People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 73

“No, I don’t think that was a slave trader. The thug’s appearance was completely unlike that of any slave trader.”

In any case, Hecate, who had immediately moved to rescue the child, said she’d considered calling her guards—but given the urgency of the situation, she’d decided it best to act alone and swiftly.

“Moreover, that child seemed about Darling’s age.”

Oh dear. Knowing Hecate’s soft spot for her daughter, the already righteous woman would’ve found it utterly impossible to just walk by. I, on the other hand, couldn’t help but sigh inwardly at the realization that, even now, there were still people in the Empire who treated others in such a dehumanizing manner.

It pained and saddened me, as someone who had once ruled as sovereign, to know that despite all my diligent governance, I’d still failed to fully lift the dark shadow cast over my people’s lives.

I didn’t know how Jeff or Hecate would handle this, but I deeply regretted not thoroughly investigating back then and simply eliminating everyone involved.

“The moment I moved, the thug used the child as a shield. I couldn’t even draw my sword—I had to fight him barehanded. He was truly a cunning bastard.”

Fighting without weapons is never easy. It’s especially difficult when it’s not a fair one-on-one duel and there’s a hostage involved.

“After staring each other down for a few minutes, I finally managed to pull the child toward me—when suddenly, he grabbed my wrist and threw me against the building wall. It happened in an instant.”

By the way, my limbs are starting to go numb—just how long must I keep eavesdropping like this? I was frustrated; this was clearly a crucial conversation, so I couldn’t even stretch properly.

“I collapsed flat on my face, and by the time I lifted my head, no one was there—not even a trace remained.”

‘That’s absurd. The thug just snatched Hecate and threw her like that?’

More importantly, how could a person—no mere shadow—vanish without a trace in such a short time?

And I was shocked to learn that the child, whom I’d raised not as a noble lady but as a warrior—stronger than almost anyone else due to her own choice—had been injured.

She’d survived tumbles from cliffs and slips down slopes, always landing gracefully with only minor scrapes. She was the Empire’s strongest warrior, second only to Jeff.

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