I Don't Want To Do a Romantic Comedy With a Villain! - Chapter 160

Episode 160

The cold wind, as if it were sharp, brushed against her cheek, and her hand holding the gun felt as though it might freeze and shatter. 

Climbing to the top of the tall building with a large gun was extremely difficult, but even more challenging was waiting in the winter cold, ready to assist them.

The uncertain waiting, the cold, and a bit of tension were agonizing. 

‘Don’t let our side be at odds.’ 

Min-joo thought as she aimed at the soldiers relatively easily with the help of the magnifying glass attached to the gun.

Bang! With a loud gunshot, soldiers fell in disarray. Those participating in the revolution each held weapons of various sizes. Those who didn’t have guns held clubs or long sticks. One thing they all had in common was anesthetic.

Whether armed with guns or wielding clubs, they all carried large amounts of anesthetic, ready to release it on the ground if necessary for the opponent to inhale.

‘I think violence is necessary, and I believe it can keep us safe. Even if we render the army combat ineffective with anesthetic, there’s no guarantee we won’t suffer.’

Andy’s words from a few days ago echoed in Min-joo’s mind.

Min-joo tilted her head, aiming at the target. There was no hesitation in her finger pulling the trigger.

‘I agree with that.’

However, responding to violence with violence couldn’t be considered right. After her conversation with Robert, Min-joo pondered endlessly. Was she wrong? Was dragging others into harm’s way for one belief not right?

But Hin was the one who solidified her resolve. Robert, who had been shouting that only violence was the answer, rescued a child from a protest filled with bullets and screams.

To prevent more children from becoming like the ones who could walk but found it difficult to run after being shot in the leg. Min-joo eventually resolved to respond with tepid peace.

“The army is coming. We need to tidy up quickly and get inside the palace.” 

A voice echoed from below the stairs.

She hesitated to turn her head towards the familiar voice but continued to pull the trigger. No matter how many times she fired, they wouldn’t die. What she held in her hand was a weapon, but it was a tool meant to avoid injuring anyone.

So she wasn’t afraid to pull the trigger. On the contrary, she became more desperate, feeling like she needed to shoot more.

“I’ll assist you.” 

A heavy step approached, and Min-joo felt a presence behind her.

He leaned his body towards Min-joo from a distance, taking out a rifle.

“Did you pass the message to the others?” 

Min-joo asked quickly as she filled the anesthetic.

“Yes. And it seemed urgent for assistance, so I deployed my people too.”

“Thank you.”

There was no response. Sunlight, the smell of gunpowder, and the fresh scent of summer flowed through the winter wind.

“Thank you so much, Peril.”

“I’ve never done such a thing.”

Monotonous replies and loud gunshots echoed. Permette was skillfully putting soldiers inside the iron gate to sleep. It was quick and precise, without any unnecessary movements.

Min-joo reloaded the anesthetic and observed the situation. It seemed they had the upper hand as not all of the external army had arrived yet. Furthermore, quite a few soldiers had lost their combat abilities and were sprawled on the ground.

The carriage was pushed closer, barely reaching the front of the iron gate. Citizens guarded the surroundings and were breaking the gate. It would probably take quite some time.

Min-joo quickly thought it was right to infiltrate the palace and persuade Ceteran. After firing the remaining shots, she and Permette tidied up the area.

“I need to get inside the palace.”

“I’ll help.”

“I can handle it alone.”

“It won’t be easy. Let’s go in together, and I’ll guide the way.”

Min-joo glanced at Permette. His firm attitude didn’t seem like it would easily yield.

So, with no other choice, she nodded, and Permette grabbed her hand and pulled her along.

“We’re running out of time. We have to run.”

Sometimes, Min-joo was reminded that Permette was only twenty. Sometimes, she could sense the fresh scent of that age. But now, Permette was solemn and reckless like an adventurer who had experienced all kinds of storms. He seemed to know everything as if he had already decided what to do.

Min-joo followed Permette down the stairs of the tall building and exited the building. Being adjacent to the palace, she could see citizens and soldiers gathered on the left.

“Come this way.”

Even as Min-joo ran towards the high palace walls, she couldn’t take her eyes off them. Those fighting for the future and those fighting to protect the country fiercely confronted each other. It was magnificent and bleak. Even though they had put many soldiers to sleep, they couldn’t deflect bullets.

Some couldn’t even scream and fell. But it didn’t seem like a massacre as it had before. The people were gritting their teeth, and breaking the door. Breaking the sturdy lock took quite some time.

When they reached the wall, Permette grabbed a rock and threw it across. With a rustling sound, a long rope tied to the rock crossed the wall.

“Climb up.”

Permette put gloves on Min-joo’s hands and wrapped the rope around her ankles. Min-joo stared up at the dark wall. She should’ve exercised for this. She didn’t have the courage, but now was the time.

She gripped the rope and wrapped it around her wrist. Thanks to the tight grip, even if she let go, she wouldn’t fall.

With Permette’s assistance, Min-joo held the rope and climbed the wall. It was incredibly heavy, frightening, and exhausting. Fortunately, the rope was pulled with tremendous force from the other side of the wall. Thanks to that, as long as she held onto the rope, her body gradually floated upwards.

Min-joo pulled on the rope and moved upwards. Even when she planted her feet on the wall, she quickly slipped, so she had to rely solely on the strength of her arms to climb.

‘I should’ve worked out, I should’ve!’

Her mind was filled with regret about her own strength, unable to even climb the wall.

Suddenly, Permette was underneath Min-joo, supporting her feet with his palms. The wall was extremely high. Sweat dripped, her grip grew weak, her shoulders felt like they might dislocate, and the rope around her ankles pulled tightly against her pants.

Unable to move any further upward, Min-joo held onto the rope, which gradually pulled her up to the top of the wall. As difficult as climbing up was, going down was equally daunting. She was afraid to jump from this height.

“Min-joo, hurry and come over!” 

Permette urgently shouted, but it seemed impossible to reach him even if she stretched her legs.

A soldier patrolling beyond Permette was approaching. He had a gun in his arms and a knife strapped to his thigh. It was a dangerous situation.

Min-joo desperately looked between the soldier and Permette, then down below her feet. There was a ledge. It was Vehen who had pulled the rope.

“We need to hurry and cross over!” 

Min-joo held onto the rope, knowing she didn’t have time to spend on the wall and that any delay would ruin the plan.

The approaching soldier with a fierce face stood still for a long time, observing Min-joo and Permette. Min-joo stifled a scream and threw herself down. Permette used both hands to support her weight, allowing her to hold onto the rope and descend.

The sound of the rope rubbing against the glove was heard, and warmth was felt beyond the glove. Vehen firmly grasped the rope again to prevent it from shaking and lifted Min-joo.

Although it was a height where she wouldn’t be hurt even if she fell, thanks to Vehen’s catch, she could avoid unconsciousness.

“You did well.”

Vehen looked down at Min-joo and spoke. Vehen, who caught her like a prince, suddenly felt impressed.

“You did well too, Vehen.”

“It’s Rolfreme’s turn to come over.”

Vehen looked down at the wall, lowered Min-joo, and grabbed the rope with both hands. Min-joo, with her light body, was okay, but she worried if he could handle Permette’s weight.

So Min-joo also grabbed the rope behind Vehen. Although Vehen seemed startled and tried to move back, Min-joo was adamant.

“Peril must have gotten it. Pull slowly!”

Holding onto the rope felt heavy. Min-joo and Vehen pulled the rope at a steady pace.

It didn’t take long for Permette to appear on the wall. It was much faster than Min-joo’s pace and beyond comparison.

Permette, squatting on the wall, pulled the rope to gather it and threw it towards Vehen.

“Be careful.”

“Are you worried about me?”

Vehen quietly expressed his concern as he tidied up the rope. Permette, with a casual expression, jokingly smiled and quickly descended by stepping on the protruding parts of the wall.

It was almost like jumping down.

“Why, what made you trust to jump like that?” 

Min-joo exclaimed in shock. Checking Permette’s condition, he shrugged and showed his unharmed hands.

“Trust me? Thanks for the concern, but we don’t have time.”

“What about that soldier earlier? What happened?” 

Since there were no gunshots, it didn’t seem like they had shot at each other.

Permette calmly passed by Min-joo and stood in front of Vehen. 

“He pretended not to see me.”

Permette vividly remembered everything, from the soldier’s expression to the movement of his hand on the gun. He had thought about pulling out his revolver in case he needed to, but strangely, the soldier turned around and walked away as if he hadn’t seen anything.

Worried that he might bring reinforcements, Permette waited for a while, but he didn’t return.

It seemed like the soldier had acted on his own rather than following someone’s orders to ignore Permette and Min-joo.

Although it was a subtle feeling, it wasn’t important in the current situation, so Permette didn’t mention it.

“I’ll go check on Her Majesty the Empress. Depending on the situation, I’ll take charge of her protection.”

Permette skillfully handed the rifle to Vehen and took out his revolver. The sight of him quickly inserting anesthetic into it seemed quite familiar.

“Make sure you don’t meet with His Highness Ceteran.”

“Yes.”

Permette nodded at Vehen’s command and disappeared straight through the garden.

Min-joo brushed off her dirty coat and adjusted the gun bag.

“Shall we go too?”

“Are you injured?”

“No, are you okay, Vehen?”

“I’m fine.”

Vehen also wore thick leather gloves. Seeing the roughened palm where the glove had peeled off, Min-joo thought he would have been severely injured if he hadn’t worn gloves.

Min-joo sighed with relief and wiped her nose on the back of her hand. If she had wiped it on her palm, it would have been disgusting.

“I’ve checked where His Highness Ceteran is. The nobles are gathered separately.”

“What about Baroness Shuana?”

“They’re together.”

“Good.”

The nobles would be managed by Baroness Meghini, so there wasn’t much to worry about.

Min-joo and Vehen checked their weapons and turned their steps in the opposite direction of where Permette had gone.

It wasn’t as peaceful as they hoped, but after all, it was a revolution.