My Villains Episode 140
37. The Baroness’ Request (1)
In front of the subway exit, a campus in late summer unfolded. The brick flower bed on the left and the terrace on the right were very unfamiliar and friendly.
“Seungsu’s brother?”
A white tee, pink tennis skirt, long straight hair, and red lips draw attention.
“who are you?”
“I’m a cow. English Department Jeong So-ha.”
…Who is it? It’s a strange face that I can’t remember.
“Excuse me, have we ever met?”
“At the freshmen’s workshop the year before last. You were in charge of the planning.”
A freshman workshop? theater? wild grass?
“…Eulmy Sons?”
“yes. It was Lydia.”
Nonsense. Did he say that his father was ugly then? Who is this beauty?
“You have changed so much.”
Liveliness flowed across his expressionless face.
“Is this the way to the east?”
“Oh yes.”
“let’s go together. Please speak comfortably.”
“Is that so?”
He shook off the awkwardness and opened his mouth.
“Are you on your way to the east too?”
“yes. I am directing this time.”
“…Production? Oh, you must be in the third grade.”
“yes.”
This time she opened her mouth.
“You were discharged in June, right?”
“huh.”
“You must have suffered a lot.”
“…will you be close to Heewon?”
“not too bad.”
By the time we passed the small theater, autumn had arrived in full swing.
“You just can’t do that. The directing and planning must be close for the play to work properly.”
“I know, but it’s not good. Heewon unni and me…
The strong scent crossed my nose. It is the same metal that was commonly used in Middle World.
“Can we meet again? With Heewon unnie?”
“No, that’s not it.”
Black eyes looked up at me.
“thank god.”
“why?”
She laughed for the first time.
It was a smile like a mask.
“You know.”
Stickiness, stickiness.
She looked back at me while holding the doorknob of the club room.
“What am I going to do?”
The iron door rattled violently.
The world was torn apart.
It was a dark night.
A young woman was sitting alone in the dark vacant lot behind the mountain hut. She was sharpening a knife.
A sharpening stone the size of a fist slid along the slanted longsword. Like a drummer beating a drum, the cheerful metal sound had its own rhythm.
The woman raised her longsword. The single eye that inspected the blade flashed quietly. The moonlight’s eyes were dyed a dark blue.
“Hmm.”
The woman’s brow furrowed as if something was bothering her. She poured water from a bucket beside her and sprayed the longsword.
The sound of metal continued again. The woman put the whetstone down only after wrestling with the blade for a long time.
“….”good.”
Holding a rough rag, she wiped her longsword and hummed. It was about time to completely dry the blade with a dry towel.
“It cleans very hard.”
The woman turned around and almost screamed. It was because after only six or seven steps, a huge figure stood tall.
A cool-looking handsome man with thick eyebrows, a high nose and sharp eyes. It was Phoenix.
Simos, the female swordsman sharpening her sword, swallowed dryly and bowed her head.
“Nari, what happened?”
“Give me.”
“……yes?”
Uncommonly tall, wide shoulders, tightly tightened forearms and thick thighs. It is the body of a warrior who naturally feels intimidated.
Phoenix with such a body was wagging his hands.
“Give me the knife. Take a look.” Simos handed over the longsword without saying anything. Phoenix swung the sword with only his wrist moving, then nodded.
“Good. It is light and sharp.”
Phoenix quietly admired the silver blade soaked in moonlight.
“Where did you get it?”
“This is something I got from Master.”
“Master? Which master?”
Phoenix wore a neat tunic, leather pants, and boots that reached below the knee. He wore a belt that looked like it was made of snake scales and was wearing a long sword.
“He taught me a lot of things, including swordsmanship, but he passed away leaving me with a sword.”
“Many things.”
It was all black, from the hair to the sheath of the clothes. The same was true of the two eyes looking down at Simos.
“Any magic?”
“…yes.” “I guess he was a magic swordsman too?”
“yes.”
After coming out of the rift, Phoenix gave off a strange atmosphere. An aristocratic and barbaric strange presence.
“It doesn’t seem like you’re using a medium when you cast a spell. So, are you also a kind of sorcerer?”
“So to speak.”
“The only spells you know how to use are lightning spells?”
“yes. Even if there are only a few of them.”
After swinging the longsword a few times, Phoenix returned the sword to Simos, as if he soon lost interest.
“Why are you sharpening your knife at night?”
“Because I can’t sleep.”
“Can’t you sleep?”
Simos replied, scratching his blindfolded eyes.
“It hurts quite a bit here. I paid a lot of money for the investigation and received treatment, but there was no effect.”
“I’m sorry. If you don’t have enough money for treatment, I’ll pay for it.”
“no. It’s okay, sir.”
Simos didn’t mind money, but this time he shook his hand. It was because he was reluctant to Phoenix.
The power to kill a troll alone was astonishing. But what was really terrifying was his vitality.
Wasn’t he fully resurrected in half a day from being completely sick? If it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable, it’s rather strange.
Besides, Phoenix wasn’t the usual cheerful figure. Phoenix, which melted in the dark night, gave off a creepy atmosphere. Simos felt like his nerves were being eaten and wanted to leave quickly.
Poinix smiled, whether or not he knew Simos’ feelings.
“thank god.”
“yes?”
“The loss of an eye saved his life.”
“…I don’t know what you mean.”
Phoenix just laughed quietly. Simos swallowed dry saliva and began to tidy up the place.
“Let’s just go in, sir. I think I will fall asleep soon.” Her twitching lips spat out cold words.
” sit down.”
“yes?”
“Sit down. Talk to me for a moment.”
Simos hesitated for a moment at the strange force, then put his butt back together. There was an uncomfortable silence, and Simos barely opened his mouth.
“…why are you with me? this late at night.”
” me?”
Phoenix scratched his eyebrows.
“I just had a silly business.”
“Is it a frivolous thing?”
Simos glanced up at the cabin.
“Is it because of Ellen?”
“…Why do you think so?”
“Have you lost your magic?”
“okay. It’s temporary, but I’ve lost my magic.”
Phoenix’s smile faded. Simos instinctively held his breath.
“To the extent that you can’t resist even if you do some tricks
.”
“…Nari, that’s it.”
“why? That’s right.”
Simos tensed his chin for a moment.
“If you are talking about the work in the rift, then I am also”
“I am not blaming you.”
Phoenix put his hand on the permal and continued.
“Because you paid the price.”
“If it’s the price.”
“You said it earlier. He said his life was saved
because he lost his eye .”
Realizing the meaning of those words, Simos held his breath briefly. she asked, wet her lips.
“Then, how can Ethan…
“Because he is a child, simple discipline is enough. Utequai will take care of it.”
Simos involuntarily let out a sigh of relief. It’s funny how you feel that a barbarian warrior is better than a knight.
“It’s too early to feel relieved.”
“yes? what is that?”
“I have one more reason to kill you. The blue-haired Moses.”
Simos Animosis stiffened. She pretended to be calm and smiled.
“under. What are you talking about now
? Because my eyes are deceiving me.”
Phoenix’s growl made Moses’ face pale.
“…what do you want?” “I’d like to hear your story first.”
Phoenix crouched down in front of Moses. Looking at the frozen frog, the snake opened its mouth.
“Why are you here?”
‘Green-Haired Morsis’ was one of several random names led by robber baron Albi Anne.
Others in a similar position include ‘Haklio the Falcon Ogre’, ‘Beast Greer’ and ‘Half-Orc Ulric’.
The reason I recognized Morsis’ identity was because of his characteristics.
The low-class spells of the lightning type, the ‘silver-tinged longsword’, a magic equipment that dyes blue hair whenever it is used, and keeps
falling…
“…therefore.”
I sighed and continued.
“I was stabbed in the back of the head by my subordinates and almost died, but I met Siren and the others and survived? by chance?”
“yes. If Syren hadn’t given me the potion, I would have died.”
“So you’re joining that party to repay the favor?
“yes.”
I silently looked down at Morsis and pulled out a dagger from his waist.
“This bitch just sat there talking real bullshit.”
“It’s so real!”
When Moses tried to get up, I kicked her in the stomach.
“
It’s black.”
He stuffed the rag that had been rolling on the floor into Moses’ mouth. Then, he took out two of the fingernails on his left hand in quick succession.
“Turn it off!”
Moses fluttered like a fish pierced by a harpoon. But my knees were pressing down on my chest and forearms, so she couldn’t resist.
I whispered, holding my bloody left hand tightly.
“If you keep glowing, I’ll pull out two more.”
“三 O 三 OO —” — ———-
Moses swallowed the pain with a grunt. I took the rag from her mouth and asked the question again.
“Why are you here?”
“Huh huh. Albiane Albiane told me to go here.”
“He said that the *heuuu* messenger from the Dark World would be nearby. Just in time, Shi Ren and *Kuu* Zanavas were also on their way to Graduil Mountain.” “
Wait. A messenger from the Dark World? Dark World?”
“yes yes. It was *haha* that messenger gave orders to Albianne.”
I suddenly remembered the scenario.
In the game, Robber Baron Alvianne was the third pick in Chapter 3.
So, the original scenario was to kill Al Bianne, who occupied the lordship after driving out the bandits who had settled in Longville.
…Yes, in that scene, the ‘herald of the dark world’ first appeared and turned Albi Anne into a powerful monster. I remember the event clearly.
“So you’re saying you followed Albianne’s orders even after he died? What kind of knight are you?”
“It wasn’t just because of Albiane. He said that he could receive a huge reward just by delivering the news to those messengers… “What reward?” Moses broke out in a cold sweat and shook his head.
“I don’t know exactly. I just guessed that it was something great, seeing what Albianne said like a habit!”
After biting the rag, Moses struggled desperately. Even after pulling out two more fingernails and ten toenails, her answer was the same.
…I suddenly feel uncomfortable.
Intimidating, intimidating, and torturing others was as easy and natural as doing small paperwork.
Is this the aspect of Phoenix?
How could a 21-year-old knight be so cruel?
“Huh o.Hh O uh” —————-9 —————- ‘I .
I squatted in front of Moses, sobbing in pain.
“Mosis.”
“Huh huh.”
Mossis lay face down on the floor and gasped for breath.
snap.
Annoyed, I grabbed her long hair and took turns winding it up.
“Mosis.”
“Turn it off.”
“Answer me.”
The one eye that met me was stained with fear. A completely ruined face.
“Eh yes yes…
“You have three options.”
I wet my lips and spoke quickly.
“First option. neck cut here and now second option. He hangs himself after being beaten.”
“…Eh”
Moses shook his chin, but made no reply. It’s a natural reaction. you don’t want to die
“The third and final option. Make a contract with me.”
“…Ah, a contract?”
“okay.”
I smiled and raised my hand. The blood drained from Moses’ body entangled in the air.
“It’s a contract made in blood.” Following my gestures, the veins drew a small pattern. The ominous Reverse Pentagram (逆五苦星), dripping with blood, was completed.
“Ah ah.”
A look of despair filled Moses’ face. It was a pitiful expression he would show right before handing over his soul to the devil.
I gave her a demonic smile to live up to her expectations.
