To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 125

125.

“Calypso.”

Ro parted her cracked, parched lips to call out to the witch. Her voice, which hadn’t tasted even a sip of water for days, came out dry and crumbling, like brittle paper tearing apart. Ro wondered if anyone else had heard her voice. But in the midst of war, no man perceived a woman as a threat, and thus they remained entirely ignored. Emboldened, Ro raised her voice slightly and called out again.

“Calypso.”

The witch didn’t stir even slightly, yet Ro was certain Calypso had heard her. Like an ancient superstition, Ro called the witch’s name three times.

“Calypso. I know you’re listening.”

“…….”

“Help me just this once. In return, I’ll fulfill your wish.”

“…….”

“Just once.”

“…….”

“Please.”

Ro begged. But Calypso lay still, not a single movement disturbing her initial posture. At first, Ro thought everything had failed—nothing had happened. The sea hadn’t risen, no storm had come, no kraken emerged. Only the usual sea breeze. Yet among it, a single, unusually cool gust brushed past.

The moment it softly tickled her cheek and vanished, Ro realized she was free. The ropes that had resisted every attempt to break now snapped loose, and blood began flowing back into her bound limbs. A sharp, prickling pain spread throughout her body. It was agonizing, but she couldn’t afford to miss this fleeting chance. Before her body could protest with even greater pain—move. Now.

She crawled across the floor and seized Daisy’s dagger. Ro rose calmly, like a lioness preparing to hunt. Her gaze fixed on a single target. The stench of men’s sweat, the smell of blood, the salt of seawater, the shouts and screams… Amid the chaotic frenzy, all her senses seemed blocked, leaving only one point of silence. Nothing could be seen or heard—except Nick. A single path of hatred aimed at one enemy. She focused so intensely that she could vividly sense what Nick was seeing, hearing, and thinking at that very moment.

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