To You Whom I Don’t Love That Much (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 149

The events that unfolded in the next moment seemed to stretch time endlessly before Rosetta’s eyes.Scylla’s tentacle, which had been reaching out as if to crush her, was suddenly withdrawn.As if it were coiling back to prepare for a leap.

Rosetta could vividly sense Cardier’s expression even from afar.The moment Scylla pulled away from her, his eyes softened with relief, his lips relaxed, and a faint, half-resigned smile appeared.

‘Damn it, Cardier. You did that on purpose, didn’t you.’

Seeing that expression, she was certain.He had acted knowing that raising his voice would make Scylla turn toward him.Using his life as a shield to buy her time to escape.But he didn’t need to do that.Rosetta could now hear the sea whispering within her when she closed her eyes.It was a very ancient sound.A sound that had been with her since the moment she first fell into the sea, learned to swim, and raised the sails for her first voyage.

Though it had been with her, dulled over time until she could no longer hear it…Rosetta now felt the waves surging powerfully within her.Only then did she fully understand what it meant to be Calypso’s saint.She was the sea, the waves.She might crash and shatter, but she would never bend, endlessly surging forward.

Rosetta gripped the hilt of her shamshir tightly.Then, with strength in her thighs, she sprang from her spot.Scylla’s speed was now nothing to her.In an instant, she reached where Cardier stood, positioning herself in front of him.In that fleeting moment, she saw the blue eyes she loved widen in shock.

Rosetta smiled.This was the kind of love she could give.Not being protected in a safe place, but protecting.Embracing.

“I’m sorry.”

As she spoke those words, Scylla’s tentacle came flying toward her.Arms, thighs, calves, shoulders, stomach…No part of her was left unscathed; every part was pierced.As a result, Scylla and Rosetta were pressed tightly against each other, with no gap between them.And in Rosetta’s hand was Pontos’ holy relic, the sharp shamshir capable of cutting even a god’s throat.

[No! No! No!]

Sensing the horrific outcome, Scylla hurriedly tried to retract its tentacles.But Rosetta’s swing of the blade was faster.With strength she didn’t know she had, she severed Scylla’s neck in one stroke.From the severed stump, black liquid sprayed onto Rosetta’s body along with noxious smoke.She felt all the vile poison pouring into her.

Scylla’s head, separated from its body, rolled across the ground with a hollow thud.Its tongue, which had been cursing until the very last moment, suddenly stiffened, then shriveled up like a dried corpse.In an instant, it turned to smoke and vanished into the air.

Rosetta groaned and collapsed to the ground.She thought the impact would hit her again, but someone caught her before she could touch the floor.

Cardier. It was him.He was saying something, rubbing his cheek against hers.She wanted to hear it, but the ringing in her ears was too loud to make out his words.The sound of the waves, rising from her heart, drowned out even Cardier’s voice.

Rosetta smiled faintly.She was glad he wasn’t hurt.With effort, she grasped Cardier’s cheek.She didn’t know if her voice was coming out, but… there was something she had to say to him.Rosetta moved her lips.

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