MPBAGS Chapter 27

The footsteps that had been wandering around beyond the door, whetting one's appetite, had disappeared for quite some time.

Andras, who had been given the pathetic name "Jelly" by Evangeline, leaned his back against the door and gasped for breath. Every time he coughed violently, he vomited internal organs and flesh in excruciating pain. His face was already a mess from the blood flowing from his eyes, nose, and mouth without exception.

The wounds from being hit by the cat had healed in a few hours, but his insides were completely ruined by the holy water that Evangeline had made him drink.

His tongue couldn't withstand the water he held and burned up, and his esophagus melted away, feeling like his flesh was being seared. Because it was the Sun God's holy water, it felt similar to when he had been burned at the stake before.

The best Andras could do was repair his rapidly corroding body. If he hadn't devoured several people before coming here, he would have died unable to keep up with the speed at which his body was deteriorating.

Damn cat bastard. He had only teased him about suddenly acting like a pet when it didn't suit him, but he didn't know he would get this angry.

And to think he would give Evangeline holy water. If it had been that bastard Flauros, there might have been a way to avoid it, but there was no way to escape from Evangeline's grasp.

Even though she hadn't gripped him hard, instinct made his body stiffen, telling him not to move. So even when the holy water was thrust at him, he had no choice but to obediently drink the poison.

The thing that had entered Evangeline Rohanson's body was very strange.

It seemed to act human-like, fitting the human guise it wore, but in fact, it made no attempt to hide its own strangeness at all.

Because it was a being beyond cognition, just looking at it made one breathless and afraid. Making Andras submit and making Flauros fawn like a cat—was this possible unless one was a god? But that thing could never be a god.

Whoever summoned it had called forth something truly remarkable.

They had been together for hundreds of years, but Flauros seemed to have no interest whether Andras bled or vomited flesh. He was being stubborn at the door when told to go outside, feeling unnecessarily resentful.

The cat bastard who wouldn't let him sit on Evangeline's sofa because he smelled of blood was lying there comfortably, which was damn annoying.

"Be quiet."

As if that wasn't enough, he got angry instead, saying it was noisy when he was moaning in pain. Who brought the holy water in the first place? He was dying because of him, but that heartless bastard was only worried that Evangeline would hear the noise and have trouble sleeping.

Flauros, who had shed his cat disguise, was so graceful that one might mistake him for a descended angel, speaking only of his appearance. His curly blonde hair that seemed like it would melt in sunlight and his sugar-powder-like skin were beautiful even to Andras's discerning eyes.

If he had to pick one flaw, it would be the messily embroidered collar. Though he himself seemed to like it very much.

Flauros rubbed his face against Evangeline's hand as if he were a real cat. It looked quite affectionate at first glance. It would have been better if it weren't for the hundreds of thousands of eyes that bloomed like mold on the ceiling and floor around him.

Because of the eyes blooming everywhere, to Andras, this place looked not like a room but like the inside of a living creature. It wasn't for nothing that the cat's scent had been wafting from far away.

Those eyes were gazing only at Evangeline. Evangeline seemed to cherish Flauros quite a bit, tolerating such a disgusting sight.

Then, all the eyes turned at once to look at Andras. No, was it beyond the door? As he was wiping his bloody mouth, the door opened very quietly. Through the small gap, he could see yellow eyes.

"Mr. Jelly. It's too noisy for me to sleep."

The voice coming from beyond the door was Kanna's.

Kanna looked around the room and, seeing Evangeline sleeping, lowered her voice. As if she didn't want to wake Evangeline, she spoke in a very small whisper.

The sound of Andras gasping in pain could be heard very well even in the room directly below. Kanna had gone out to spend some time outside, unable to bear the noise from upstairs, but when she returned, she could still hear the crying sounds, so she had come up to Evangeline's room.

Kanna couldn't dare enter the room without the young lady's permission and expressed her complaint from beyond the door.

"My sister is scared, so could you please be quiet?"

The Rohanson estate at night was particularly echo-prone. Henna was covering her ears at the endless moaning sounds. While worrying 'What if my own voice sounds like crying?' Henna asked Kanna to talk to her constantly to maintain some normalcy.

Andras felt conflicted about the fact that he was now being ignored even by humans, but then reminded himself that Kanna was a human that Evangeline particularly cherished and drew up his patience.

As expected of someone chosen by Evangeline Rohanson, she wasn't quite right in the head either. He had thought her nerves were thick from the start, seeing how she could walk around normally while her senses were visibly open to the unseen, but now she was asking someone who was vomiting blood to be quiet. This was the second time today he'd heard such words, after that bastard Flauros.

At this point, he felt like some kind of criminal whose only crime was suffering too loudly.