I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 15 Part 4

15. Night of the Hunt (4)

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William turned his head in the direction that Eve pointed. Basilio, who hadn’t immediately recognized William’s true identity, muttered under his breath and swung his fist at William, who appeared to be an average worker dressed in plain clothes with an unassuming hexagonal pattern hat.

Although Basilio’s movements looked like he had learned boxing, to William, a former hunter who had hunted much more fierce monsters than him, they seemed like child’s play. William easily subdued Basilio’s movements and pinned him to the ground. In no time, he captured the young leader of the wolves.

“Ah, these damn dogs. They really drain a person’s energy.”

William ordered his retinues to surround Basilio. Only after their boss was caught did the remaining wolves start to waver and lower their tails. Eve looked at them as their momentum faded and glanced around. The inside of the pub was a complete mess, with broken furniture, corpses, injured people, and blood everywhere.

William’s retinues took care of the remaining enemies who had lost their will to fight. Eve numbly watched the scene of blood spurting from the werewolves’ necks as she dusted off her hands. Then, she turned her gaze to William, who was approaching her.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. It’s just a piece of cake.”

“What’s that on your neck?”

“Oh, it’s a mana restraint. I use a sword, you know. Somehow these guys were well-prepared. Doesn’t it look like a dog collar?”

Eve chuckled softly and made a casual remark, but William came up to her and began fumbling with the metal restraint around her neck, his eyes moist with concern.

“…I should have pulled out their nails first.”

“You bastard, why are you suddenly getting worked up?”

“Do you want to come over to my place? I have a t*rture chamber. I’ll lend you all the tools.”

“You’re saying the phrase ‘lending me a t*rture chamber’ like you’re simply asking me if I would like to eat ramen or something.”

Eve lightly brushed away William’s hand, which was somehow stickily stroking her neck, and turned her head. It seemed that his entourage were subtly concerned about the two people who seemed to be too close, and even after they had all killed the werewolves, they hesitated to approach.

“For now, let’s head back to the mansion. I have something in mind for t*rture.”

Looking around, Eve picked up the machete that was stuck on a nearby object. With the weapon in hand, she approached Basilio, who was wriggling to get free, and delivered a powerful kick to his abdomen.

Bam!

“Argh! Keugh!”

“I’ll do something quite interesting to you. You can look forward to it.”

“Ugh. You, you’re gonna regret it.”

“You still have time to run your mouth?”

Just then William stepped forward and carefully blocked her view. Eve tried to calm her boiling emotions and took a deep breath. Meanwhile, the men he brought with him had knocked out Basilio and took him to a carriage waiting outside the pub.

“By the way, how did you know I was going to attack tonight?”

“It’s not like we haven’t done this once or twice before.”

“Don’t bullshit me. You’ve got people in the mansion, haven’t you?”

William smiled softly, and instead of answering Eve’s question, he gently took her hand and led her outside. Eve also stopped questioning and obediently followed him out of the pub.

The crisp air tickled her cheeks as they exited the enclosed space that reeked of blood. The anger that had been bubbling like lava had cooled down to a trickle.

Eve seemed like a typical person who has regained their senses after a battle. Her senses were heightened to the limit, allowing her to perceive information from all directions and reacting sensitively.

William hesitated whether it was okay to entrust the interrogation to Eve in her sensitive state, but he still led her to his carriage to go to his mansion.

Eve, who was on the carriage, occasionally looked out the window to get a rough idea of their location. The carriage had just entered the center of Philegium, an area known for its expensive land value in the western.

Despite being a mansion in the capital, the three-story mansion boasted a magnificent grandeur, occupying much more land than two ordinary mansions combined.

As if recognizing the identity of the coachman, the front gate opened without delay, and the carriage drove through the forecourt until it came to a halt in front of the mansion’s central gates. When William’s retinue, who was sitting on the coachman’s seat, opened the carriage door, William got off first and reached out his hand to Eve.

“Shall we?”

Eve let out a small laugh and willingly grabbed William’s hand and jumped down under the carriage. There was a rustle from the luggage compartment behind, and another retinue got off, carrying an elongated bag she hadn’t seen slung over his shoulder.

“Have you eaten?”

As if aware of the servants’ gazes, William casually inquired.

“Let’s prepare for the interrogation first.”

“But it seems like it’s still before dinner.”

“… Your Highness.”

William shrugged his shoulders when he saw Eve’s cold face, which looked like ice was dripping from her eyes, despite her polite tone of voice. He then ordered his retinue who was following behind him to take the ?luggage? to the basement.

“Let’s go.”

The man suddenly let go of Eve’s hand, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pulled her close to him. Eve opened her lips slightly and whispered something with a smile. 

“Don’t. Touch. Me.”

Eve said with clenched teeth.

However, William didn’t seem to care much. Eve hesitated for a moment to punch him, but decided to overlook the playful antics of her junior whom she hadn’t seen in a long time with a generous heart.

Following William’s guidance, Eve descended to the basement of the mansion, grumbling as she passed the pantry, wondering why on earth they would put food next to a t*rture chamber. Touching a secret mechanism to open the door, William walked past three or four empty cages and opened the thick iron gate at the end of the path.

“Hey, this is too authentic.”

“Not to my taste.”

The two whispered to each other as they entered the t*rture chamber, where torches were hung. The first thing they noticed was Basilio, who was lying limply on the floor with his hands tied to the wrist restraints on the wall.

William’s subordinate, who had set up various bizarre-shaped t*rture tools on one table, bowed his head and greeted them. William ordered him to tidy up and leave.

“Torches in an age when magic makes fluorescent lights? Classic.”

“It’s not to my taste.”

Only when the two of them were left alone in the t*rture chamber did Eve took William’s arm off her waist and made sarcastic remarks. William crossed his arms and protested with an aggrieved expression. He leaned against the wall, allowing her to do what she wanted.

Eve, with a short dagger in her hand, cut off the clothes from the man’s body with familiar movements, while he was still restrained. William, feeling puzzled by her movements, asked a question.

“…You’re going to t*rture him, right?”

“Yes. S*xual t*rture.”

“You must be crazy…”

Eve pretended not to hear the man behind her groan in disgust.

Soon, after completely stripping Basilio naked, Eve raised her hand and struck his cheek with a forceful slap. Sharp slapping sounds reverberated several times in the dimly lit room. After about six slaps, Basilio’s eyes finally flickered open, and he groaned as if in pain.

“Ugh…”

“Hello, Basca. Are you awake?”

“…Kgh, ugh.”

“You’re quite the grudge-bearer, you know. It was really annoying to have you following me around.”

“Keugh… What… do you want…”

“Geez, why are you acting like an amateur? I know everything, Sir.”

Basilio grunted in disbelief, then let out an odd, blood-curdling laugh.

“You’re the one who bribed the Vipers? You p*nk.”

“Ha. So what?”

“What do you mean, ‘so what’? Because of you, I feel like sh*t, so you have to be punished.”

“Just for that? Ha. You’re messing with me for something so petty?”

“Of course, that’s not the only reason. You have a lot of tails following us, don’t you? Following that nobleman, our weakling at home, and who else have you been following? Is stalking your hobby?”

The man spat out blood mixed with saliva on the floor without saying a word.

“Honestly, what happened to you was your own fault. Who was the one who drugged my drink first? You wanted to have s*x with me once, and if you could find my weakness and shake me up, even better. Wasn’t that your intention? Shouldn’t I be the one holding a grudge?”

Eve smiled brightly. As soon as she said that she had been drugged, a faint aura of killing intent came from behind her. Eve, who was smiling with her lips twisted, bared her teeth at Basilio as if to threaten him.

“Haha, you son of a bitch.”

Bang!

With a sharp, explosive sound, a strong smack echoed in the room. Eve grabbed Basilio’s cheek, forcefully turning his head towards her and spat out her words.

“Scumbags like you are all the same. You f*cking trash.”

“…..”

“Yeah. Keep your mouth shut, no matter what I ask. That’s how I want it. That way, I’ll savor tort*ring you for longer. If you break easily, I won’t forgive you. If you open your mouth too easily, then I’ll really kill you.”

Eve stared down at her captive prey, her eyes burning with fury.

The hunt was over. All that was left was to slaughter the beast.

Eve took off her bloodstained vest and threw it aside, then rolled up the cuffs of her shirt. She rummaged through her always-present utility belt and pulled out a pair of gloves laced with drugs.

As much as she wanted to just send this garbage to his demise through a simple bacterial infection, she couldn’t predict how the story would twist if she happened to kill him, who, in his own way, was also a male protagonist. Eve clicked her tongue, slipped the gloves onto both hands, and cupped Basilio’s cheeks roughly.

“From now on I will ask only one question.”

“…..”

“Are you the one who took my stuff?”

The man didn’t answer. He just glared at Eve, his eyes burning red with murderous intent.

“Of course, you probably don’t want to tell me willingly, given your grudge against me. It’s better for you to stay silent until the end.”

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t say anything. Eve’s lips twisted into a smile.