Don’T Get Caught By Your Husband! [EN]: Chapter 112

#112. Last Desperate Struggle (2)

2024.06.04.

Escalion’s sword clattered loudly as it fell to the platform.

Nicholas, a strangely satisfied look on his face as he gazed at the fallen sword, turned and picked up the rope lying on the floor.

“Kneel.”

Escalion clenched his fists, his fierce gaze fixed on Pope Pronan. Nicholas spoke again, louder this time.

“Didn’t you hear me? I said kneel!”

Escalion’s jaw jutted out in anger. Seeing Scarlett’s gaunt and wounded face after only a few days, he couldn’t contain his rage.

He wanted to punch Nicholas in the face and rush towards the Pope, but he couldn’t act rashly, fearing for Scarlett’s safety.

“…….”

Finally, Escalion, his eyes still locked on Scarlett, slowly knelt down on one knee, then the other.

Standing behind him, Belladona watched with a sense of helplessness. In this situation, she couldn’t risk provoking the Pope.

As Escalion sat on the platform, Nicholas hurried over and began to bind him.

He wrapped the rope around him several times, tying him securely. Then, at his signal, Pope Pronan, still holding the poison needle close to Scarlett’s neck, slowly moved forward.

What should I do……?

Belladona watched the situation, clenching her fists.

“Open the portal now.”

The Pope, having reached the first floor, barked at the Master of the Magic Tower. The Master of the Magic Tower glanced at them, then returned to his place in front of the mirror.

At that moment, Scarlett, weakly staggering in the Pope’s grasp, raised her head and shouted at Escalion.

“Escalion, don’t worry about me, just kill him!”

“Where do you think you’re going!”

“Kugh…….”

The Pope, seizing the opportunity, grabbed Scarlett tightly again and choked her neck with his arm. Scarlett gasped in pain, lifting her head.

“Stop it!”

Belladona shouted.

The Pope’s ferocious gaze turned to her at the sharp sound.

Soon, the corners of his lips slowly turned upwards.

“Stop it? What are you asking me to stop now?”

“Release Scarlett. Don’t you think you’ve gone too far? Repent and reflect now. If you do, His Majesty the Emperor will take into account your role in Astanya…”

“Don’t talk nonsense. I don’t need anyone’s forgiveness.”

His eyes were now filled with a flashing madness.

“I have powers close to God. And no one can stop it.”

“……What on earth made you like this? You are just a religious person, a representative of God. Not God!”

“I’m not God? Well……. Belladona, with you, the Saintess, by my side, people will respect and adore me. Here, I am as good as God.”

It was impossible to reason with him.

Cornered inside and out, he didn’t hide his madness.

The same face he wore when he inflicted merciless violence on Belladona seemed to be revealed from behind the mask.

“If I can only create a Saint with my own hands……. Yes, if I could, what would be the difference between God and me?”

“You know you can’t!”

The Pope, looking at her pitifully, pushed Scarlett, whom he was holding, hard to the other side of his body.

Belladona instinctively reached out towards Scarlett, who was falling to the floor.

But before her hand could reach her, the Pope’s hand grabbed Belladona’s wrist roughly.

“Ah, ugh……!”

In a moment of carelessness, her arm was pulled away.

As her vision spun, she felt a thick arm and something sharp approaching her neck.

Belladona realized that she had switched places with Scarlett, who had been thrown to the floor, and her face was filled with dismay.

This cowardly Pope…….

“Belladona, I need you. Let’s go somewhere else together. I know a place in advance. We can start over there.”

“Let go……! I can’t use my divine power anymore!”

Belladona shouted, struggling violently. But the Pope didn’t budge.

“Don’t worry about that. If I cut your vocal cords like before, it will come back soon.”

The sincerity in his words sent chills down her spine.

As she continued to struggle to escape his grasp, Belladona’s eyes met Escalion’s, who was kneeling in front of Nicholas.

His golden eyes, now narrowed, were filled with indescribable rage.

Oh……. Belladona stopped, seeing such a cold and cruel look for the first time in her life.

The Pope, holding a sharp poison needle to her neck, turned to the Master of the Magic Tower and snapped.

“Why is it taking so long to create a portal? I didn’t make a deal with you for this.”

The Master of the Magic Tower opened his mouth with an indifferent face.

“I’m doing it as quickly as possible. The Imperial Knight Commander is sensitive to even the smallest amount of magic. I have to be careful not to get caught by him.”

“Tsk…….”

Seeing how desperately he was trying to take her somewhere with him, it seemed unlikely that the Pope would stab her with the poison needle.

So, at least he won’t hurt me here! With a small sense of certainty, Belladona shook her head violently, intending to bite the Pope’s arm.

“Ugh, this…….”

With the sudden struggle, the Pope momentarily faltered and staggered.

At that moment, Escalion, who had broken free from the ropes and jumped out in the blink of an eye, grabbed the Pope’s arm tightly.

The arm that had been holding her captive loosened momentarily due to the overwhelming force.

Belladona didn’t miss the opportunity and shook off his arm, fleeing forward.

As soon as she escaped from the Pope, she heard a tremendous sound of something hitting the wall hard behind her.

“Ugh……!”

Escalion, who had rushed forward at a rapid speed, grabbed the Pope’s neck and slammed him against the wall.

The Pope, his feet dangling in the air and his face flushed with blood, shouted at the Master of the Magic Tower, who was concentrating on creating the portal.

“What are you doing! Kugh……. Get, get this guy…….”

“I can’t do magic that harms people.”

The Master of the Magic Tower didn’t even turn his head, as if he had nothing to do with him, and gradually increased the operation of his magic power.

From his fingertips, the portal was gradually taking shape.

“Kugh, ugh……. Th, this……. N, no…….”

“Shut up.”

The Pope gasped, choking as if he was about to die.

Escalion tightened his grip on his neck without saying a word. Thick veins turned red on his dark hand.

“Ugh……. Keuh…….”

The Pope let out a painful groan, gasping for breath.

Hanging in the air, his legs twitched spasmodically.

Belladona took the opportunity to run towards Scarlett, who was lying on the floor.

“Scarlett, are you okay?”

Scarlett, who was breathing heavily, didn’t answer.

Belladona turned her over and laid her down comfortably, then unbuttoned a few of the top buttons that were constricting her.

“Ugh……. Kugh, cough…….”

Painful groans continued to be heard from behind.

Turning her head, she saw the Pope with his eyes rolled back and foaming at the mouth.

The veins on his face were bulging as if they were about to burst.

“S, st……. Stop…….”

He squeezed out his last strength and muttered before convulsing once and dropping his head to the side.

Soon, all of the Pope’s movements stopped.

“…….”

D, did he kill him? Belladona held Scarlett’s hand tightly and looked up at him. Is it really over like this?

Dirty saliva dripped down from the Pope’s slightly open mouth.

It was hard to believe that the Pope, who once sat at the highest place in Astanya, giving comfort to people with a kind smile, had ended up looking like that.

With an unknown feeling, Belladona continued to squeeze Scarlett’s hand.

Escalion, who had been looking down at the Pope, threw him to the floor.

The loud noise of something heavy falling and hitting the floor echoed emptily through the empty chapel.

“…….”

He turned his head, breathing heavily as if trying to calm his rising anger.

His thick chest was moving roughly up and down.

“Hic……!”

Nicholas, who had been watching all the spectacle with bated breath, was startled and took a step back.

Escalion, fixing his gaze on the source of the sound, moved towards him step by step with a terrifying expression like a grim reaper returned from hell.

Cornered like a trapped mouse, Nicholas frantically looked around, trying to find a way to escape.

“Is it your turn next? Shouldn’t you be a companion so that the Pope doesn’t feel lonely on his way to God?”

Escalion asked, tilting his head to one side.

There was not an ounce of mercy in his gaze as he said that.

Nicholas, looking around, found Escalion’s sword that he had kicked to the floor and ran towards it.

Bending down and grabbing the large sword with both hands, he shouted in a pathetic voice.

“D, don’t come……!”

“You’ve got a new weapon? But can you even wield it properly?”

“D, d, don’t come!”

Nicholas raised the hand holding the sword and swung it clumsily. It seemed to move sharply, but it only cut through the air at a very slow speed.

His sword was so heavy and hard that an ordinary man would have difficulty holding it with one hand.

Escalion, watching the Cardinal’s appearance, chuckled.

“Bring it when I tell you to nicely. Before you become even more ridiculous.”

At that moment, the Pope, who had been lying face down as if dead, twitched his fingertips.

He slowly raised his head and fixed his blurry gaze on Escalion’s back in front of him.

Soon, he raised his body and jumped forward, screaming.

“Aaaaaaah!”

“Look out!”

Belladona, who belatedly sensed his movement, shouted.

The Pope, who looked like he would die soon, rushed at Escalion with his eyes wide open.

Escalion quickly turned around and knocked him away, but the Pope, who stretched out his arm with all his might, stabbed the thick poison needle he was holding into his arm.

The Pope, pushed away by Escalion, flew backwards and crashed into the mirror with his whole body.

The thick mirror cracked as it hit his body.

“Hehehe…….”

The Pope, lying on the floor with unfocused eyes, let out a low laugh.

Escalion cursed softly and pulled out the poison needle stuck in his arm.

“Escalion! Are you okay?”

Belladona got up from her seat and ran to him.

As soon as he pulled out the poison needle, his arm was gradually swelling up red.

“It stings like hell.”

“E……. Escalion…….”

Her mind felt blank.

The drug that the Pope had put on the poison needle was a poison that harmed the body of a healthy person and could even lead to death.