Chapter 33

My Villains Episode 033

9-1. Raid (3)

“Yes. So when it comes to nice words, get off. If you step back now, your life will be spared.”

A loud laugh rang out and faded away.

In the meantime, I was able to find this substance running through my blood. The foreign body was crushing blood vessels and crushing nerves. Guided by instinct, I began to control the blood flowing through my body.

“Hmm, I like poison. In particular, I will spare you four years.”

“what? then.”

“Of course, the bloody swordsman must die. Because that’s my job.”

Instead of answering, the sound of a crossbow measuring the strings was heard.

“Do you want to die needlessly? Put down your toys, fake wizard.”

Ellen, who took a deep breath, was about to say something, but I was the first to speak.

“Wow!”

“trunnion!”

As soon as I vomited black blood, Poison threw a dagger at me.

He managed to collect the poison flowing through his blood and vomit it out, but his eyes were still dark, his stomach was sick, and his head was dizzy.

I stumbled and raised my shield to block the dagger.

puck.

Before I knew it, I was hit by Poison’s kicks and fell helplessly to the ground.

Light footsteps spur the ground, followed by a sharp piercing sound. I gritted my teeth and rolled on the ground, but I couldn’t avoid his attack forever.

Ugh, I can’t keep my balance.

I’m starting to see a little bit, maybe thanks to how much my blood has been purified—Damn it. I guess it was too late.

“It’s over for the wormy bastard!”

As he said, there was no other way to avoid it. It was because I rolled around and got stuck somewhere.

Could this be the effect of the poison? Although he had an intuition of death, his heart was very calm.

The flashlight didn’t pass, I didn’t think of my family, and I wasn’t afraid or angry.

I was just a little frustrated.

It’s not even Ubar, he’s going to die by his subordinates? Even if it’s a name dragon, it’s only a small mob that appears in Chapter 2?

okay. In a way, this is Kim Seung-soo’s last stroke of luck. The death of an ordinary petit bourgeois who suddenly fell into a world of savagery.

A flash of black light shone in the blurry vision

.

I tightly closed my eyes.

When Phoenix is rolling on the ground terribly.

“Ugh-”

Ellen just stared at him trembling.

He bluffed his words, but his body was still frozen.

Poison was so fast that it was hard to think of it as a normal person, and his eyes were full of cruel killing.

‘Just like the last time, just like the last time.’

He remembered the time he saved Phoenix from a crocodile.

Then he leaked tear gas into his crossbow, but he didn’t dare to shoot it. My arms were shaking, so I couldn’t confidently hit it.

Tears kept welling up at the ominous foreboding.

It was the same as now when the master died.

– El Herenar.

– Master. This is me, Elenar. I’m here.

– Narrow Sea. cross the narrow sea Destiny is waiting for you

– Stop talking. The blood won’t stop ah.

– Anything that can prevent the apocalypse. There is only you. Only you, the descendant of Radakalin.

– Please stop! Without Master, I’m just useless...

-You are you. It’s a flower that blooms late, my dear. Someday, your scent will cover the whole Middle World...

The teacher’s boast was wrong.

No matter how hard she tried, Ellen couldn’t cast a spell, and when she needed to, she couldn’t do anything.

A feeling of helplessness brought Ellen to her knees.

“Huhhhhh!”

Right before my mind collapses from the stress I can’t handle.

Half of the second floor of the Boat Horn Inn was swallowed up by the fire.

Arnal, Grania’s subordinate, shot an arrow and pierced the heart of the last thief remaining in the inn.

A paralyzed thug spewed foam and choked to death.

The guards called by Daria carried buckets and ran to the inn.

Phoenix, who was pinned to the fence, closed his eyes.

And power was engraved in Ellen’s soul.

Ellen screamed.

“Keep it off!” The flame arrow pierced Poison’s waist deeply and poured out flames at the same time. Poison, hit by a flaming arrow in the air, lost his balance and fell.

Whoops!

His back was pinned to a wall filled with skewers the size of his palm.

“Ouch! Ugh-”

Poison stirred his limbs several times in that state, then limp.

...He’s the one who drove me to the brink of death, but to die like that in vain. I don’t know if I should be happy or sad about this.

“Nana...!”

When I turned around, Ellen was on her knees, looking down at my palms.

The boy shook his shoulders and carefully squeezed his hand. Then he looked up at me with a face that looked like he was about to cry.

“Is this a dream?”

“what?”

“I used magic.”

Ellen smiled brightly and wept bitterly. I smiled bitterly and stood him up.

“Yeah, I saw it too. Congratulations, this girl.”

“trunnion.”

I forcibly lifted the man who was licking his lips and smiled at me.

“Do the stinging later and avoid it for now. The building might collapse.”

Ellen, who was about to say something, quickly shut her mouth to hold back her tears.

Contrary to their worries, the inn did not collapse.

The smoke was particularly strong because the salty wood caught fire, but... the damp and rotting floorboards couldn’t catch fire that easily.

The reason why the flames were fierce was probably because El Ren’s Molotov cocktail was so powerful.

Anyway, thanks to Daria hastily dragging the guards, the flames were quickly put out.

One of the only two stairs in the inn was completely burned and the second floor was half burnt.

There was a smell of soot and burnt everywhere in the building, but it could be restored to its original shape by wiping, sweeping, and repairing it.

After dragging the corpses out of the inn, I stretched for a moment to catch my breath.

“Whew.”

The corpses were lined up, divided into those who raided the inn and those who were damaged, and it seemed that the number of dead was well over forty.

“You bastard Uvar.”

While quietly grinding my teeth and looking around the corpses, I suddenly found the owner.

Next to the kneeling old man, a young Joong-no-mi was coldly lying down.

The tired-looking old man wiped the ash off his hands with the inside of his apron and closed the boy’s eyes.

“...you must have gone to a good place, man.”

“okay. Because he was a good guy.”

When I quietly approached and patted him on the shoulder, the man smiled bitterly and crossed his arms.

“The fire was—I’m so sorry. If it’s okay, I’ll”

“No, no. It’s nothing for you to apologize for. It was an unavoidable situation.”

The owner sighed heavily and stood up and continued.

“I have no intention of blaming Ellen. Thanks to the sudden fire, the mercenaries bought time. Had it not been for that fire, I would have been a corpse by now.”

“So you have nothing to be sorry about.” Meanwhile, the owner turned his black eyes to the guards.

Some of the guards were still diligently moving the corpse, but most of them were chatting among themselves.

“There’s going to be another commotion in the church. They say the cemetery is slowly filling up.”

“Then, shouldn’t we just hand over the wandering bastards to the mortician?”

“undertaker? Oh that old man? Can I continue to work for someone who has just arrived in the city?”

“How are you? It’s better than being scolded and ripped off by the priests.”

I was annoyed that the misfortune that befell the Hathorn Inn was treated as a nuisance, but... Well, my guys must be having a hard time too.

Apparently, there have been about 10 serious crimes such as robbery, murder, and rape just today. In a city of only 10,000 people.

...is this enough to make Detroit seem like a paradise?

However, it was clear that the death of close to forty people was serious even in such a dead end situation.

It was a fact that could easily be recognized by the fact that the captain of the South Harbor’s guards was marching in person.

The owner muttered quietly, looking at the chief of the guard, whose cheeks were plump like a fat bulldog.

“...I wish those lazy bastards would come a little earlier.”

Before the guards noticed the owner’s negative emotions, I quickly patted him on the back.

“You must be tired, but get some rest, mister. Go upstairs and open the window. The wind is nice, so I think the burnt smell will go away soon.”

“...okay. I guess so.”

When the old man, who nodded with a hard face, entered the inn, I moved to the well.

Among the clutter scattered around the well. Ellen sat with her eyes closed, leaning against the overturned table board. It was very strange to see him immersed in meditation even when the surroundings were crowded.

It’s strange, it’s strange. Other people are having a hard time fixing the inn, but how is this guy not paying attention?

I’d like to say something, but I’ll have to bear with it. Since I succeeded in casting the magic I so longed for, falling for it is not something I can’t understand.

Besides... Hey, he’s still young, right? You can’t blame him for his narrow vision.

He sighed and tried to put his butt next to Ellen.