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Episode 142

"Jimmy, it's the army!"

A voice called him urgently from outside the door. Grace smiled as she leisurely followed Jimmy, who was running deep into the hall.

Leon Winston, I will take my revenge.

Jimmy went into the conference room where the old round table was, pulled back the carpet, took out a key and opened a secret compartment in the floor. He went down the stairs to the basement and came back with a rifle and several magazines in his hands.

"You are here."

He still didn't understand the situation, so he left Grace and ran out of the hall. James Blanchard Jr., I wish you the best of luck. You will suffer what I have suffered.

She stared coldly at the monster as it disappeared outside the door, then looked down at the secret door he had left unlocked.

The resistance was suppressed in an instant.

Leon got out of the car and stood in the middle of the square, his mouth twisted into a grin.

"It's so petty."

That was ultimately his fault. The more perfectly prepared an operation is, the more insignificant it becomes in actual combat.

"It was perfect, but it was too perfect."
He looked around. Soldiers with rifles were herding prisoners, their hands raised above their heads, into military trucks. It was like herding cattle into a barn.

The gaze shifted from the truck to the church where smoke was pouring out of the broken windows. The church, where a fairly tenacious resistance was expected, was easily taken over by a few grenades thrown through the chapel windows.

Leon turned his head towards the groans of the injured and the repeated sobs of a coward.

In front of what appeared to be a town hall on one side of the square, a makeshift barricade was erected in a very flimsy manner. Around it, those who had resisted to the end and been arrested were kneeling or lying face down on the ground with the barrel of a gun pressed against their heads.

As the sound of boots leisurely hitting the stone floor grew closer, people looked up. In the dark blue darkness, a tall man with a whip and a black trench coat swaying in the wind was approaching, looking like the grim reaper.

Leon furrowed his brow as he stared at the people looking up at him with eyes full of fear.

They all looked like very ordinary country people.
I was so shocked that I sighed.
He couldn't believe that his father had died a miserable death and so many people had suffered for decades because of such petty people.
But now was not the time to be leisurely engrossed in sentiment. He pointed at them with the riding whip he held in one hand and asked:
"Where is your commander-in-chief? I want to see his face."
Then the young man who had been kneeling behind the barricade slowly stood up, gritting his teeth.
"James, Blanchard, Junior."
Leon spread his arms wide and raised his black leather-gloved hands in admiration. The old man, who had met Starado, glared at him with eyes burning with contempt and anger.
"I always wondered what you looked like."
Leon finally saw the bastard's face and laughed.
Author, it looks like you brainwashed that woman's eyes too.
"Campbell."
As Leon nodded, Campbell took Little Jimmy from the soldier who was subduing him and brought him in front of him.
"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm Leon Winston. I'm a captain in the Domestic Intelligence Section of Western Command and the father of your fiancée's unborn child. Oh, and now your ex-fiancée?"
The moment Leon smiled with the corners of his eyes wide, Blanchard, fearlessly trying to spit on him as a prisoner, of course, was kicked by Leon before he could achieve his goal and fell to the stone floor.
"Oh, this welcome is too much. I'm glad we finally get to meet like this, but aren't you?"
Swish, swish. The sound of the whip cutting through the air and hitting the leather gloves was terrifying.
"I personally invited you to my mansion, but you didn't come, and you didn't even reply saying you couldn't come. And the only thing you sent me was a love letter to another woman. And it was poisonous. It was so rude."
Blanchard, who was getting up with both hands on the floor like a dog, glared at him as if she was going to chew him to death. Leon caught something at that moment and chuckled as he pushed up the bastard's chin with the tip of his whip.
"By the way, this face, it must be that woman's doing."
One side of his cheek was red and swollen. The man, still unaware of his situation, tried to turn his head while whipping him, but Leon grabbed his hair and made him look him in the eye.
I couldn't help but click my tongue as I looked down at the man who had become so pitiful that it was hard to believe that only a few minutes ago he was the leader of a rebel force that was notorious throughout the kingdom.
"I wonder why that woman believed in something as insignificant as you until the end. How did you brainwash her? Tell me. No. You can hear that later... ."

He let go of the bastard's hair as if tossing it. His eyes scanned the surroundings and then turned back to Jimmy.

"Tell me. Where is my woman now?"

It was the moment when he asked again with a smile on his face.

bang!

A thunderous noise that shook the earth echoed through the blackened sky.

I found myself listening to the gunshots that were getting farther and farther away.

Evil fights evil. No, humans fight. Greedy humans.

Grace suddenly realized that there is no absolute good or absolute evil in the world. There is only human greed.

So she decided not to take anyone's side from now on. From now on, she will live only for her own happiness, as her mother had told her.

Grace was walking down a dark forest path, carrying a lit oil lantern in one hand and a heavy backpack in the other, when she suddenly stopped.

"Hmm... ."

It was a moment when I looked back with a displeased snort.

bang!

An explosion was heard somewhere far away in the dark forest, and a vibration reverberated beneath my feet as if something had collapsed beneath the ground.

"I'm still usable."

Grace, who had laughed, turned around and started walking again. Soon, the forest path ended and a wide river spread out before her eyes.

Walking south along the riverbank for just 30 meters, a small dock appeared. At the end of it, an expensive motorboat, out of place in a rural village, was moored.

Grace took off the cover from the four-person boat and threw her luggage into the back seat. The bag contained the money stolen from the underground safe, as well as weapons such as a pistol, a dagger, and ammunition.

A sloppy child.

It was fortunate that the son of a bitch had not broken his habit of keeping his keys in his desk drawer. Grace untied the rope that tied her to the dock in one breath, climbed into the mahogany boat, sat in the driver's seat, and put the key in. The engine started up immediately, and the motor roared loudly.

It was Jimmy's favorite boat. It looked like it had been maintained recently, with the fuel gauge needle running all the way up.

"good...."

Grace, who was ready to run away, let out a deep sigh as she swept her belly where she could clearly feel the fetus moving.

"You go with me for now."

It was a night with a full moon. The eyes that had been staring blankly at the invisible end of the silvery river gradually became determined.

The riverside was quiet in winter, as the animals hibernated and the migratory birds left for the south. The gunfire had stopped and was no longer audible, leaving only the faint sound of carols.

While one side was fighting a war, a Christmas Eve service seemed to be in full swing in a village across the river. Grace hummed along to the familiar melody of the song praising the Savior.

"Have mercy on us and forgive us all our sins...."

The lips that had been forming pious words suddenly twisted.

Sins can only be forgiven if a price is paid.

And there was one more person who had to pay the price.

Leon Winston, it's your turn to suffer in hell.

If making her fall in love was the beginning of her revenge, then Grace's revenge on the man was complete by disappearing forever.

And there will be no end to that revenge.

Grace shifted gears without hesitation. The boat roared and cut through the moonlit river without stopping.

A woman named God's Grace gave hell to all who sinned.

And then it disappeared.

Episode 142

"Jimmy, it's the army!"

A voice called him urgently from outside the door. Grace smiled as she leisurely followed Jimmy, who was running deep into the hall.

Leon Winston, I will take my revenge.

Jimmy went into the conference room where the old round table was, pulled back the carpet, took out a key and opened a secret compartment in the floor. He went down the stairs to the basement and came back with a rifle and several magazines in his hands.

"You are here."

He still didn't understand the situation, so he left Grace and ran out of the hall. James Blanchard Jr., I wish you the best of luck. You will suffer what I have suffered.

She stared coldly at the monster as it disappeared outside the door, then looked down at the secret door he had left unlocked.

The resistance was suppressed in an instant.

Leon got out of the car and stood in the middle of the square, his mouth twisted into a grin.

"It's so petty."

That was ultimately his fault. The more perfectly prepared an operation is, the more insignificant it becomes in actual combat.

"It was perfect, but it was too perfect."
He looked around. Soldiers with rifles were herding prisoners, their hands raised above their heads, into military trucks. It was like herding cattle into a barn.

The gaze shifted from the truck to the church where smoke was pouring out of the broken windows. The church, where a fairly tenacious resistance was expected, was easily taken over by a few grenades thrown through the chapel windows.

Leon turned his head towards the groans of the injured and the repeated sobs of a coward.

In front of what appeared to be a town hall on one side of the square, a makeshift barricade was erected in a very flimsy manner. Around it, those who had resisted to the end and been arrested were kneeling or lying face down on the ground with the barrel of a gun pressed against their heads.

As the sound of boots leisurely hitting the stone floor grew closer, people looked up. In the dark blue darkness, a tall man with a whip and a black trench coat swaying in the wind was approaching, looking like the grim reaper.

Leon furrowed his brow as he stared at the people looking up at him with eyes full of fear.

They all looked like very ordinary country people.
I was so shocked that I sighed.
He couldn't believe that his father had died a miserable death and so many people had suffered for decades because of such petty people.
But now was not the time to be leisurely engrossed in sentiment. He pointed at them with the riding whip he held in one hand and asked:
"Where is your commander-in-chief? I want to see his face."
Then the young man who had been kneeling behind the barricade slowly stood up, gritting his teeth.
"James, Blanchard, Junior."
Leon spread his arms wide and raised his black leather-gloved hands in admiration. The old man, who had met Starado, glared at him with eyes burning with contempt and anger.
"I always wondered what you looked like."
Leon finally saw the bastard's face and laughed.
Author, it looks like you brainwashed that woman's eyes too.
"Campbell."
As Leon nodded, Campbell took Little Jimmy from the soldier who was subduing him and brought him in front of him.
"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm Leon Winston. I'm a captain in the Domestic Intelligence Section of Western Command and the father of your fiancée's unborn child. Oh, and now your ex-fiancée?"
The moment Leon smiled with the corners of his eyes wide, Blanchard, fearlessly trying to spit on him as a prisoner, of course, was kicked by Leon before he could achieve his goal and fell to the stone floor.
"Oh, this welcome is too much. I'm glad we finally get to meet like this, but aren't you?"
Swish, swish. The sound of the whip cutting through the air and hitting the leather gloves was terrifying.
"I personally invited you to my mansion, but you didn't come, and you didn't even reply saying you couldn't come. And the only thing you sent me was a love letter to another woman. And it was poisonous. It was so rude."
Blanchard, who was getting up with both hands on the floor like a dog, glared at him as if she was going to chew him to death. Leon caught something at that moment and chuckled as he pushed up the bastard's chin with the tip of his whip.
"By the way, this face, it must be that woman's doing."
One side of his cheek was red and swollen. The man, still unaware of his situation, tried to turn his head while whipping him, but Leon grabbed his hair and made him look him in the eye.
I couldn't help but click my tongue as I looked down at the man who had become so pitiful that it was hard to believe that only a few minutes ago he was the leader of a rebel force that was notorious throughout the kingdom.
"I wonder why that woman believed in something as insignificant as you until the end. How did you brainwash her? Tell me. No. You can hear that later... ."

He let go of the bastard's hair as if tossing it. His eyes scanned the surroundings and then turned back to Jimmy.

"Tell me. Where is my woman now?"

It was the moment when he asked again with a smile on his face.

bang!

A thunderous noise that shook the earth echoed through the blackened sky.

I found myself listening to the gunshots that were getting farther and farther away.

Evil fights evil. No, humans fight. Greedy humans.

Grace suddenly realized that there is no absolute good or absolute evil in the world. There is only human greed.

So she decided not to take anyone's side from now on. From now on, she will live only for her own happiness, as her mother had told her.

Grace was walking down a dark forest path, carrying a lit oil lantern in one hand and a heavy backpack in the other, when she suddenly stopped.

"Hmm... ."

It was a moment when I looked back with a displeased snort.

bang!

An explosion was heard somewhere far away in the dark forest, and a vibration reverberated beneath my feet as if something had collapsed beneath the ground.

"I'm still usable."

Grace, who had laughed, turned around and started walking again. Soon, the forest path ended and a wide river spread out before her eyes.

Walking south along the riverbank for just 30 meters, a small dock appeared. At the end of it, an expensive motorboat, out of place in a rural village, was moored.

Grace took off the cover from the four-person boat and threw her luggage into the back seat. The bag contained the money stolen from the underground safe, as well as weapons such as a pistol, a dagger, and ammunition.

A sloppy child.

It was fortunate that the son of a bitch had not broken his habit of keeping his keys in his desk drawer. Grace untied the rope that tied her to the dock in one breath, climbed into the mahogany boat, sat in the driver's seat, and put the key in. The engine started up immediately, and the motor roared loudly.

It was Jimmy's favorite boat. It looked like it had been maintained recently, with the fuel gauge needle running all the way up.

"good...."

Grace, who was ready to run away, let out a deep sigh as she swept her belly where she could clearly feel the fetus moving.

"You go with me for now."

It was a night with a full moon. The eyes that had been staring blankly at the invisible end of the silvery river gradually became determined.

The riverside was quiet in winter, as the animals hibernated and the migratory birds left for the south. The gunfire had stopped and was no longer audible, leaving only the faint sound of carols.

While one side was fighting a war, a Christmas Eve service seemed to be in full swing in a village across the river. Grace hummed along to the familiar melody of the song praising the Savior.

"Have mercy on us and forgive us all our sins...."

The lips that had been forming pious words suddenly twisted.

Sins can only be forgiven if a price is paid.

And there was one more person who had to pay the price.

Leon Winston, it's your turn to suffer in hell.

If making her fall in love was the beginning of her revenge, then Grace's revenge on the man was complete by disappearing forever.

And there will be no end to that revenge.

Grace shifted gears without hesitation. The boat roared and cut through the moonlit river without stopping.

A woman named God's Grace gave hell to all who sinned.

And then it disappeared.