The Blood Knight’s Villains - Chapter 258

My Villains Episode 258

50. Mayhem (12)

Zanabas appeared out of nowhere and spoke with a nervous look.

“I ran into this woman when I reached the Southern Shore.”

“On the Southern Shore?”

“yes. And he pointed a knife at me… and threatened me to guide him to Phoenix-sama.” “…what?”

As I frowned, Zanavas closed his eyes and continued.

“sorry. He had no choice but to give in after threatening Siren and Ethan’s lives. I am really sorry.”

“Ha ha.”

…what the hell happened?

As I covered my forehead at the sudden situation, he spoke like a rapid-fire gun.

“That woman locked Siren and Edan in a subspace. If that woman dies at this rate, the two of them will struggle forever, trapped in an unknown dimensional rift. Phoenix-sama, please don’t ignore the comrades who risked their lives together.”

While I was silent, Ellen, who was standing silently behind me, opened her mouth.

“Janabas.”

“Ellen.”

Ellen had an expressionless face. I didn’t feel anything

like anger, but Zanabas met his eyes and his lips trembled.

“It’s only been two months. You are still beautiful Shiren and Ethan said about Ellen’s powerful magic.”

“Shut up.”

“……yes?”

“Shut up and go away.”

Ellen was wearing a robe that had been given back by Mungchi before she knew it. While there is no wind, the hem of the robe sways.

“Eh Ellen. Why-”

“Comrades who risked their lives together?”

The eyes shone like sapphires. The cold eyes that are beautiful but lack vitality…

“What did you guys do when Poi was in danger in the dimensional rift?”

“…Ellen-sama. What happened at that time”

“When Count Tristan’s army came rushing in front of Longville?”

“That’s the Rao family rule-”

“Shut up.”

Ugh.’

The wind blew around Ellen, filling the arena with high-density mana. Zanavas’ chin trembled at the suffocating pressure.

“A wormy bastard. It’s so shameless that I’m sick of it.”

“Ughhh.”

“I sold our information to a savage out of shame for my pitiful life, and now they are forcing me to sacrifice.”

“…That’s not so.”

The young druid continued to speak even though she was breaking out in a cold sweat.

“It should be called information. And it doesn’t require sacrifice. I’m just asking for help-” “To free the barbarian who killed the rider of the king.”

Ellen’s pink lips drew a cold arc.

“You mean to be a traitor for you, right? By freeing the berserker who will threaten his life again someday.”

“A selfish bastard. It’s hard to believe that nature allowed it.”

Zanavas kept his mouth shut with his face stained red. For a moment, he stretched out his arms as if to block the fainting Lenka.

“you’re right.”

Light green energy flowed from Zanavas’ eyes and mouth. Mana entwined like vines even on his slender limbs.

“I am a selfish bastard. I was kicked out of the clan because of it.”

The smell of the forest spread through the collapsed tavern. Not befitting the scent, the sound of rattling weapons, the sound of windmills spinning, and the sound of strings being pulled tight filled the surroundings.

“But what can I do? Siren and Edan must be saved.”

“Aha yeah?”

Three or four small frost awls sprouted in front of Ellen’s blue eyes.

Zanabas glared at the mercenaries like Ellen and the wolves while shaking his hands and feet.

What is this back-and-forth situation? It seems like we’re the villains.

“Phoenix-sama.”

It was the voice of Cole, who was standing by the window on the second floor before he knew it. He glanced out the window, holding the string taut.

“Baron Shaenna is coming.”

“…… Tsk.”

After a short thought, I let out a deep sigh and put Hrunting in the scabbard. And as he approached Zanavas, he flinched, but did not attack. It must be because I was convinced that I was empty-handed.

“good.”

“….”yes?” “I understand you well.” Saying that, I tapped him on the shoulder, and Zanavas put on a puzzled expression.

“Then you will help me”

Voila!

Zanabas, whose chin returned to his ear with a light blow, stiffened like a piece of wood and collapsed on his side.

“You’re talking fucking bullshit.”

I muttered that and gestured toward the mercenaries with grumpy faces.

“Esson Confair. Take this bastard and

put him somewhere.”

“yep.”

“Mira Simos. Steal everything that woman has. ASAP.”

“Hey, it will be over soon.”

While the stunned Zanavas was dragged by the two mercenaries, the freckled mummy rummaged through Lenka’s body and took everything she had. In the meantime, Simos, a former magician, skilfully removed the plate armor.

The rest of the mercenaries, including Steedman and Fritz, made a fuss at the entrance, pretending to evacuate the wounded.

By the time Baron Shaenna, who had been delayed by the commotion, entered the tavern, Zanavas had disappeared without a trace and Lenka was lying on the floor wearing only rough leather clothes.

Baron Shahenna, who appeared with his men in a rush, looked around the field in silence. His gaze passed by Utequai and Ellen and stayed on Heila for a moment, then turned to Lenka who collapsed on the floor.

“…Is he dead?”

“I fainted for a moment.”

The light brown eyes that could be seen through the cracks in the faceplate turned to me. After she was silent for a moment, I shrugged my shoulders and said,

“you’re welcome. I just did what I had to do as a knight.”

“…I didn’t say anything.”

“Oh is that so? It was something I had to say, so I thought I did it with my eyes.”

“under. Shameless.”

Saying so, the baron took off his helmet. Dark auburn hair flowed down, revealing a white face smeared with soot.

“Did you think I would thank you? To you, who brought disaster to His Majesty’s land?”

“…Your words are a bit harsh.”

“Are you saying no?”

She glared at me with a sharp gaze.

“Either the raiders who made this place a mess, or the savage who opened the gates of hell and killed the rider of the king, all aimed at you.”

I folded my arms and bent my head.

“So what?”

“…♦.what?”

“Is that my fault?”

Baron Shaenna burst out laughing as if it were absurd.

“You mean you won’t accept your responsibility? Buildings collapsed and many soldiers died because of your personal affairs!”

“Didn’t the baron say that he was once in the royal capital? Was it the captain of the guard?”

“I am the chief of the mounted patrol.”

“Then did you hold the rich and nobles accountable when they caught robbers or thieves?

“What nonsense is that?”

“Is that bullshit? Isn’t that the logic of holding me accountable?”

She retorted, narrowing her brows.

“It is nothing compared to thieves and robbers. You have caused great harm to innocent people.”

“Extreme harm to the innocent.”

I smiled slightly.

“Then did the baron hold the king accountable during the Thousand-Day War?”

“…The Thousand and One Days War?”

“yes. Isn’t that the rebellion of the great nobles who coveted the direct control of the royal family? That’s when a lot of innocent people died. According to the baron’s logic, His Majesty the King must also take responsibility for that, right?”

Baron Shaenna opened her mouth for a moment, then hardened her face and raised her voice.

“Awful! How dare you speak of His Majesty in front of the King’s rider!”

“I am also a betrayal of His Majesty the King. I am just giving you advice because his rider is making misleading statements.”

“This—”

she was about to say something. A group of soldiers entered the tavern. He was hugging a thick chain and rope from where he came from.

Baron Shaenna wheezed for a moment, then gave a chin at the soldiers, who immediately approached Lenka and began to tightly bind her.

“Master Cecento.”

At the baron’s call, a man stepped forward. An elderly man with a long gray beard and a long robe. It was the wizard who summoned the shadow army when the flame world’s dimensional gate opened.

He had been paying close attention to casting high-level spells, but he must have been the wizard of Baron Shahenna…

Master Secento stood in front of the tightly bound Lenka and took out a glass bottle. And he muttered something while spilling something like sticky ink on Lenka.

Incapacitate it.”

“…Neutralized?”

“It’s a powerful spell that makes even a lively knight look like an old man on the verge of dying. The materials used as mediums are very rare and the order itself is difficult, so it is hard to see.”

Whispering like that, Ellen narrowed her eyes as she looked at Master Cecento.

“I don’t know where, but it’s probably a mage from the High House.”

“They summoned the ‘Shadow Army’.”

“Then it will be the Dawning. Well, it’s obvious if you’re a wizard who will work under the king’s rider.”

At that time, the ink that flowed through Lenka’s body trembled and shone black. order is complete.

“Sir Eadrige.”

” yes.”

As the middle-aged knight beckoned the three soldiers to carry Lenka, I abruptly asked a question.

“How are you going to handle it?”

“…you don’t know.”

“Don’t do that, just let me know. He has a grudge against me, so I want to see if he has been sacrificed.”

“Hyosu?”

Baron Shaenna’s face twisted.

“I don’t know how it is in your hometown, but in the royal capital they don’t do such barbaric things.”

“…Is that so? That’s too bad.”

Are you going to take me to the royal road? After all, he is the one who killed the king’s rider, so he must want to show it to the king himself.

Baron Shaenna, who had taken Lenca, was about to turn around with his men, but he stopped and made eye contact with me.

“I will be especially merciful and will not put you and your gang in prison.”

“Oh really? thank you.”

“…cheeky.”

She chewed her mouth at my chatter and then spat it out.

“But I cannot leave Modos until the investigation into this savage is over.” “yes?”

“If you want to run away, do so. I will have to live as a fugitive for the rest of my life, branded as a traitor.”

Before I could say anything, Baron Shaenna turned and left the tavern.

“ha.”

I tried to get over it, but I can’t. I’ll have to figure out a way to fuck that cheap baron.

After collecting the dead and treating the wounded, our party went to rest.

The Alchemy Guild Hall, where about a dozen people, including myself, stayed, was in relatively good shape, with only a little demolished wall on the first floor and a little scorched outer wall. Fortunately, it was a little away from the center of the battle, and it was thanks to the sturdy construction using stone.

Most of the buildings around it collapsed without a hitch.

The tavern ‘Singing Black Bunting’, which the mercenaries used as a lodging, was also on the verge of collapsing at any moment. The mercenaries decided to stay overnight in abandoned buildings nearby.

Finally, after a long day, I returned to my room, but I still had work to do.

“Now lie down.”

“Eh…

When Mongchi showed signs of hesitation, I reassured him with a firm tone.

“hurry. Let’s finish it and go to sleep.”

“……Ahhh”

In the end, he couldn’t resist my coercion and lay down on the bed. I couldn’t shake off the bundles or me or the dust properly, but I didn’t have time to worry about those things.

Chiiik-

As he carefully began to remove the bandage wrapped around his leg, Mungchi closed his eyes tightly. Scorched flesh stuck to the bandage and dripped off. Instead of screaming or groaning, he squeezed his little hand around my wrist.

“eww. Does it hurt a lot?”

“Yes yes.”

“sorry. Be patient.”

The burns caused by Kwonbeopga’s heat stroke covered the area from the bottom of the thigh to the top of the ankle. Fortunately, not much time had passed, and thanks to the first aid, there seemed to be no blisters or pus.

I took off my gloves and bled on my fingertips. It doesn’t matter if he wears Death King’s scaled handcuffs and treats him, but rather than the touch of cold metal, it seemed that warm bare skin would be better for Mungchi.

The palms soaked in blood touched both ankles. Ungchi was quite in pain, and his body trembled.

For a while, the blood I injected flowed through the capillaries under the skin, and he twisted his back while making a grotesque ‘Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee’ sound.

“Why are you okay?”

“It tickles me.”

“I can’t help it. Let’s be patient.”

“Wait a minute-”

He added blood to his fingertips, hoping to end the pain quickly. The blood that had been pushed by the stronger pressure rushed violently towards both ankles of the bundle.

The group, which jumped up, let out an unidentified scream of ‘Kyaaaaaaaaaa’ and dug into my arms and patted my chest and shoulders, but I did not stop and continued the treatment.

Ellen, who had fainted and slept in the next room, opened the door and went back, and Hayla, who had regained her magical powers, did the same before the treatment was completed.

“Ahhh.”

Mung-chi slumped on the bed. The red, bloodshot eyes were unfocused, but the legs were healed without a trace. Not only the burns, but also the small wounds that had existed before had disappeared without a trace.

“Whoa.”

I’m satisfied. Is this enough to go back to Earth and set up a hospital?

With that thought in mind, the car was trying to collect the blood flowing through the palm of his hand.

“……uh?”

It wasn’t even bloody, but my blood started to flow in one direction as if pulled by a magnet.

As I stared blankly at it, the blood that swayed and stretched out headed for Hrunting, to be precise, with the sword that had been unleashed on the table.

Ugh.

The whining sound of the blade drew Hrunting up as if possessed. Then, as if he had waited, the blood that had flowed from both fingertips clung to Hrunting’s black blade.

“Uh uh-?”

The calm blood flow increased in speed and was sucked into the hrunting as if it was being shot on purpose.

Originally milky, Hrunting’s black face was stained black after he stabbed the artist in the Dream Land. The pitch-black black surface soaked in my blood soon began to beat vigorously, showing dark red veins.

“What is this?”

I panicked and quickly raised my blood and retrieved the blood. The blood that lingered in the air quickly returned, but the blood that flowed into Hrunting was out of my control.

and the next moment.

Cadde deuk!

“Uh uh uh?”

The long and sharp blade of Hrunting swelled to form a sphere. The crossbar and the handle of the knife were crumpled arbitrarily and were sucked into the sphere.

Then, as if the paint had drained, the black aura disappeared inside and white scales covered the sphere.

In a word, the knife that was fine

has become a scaled egg!

“What is this! What is it!”

This damn X-arm –

give me back my hrunting!