I Reincarnated As A Villainess, But Why Did I Become A Cat Butler Instead? - Chapter 223

Chapter 112.1

The blood splattered in all directions, like a scene from a movie.

I learned for the first time today that when someone’s neck was separated from the body, blood splattered like that. I stared in disbelief as the body of the new Count of Bilbao writhed and collapsed, only to turn my head belatedly as chills ran down my spine.

‘…I’m sure I’m going to have nightmares today.’

Not only that I’ve seen so much blood and corpses, but I’m also a coward.

Dimitri severed the enemy commander’s neck and shook the blood off his sword with a swift swing.

As he strode away with a leisurely gait as if his work had been completed, at the same time, the knights who had been fighting a bit away from him filled the gap he had left. Still, it was clear that there was no more shuddering battle, except to hold the demoralized enemy at bay so that they couldn’t escape.

Dimitri seemed as if he had just finished a refreshing workout, though what dripped from his hair and clothes wasn’t sweat but rather blood.

He gave orders to the knights.

“Don’t miss a single one.”

After those words, he glanced at the Cayetana and the elders. Even though she was still standing upright and glaring at Dimitri, Cayetana’s body was trembling.

Dimitri smiled as if he was very excited about what was to come.

“Don’t worry, Mother. I have no intention of killing you right now.”

His voice was uncharacteristically soft and kind, making it even more unsettling.

Cayetana’s legs gave way as though she had foreseen her own future, and she sank down and collapsed. She closed her eyes tightly as if acknowledging her end. In the meanwhile, Dimitri approached me with leisurely steps as if he had just taken a casual stroll.

“Rowaine.”

He called me as usual.

However, whether it was due to witnessing him kill people so casually just moments ago or perhaps because he was covered in blood that made my skin crawl just looking at him — I couldn’t help but shudder involuntarily.

Perhaps it was because there was a different light in his eyes than I had ever seen before.

Maybe I might be overly fearful and let my imagination run wild, but watching him walking towards me from a distance felt like a scene from a horror movie. It was a scene where the protagonist’s colleague approached with an eerily submerged sound, accompanied by an unexpectedly suspicious smile.

There was a strange madness in his gaze.

“Dimitri…”

Subconsciously, my hands became tense. Only then did I realize that I had been holding the axe I had for self-defense all this time.

It was a moment when I was so startled that I was about to throw it away…

“Aaahhhhhhhh! Die!”

A voice filled with malice echoed loudly in the hall.

Before I knew it, Count Schdental had suddenly slipped between Dimitri and me.

He, who should have been tied with a rope, now held up the knife that Dimitri had thrown at him earlier, urging him to cut fingers. Apparently, in the chaotic frenzy, it seemed like with nobody retrieving the throwing knife amidst the confusion, the Count had taken the opportunity to cut his own ropes and was now watching for a chance.

Faster than Dimitri could raise the sword he had let down, Count Schdental thrust the knife into his chest.

Puk!

“Dimitri!”

Everything seemed to slow down as if in slow motion. As Dimitri’s body leaned forward slightly, the blood-soaked sword slipped from his hand and rolled across the floor. At the same time, Count Schdental pulled out the knife he had stabbed Dimitri with and raised it high once again.

Having witnessed that, my senses were thrown into disarray.

As though my perception was distorted, it felt like all sound had been erased, and I could hear Dimitri’s breathing very loudly in the distance.

No, was I hearing his breathing, or was it my own?

Or could it be that the screams I heard somewhere were coming from my own mouth?

No, such distinctions seemed irrelevant as Count Schdental was once again trying to plunge the sword into Dimitri’s heart. So with all my might, I brought the axe raised above my head down, aiming for the Count’s shoulder.

“Eeekkk!”

“Aaaakkkk!”

Although the axe didn’t land exactly where I had expected it to, it nevertheless inflicted a significant wound on Count Schdental’s body. The unpleasant sensation of hot, foul-smelling liquid splashing into his face sent him sprawling across the floor.

“Dimitri! Dimitri! Come to your senses!”