After the Black Moonlight’s "Death Escape" Failed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 11

Chapter 11: The Wolf and the Whip-Wielder

◎ Needing help even to turn over ◎

Because of that momentary lapse, Nameless missed her chance to struggle. By the time she snapped out of her daze, she was already lying face-down in the pile of pillows.

“!” With her vision blocked and the position triggering terrible suspicions, she drove her elbow backward with all her might—

“Ngh!”

Both she and Jiao Qingyin cried out in pain simultaneously.

Jiao Qingyin had been hit squarely by Nameless, while Nameless had overexerted herself, tearing her unhealed wounds. The pain jolted Nameless’s brain. Restricted by her waist injury, she couldn’t flip over immediately, so she bit her lip and threw another elbow strike toward Jiao Qingyin’s sensed position.

Jiao Qingyin dodged to the side, realizing Nameless had misunderstood her actions.

Back in the antechamber, she had noticed the fabric at Nameless’s waist was a suspicious color and suspected the wounds on her back had burst open. Now, she simply wanted to place the immobile girl in a position suitable for medical treatment. She had considered explaining her intent first, but given the original owner’s persona, the more she spoke, the more likely she was to slip up. So, she had simply acted.

However, she had underestimated Nameless’s guard against her, and her plan had backfired.

Seeing more blood staining Nameless’s back and sensing her agitation was too high for words to reach, Jiao Qingyin sighed. She knelt on one knee upon the pillows, pulled off the ribbon tying back her hair, and grabbed Nameless’s hands, binding them together.

During this process, she met even more violent resistance from Nameless. She took a few more hits, and her shirt was smeared with Nameless’s blood.

“Don’t move,” Jiao Qingyin said, for what felt like the tenth time today. “Or bear the consequences yourself.”

Hearing the implicit threat and realizing she was powerless to change the outcome, Nameless’s gasping struggles gradually ceased. However, the temperature at her chest rose rapidly as blood-red runic symbols began to manifest on her skin.

Unaware of the danger, Jiao Qingyin was also breathing heavily. Her physical stamina was inherited from the original owner, and subduing Nameless had exhausted her completely. She couldn’t get up for a moment. Nameless lay prone on the soft pillows, her body as tense as a string about to snap, slowly closing her bloodshot eyes.

I gambled wrong. I shouldn’t have held unrealistic fantasies about Otillia Hughes. These nobles are all the same; they cannot change their nature.

Nameless had just finished a silent curse when she heard Jiao Qingyin mutter from very close by: “It would have been better if you were this obedient from the start.”

Nameless snapped her eyes open. The Blood Curse, halfway through its activation, came to an abrupt halt.

(Expletive) (Expletive) (Expletive)—

As I thought, I can’t let this thing die so easily—!

At that moment, she completely abandoned the thought of mutual destruction that often bubbled up. Before she could return every grudge and debt a hundredfold, she would never let this woman die—!

Jiao Qingyin, unaware she had just earned another entry in the ledger of hate, had recovered enough to stand up. Just then, she heard the thud of a heavy object hitting the floor behind her.

Lottis stood at the door, staring blankly at Jiao Qingyin and Nameless. At her feet was a leather medical case that had fallen open. She saw the Princess pinning someone down, clearly in the middle of “business,” and she had just… walked in… walked in…

Meeting Jiao Qingyin’s gaze as she turned her head, Lottis’s legs went weak, nearly causing her to collapse. But with the butler glaring at her from the side, she could only step forward with unsteady feet and speak weakly: “Your Highness, what are your commands…?”

Her expression was so vivid and panicked that Jiao Qingyin was momentarily speechless.

“H-how about…” Jiao Qingyin’s silence made Lottis even more desperate to retreat, her feet instinctively shuffling backward. “Your Highness, please finish your business first. I’ll come back later…”

She was terrified of ruining the Princess’s mood and being punished, but even more terrified that she might actually enhance the mood—what if the Princess asked her to join? What would she…

“Treat her.”

“Huh? Ah! Y-yes! Right away!”

Lottis scrambled to pick up her case and rushed forward. She saw a slave wearing a black collar lying on the familiar pile of pillows, hands bound behind her back with a red ribbon, hair disheveled, and bloodstains everywhere. She looked exactly like someone who had just been… “disciplined.”

Lottis didn’t recognize her as the same Nameless she had treated before; she assumed this was a new favorite of the Princess.

Lottis kept her eyes lowered, not daring to ask Nameless to undress. After laying out her tools, she began to use healing magic directly through the fabric. During the process, her eyes caught the puppy snoring nearby, and she couldn’t help but think the dog lived a much better life than the humans here.

The magic mending the wounds brought a tingling, itchy sensation. Nameless’s fingers twitched.

Jiao Qingyin was also moving her fingers—she was secretly mimicking Lottis’s hand gestures. She recognized this as the First-Tier Healing Magic described in her book and wanted to give it a try. Since First-Tier magic wouldn’t cause a stir even if it failed, it was the perfect time to test her abilities.

Silent casting was supposed to be extremely difficult. Jiao Qingyin hadn’t expected much, but to her surprise, she succeeded.

Feeling a slight warmth in her abdomen, the injury from Nameless’s elbow strike began to heal. Jiao Qingyin felt a surge of joy. This excitement caused her to lose restraint; she cast the healing spell over a dozen times until her own injuries were gone, then tossed a few onto Nameless for good measure.

Strangely, the bite marks Nameless had left on her hand a few days ago simply wouldn’t fade.

Just as Jiao Qingyin was about to investigate further, Lottis wiped the sweat from her brow and reported with a pale face: “Your Highness, it is done.”

“Hmm?” Jiao Qingyin looked over. The bleeding on Nameless had indeed stopped, but the wounds clearly weren’t fully closed. “You can’t heal them completely?” She frowned.

Seeing Jiao Qingyin’s dissatisfied look, Lottis’s heart nearly leaped out of her chest. Combined with the exhaustion of using her magic, she collapsed into a kneel. “Your Highness…! It is my incompetence! I can only use First-Tier magic three or four times a day! I… I…”

Jiao Qingyin: “…Get up first.”

“Forgive me, Your Highness! I… how about I go back and take some potions and then… no, perhaps I…”

Faced with the incoherent Lottis, Jiao Qingyin’s hand gesture slipped, and the half-formed spell she was tinkering with dissolved.

“Stop babbling,” seeing Lottis shaking with fear, she could only helplessly feign irritation. “Get out.”

Lottis felt as if she had been granted a reprieve from death. Grabbing her case, she stumbled out of the room.

Jiao Qingyin wanted to cast a few more healing spells on Nameless, but with Lottis gone, she was afraid Nameless would notice the anomaly, so she desisted.

The original owner couldn’t use magic. Although Jiao Qingyin was using her own body after crossing over, she hadn’t held many fantasies about her magical talent. It turned out to be… quite good?

After a moment of private celebration, Jiao Qingyin realized the protagonist was being far too quiet. She looked at Nameless and called her name.

Nameless didn’t respond.

Asleep? Jiao Qingyin was stunned. Her first instinct was that Nameless was faking it, so she called out a few more times in a cold tone. But the girl remained motionless, as if she hadn’t heard a word.

Truly asleep…? Jiao Qingyin approached hesitantly and saw Nameless’s eyes gently closed, her breathing steady. She really was in a deep slumber.

While relieved, Jiao Qingyin felt an inexplicable sense of loss. Carrying this unidentifiable emotion, she untied the ribbon binding Nameless’s hands.

With both the person and the dog in the room sleeping, Jiao Qingyin couldn’t help but yawn. Sleepiness washed over her. She might as well sleep for a bit too…

But she had just changed into her nightgown and hadn’t even climbed into bed when she caught a tiny whimper. Following the sound, she saw Al had woken up and was struggling with her paws, having somehow managed to flip onto her back.

Stepping forward to help the puppy turn over, Jiao Qingyin chuckled. “You silly little dog.”

Silly little dog: “…”