Let me translate this Korean novel chapter to English:
Episode 234
"Hah... hah..."
"Lower your voices, the target should be somewhere around here."
"...Damn them."
Isollet, who had been breathing heavily with her sword raised, frowned and tightened her grip on hearing shouts coming from the stairs.
'For assassins, their skills are too high... each one of them is at the level of a knight commander.'
Sweat was flowing down her body, and there were large and small wounds as well.
'Just what... is their true identity?'
Of course, she hadn't allowed a single wound near her lower abdomen.
"Meow..."
"...Frey, shh."
This was because Frey, who had become a small silver cat, was inside her clothes, hugging her waist and pressing tightly against her stomach.
"Mew?"
"I said your presence must not be discovered..."
However, there was one small problem.
*Lick.*
"...Huh?"
The miniaturization scroll developed by the Magic Tower Lord, who was called the strongest archmage before Irina appeared, could transform the casting target into an animal at a perfect level, but.
"Meow..."
"F-Frey?"
The problem was that it transformed them at too perfect a level.
As the scroll's duration increased, a side effect appeared where the transformed person's reason would fade and their animal instincts would strengthen.
*Lick... lick...*
"...!"
As a result, Frey, whose cat instincts were growing stronger, began rubbing his face against Isollet's bare skin and then, closing his eyes contentedly, started licking her stomach with his tongue.
"S-stop it..."
Because of this, Isollet, who was already blushing from Frey pressing tightly against her stomach and constantly squirming, felt chills all over her body and shrank back.
"If you keep doing this..."
But Frey didn't stop licking, and as her legs started to weaken, not knowing what to do, Isollet.
"...Hm."
Suddenly changed her expression to cold, and her eyes began to take on a chilling gaze.
"How long do I plan to only watch for opportunities."
And then, right after she said that while looking at the staircase entrance.
*Sha-sha-shak!*
*Suruk...!*
At the same time as shadows that seemed to be five or six people brushed past her, a quiet and silent close-quarters battle began.
*Pa-ji-jing...!*
*Kwa-du-du-duk...!*
Although it was a handicap match of one against many, Isollet was showing the qualities of a future Sword Saint without reservation, instead of the regrettable appearance from just moments ago.
"Kheuk..."
"Ugh!"
When Isollet's beloved sword drew graceful trajectories, two masked assassins fell to their knees.
"........."
Then, the remaining assassins slowly began to retreat.
Because the advance party that had been targeting Isollet until now had all been wiped out, they were noticeably flustered, having not anticipated her full strength.
"Haa... haa..."
However, she was also quite exhausted, and as she began to assess the situation instead of attacking right away.
"Should we retreat?"
"Nonsense. If we retreat here, we'll die too."
The assassins began to talk while watching each other.
"But that woman... she's too strong."
"Hmm..."
When a short man said that, the assassin presumed to be the leader at the very back stroked his chin and thought for a moment.
"Everyone, target that woman's stomach."
Then his eyes gleamed as he spoke.
"Since a while ago, whenever attacked, she kept paying attention to her stomach. There's definitely something there."
"That's right, her movements were definitely unnatural."
"Come to think of it, something seemed to be squirming..."
The assassins nodded in agreement and began to look at Isollet with cold eyes, but.
"...Maybe, it's not a baby?"
When the short man said that in a timid voice, everyone stared at him blankly.
"When have we ever cared about such things?"
"...Have you never killed a pregnant woman?"
"W-well..."
When the man stammered, the assassins' expressions turned cold.
"Good heavens, now I have to fight with such greenhorn kids."
Leaving him behind, the leader who stepped to the front.
"We'll just inflict fatal wounds and capture her alive. We need to find out Frey's whereabouts."
Saying that, he began to slide toward Isollet with his comrades.
"Bastards..."
Isollet, who had been watching them. For some reason, her body's senses were in overdrive, allowing her to hear their whispers directly, and her eyes were blazing with fire.
.
"Haa... haa..."
Isollet was sitting on the ground with an exhausted expression.
".........."
Around her, assassins who had already lost their lives were scattered about.
"Ugh, uuu..."
Among those who had attacked her, only the short man remained, holding a knife with both hands, similarly sitting on the ground and trembling violently.
*Goo-oo-oo-oo...*
"No way... that, that aura is..."
He, who unlike an assassin was terrified with fear, neither attacking nor fleeing, gulped and muttered when he saw cold energy erupting from around Isollet's body.
"That's... not a human level..."
Eventually, unable to withstand Isollet's rage, he dropped his knife and collapsed with foam coming from his mouth.
"...Haa."
Only then catching her breath, Isollet looked down at her stomach with a terrified expression.
"F-Frey..."
She had lost her reason from the moment she realized the assassins had started persistently targeting her stomach.
And now that she came to her senses, she felt quite a lot of pain in her stomach.
If so, what had happened to Frey whom she had been holding?
"N-no... no, Frey..."
Thinking this, she reached out to her stomach with a pale face.
*...Lick.*
"Huuu....."
Feeling a lick on her stomach at that moment, she let out a deep sigh of relief.
"You were worried, weren't you. Frey..."
Soon, Isollet, who was looking inside her clothes with a soft smile.
".....!"
Her eyes went wide.
"Oh my..."
"Meow."
Frey, who had become a cat, was wounded in various places on his body.
"........."
The amazing thing was that the wounds were concentrated in positions that could have been avoided if he had curled up sufficiently.
In other words, it meant that Frey, who had become a cat, had unconsciously protected her.
"Ah, ahh..."
Of course, it could have been Isollet's over-interpretation or coincidence. But, even if she wasn't certain, she was unconsciously accepting it as truth.
"...Mew!"
This was because Frey, who had been looking up at her with pure eyes as she peered into her clothes, then smiled and let out a spirited cry.
*...Lick.*
Thanks to that, Isollet, whose eyes were wavering greatly, when Frey closed his eyes and began licking the wounds and sweat on her stomach.
"...Hah."
She exhaled and muttered.
"Was the reason you've been licking me all this time... because of that?"
"...Mew?"
"Alright, Frey. Just endure a little longer."
Then, she burst into laughter looking at him tilting his head.
"I'll protect you."
She whispered that, covered him with her clothes again, and stood up from her spot.
"Ugh."
And at that moment, she suddenly staggered.
"What..."
Thinking her muscles were surprised from suddenly standing up, a scene suddenly flashed through her mind.
The sun floating in the sky completely going out. And thanks to that, her house freezing under the land that had lost its vitality.
Sitting on the floor where all kinds of alcohol bottles were scattered, perhaps from not cleaning for a long time, drunk and hugging a glittering scabbard.
Quietly shedding tears and dying a lonely death.
"Haa... haa..."
A scene quite similar to the earlier situation, but at the same time very different. And breathing roughly from the headache that came with that scene.
*Pa-gak...!*
"Kheuk."
After delivering a sword strike to the short man who had regained consciousness and was watching for a chance to attack from behind her.
"That's a dream I've been having a lot lately... why did it suddenly come to mind?"
She tilted her head and began to look around.
"By the way, where should I go now?"
All the doors and passages around her were distorted and wavering.
"I need to find the exit as soon as possible..."
Demirkan's spatial distortion magic was eating away at the building, making the passages connect to random locations.
"If this continues, Frey will be in danger..."
"Grrr..."
Thanks to this, while her escape was delayed, Isollet, who was stroking Frey who was squirming with wounds he had received in her place.
*Pa-bat!*
"......!"
Her expression turned pale when dozens of assassins appeared at the exit.
"Dam... it..."
Only then realizing that one of the fallen people had a communication magic tool in their hand.
"......."
She glared at the assassins who were now moving in groups and quietly began gathering sword energy throughout her body.
"...Hmm?"
It was right at that moment that Isollet began to feel something piercing through her entire body.
.
Meanwhile at that time.
"Eugh... what is this?"
Glare, who had left the room where Isollet and Frey were and was heading toward the main hall, was looking around with a sulky expression.
"Why... do I keep going in circles around the same place?"
Although this secret dance hall was the second largest building she had visited after the Magic Tower, it wasn't to the extent that she would get lost.
Yet, she had been wandering around this dance hall for tens of minutes now.
"What's that, that kid?"
"...Since she saw us, let's take care of her first."
"Eek, aaaah!"
Thanks to this, she had encountered and engaged in combat several times with the assassins targeting Frey, and she was quite exhausted.
"Hmm..."
But the more that happened, the cooler her head became. Eventually noticing something strange, she quietly emitted light from her hand and began to illuminate the door she had opened several times.
"What?"
Then she discovered that the door she had been continuously opening was distorted, and made a surprised expression.
*Uuuung.....*
"W-wait, don't tell me."
Then, realizing that not only the door but also the space showing inside the door was distorted, she gritted her teeth and muttered.
"Spatial... distortion..."
Looking with terrified eyes at the terrible trap that her teacher, who had been enemies with Demirkan, had taught her about—a trap from which one could not escape alive.
"Th-this is bad..."
She muttered with a sulky expression.
"I need to help the Hero... and I need to help that poor person too..."
Thinking that she might be trapped here forever, she looked terrified.
"E-eek!"
*Ttak!*
With a feeling of giving up, she flicked her finger while looking at the distorted space.
*Pa-ji-ji-ji-jik!!!*
"Kyaa!"
Then, a tremendous shockwave came with a roar.
"Ow ow... huh?"
Thanks to this, she fell on her butt for the second time today. She was tearing up while rubbing her butt, then her eyes went wide.
"What, what is this?"
The space was shattered into pieces.
"...Heok."
She had shattered even the spatial distortion that Demirkan had manipulated.
"That's fascinating every time I see it."
"Huh?"
"It seems like magical power is being consumed... but it's not magic."
In that unknown situation, she recalled what her teacher had said when she had shattered a 5-layered barrier by flicking her finger.
"It's not holy power, it's not divine power, it's not martial arts... and it doesn't even have miraculous power mixed in."
"Th-then?"
"...I don't know either."
And then, she quietly looked down at her hand.
"Your power is a power that didn't exist in this world."
She stared at the ring that had been glittering on her left ring finger for a long time.
*Suruk...*
"...Let's go."
She stood up with determined eyes and stepped through the broken space.
"Ah."
Like that, she arrived at the next space in an instant.
"Did it... success!"
She smiled and cheered with joy at finally arriving at a new space.
"Then now... huh?"
She was walking quickly and then saw a door open next to her and widened her eyes.
"Excuse me?"
A girl was lying unconscious in the bathroom.
"Chirp! Chirp!"
A canary was pecking fiercely at her forehead.
"...Huh?"
Above her, a crackling window was floating.
"This is...?"
It was an opaque window that Glare had seen several times.
[Supporter System]
- Congratulations! You have awakened as the Hero's Supporter!
But this window was a bit different from the ones she had seen before.
> Hero's Identity
- The Hero's identity is, as you know.......
[System Error] [System Error] [System Error]
> Functions
> Shop
> Achievements
[Critical System Error Occurred]
Error Code: 998, 999 (Abnormal awakening suspected / User ownership permission suitability suspected)
Something seemed wrong, the Supporter System was flickering with strange messages displayed while the window was full of cracks.
"What is this..."
As Glare stared blankly at the situation and carefully reached out to the window.
[System Error Repairing.......]
[...Restoration 1% Complete]
When that message appeared at the bottom.
"Eum..."
The girl who had lost consciousness, Rosewin, began to open her eyes.
"...Huh?"
And after a short while.
"What is this?"
Rosewin's dazed voice echoed in the bathroom.Episode 234
"Hah... hah..."
"Lower your voices, the target should be somewhere around here."
"...Damn them."
Isollet, who had been breathing heavily with her sword raised, frowned and tightened her grip upon hearing shouts coming from the stairs.
'For assassins, their skills are too high... each one of them is at the level of a knight commander.'
Sweat was flowing down her body, and there were large and small wounds as well.
'Just what... is their true identity?'
Of course, she hadn't allowed a single wound near her lower abdomen.
"Meow..."
"...Frey, shh."
This was because Frey, who had become a small silver cat, was inside her clothes, hugging her waist and pressing tightly against her stomach.
"Mew?"
"I said your presence must not be discovered..."
However, there was one small problem.
*Lick.*
"...Huh?"
The miniaturization scroll developed by the Magic Tower Lord, who was called the strongest archmage before Irina appeared, could transform the casting target into an animal at a perfect level, but.
"Meow..."
"F-Frey?"
The problem was that it transformed them at too perfect a level.
As the scroll's duration increased, a side effect appeared where the transformed person's reason would fade and their animal instincts would strengthen.
*Lick... lick...*
"...!"
As a result, Frey, whose cat instincts were growing stronger, began rubbing his face against Isollet's bare skin and then, closing his eyes contentedly, started licking her stomach with his tongue.
"S-stop it..."
Because of this, Isollet, who was already blushing from Frey pressing tightly against her stomach and constantly squirming, felt chills all over her body and shrank back.
"If you keep doing this..."
But Frey didn't stop licking, and as her legs started to weaken, not knowing what to do, Isollet.
"...Hm."
Suddenly changed her expression to cold, and her eyes began to take on a chilling gaze.
"How long do I plan to only watch for opportunities."
And then, right after she said that while looking at the staircase entrance.
*Sha-sha-shak!*
*Suruk...!*
At the same time as shadows that seemed to be five or six people brushed past her, a quiet and silent close-quarters battle began.
*Pa-ji-jing...!*
*Kwa-du-du-duk...!*
Although it was a handicap match of one against many, Isollet was showing the qualities of a future Sword Saint without reservation, instead of the regrettable appearance from just moments ago.
"Kheuk..."
"Ugh!"
When Isollet's beloved sword drew graceful trajectories, two masked assassins fell to their knees.
"........."
Then, the remaining assassins slowly began to retreat.
Because the advance party that had been targeting Isollet until now had all been wiped out, they were noticeably flustered, having not anticipated her full strength.
"Haa... haa..."
However, she was also quite exhausted, and as she began to assess the situation instead of attacking right away.
"Should we retreat?"
"Nonsense. If we retreat here, we'll die too."
The assassins began to talk while watching each other.
"But that woman... she's too strong."
"Hmm..."
When a short man said that, the assassin presumed to be the leader at the very back stroked his chin and thought for a moment.
"Everyone, target that woman's stomach."
Then his eyes gleamed as he spoke.
"Since a while ago, whenever attacked, she kept paying attention to her stomach. There's definitely something there."
"That's right, her movements were definitely unnatural."
"Come to think of it, something seemed to be squirming..."
The assassins nodded in agreement and began to look at Isollet with cold eyes, but.
"...Maybe, it's not a baby?"
When the short man said that in a timid voice, everyone stared at him blankly.
"When have we ever cared about such things?"
"...Have you never killed a pregnant woman?"
"W-well..."
When the man stammered, the assassins' expressions turned cold.
"Good heavens, now I have to fight with such greenhorn kids."
Leaving him behind, the leader who stepped to the front.
"We'll just inflict fatal wounds and capture her alive. We need to find out Frey's whereabouts."
Saying that, he began to slide toward Isollet with his comrades.
"Bastards..."
Isollet, who had been watching them. For some reason, her body's senses were in overdrive, allowing her to hear their whispers directly, and her eyes were blazing with fire.
.
"Haa... haa..."
Isollet was sitting on the ground with an exhausted expression.
".........."
Around her, assassins who had already lost their lives were scattered about.
"Ugh, uuu..."
Among those who had attacked her, only the short man remained, holding a knife with both hands, similarly sitting on the ground and trembling violently.
*Goo-oo-oo-oo...*
"No way... that, that aura is..."
He, who unlike an assassin was terrified with fear, neither attacking nor fleeing, gulped and muttered when he saw cold energy erupting from around Isollet's body.
"That's... not a human level..."
Eventually, unable to withstand Isollet's rage, he dropped his knife and collapsed with foam coming from his mouth.
"...Haa."
Only then catching her breath, Isollet looked down at her stomach with a terrified expression.
"F-Frey..."
She had lost her reason from the moment she realized the assassins had started persistently targeting her stomach.
And now that she came to her senses, she felt quite a lot of pain in her stomach.
If so, what had happened to Frey whom she had been holding?
"N-no... no, Frey..."
Thinking this, she reached out to her stomach with a pale face.
*...Lick.*
"Huuu....."
Feeling a lick on her stomach at that moment, she let out a deep sigh of relief.
"You were worried, weren't you. Frey..."
Soon, Isollet, who was looking inside her clothes with a soft smile.
".....!"
Her eyes went wide.
"Oh my..."
"Meow."
Frey, who had become a cat, was wounded in various places on his body.
"........."
The amazing thing was that the wounds were concentrated in positions that could have been avoided if he had curled up sufficiently.
In other words, it meant that Frey, who had become a cat, had unconsciously protected her.
"Ah, ahh..."
Of course, it could have been Isollet's over-interpretation or coincidence. But, even if she wasn't certain, she was unconsciously accepting it as truth.
"...Mew!"
This was because Frey, who had been looking up at her with pure eyes as she peered into her clothes, then smiled and let out a spirited cry.
*...Lick.*
Thanks to that, Isollet, whose eyes were wavering greatly, when Frey closed his eyes and began licking the wounds and sweat on her stomach.
"...Hah."
She exhaled and muttered.
"Was the reason you've been licking me all this time... because of that?"
"...Mew?"
"Alright, Frey. Just endure a little longer."
Then, she burst into laughter looking at him tilting his head.
"I'll protect you."
She whispered that, covered him with her clothes again, and stood up from her spot.
"Ugh."
And at that moment, she suddenly staggered.
"What..."
Thinking her muscles were surprised from suddenly standing up, a scene suddenly flashed through her mind.
The sun floating in the sky completely going out. And thanks to that, her house freezing under the land that had lost its vitality.
Sitting on the floor where all kinds of alcohol bottles were scattered, perhaps from not cleaning for a long time, drunk and hugging a glittering scabbard.
Quietly shedding tears and dying a lonely death.
"Haa... haa..."
A scene quite similar to the earlier situation, but at the same time very different. And breathing roughly from the headache that came with that scene.
*Pa-gak...!*
"Kheuk."
After delivering a sword strike to the short man who had regained consciousness and was watching for a chance to attack from behind her.
"That's a dream I've been having a lot lately... why did it suddenly come to mind?"
She tilted her head and began to look around.
"By the way, where should I go now?"
All the doors and passages around her were distorted and wavering.
"I need to find the exit as soon as possible..."
Demirkan's spatial distortion magic was eating away at the building, making the passages connect to random locations.
"If this continues, Frey will be in danger..."
"Grrr..."
Thanks to this, while her escape was delayed, Isollet, who was stroking Frey who was squirming with wounds he had received in her place.
*Pa-bat!*
"......!"
Her expression turned pale when dozens of assassins appeared at the exit.
"Dam... it..."
Only then realizing that one of the fallen people had a communication magic tool in their hand.
"......."
She glared at the assassins who were now moving in groups and quietly began gathering sword energy throughout her body.
"...Hmm?"
It was right at that moment that Isollet began to feel something piercing through her entire body.
.
Meanwhile at that time.
"Eugh... what is this?"
Glare, who had left the room where Isollet and Frey were and was heading toward the main hall, was looking around with a sulky expression.
"Why... do I keep going in circles around the same place?"
Although this secret dance hall was the second largest building she had visited after the Magic Tower, it wasn't to the extent that she would get lost.
Yet, she had been wandering around this dance hall for tens of minutes now.
"What's that, that kid?"
"...Since she saw us, let's take care of her first."
"Eek, aaaah!"
Thanks to this, she had encountered and engaged in combat several times with the assassins targeting Frey, and she was quite exhausted.
"Hmm..."
But the more that happened, the cooler her head became. Eventually noticing something strange, she quietly emitted light from her hand and began to illuminate the door she had opened several times.
"What?"
Then she discovered that the door she had been continuously opening was distorted, and made a surprised expression.
*Uuuung.....*
"W-wait, don't tell me."
Then, realizing that not only the door but also the space showing inside the door was distorted, she gritted her teeth and muttered.
"Spatial... distortion..."
Looking with terrified eyes at the terrible trap that her teacher, who had been enemies with Demirkan, had taught her about—a trap from which one could not escape alive.
"Th-this is bad..."
She muttered with a sulky expression.
"I need to help the Hero... and I need to help that poor person too..."
Thinking that she might be trapped here forever, she looked terrified.
"E-eek!"
*Ttak!*
With a feeling of giving up, she flicked her finger while looking at the distorted space.
*Pa-ji-ji-ji-jik!!!*
"Kyaa!"
Then, a tremendous shockwave came with a roar.
"Ow ow... huh?"
Thanks to this, she fell on her butt for the second time today. She was tearing up while rubbing her butt, then her eyes went wide.
"What, what is this?"
The space was shattered into pieces.
"...Heok."
She had shattered even the spatial distortion that Demirkan had manipulated.
"That's fascinating every time I see it."
"Huh?"
"It seems like magical power is being consumed... but it's not magic."
In that unknown situation, she recalled what her teacher had said when she had shattered a 5-layered barrier by flicking her finger.
"It's not holy power, it's not divine power, it's not martial arts... and it doesn't even have miraculous power mixed in."
"Th-then?"
"...I don't know either."
And then, she quietly looked down at her hand.
"Your power is a power that didn't exist in this world."
She stared at the ring that had been glittering on her left ring finger for a long time.
*Suruk...*
"...Let's go."
She stood up with determined eyes and stepped through the broken space.
"Ah."
Like that, she arrived at the next space in an instant.
"Did it... success!"
She smiled and cheered with joy at finally arriving at a new space.
"Then now... huh?"
She was walking quickly and then saw a door open next to her and widened her eyes.
"Excuse me?"
A girl was lying unconscious in the bathroom.
"Chirp! Chirp!"
A canary was pecking fiercely at her forehead.
"...Huh?"
Above her, a crackling window was floating.
"This is...?"
It was an opaque window that Glare had seen several times.
[Supporter System]
- Congratulations! You have awakened as the Hero's Supporter!
But this window was a bit different from the ones she had seen before.
> Hero's Identity
- The Hero's identity is, as you know.......
[System Error] [System Error] [System Error]
> Functions
> Shop
> Achievements
[Critical System Error Occurred]
Error Code: 998, 999 (Abnormal awakening suspected / User ownership permission suitability suspected)
Something seemed wrong, the Supporter System was flickering with strange messages displayed while the window was full of cracks.
"What is this..."
As Glare stared blankly at the situation and carefully reached out to the window.
[System Error Repairing.......]
[...Restoration 1% Complete]
When that message appeared at the bottom.
"Eum..."
The girl who had lost consciousness, Rosewin, began to open her eyes.
"...Huh?"
And after a short while.
"What is this?"
Rosewin's dazed voice echoed in the bathroom.