So I'm a Snake, Who Cares?

By the way, going up?

Here?

How?

All the soldiers thought that.

And that huge man threw spears at the city wall.

He probably wasn't planning to stab the wall to death with spears.

At least three spears got stuck in the wall.

Bang, bang, bang!

And soon.

They saw with their own eyes what the huge man was planning.

He jumped to a height that shouldn't be possible for humans with just two legs.

Then grabbed one of the spears stuck in the wall and launched himself up again.

Another spear, and another spear.

Finally grabbing the top of the wall with a snap.

The huge man who had suddenly climbed up the city wall.

They knew he was huge from below.

But the black leather coat wet from rain.

Leather gloves, hat and all.

To describe it, like a black wardrobe maybe.

Such a thing appeared on top of the wall so the soldiers' slow reaction was inevitable.

"Wh-who goes there-!"

The soldiers raised their spears.

Though they asked who it was, there were roughly two possibilities they imagined.

Either the worst chimera made somewhere in the imperial research institute.
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Or the legendary monster said to live under the sewers.

While the soldiers were each spreading their wings of imagination.

Kadam answered.

"I am Kadam Kazans, zoo director and the emperor's direct research officer. Situation No. 3 has occurred so I will immediately requisition your officers and request full support."

The soldiers who had been expecting something like 'kuwooo' or 'kuheoong' just gaped blankly.

Kadam even presented his jade identification tag.

The soldiers hesitated, marveling at the jade tag but not knowing what to do.

Kadam's patience lasted only a very brief moment.

"Fuck bring me your gate keeper!"

The closest soldiers covered their ears and crouched down, while those further away hurriedly went to find the gate keeper.

Kadam went straight to the ballista without looking back.

He roughly tore off the seal and loaded a huge iron bolt onto the string.

Then he turned the pulley that draws the string.

Originally two people had to turn it together, but Kadam was frighteningly fast even alone, though it seemed like the ballista might break.

Kirikirikirikiri- click!

With the string drawn back, next was aiming.

He tilted the ballista that was hard to push even alone to maximum elevation.

"Damn! It won't go up any more than this!"

Somehow the white wyvern came into the sight.

For a very brief moment.

Kadam hesitated.

Whether due to the danger that even a small mistake could kill that one.

Or...

Ting-

He fired.

With a swoooosh sound, the iron bolt flew in an almost straight line.

Though Raota frantically twisted her body to dodge, the bolt's speed was far faster.

Kwajijik!

Blood spurted.

It wasn't a pueok or puuk sound.

Amazingly, the bolt hit the restraints and forcibly tore them off from the impact.

"Damn! It's completely broken!"

Kadam had aimed for the restraints from the start.

If so, the restraints should detect the impact and shock the wyvern once more.

But Raota was still flying.

He really couldn't let them go like this.

Kadam loaded another iron bolt with a grim expression.

And as he was pulling the pulley.

Splash!

Something fell near Kadam.

Kadam who unconsciously turned to look jumped in surprise.

"Snaake!"

The snake that had been tied up until just now had landed on top of the city wall.

Ah, it was tied to the restraints.

Kadam realized what had happened.

"I-I saved you!"

The snake that must have fallen when he tore off the restraints quickly turned and approached at Kadam's words.

And tried to steal the iron bolt.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

"Ssaak!"

"No, I need to shoot them!"

"Ssak, sak!"

The excited Kadam burst out in frustration.

"Damn it!"

He wrestled the iron bolt from the snake and struck it on the ground with a clang.

"I know! That I can't catch and shoot them to death... it's already too late."

Kadam blankly raised his head to meet the heavy rain.

He had already lost them.

And the emperor had absolutely forbidden killing the white and black monsters.

Kadam couldn't think of any way to catch the wyvern here without killing it.

"Damn it... Let's go back."

He reluctantly held out his hand to the snake.

The snake boldly climbed onto Kadam's shoulder.

And beat Kadam's forearm repeatedly with its tail.

"What? We should hurry?"

Though Kadam was dumbfounded, he put on a deliberately serious expression.

"Right, we should get back quickly."

The situation at the zoo is still in turmoil.

Amazingly, Kadam just jumped down from the city wall.

Though the guards screamed "Uwaaah".

Kung!

Kadam landed on both feet and started charging again.

It didn't take long for him to disappear into the darkness of the rainy streets.

"What! What's all this commotion!"

The gate keeper only appeared after that.

The guards were at a loss for how to explain what had just happened.

==

"Heok, huk."

Drip, blood flowed.

A nosebleed.

Madam Rila wiped the nosebleed.

Since getting the prosthetic arm, she couldn't wipe her nose with her forearm or hand anymore.

Twisting her shoulder to wipe the blood was all she could do.

"How grotesque."

The lion said that.

"That's not, for you to say."

Rila who desperately pulled up her fighting spirit said that.

Speaking of grotesque, isn't that undying lion with pitch black mane spread in all directions more grotesque?

"Can that even be called an arm?"

But the lion's point couldn't be completely ignored.

Even Madam Rila thought so.

Armament No. 0, Secret Stage 2.

From here the prosthetic arm loses the form of an 'arm'.

And she had just confirmed that Stage 2 couldn't kill the lion.

Then what remained was Stage 3.

If she couldn't kill him even using Stage 3, Rila would surely die.

'Boss.'

First the white snake came to mind.

'Rabbit.'

And she thought of the black rabbit who left coldheartedly.

'I miss you.'

While thinking that, she expanded the prosthetic arm's function to Stage 3.

Click.

A rectangular lens rose up on the inside of the forearm.

A bright red circle was drawn in the center.

According to what Duiman taught her.

'Put the target in the center...'

Like this.

'Switch.'

Like this.