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Chapter 775 - Unlikely Savior (Merle's Arc)

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (November 2021)

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She wasn't about to yield her virginity to this ugly, green-skinned Fae while she fought to make him surrender his life.

The bastard was physically stronger than her but she would never agree to fornicate with the disgusting pig and even pretend to moan for him.

Adrenaline shot through her body in outrage and she was able to set one of her hands-free and landed a strong punch from the increased strength.

It had no effect against the bastard and the male Fae just laughed it off as if her blows only tickled him.

Hie seized the hand that punched him and squeezed her wrist hard that she could hear her bones crack from the pain.

She pressed her lips together so that the bastard wouldn't hear her cries.

These power-hungry creatures become intoxicated hearing the cries of their victims.

Fingers trembling, the muscles around that specific arm weakened as she tried to move them but it had gone numb.

Merle was in Prince Balthasar's Militia to earn coins to buy whatever she needed.

She never asked for this abomination to happen.

He thought he could gain leverage over her just because she was a woman?

The Fae Knight must have forgotten she was the best swordsman—well, swordswoman—in that camp aside that could rival the Prince himself.

Merle hadn't killed anyone with her sword but she was determined to make an exception that night.

Unfortunately, she was nothing without the double-edged sword in her hand.

Both of her arms were raised above her head as the brute pushed her down while his rancid, strong body climbed on top of her.

Air whooshed out of her lungs at how heavy he was and Merle could barely breathe from carrying his weight.

The unrepentant predator had bound her wrists together with just a single hold.

Her heartbeat raced as she felt the tears leaking at the corner of her eyes.

At that moment, Merle had no weapon within her reach because the Knight had commanded her to throw all the possible weapons she can use.

It was the first thing he spoke during their first encounter, snatching her out-of-the-blue while she walked down the trail back to their camp after relieving herself in secret.

Things had moved too quickly that her brain couldn't keep up.

Out of fear for her own life, Merle initially followed his orders like a mindless machine before she got a hold of herself.

Merle could be so many things but being stupid wasn't on the list.

She kept a few hidden throwing stars attached to her upper arm but the glint of the small dagger in the moonlight caught the bastard's eye and confiscated them at once, ripping the tiny leather straps with the tiny daggers like a savage the way he ripped her clothes off.

The?Knight had the nerve to slap her in the face for her disobedience.

In her thoughts,?she had already practiced the precise motion of cutting and stabbing him on the side of his throat with the throwing stars and losing the secret ammunition she had made her shoulders sag in hopelessness.

All she could think about was the rapist's end game —death.

Blood trickled at the corner of her mouth as she spat her broken tooth, hitting him in the eye.

She didn't regret it but another strong slap landed on her cheek.

Merle's pain resistance heightened from her desperation to escape.

Her repeated 'disrespect' didn't just make her lose a tooth but more blood had dripped on her nostrils along with the metallic taste in her mouth.

The third time was a charm.

The bastard raised her hand to land another smack in the face.

From the glint of insanity reflected in his eyes, the intention to crack her jaw was obvious.

Merle had prepared herself for the worst.

Fortunately, the worst turned into the best.

A stray Archangel who happened to roam around that forest had materialized behind the Knight and helped her kill the idiot with a sword stabbing the back of his neck at the base of his skull.

She must be a warrior Archangel tasked to hunt the sons of the Watchers and kill them with Angel Blades so that their avenging souls weren't bound to the earth.

It was instant death and he deserved it.

The divine being had heard Merle's prayers.

She stared at her with her mouth wide open in shock.

Merle couldn't thank her enough for her divine intervention despite the pool of crimson dripping from the sexual predator's mouth unto her naked and vulnerable flesh.

Her teeth had gritted in disgust as the blood gushed thick and strong, flowing through her fingers.

Deranged Fae Knights--like the one who attempted to rape her--snatched women and f*ck them when their lust to overpower the weak hits them.

These misogynistic bastards were too delusional, expecting a 'thank you' from the women after defiling them.

As she cupped the warm and thick fluid, Merle moved it over her hand as it continued to leave his rapidly paling flesh.

The defiler's pulse became slower and weaker until his soul left his stocky form.

She couldn't feel her left arm since the bastard broke her wrist.

Grimacing, her hands clasped the Knight's broad shoulders and managed to push him off the side.

Merle didn't feel sorry for him at all when she sat up, wiped the blood off her hands, and rubbed them against the tufts of grass underneath her.

She would have torn a part of the dead Knight's shirt to clean her hands off his ichor but she was cautious not to touch any part of the demonic bastard.

Her bloody nostrils flared in anger.

Merle would rather be dirty than come into any further contact with this dirty pig.

The Archangel who helped her kill her tormentor reached out a hand to assist her in standing up.

As she repeated her thanks and appreciation, Merle clasped her slender hand willingly and pushed the earlier traumatic events at the back of her mind.

The Archangel gave it a light squeeze of reassurance that she was safe in her presence.

It was the first time she came into contact with a female Archangel and the woman revealed her name to be Ariel.