Chapter 7 - 7
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“Beautiful scales…
You’ve been shot here; these scales are newly grown.”
“Heh…
If it weren’t for those detestable guns, not only would those Humans fail to capture me, they’d all be dead…”
She licked her lips, her emerald eyes brimming with bestial hunger, as if ready to devour a person whole.
In the effort to capture her, humans deployed over a dozen slave catchers armed with guns.
She killed three-quarters of them, so after she was caught, she received “special treatment.”
She still remembered how the humans brutally beat her, how they pulled off her scales with pliers, how they sliced her skin with the edge of a knife.
Rafael’s pupils narrowed into vertical slits, just by killing the human in front of her, she could return, she was determined to seek revenge on humans, to make them pay for everything they had done….
Her murderous aura was so obvious that the scale in Fisher’s hand stood on end.
Whenever Rafael became agitated, her scales would respond by standing up to express her mood, but he had no idea what was up with that steam, he would have to figure it out later.
He gently smoothed the standing scale with his hand, then sidestepped to pick up the silver knife from the table.
Seeing him take up a weapon, Rafael let out a roar like that of a dragon, causing the temperature in Fisher’s hand to surge, as if he had seized a boiling kettle, forcing him to release his grip.
“Roar!”
In the face of her terrifying threat, Fisher sat squarely facing her, unfazed.
“The places where you were shot hurt at night, don’t they?”
Rafael’s pupils dilated slightly.
“After you were shot, they simply removed the bullet fragments.
They have no knowledge of how to treat wounds on demi-humans, and it’s likely that none of the doctors that treated your wounds were proper physicians, which has left lingering injuries in your right leg and left hand…
Rain, movement, the shifting of scales, all of these can aggravate the underlying muscle damage, so it hurts, doesn’t it…”
“You failed to attack me earlier because your body isn’t coordinated, your right leg can’t keep up with your left leg, your left hand can’t keep up with your right hand, you’re too slow, and I caught you off-guard…
You’re injured, without my healing, you won’t be able to carry out your assassination.”
While Rafael was distracted, he gently lifted a slightly pale scale with the silver knife to reveal the flesh underneath, which was dark purple, starkly contrasting with the surrounding fair skin.
“This is none of your business, I will kill you!
I’ll skin you, smear your blood across this land, you will die in the most agonizing way possible, I keep my word!”
Rafael’s scales stood on end again, but no steam came out this time, so Fisher reached out and grabbed her right leg.
With a mocking smile, he raised the silver knife,
“Do you think you can, little dragon?”
The side of the silver knife cut into the putrid flesh.
Besides her right leg, which Fisher gripped firmly, her entire body arched in pain as if reliving the day the bullet entered her body, only this pain was much more intense, as if boring into her marrow.
Lord knows what those slave traders coated the bullets with to bring down demi-humans, stronger than humans, as the muscle around the bullet was almost rotten to the bone.
“Bang bang bang!”
The silver knife trembled slightly as Rafael’s tail thrashed wildly on the ground, but Fisher’s left hand clamped down on her right leg, immovable as an iron vice.
“Kill you!”
“I will kill you!”
“Kill…
you…”
“Ugh…”
From her right leg to her left hand, as the healing progressed, and as time passed, the deadly threats gradually took on a sobbing tone.
Drops of blood fell down her body onto the ground, where they gave off steaming wisps, causing Fisher to wince and look away.
His floor…
But thankfully, the healing was finally done.
Fisher picked up gauze and medicine, wrapping them layer after layer around her calf.
Actually, it hadn’t been that long.
The sound of the other demi-human girls returning hadn’t even reached them yet, but even one more second of this pain was torture, especially without anesthesia.
“…You’ll have your chance if you can seize it.”
This was his response to her supposed threats of killing him.
Fisher looked at Rafael slumped in the chair, continuing to measure the rest of her body’s data with a measuring tape, ignoring her murderous gaze.
“Demi-human bodies heal quickly.
You should recover before long.
I look forward to your assassination attempt.
Tonight’s research is over, you may go now.”
He stood up, tossing the bloodied silver knife into the side dish, then washed his hands with clean water, and turned off the nearby light.
Although the light had vanished, colorful afterimages persisted in Rafael’s eyes, along with the back of the man walking away, etched into her mind.
“Kill…
you…”
“Mhm, do your best, Miss Dragon.”