My Villains Episode 323
57. Introduction (4)
The Marquis of Eabon asked me to impregnate my illegitimate son and young wife, Panabel, and kindly gave me time to think about it.
“You’d better make a decision as soon as possible. It would be less cumbersome in many ways if I finished the work before going out.”
I managed to get my confused mind back and exited the exhibition room, and returned to the detached palace guided by an expressionless attendant.
…ha what about this.
The Marquis’ proposal was truly insane.
But it’s true that it’s a waste to just ignore it and say, “Hey, crazy guy.”
The title and gold coins of the territory were also quite coveted, but it
would be difficult to convert the value of an army of 1,500 including 500 of the Ariaga family’s privates.
…If my body is not that precious, and if I can get an army with just a few sexes, isn’t it a business that makes a lot of money?
Moreover, the Marquis’s wife, Panabel, is a young woman in her early to mid-twenties. It’s not as good as Ellen or Mungchi, but she has a cute face in her own way, so it doesn’t seem like it would be particularly difficult to mix with her.
I shook my head and continued my thoughts as the imagination that had jumped out in a different direction was about to unfold in earnest.
It was not very pleasant to eat with someone else’s wife, whatever the price.
Although he had an affair with the married woman Dionea, the case was a little different. It was only after Baron Mallory was reported dead that he had gone missing.
Also, from the start, Mallory was a spoiled brat, both as a husband and as a human being. He was an incompetent bastard who often beat up his wife, who was about 20 years younger than me.
Looking at it objectively, it was my credit that Dionea, with its bruised wrist and torn lips, pitiful drooping eyes and timid expression, bloomed like a fresh flower. I was so happy when she, who had always had a dark complexion, spoke out confidently with a bright expression.
I was lost in memories for a while.
The woman who was frightened and shrunk even with a light hug gradually grew up and kissed her softly, reaching out her hand first and shaking her waist hard- “
Kuhm.”
Again, he coughed out the flesh-colored images that filled his head.
…Ha why am I like this. Is it dissatisfaction?
Just thinking about it, it was worth it. Since I left Longville in September, I haven’t had much trouble in the past four months.
Of course, Ellen had slept with her for three days before crossing the portal. But he had no experience, and because of the weight difference between me and me, he only did it three or four times
. A cool breeze filled the room.
The place where I was sitting was the small hall of the detached palace. Looking out the window, I could see a high wall to the left and a thick forest to the right.
There was a wisteria-topped pergola at the entrance of the forest, and an unexpected pair sat across from each other under it.
“Utequai?”
The Great Warrior of the grassland, who had been painting on a pedestal, looked back and raised his hand.
“Oh Phoenix. Why are you there?”
“Well, I sat there for a while to wait for the kids who were running errands. Why do you
…
“Your Excellency Count.”
“kyung.”
Earl Oss greeted him with a gentle nod, then scratched his cheek. “
I met Lord Hatanka by
chance while walking in the forest to catch some wind .”
“I see.”
“I was going to go in soon, but after watching Hatan Ka’s workmanship, it’s already time.”
Utequai captured the Marquis’ Palace, the forest, and the cloudless sky on canvas.
A berserker with tattoos all over his body completes a beautiful landscape while holding a precious black pencil. It might look quite exotic to someone who doesn’t know it, but it was a familiar scene for me.
“…a great skill. Aside from the peculiarity of the painting style, it has a charm that draws attention.” To the admiration of the boy count, the Great Warrior replied with a snort.
“Hong, to be honest, it’s the most worthless of the talents my mother gave me.”
“It’s worthless…
Os, who had shining eyes mixed with admiration or envy, asked quietly with a bitter smile.
“Did you know Lord Phoenix? The fact that Lord Hatan Ka has such a rare talent.”
“Sure. He’s a guy who draws when he’s bored,
so how could he not know?”
I continued with my chin resting on the window sill.
“Are you going to stay sitting there when the wind is cold? Come in and look at the other paintings.”
“What if it’s another picture?”
“A painting by Utequai. He has a bizarre habit of drawing the best and then burning it at the end, so I keep all the completed paintings.”
“I hope so.”
As Oss cast a questioning glance, Outequai said in a grave tone.
“It is useless to show off. The meaning lies in making it happen.”
“…what is going on?”
Osu, who had a puzzled expression on his face, suddenly looked back at the setting sun and sighed.
“It’s already time… I’m grateful for your suggestion, but I have to go back now. Ha, my grandfather said let’s have dinner together.”
“Oh, you see.” “…
Can I see
the paintings of Hatanka tomorrow?”
“of course. Come whenever it is convenient for you.”
The boy count smiled faintly. He then greeted Utequai and disappeared along the forest road. An escort and two servants who were standing under the wall followed him.
I watched Os’s back and opened my mouth.
“…What a pitiful fellow.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s just a normal and kind girl, but he’s having a hard time meeting his grandfather by mistake.” Utequai said, scratching the graph pencil on the paper.
“People live as they are given. There is nothing pitiful or envious.”
“is it?”
I live as I am given….
I suddenly remembered what I heard a while ago.
-I’ve only lived 13 years, but I’ve never run away from fate. It will be so in the future.
These are the words of Ruyan, the young lord of Delhi Road. It was said that the confidence was very impressive.
“…Isn’t it a bit harsh with the kids?”
“Is it harsh?”
“huh. If you live and think ‘Oh, this doesn’t sound like much’, there should be a chance to escape. To think that we have to live according to our destiny as given to children who are not grown up and suddenly thrown into the world. It’s a bit harsh.”
The boy quietly shook his head.
“That’s right. However, the opportunity to escape is not free. Both running away from fate and facing it require great courage.”
“…courage.”
“If you have courage, you can succeed. However, it may fail. And even having courage may be due to fate.”
Utequai continued with a serious expression.
“That’s why I don’t laugh at life or sympathize with it.”
Facing his hollow eyes, I quietly shut my mouth.
okay. Utequai is right.
People have their own lives, so you shouldn’t talk carelessly about them.
But what if I were given the option to twist someone else’s life for the better?
If I give Eavon an heir through Panabel, wouldn’t Os get a free chance to escape fate?
Then, what about the child to be born?
It wouldn’t be easy to live as a great lord, but wouldn’t it be a very bad life to be born with a golden spoon among gold spoons anyway?
What about the Marquis of Panabel?
Had Marquis Eavon persuaded her beforehand? A noble lady who lived her whole life as the daughter of a count and became the wife of a marquis, would she join in this crazy plan?
I continued to worry in the empty hall.
I wanted to ask Heila for advice as usual, but this time I couldn’t.
She is the one who calls for a child, talking about the duties of a pregnant woman. ‘I’m thinking of getting another woman pregnant. What do you think?’ It would be stupid to ask.
“…ha.”
Just as I was sighing in confusion, someone knocked on the door. Afterwards, the men who had finished their errands rushed into the hall.
“We are here, sir.”
“Oh yes.”
I glanced over at my subordinates and narrowed my brows.
“…what. what happened?”
The only thing that stopped my gaze was the boy Cho Jang-yi Gol, who was hiding behind Eson and Dervish.
He was in a state of disrepair. Her hair was disheveled, her cheekbones were blue, and her forehead was bandaged.
“Something happened.”
“What happened?”
In place of Golman, who was lowering his head, heavy soldier Dervish answered.
“On the way back, I heard there was an experienced wizard, so I stopped by for a while.”
“Why are you there?”
In response to my question, a chubby Esson stepped forward this time.
“Do you remember this?”
“…Isn’t that what you got from the rat man?”
“you’re right.”
Esson shrugged, holding out a belt studded with metal plates.
“I asked for some appraisal because it was a pity to be stuck in a wagon.”
“To the wizard who said he had a lot of experience?”
“Yes Nari. They quickly told me if the rumors were false or not
.”
“however? What does that have to do with Golman being like that?”
Dervish opened his mouth again.
“The wizard’s dwelling was a narrow tent. Only Eson and I went in and Gollman waited outside, but while I was appraising, the surroundings became noisy and I looked out and saw that about 30 or 40 people had come and beat only the left goal.”
“Did you just watch that?”
She shrugged her shoulders with an expression of ‘I can’t believe that’.
“Of course, I turned my jaw at random. How many people did that, so they left me out. I thought about chasing after him, but I thought it would be a headache for no reason, so I just returned.”
“What bullshit. If the kid was hit, I should have caught one or two. They said they just let it go?”
As I raised my voice slightly, Dervish glanced under his nose.
“There was a cathedral nearby.”
“What is a cathedral?”
“I was so embarrassed that they were talking nonsense in the name of light… And Golman begged me to just let him go.”
He scratched his eyebrows and looked back at the goal. The guy who looked like a defeated soldier shook his shoulders.
I sighed and asked in a soft voice.
“Did you know them?”
“…yes.”
“who?”
“That’s it…
As Gollman lingered for a moment, the ponytail Fritz standing on one side
slashed him in the back of the head.
“Uguk”
“You bastard. Did you get beaten embarrassingly and then you couldn’t speak properly?”
As Fritz growled, distorting the scar on his cheek, Goleman’s calf-like eyes dropped.
I gestured at Fritz and asked Gollman again.
“who?”
“…The candlemakers are members of the guild.”
“A candlemaker’s guild? The candlemaker’s guild that you belonged to in the past?”
Goleman quickly nodded.
“…so you mean.”
I leaned back on the backrest and put together Golman’s explanation.
“Your uncle was framed for practicing unclean magic and was taken to a church to die, and you also became a target?”
“yes yes. you’re right.”
“…No matter how you do it, it’s not you who got framed, it’s your maternal uncle. You’re just that nephew. But as if they waited like this, dozens of people came and tried to harm you?”
Goleman said with a little tear.
“People think I am the target of my uncle’s sorcery.”
“why?”
“That…
He rubbed his forehead with his head down.
“Actually, my uncle was trying to cure me.”
“therapy?”
“yes. There is a disease passed down through my mother’s bloodline, and my uncle tried to cure it by mobilizing all sorts of slander, claiming that it had manifested itself in me.”
“But among those slanders, was there any unclean sorcery?”
“No sir- that was just superstition. It had no effect.”
“Hmm.”
I crossed my arms and asked again.
“I just can’t figure out what the hell it is. What is that disease?”
“I don’t know either. I just know that, unluckily, the disease only developed in me among my brothers.”
I narrowed my eyebrows at that meaningful nuance.
“You mean your uncle said that, or are you really saying that the genetic disease or something is manifested?”
“My uncle said so, and he actually has strange symptoms, so I’m assuming he’s sick.”
“Strange symptoms?”
Golman hesitated to speak, but Fritz strode towards him. Then, Golman, startled, quickly opened his mouth.
“I have a little bit of night vision.”
“…You say your eyes are bright at night?”
“to. And when you look at it in the dark, your eyes look a little weird.”
What is this again?
“Turn off the light.”
As the men extinguished the candles and drew the curtains to block out the sunset, I peered closely into Goleman’s light brown eyes.
“…It’s strange, what’s wrong” The eyes, which had increased black areas due to the dilation of the iris, suddenly turned white.
“-uh?”
Soon, the boundary disappeared, and the all-white eyes began to shine in the dark. The light was dim enough that you wouldn’t notice it unless you looked closely… but it was clear that something was odd about it.
“…Princess. Bring Princess Theodora.”
I looked into Goleman’s eyes and quickly added.
“Lord Kabar and Mr. Okan too. Right now.”
At my whisper, several of my subordinates stormed out of the room out of the darkness.
