The cunning NPC and his reincarnated villainess

*plop* *plop*

The black-haired man smiled even wider before raising his hands as if wanting to show off the piece of dead flesh he tore off and then unceremoniously dropped them into the rapidly expanding pool of blood.

"You're on a shorter timer than I intended now~"

Medea chuckled at the sight of the panic taking over Luna.

He then leaned in and put his hands on Luna's face, smearing her own blood all over it – then he pushed on all the swollen tissue and forced her eyelids open...

"!!!"

"...~"

...before leaning in, thoroughly enjoying the look in her eyes taken over by pure terror...

"Since your previous owner relinquished his duties, I want to take you. Finders, keepers, and all of that."

"...?!"

Medea's smile disappeared completely, replaced with his usual serious expression – and the fear in Luna's eyes mixed with confusion.

...did...

...did she hear that right...?

"Become my property and live and die according to my will. Basically, it's the same deal you had with his highness the Crown Prince, but I will kill you myself if you choose to betray me."

"...wha... what do you... mean...?"

The black-haired man said calmly, making the dying girl spit through her teeth while breathing erratically.

"You. My property. You. Do. What. I. Tell. You. Or. You. Die."

Medea rolled his eyes and began speaking very slowly, just like a stubborn person who knows only one language would try to communicate with a foreigner they deemed much less intelligent than themselves.

"..."

Luna couldn't even gulp down her saliva while bleeding out. She could only stare in disbelief at the emotionless man who clearly didn't give a single damn about her state.

"...I..."

Finally, as the flame of her life was flickering, about to go out, she opened her mouth and muttered.

"...I... agree..."

Luna was fading away and couldn't control herself anymore, so she actually said what she thought and submitted.

"Good girl~ Now to work out the details..."

Medea flashed his teeth in a smile and moved one hand to the top of Luna's head to pat her while reaching out to his pocket, where he pulled out a green marble... and an ivory-colored coin the size of a bottle cap.

He held both the marble and the coin together between his index finger and thumb and then pressed both against the dying girl's cheek.

*crunch*

*^#%$@#^&^%#@$#%$^&#^$%$%$#^%@##^$#%#@#^$@%#*

As Medea proceeded to crush the green marble with the ivory coin, the reaction that occurred was like nothing that ever happened before.

The unleashed spell didn't simply soak into the wounded girl and close her wounds.

Instead, the whole cell and most of the hallway leading there were filled with intense green light that consumed all.

"...eh...?"

As the light faded away, the fully conscious Luna's eyes widened.

She no longer felt any pain – but it wasn't because she was dying.

On the contrary – she couldn't even remember feeling better her whole life!

And...

BOTH OF HER LEGS WERE BACK!

She could clearly see her very own legs attached to her pristine body as she was sitting down on the spotlessly clean floor of the cell that looked brand new, without a single speck of dust anywhere in sight.

"How...?! How is that possi...?!"

Luna, with a voice trembling from emotions, breathed in...

*STAB* *STAB*

...and at that moment, her freshly restored feet got pierced by two long knives, getting pinned down to the stone floor...

"AAAAAAAAAGHHHH...!"

Luna cried out – really cried out, with tears streaming down her face as the sensation seemed to be enhanced by a thousandfold to what she had experienced before.

"As I was saying. Let's work out the details~"

Medea let go of his knives and returned to her previous position right in Luna's face.

As she was wheezing in pain, choking on her own tears, and bawling her eyes out, he grabbed her chin and lifted it, making her look up at him.

"As my property, you must be aware of an important distinction."

Medea said calmly, while moving his free hand to Luna's head and continuing to pat her.

"All of my belongings can be divided into property and treasures."

"...!"

He said while putting his thumb on Luna's lips to stop her from making a single sound while tears continued to flow as pain in her restored legs wasn't lessening in the slightest – quite the opposite, really...

"Belongings, like you or the earrings that I have on are property. They can be exchaned or discarded whether the situation demands it."

Medea said, stopping the headpats for a moment to showcase the reverse-cone earrings that surprisingly lacked the yellow marbles that usually were there.

"On the other hand, treasures like those knives or my woman are completely untouchable, and any attempt to damage or steal any of them will end up in torture and death."

The black-haired young man tilted his head and looked away from the girl who started trembling, smirking at his own thoughts.

"My treasures hold special meaning. For example, those knives were given to me by my mother. She is a little weird and, hence, had her fangs embedded in their handles. And I mean her fangs, like, her actual teeth. Look."

"GHHHH...! S-stop...! Please...!"

Continuing his explanation, Medea took his hand away from Luna's face and reached back without stopping, patting her head, grabbing the handle of one of the knives, piercing the girl's foot, and moving it around, worsening the wound and causing her to whimper.

"Really, she always has some wild ideas. You see, the story behind the fangs is that my mother bites the things she loves. Always. Back when I was a cute child, no day would go by without me having her teeth marks somewhere on my body. But As I grew, my mother decided to order those knives for me and added her fangs as decoration. In her words – she cannot stop herself from biting her clients, but she doesn't want to leave the same marks as she did to me – isn't she just the cutest weirdo?"

Medea ignored Luna's pleading and revealed with a soft look in his eyes and not a trace of a smile on his face.

"Oh, of course, she has fake fangs now, made with pearls and all, but they are dull."

The black-haired man added as if that was a particularly important detail necessary to disclose in the current situation.