After I Stopped Sponsoring, the Female Leads Began Obsessing Over Me

307 – Side Story: The Black Tarantula and the Saint (3)

We must protect the elderly, children and women.

This disaster is a phrase that is always taken for granted whenever a war or emergency occurs. The justification is to protect the weak, but if you think about it carefully, you can see that women are grouped into the same category as the elderly and children.

“I don’t like it.”

Tuk.

The woman continued her thoughts as she pushed Baal’s body into a corner of the wall.

Why should women be treated like old people and children? As she carefully traced her lips, she came to one conclusion.

It is the difference between a predator and a prey.

The moment the logic of power dominates everything, there are groups that become targets of ridicule. Women are like that. They become the object of outbursts of instincts such as s*xual desire – or sometimes, they literally become the object of prey.

Just like Baal did.

Now that the war is coming to an end, women are still prey in the midst of chaos.

This person consumed other people’s bodies to absorb their powers, and enjoyed preying on weak women. It must be simple gourmet food. The number is not small.

“Hmm.”

The woman with black hair and red eyes had been captured by Baal.

As she walked down the street, she felt a heavy impact on her head, closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she saw a syringe stuck in her arm, and her medication of unknown origin had kept her in a state of constant sleep. . .

Her back was extremely cold as she lay on the iron bed. Her arms and legs were tied with chains thicker than those of a first-class prisoner, and although she was neat, the tools such as saws, kitchen knives, knives, and forks hanging around she made it clear what the owner of this room enjoyed.

“It was rather good.”

The woman with black hair raised the corner of her mouth.

A friendly laugh. That alone seemed to have lowered the temperature of the room by a few degrees.

She liked the current situation where women are treated as old and weak.

Didn’t she become able to hunt with such ease?

She ruffled Baal’s hair.

His pupils lost all focus, and he could only inhale and exhale with his mouth open.

“It was a new experience.”

The woman was always hunting prey by setting traps. The experience of the positions of predation and prey being reversed was definitely new.

—Aria?

It seems like a new customer has arrived.

The woman raised the corners of her mouth. Baal Iza had set up a place in a good place, so her prey never ceased.

Sometimes spiders even steal cobwebs built on good ground.

Even among predators, a hierarchy of prey and prey is established. Serial cannibal Baal. Even though he had put the Vatican in trouble, he was nothing more than a prey to women. It’s also quite entertaining.

The woman walked towards the entrance.

My appetite suddenly got stronger.

This prey had a good scent. It felt like a big hit. It’s the kind of flavorful smell you’ve been aiming for for a long time. When I realized that this place was Baal’s web.

“Ian Black Angus.”

She knew the child would come.

Just in case, she deployed all kinds of sensory deprivation techniques right from the entrance. These were the techniques she had prepared just for that child. She prepared only the best webs she could.

The woman hurriedly went to her entrance to meet Ian.

She had a big smile on her face, but as soon as she saw Ian, she frowned. To be exact, it wasn’t because of Ian. There was a girl holding his hand her his her. Ah. You’re a saint. Even though it was a familiar face, I still felt bad. Is there any room for extenuation in the fact that he is holding the sleeve rather than his hand?

The woman simply stunned her aria and took her place.

It means that he held Ian’s hand

“Aria?”

Ian looked back at her vaguely.

Looking at his unfocused eyes her, the woman had a hunch.

Today, you can eat Ian.

It was her long-awaited wish

Tuk.

Ian’s head was lowered, losing consciousness.

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“…Ugh.”

Ian opened his eyes with difficulty. It was a faint that I had become accustomed to by now, but it had been a long time.

Infinitely dark surroundings.

Not only the light but even the man was faint. I almost thought it was a dream, but the feeling of cold metal on my back, legs, and arms made me realize that this was reality.

There is a light bloody smell.

‘What happened?’

Ian recalled the time before she lost her mind.

If you look into the spider’s eyes and look back, you will faint as soon as you see its red eyes.

I think I got hit right.

It must be some kind of hallucinogenic technique.

“…Aria.”

My colleague’s name suddenly came out.

I was half worried, but there were other emotions as well. What on earth were you doing without being alert to your surroundings? If she were a saint, she should have prevented these hallucinations.

Ian shook his head.

In this situation, it’s someone else’s fault.

Blaming others only works when Aria is next to you.

It was meaningless since she had already been captured somewhere.

Baal is definitely the worst man-eater.

— I’ll take the bait, there’s plenty to eat…

What Aria said came to mind as if it were her last words.

“…Whew.”

By the way.

Her head felt dizzy, as if it had been shaken by mud.

Her eyes and ears Her Her are sore. It is an overload of the sense organs.

This stiffness, the type of dizziness I haven’t felt in quite a while. A type of magical motion sickness that occurs when physical sensations and magic sensations do not match. In other words, this place is a kind of barrier or magic.

“Damn.”

Was I too careless?

Surely, ‘I feel like I’m the strongest on the continent?’ After thinking about this, I let my guard down a little.

Ian reflected on her own arrogance.

Anyway, that’s true.

A person who can use this level of skill.

This is at least the level of a blood woman, no. Above it.

Baal was like that? This is a guy I’ve never even heard of?

For the first time in a while, Ian felt a chill down his spine.

‘…I can’t go this cliché.’

To be honest, I feel like a villain who takes the number one position in the world but lets his guard down and gets beaten up by the main character.

Baal is a villain, not a protagonist or anything, but there is still something to be learned from clichés.

Ttogak.

The sound of quite clear footsteps interrupted my thoughts.

Ian stared in the direction of the sound.

Originally, it was an eye that could be perceived as if it were a drawing just by hearing, but now it was impossible.

It meant that among the techniques, techniques to reduce sensation and cognition were mixed.

Ttogak.

The same goes for wrists and ankles.

It was a restraining device made of something that wasn’t even metal, as if it knew that Ian was an earth magician.

Precise.

What Ian was caught in was an infinitely dense and dense spider web.

“I finally got caught.”

It’s a voice. A woman’s voice.

…Wasn’t Baal a man?

Ian raised his head.

My vision is blurry. Only black hair is visible.

And with dark red eyes…

The smell of blood.

It is a terrible scent of blood mixed with the blood of all kinds of people.

“…Who are you?”

Even Ian himself heard a surprisingly cracked voice.

“Oh, that’s right. Water.”

The woman muttered that and squatted down. Clap. Clap. Wait a moment for the sound of something being rummaged around.

“Open your mouth.”

The woman forced Ian’s mouth open and poured out her empty stomach. Ian frowned at the smell of iron filling her throat. She couldn’t resist. Because there was no strength in her body.

“Are you Baal?”

“Hmm. Did I apply the spell too strongly? Can’t I even see my face properly?”

“…What is that?”

“Hmm. Well, it doesn’t matter.”

The woman stood up from her seat. Hums her tune her her. And then.

Square, square.

The sound of her sharpening her sword was heard.

Ian opened her mouth with difficulty.

“Before I die.”

“Huh?”

“I want to know your identity.”

“Why?”

“I’ve never seen anyone who can cast spells and barriers so perfectly. At least she is a blood woman.”

“Blood woman?”

“Yes. As far as I know, he is the most perfect magician on this continent. But you… Who are you?”

“Ahahaha!”

The woman laughed out loud at Ian’s question. He seemed to like her a lot.

Damn it.

Ian thought of the last move. Even if her consciousness is half gone, her senses are paralyzed, and all her mana is sealed, it doesn’t mean there is no way.

She just put it on the back burner because she also got hurt. When a woman approaches her, she takes advantage.

Sreuk.

It was the moment the woman put her hand on Ian’s face

“Ian. My cute child.”

A sudden return of vision.

Ian, who was about to use Dongguijin’s move, blinked at her sudden return.

Of course, it was a very familiar face.

“Blood…Woman?”

“That’s right. This is the real girl.”

Ian was embarrassed.

A feeling she felt just a moment ago. Even though she was blocked, things like blood fragrance and energy did not remind me of the blood girl.

“What is that blood…?”

“Ah, this? It’s the blood of Baal. Her hand was cut off because it was scarring her fair skin. She ate so many other humans that her blood was very fragrant.”

“…Why are you here?”

“I was caught walking down the street.”

The blood woman grinned.

Ian didn’t believe it. She must have been caught.

“What did Baal do?”

“Oh, that guy?”

The blood woman pointed to her corner with her chin.

The man who was looking up at the ceiling in fascination finally came into view.

“Is he dead?”

“No. But she sucked it up a bit. She was very thick. She was satisfied.”

The blood girl stuck out her tongue and laughed.

“…Whew.”

Ian sighed at her.

She thought she had been captured by Baal or an even more ignorant serial cannibal.

Anyway, now the blood girl is no different from her colleague.

Her performance in the Blood Demon War was better than anyone else’s.

“Now, won’t you release this for me?”

Ian asked with relief.

But the answer that came back was not.

“Why the main woman?”

“…What?”

“At best, you are asking why you should release the prey caught in the spider’s web.”

“Blood woman. What on earth is that now…”

The blood girl smiled while looking at Ian who was embarrassed.

“Welcome to my web.”