The Blood Knight’s Villains - Chapter 271

My villains 2 episode

interlude. The moment his lovers (3)

forcibly move their feet that do not fall and cross the dimensional door.

Whoops.

The smell flowing in the wind, the scenery everywhere, and the mana that circulates in the heart have changed completely.

At the head of the party stood a girl wearing a cone hat with crimson feathers and a brown robe. She gazed at the surrounding landscape with a calm face.

A cloudy winter sky, bare tree branches, crumbling weeds, old stone pillars, arched corridors, and heaps of stones.

It was a ruined garden. A bleak garden that looks like a stuffed moment from the distant past.

Although it is in the center of the island, it was a perfect place to open a dimensional gate because people were rare. It was also a place that the girl Ellen often visited in her childhood.

But I wasn’t lost in the memories. It was difficult to indulge in sentimentality when the sense of loss and despair hung over us.

Ellen took a long deep breath.

I recalled with inhalation the sadness that A Midsummer Night’s Dream had ended.

He exhaled the black smoke that the fierce fire in his chest pushed up his throat.

“…Uh”

Steedman murmured, dumbfounded, as she somehow managed to control herself.

“Is this over?”

” maybe.”

After answering that, Cole hung an arrow on his longbow, which had a scarlet luster. Immediately after crossing the dimension gate, he was looking everywhere with sharp eyes.

“Someone is coming.”

At Cole’s warning, Mira, one-eyed Simos and freckles, put her hand on the handle of the knife. Steedman, impatient, spat on his palm and adjusted his grip on the axe.

Since they had stepped into the place that might be the enemy’s den, it must have been a natural warning, but Ellen held up her hand to dissuade them.

“I don’t need to strain anymore.”

“yes?”

“This is La Palais Palace, not a fortress or barracks.”

“I don’t know what you mean…

The mercenaries looked puzzled, but soon they understood the meaning of Ellen’s words.

“what’?”

On the other side of the garden, two people hid themselves among the bushes in a hesitant manner and whispered softly.

“what? Are these the first faces you see?”

“Don’t they look like mercenaries?”

“I guess so.”

“Didn’t that mana portal just open? What kind of mercenary?”

“therefore. how did you get here? Did you get the coordinates?”

It was the voice of a young man and woman. They seemed to be hiding themselves somewhere else, but the son-in-law was so quiet that I could hear whispers clearly.

“What are these bastards? Is it a magic acid?”

To Mira’s question, Ellen answered in a whisper.

“Probably a trainee.”

“A trainee? Are there wizards standing guard here?”

“no. They are not like guards.” “yes? sure?”

“…It must have been that he was just passing by and was drawn to it out of curiosity after reading the signs of a dimensional door opening.”

The mercenaries opened their mouths in amazement, but Ellen’s words were true.

Aside from a few thieves, the palace has not been attacked once in decades.

In addition, this garden is a remote place even in La Palais Palace. It means that it was not so surprising that he met nerdy trainees instead of vigilant battle wizards.

“How do you calculate the coordinates of an island in the middle of the ocean? I got

a golden plate from somewhere .”

“The person who got the golden plate happened to be a wizard who could use it?”

“There is nothing that can’t be done.”

“Isn’t it more convincing that a group of magicians targeting the palace calculated the coordinates and invaded?”

“Come in? With only seven people?”

“Isn’t there anything that can’t be done?”

The mercenaries swallowed a laugh at the conversation between the man and the woman that sounded absurd.

“…What should I do?” As Steedman whispered, Ellen pondered for a moment before making eye contact with Master Hargni, who was standing in the back. Then, when he gestured towards the direction where the voice came from, Master Hagni cleared his throat even though he made a confused expression.

“Cordelende Tød!”

“Ehhh?”

The man and woman hiding among the bushes were startled by his voice and stood up. As inferred by their voices, they were a young man and woman who must have been in their mid-twenties.

“…Master Master Hagni? Why

are you here?”

“It was your guys, after all.”

Master Hagni narrowed his eyes and gestured towards the man and woman. The two young trainees rushed to the master’s call.

“long time no see.”

As they approached, Ellen lifted the brim of her peaked hat to reveal her face.

“Cordelende Gibbit Tød Aern. Do you still have a good relationship?”

“…Huh?”

Young Cordelende pointed a finger at Ellen and said, ‘You you!’ I stuttered. While he turned his face pale as if he had seen a ghost, the young woman, Tjöd, opened her mouth and put her hand in her bosom.

As soon as he was about to pull out the wand and lift it up,

Mira, who was already nervous, jumped at him and struck him on the chin. The trainee who lost the wand fell backwards with his body as stiff as a piece of wood.

“What is this!”

Cordelende backed away in surprise, and Cole and Steedman lunged at him and subdued him in one fell swoop.

“Leave this!”

“Stay still, lady. If you don’t want to stick a knife in the back hole.”

Treude, who had fainted for a moment, opened his eyes and squealed. She twisted her body desperately, but Mira and Simos pressed their knees on her back while gripping her hair violently.

Ellen, who caught a glimpse of that figure, approached the young man with his face on the floor.

“Cordelende.”

“…Eren Le.”

Cordelende finally looked at Ellen properly.

The girl looking down at him had fair-gold hair and doll-like features.

Except that she had grown a little, her beauty was the same as before, but the atmosphere was like a completely different person.

The light in his blue eyes, which had been stained with fake miasma, now shone like a well-sharpened ice knife. As if to defend himself incompetently, his red lips, which had been pouring out vicious words, were tightly shut.

and mana.

“…How, how…

The mana that Ellen subtly revealed was so deep and powerful that not even the slightest master could surpass it. It was also a precursor just before the realization of magic, not just the emission of magical power.

Recognizing this, Cordelende remembered the girl who couldn’t cast a spell, and opened her mouth.

“okay. forbidden book. It is the power of forbidden books.”

“well’?”

Ellen winked at Cole. Cole roughed Cordelende up.

“You’re the first thing I ran into as soon as I returned to the palace. Lucky for you.”

“M what? What are you talking about?”

Ellen didn’t answer, but Cordelen De recognized the meaning right away.

Cordelende is the grandson of one of the Seven Grand Masters. Taking him hostage was fortunate for Ellen.

Then a loud voice came from outside the garden.

“Erenar-!”

A woman’s voice amplified by magic.

After that, a figure flew through the air riding a black carpet. It was a woman wearing a black robe that seemed to match the color of the carpet and covering her face with a golden mask.

Although the behavior was very bizarre, Ellen was not at all surprised.

“aunt.”

“Elenaar… it was really you.”

When the woman in the golden mask landed on the ground, the black carpet rolled up and stood in front of her. When the woman stretched out her hand there, instead of a black carpet, a quarter pole of the same color stood there.

“Ah Einar!”

“Help us—”

Tjöd and Cordelende murmured, and the mercenaries slammed their faces into the ground at once.

Glancing at the quaking man and woman, the woman in a golden mask turned her gaze to Doro Ellen.

“…You’ve brought the rude people.” “yes. It’s been a while, Aunt.” The woman glanced at the grown-up girl behind the pale walls.

“Did you come back on your own?”

“yes.”

Einar Radakalin, the woman in the golden mask, holding a pole, looked at her nephew.

“Good luck again. My aunt was the first grandmaster to come.”

Ellen continued with a strange face.

“It seems fate has no intention of confining me to the palace.”

“I don’t know what the hell you mean.”

Einar read Ellen’s mana and swallowed dryly. It was too powerful mana for a girl who would turn 18 in 15 days.

“How are you, aunt?”

“…what do you mean?”

“Do you see this as the power gained from forbidden books?”

Ellen held a cracked crystal ball in her left hand and an off-white wand in her right.

“Does this look like a cursed power?”

When she showed off her strength in earnest, a whirlwind began to rage. Weeds were crushed and dry soil and fallen leaves soared.

“Tell me, aunt.”

“…I don’t know.”

Unknowingly, Ainar stepped back about two steps and fixed his grip on the pole to release mana. When Ellen’s mana was pushed out and the pressure on her chest disappeared, she spoke in a heavy voice.

“Because there are only a few people in the palace who know the true nature of the forbidden book.”

“okay.”

Fire!

The swirling mana whirlpool was reaped in an instant. When Einar collected the mana late, Ellen continued with a sneer.

“Then I’ll need an elixir after all to prove my innocence.”

“…are you going to drink it?”

“Isn’t that what your aunt and her lovely youngest daughter want?”

When Gal Nar, Ellen’s uncle and her own brother, was mentioned, Einar hardened his face.

“Don’t try to misinterpret Galnar’s intentions. A child who only works for the palace.”

“For the sake of the palace…

“Yes Elenar. Let’s go to the main palace first. You need protection.”

“no.”

Ellen stared into Einar’s eyes. A blue gaze like a sapphire and a blue gaze mixed with gray crossed each other.

“Bring the elixir.”

“…what?”

“I will prove my innocence here, so bring me the elixir.”

Although the words were no different from an order, Einar could not disobey Ellen for some reason.

It was because I thought of someone in mythology through the sparkling blonde hair, blue eyes, beautiful face, and profound mana that did not suit her age.

‘Radakalin.’

Einar, thinking of her distant ancestor and the man known as the ‘Demon God’, pursed his lips for a moment and then nodded.

“good night. don’t bring it.”

“Thank you, aunt.”

“But don’t move one step from here.”

“I will try.”

After answering that, Ellen sat down on a rock in the middle of the garden.

Einar’s eyes glittered under the mask, and he put down his quarters stick. The pole spread out in an instant and turned into a black carpet, and she jumped on it and flew away in an instant.

Steedman, who had been watching the scene stunned, turned to Ellen.

“…is it over?”

“Now it begins.”

Sitting on a moss-covered rock, the girl peered across the bony bush.

“Wizards are coming.”

“yes?”

La Palais Palace is not a barracks or a fortress, but it is a place where hundreds of wizards live. Outsiders appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the palace, and there was no way the wizards wouldn’t notice it.

Familiar breeding as a hobby, shady vision using mirrors and crystal balls, detecting magical powers that turn habitually. Probably, numerous wizards detected the party’s intrusion through different means and reported it to the main palace.

As if to prove Ellen’s words, a buzzing voice soon followed. Dozens of wizards surrounded the garden and narrowed the siege.

Cole whispered softly as he pointed an arrow at the protest.

“Ellen.”

“Stay still.”

Ellen looked up at the clouds in the sky and said in a calm tone.

“I have already said that combat is not the answer. There’s no way to beat the seven grandmasters and their slow battle mages.”

“Yes, I know!”

Thød, who had been crushed by the mummy, spat dirt and screamed.

“If you know that, throw away the wand!

Stop playing hostages like this!”

Ellen didn’t even look at her. Mira drew her sword at once and thrust it right in front of Troued’s eyes.

“Hee Ik”

“If you open your mouth one more time, I will cut out your tongue. okay?”

As Teude nodded in terror, six figures entered the garden. Ellen studied the six grandmasters with cold, sunken eyes.

Hogende Gibbit, an old woman, frowns when she finds her grandson shivering while being held by Steedman.

Liwan Doi An-Lake, a middle-aged man who sits on a bare tree branch in the form of a crow and then lands to reveal his true form.

Nashal Anwei, a woman with a three-headed snake-shaped staff and a black veil draped under her eyes.

Aktufir Ol, an elderly man with two golden bracelets on each wrist, not enough to wear gold rings on ten fingers.

Olnar Radakalin, a curly old man with long, white eyebrows and a wrinkled face that makes it difficult to tell his age.

And finally, a handsome man with a well-groomed blond hair and a well-groomed mustache.

“…Galnar.”

Ellen’s cold gaze met her eyes, but Galnar simply followed the other grandmasters with his hands together and his back straight.

Behind the six grandmasters, countless battle mages appeared. All of them held up their staffs or wands, ready to cast spells at any time.

Ol Nar, a crooked old man, spoke at the head of them.

“Elenaar.”

“…grandfather.”

To be precise, he was Ellen’s great-great-great-grandfather’s younger brother.

However, since Ellen had few relatives who could be called grandfather, the title for Olnar, who was the oldest and at the same time the most prestigious in the palace, naturally became grandfather.

“You’re back.”

“yes.”

The two were not very close. Even though the young Ellen was a descendant of the Radakalin family, she was unable to cast spells, and Olnar, the senior elder of the palace and the head of the Radakalin family, regarded such Ellen as a disgrace to the palace and family.

“By the way…

the hazy eyes shone dimly under the wrinkled eyelids.

“You have awakened the spell.”

“yes.”

Despite Ellen’s short and cold reply, Olnar said nothing. He just smiled in satisfaction as he measured the depth of her mana.

“…It’s not the shallow power borrowed from a forbidden book.”

Olnar looked back at the handsome man standing behind him.

“Galnar. What happened?”

“I do not know. Little Grandpa.”

Galnar answered calmly, the same as before.

“I was just reporting what I saw.”

“……okay?”

While Olnar was sobbing, Ellen looked back at the battle mages and opened her mouth.

“Could you please put the wand away? It’s a bit unpleasant.”

“It can’t be.”

Ak Tufir, a man adorned with ten golden rings and four golden bracelets, said firmly.

“Including Grand Master Jemar, you have killed four wizards in the palace.”

As he said that, he turned to Master Hargni, who stood behind Ellen.

“Maybe even more. What happened?”

“Ah, Mr. Aktufir. I-”

Master Hagni was about to say something, but Ellen stood up from the rock.

“If you are going to interrogate, please wait.”

“……what?”

“Aunt Einar went to get the elixir.”

“Elixir?”

Not only Aktufir, but other grand masters also stood out.

As if that was a signal, all the wizards shut their mouths, and Ellen stood still and looked in the direction of the main palace in the distance.

And I got my heart.

‘Ponyx.’

To her, who dreams of a reunion in the distant future, six grandmasters and dozens of battle mages were just a piece of scenery.

Recalling the last night she had spent with her lover, Ellen greeted Einar flying from afar.