The Baby Isn’t Yours

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•Italics for thoughts (+apostrophes for the first one) and sound effects.

•Multiple “-” represents flashbacks and memories (unless dependant on time signatures like “* * *”).

Enjoy reading!||1

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The end of Kalia’s skirt swept past the wooden deck.

The mercenary group, who were making a fuss earlier like it was just any refreshing walk in the park, suddenly went quiet.
Shock could be seen on their face when they saw Kalia come close to them.

“What? Who are you?”

As the woman dressed in a shabby high-class dress with a wide-brimmed hat approached, the mercenaries looked at her with sharp gazes.

Though the dress wasn’t fancy-looking, it definitely looked like one that someone of nobility would wear.

Thinking that it would be a hassle to make enemies with the higher nobles, the mercenaries made an effort to speak in a menacing tone in order to try  to kick her out before anything out of hand could happen.

“Ha, this bitch came from nowhere without knowing she should actually be scared of these old guys.
Why, will we please be a little gracious?”

Kalia ignored the man who was shouting out obscene words, not bothering to look at him at all.
Instead, she walked towards the employee whose wrist was being held some by another member of the mercenary group.

Then, in one sweep motion, she lowered her fork, stabbing the back of the man’s hand.3

Pak!1

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“Ahhhhh!”

The man shrieked as the fork broke through his bone, the cracking sounds heard distinctly.
The fork struck with so much force that it was stuck in the spot of the man’s palm, rooted with no sign of it ever sliding out.2

Strangely enough, hardly any blood splattered.

Startled, the man quickly retracted his hand before backing away and frantically shouting at his men, his wrist flopping around as he waved his hand.

“Fuck, fuck! Kill her! Kill her!”

The men surrounding the two women made a grim expression and started to attack Kalia.

‘I can’t believe the security is this bad.
I’ll have to check the guards later.
We need to increase the number of patrols.
I have a lot to do before I can leave.’

Thinking they were too slow, Kalia raised the fan she had in her other hand.

It was a waste to use swords on these people.

As the mercenaries approached, she struck the men’s heads one by one with her  fan.6

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Hit by the fan, the men fell down, crashing to the ground one after another, as if thrashed by a hammer rather than a fan.2

Their bubbling mouths and scrunched-up eyes showed how hard the attacks were from the fan.

‘They are weak, even compared to a normal foot soldier.
How lame .
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Kalia stared coldly at the men lying on the ground and then turned to the last one.

She deliberately left that man untouched.

This man could not be forgiven with just a blow to the head.

•Editor 1: Heheh… I sense a face slapping3

He was the one who slapped the waitress on the cheek and laughed.

Still, Kalia, who looked at the man, lifted her fan and beat the man’s cheek.

Slap!

“Ugh!”

The place hit was obviously the cheek, but the sound of broken bones could be heard.

“When you slap others in the face, you should be ready to be slapped yourself.
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•Editor 2: LOL, love Kalia7

Without any mercy or hesitation left, Kalia slapped the man on the other side of his face.

“Like this.”

Slap!

“Ahhhh!”

Kalia’s hand hit the other side of the man’s cheek once again before his scream ended.

“Like this.”

Slap!

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Like this.”

Slap!

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And like this.”

Slap!

One more time, and another .
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C’mon, you slob!”

The man fell down screaming his soul out, both sides of his cheeks were swollen hard.

The man looked up at Kalia, shivering to his core.

Kalia didn’t even bother to look at a man such as him and hit the top of his head with a fan.

Bam, the man fell back with a crash.

•Editor 1: How satisfying12

The man with the fork pierced in his hand, shouted as he watched the scene.

“You, you, you, you, you little bitch .
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! It’s you! You’re the girl from the Headwind Mercenary! Sir, Sir X! Go and call the guards!”

“Well.”

Kalia, who answered gently, approached the man and smiled.

“Do you think it’s faster for the guards to come, or do you think it’s faster for me to stand here and crush you?”

She smiled again and repeated the words that the man had said a while ago.

“Just run away.”

The troublesome guy’s lips trembled, and he began to crawl back.

Soon, Kalia watched as he sprung up on his feet and quickly ran to the door while she picked up a bottle of beer from a nearby table.

“I’m not gonna let you just run away, but .
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With a rattling sound, the door opened, and the man was about to run out, but suddenly .
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Pok!

The beer bottle that Kalia was holding struck the back of the man’s head.

Surprisingly, because of Kalia’s impressive strength control, only the back of his head was broken but not the bottle.12

“Ugh!” Shouting, the man rolled over the deck.

“But it’s a bit of a gory scene in the presence of a child.”

Kalia clicked her tongue, and a small shadow appeared from next to her.

“Mom!”

“Oh, baby!”

As soon as the threat disappeared, the child who watched blankly then ran to his mother’s arms and cried.

Despite his mother being the one who got hurt, the child cried pitifully, wailing as if he was the injured.

“Mom, Mom.
Does it hurt? Mom.
Here, here,