terrible death face with his eyes and mouth open funny.

When I let go of the control of the hot water, Zavah hot water came out of Taglio's mouth.

At the same time, I feel a surprising amount of power resided in my body.

"How was it, Melo? Was he scared to death?

You're determined to be scuffy, aren't you?

'Cause it's family revenge, isn't it?

It's a refreshing decision when you're dead.

"... eh... eh... eh..."

"Ah... the? Why are you crying?

"Wow, I don't know...... eh. Just suddenly, about everyone in the family, remembering... Eh, even if the vendetta dies, everyone, there's not enough... Eh, uhhhhhhhhhhh..."

... I wasn't sure.

How does Melo feel right now?

Because I'm not Melo.

If I kill Burtoghu, I'm sure he'll be refreshed.

'Cause I'm sure I'm the first person to laugh when I kill him.

"Good day, Killier. It was amazing."

Whoa, when were you here, Joana?

I'm grabbing Noah's roots and dragging him, but the dress looks expensive is worn out.

Poor thing.

"Joana, thank you Melo for protecting me. Wounds, okay?

"Perfect thanks to Beato. It won't hurt a bit more."

"That's more than anything. So, it's Soviet."

Seventh Lady Sama, you look so blue at the death of your own husband.

To my voice, my shoulders trembled.

You think it's your turn or something?

"Ya, help, help... ah, kill, don't..."

"I'm not gonna kill you."

"... eh"

Yes, I won't kill you.

'Cause if you kill him, you're gonna go to the afterlife, right?

Mr. Cain will find out about him.

You can't do that.

"For once, you promised Mr. Cain. It's just that I'm not gonna kill you."

Just don't kill him, and he'll be punished.

"Why don't you just go back to Fregenta? Now that Taglio's dead, it's not Mon who knows if you'll be recognized as a member of the royal family."

"Well, if you're a real wife, you're still in the sideroom, and you're the seventh lady. If Taglio is dead, he's kicked out of the royal palace and is sure to live on the street. Well, whores, if you're unlucky, slavers will catch you, and either way, you're better off dead. Living hell awaits you."

At least you won't be able to live a hell of a life.

It would be a much heavier punishment for him than killing him here.

"Ah, ahhh..."

"Look, just disappear from before me"

"Uh-oh!

After a look of despair, Noah ran toward Fregenta.

Falling over and over, wearing a dress that looks expensive all over the sand.

"... hey, are you sure? You don't have to kill me."

"... had it not been for Mr. Cain's daughter, I would have killed him. Because that's all we talk--"

Is that it?

My vision suddenly became a mess.

That's crazy, I can't stand.