Chapter 139

My Villains Episode 139

36. Phoenix of Zaharkar (3)

Silence fell.

The sound of singing from the tavern crumbled against the tightly closed wooden window. Even the little pig by the bed read the air and held its breath. In a cozy room lit with three or four candles, only small sobs were filled.

“Ellen.”

The boy held back his knees and swallowed his tears, but said nothing. I was silent for a moment, then pulled Ellen’s shoulder.

“Don’t hate me.”

Following the watery voice, both hands stretched out. It is a hand gesture that is confusing whether it is pushing or grabbing.

I sat Ellen on my lap and held her small body tightly. The struggle subsides.

“I had no other intentions.” His closed eyelashes trembled as a large, rough hand approached the corner of his eye.

“I didn’t mean to cheat. I didn’t think of you as that other person.”

I wiped away the tears with a gentle hand, like touching a chick.

“I told you. You are a very important person to me, and let’s not be shaken.”

“...If you do this.”

Ellen wiped her face with the sleeve of her shirt. Then he looked up at me with red eyes.

“Do you know how I feel if you do this?”

“......well.”

“I don’t think about anything, I’m just happy.”

Ellen grabbed my chest.

“I just want you to hug me kindly like this and whisper sweet words to me. I just listen to it.”

“You don’t want to shake? You shake me like this every day, how can I not shake?” The fingertips holding the tunic were stained white.

“Your way of speaking, your gaze, your facial expression, and every gesture you make go back and forth between the underground and the heavens. I can’t think of anything because I’m constantly shaking. I have become such an idiot.”

“No, Ellen. You...

“I’m the one who knows me best, Poi.”

The hand holding my chest slowly pushed me away. Ellen continued with a clearer look in her eyes.

“I want to know about you. About the real you.” My heart broke again.

I hated myself for making up a story in advance knowing that a moment like this would come because I could only tell Ellen half the truth.

Ireland.

It is the name of a large island across the narrow sea to the south and the name of a kingdom that once existed there.

The kingdom of Ireland was ruled alternately by two families. The ‘Zakhar’ family and the ‘Baluin’ family were them.

Both families succeeded to the throne according to very peculiar traditions.

For example, if the Zakhar family took the throne, the king’s sister had to marry a man from the Baluin family. The male of the Balooin family, born between the two, will become the next king of Ireland.

Because of this uncle-to-nephew line of succession, the two royal families, Zahakar and Baluin, were deeply and deeply connected.

A man appeared before the two royal families of Ireland that had lasted for 400 years. It was the ‘Zeot of Zeore’, called the best gangster in the history of Middle World.

He was the one who established a kingdom by defeating countless mercenary groups, cities, states, and provincial tribes based on a handful of troops raised in the north. That kingdom was now Milanol.

Zeot, who was called the ‘King of Conquest’, directly commanded the fleet at the age of sixty and invaded Ireland.

After a fierce war that lasted for over three years, the King of Ireland surrendered to the King of Conquerors. Zeot showed mercy and sealed the king of Eiland as the duke of Eiland.

Zahakar and Baluin, who were once royal families, fell into disrepair. I don’t know if the word “Young Rak” would be appropriate for the duke’s family.

“That Zaharkar is my family. So my name is ‘Phoenix of Zaharkar’.”

“I thought so”

“Huh?”

“From the Razil accent to the powerful blood manipulation, black hair and black eyes. Of course, you can’t help but think of the two small royal families of Razil.”

“...Uh, but why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I thought there must be a reason why nobles hide their family names.”

“Ehh.”

Ellen suddenly narrowed her brows and asked a question.

“Then what were you thinking when you were appointed by Prince Ulkar? The royal family of Ore is no different from your family’s enemies.”

“...not an enemy. After all, dukes are vassals of kings,”

Ellen snorted.

“How many people in Middle World think that way?”

“Ghmm, that’s a different matter. I’ll explain later.”

After I kept my mouth shut, Ellen asked another question.

“What’s your relationship with the duke?”

“He is my uncle.”

Ellen nodded quietly and narrowed her brows as she asked.

“...Then, is the reason for hiding the family name related to the right of succession?” “Duke Skiele is from our family. The next grand duke will be the Balouin family, so I have nothing to do with the right of succession.”

I sipped my mouth with wine and continued.

“Besides, I’m an bastard, so it doesn’t matter even more.”

“Let’s stand?”

“My mother was a slave. Well, my father, who had conceived me, took a concubine, so I was spared from being an illegitimate child.”

“Ummm...

Ellen put on a complicated expression. Her face seemed to be confused whether to comfort her or say that she was fortunate.

I smiled and continued.

“I was a bastard, but I wasn’t discriminated against much. I think it was rather good that I started my page life earlier than my peers...

“It must have been difficult.”

“It was kind of annoying, but I have to do all sorts of chores. Everything else was fine though. Foy no, I loved training.”

Phoenix’s memories conveyed the emotions he felt at that time.

“When I was 12, I beat my 15-year-old half-brother. When I was fifteen, I had no rivals in my family except for the knights. At that time, I thought I was the best person in the world.”

Ellen’s lips twitched.

“...everyone has those times.”

“is it?”

“huh.”

I met eyes with Ellen. The light of the candle faded in her watery blue eyes.

I felt like I would be sucked into it if I stayed still, so I quickly opened my mouth.

“I crossed the narrow sea around the time I was appointed as a knight.”

“why?”

“I want to gain the power of my ancestors. I wanted to follow the trail of ‘Blood King Zahak’ and obtain his power. The power of the source.”

“...chasing the traces of a person who died 500 years ago?”

“What a young man’s spirit.”

Ellen, who had been nodding quietly, suddenly frowned.

“Don’t worry, it won’t happen. It’s a story that only you and I know in this world.”

“well? Is this a story only we know?” Ellen was about to say something when a crackling sound came from the bed.

“Is it a bunch?”

Cough.

Did you fall down while sleeping? The bundle that had fallen from the bed was restless, so I picked him up.

“What’s wrong with our group? Did you have a nightmare?”

Ellen snapped at me in an annoyed tone as I calmed down a bunch of wu-jju-jju.

“Are pigs important now? You are talking.”

“Uh”

How far did you say? Oh right.

“Who else knows?”

“Utequai Siren Zanavas.”

I tilted my head at Ellen’s name.

“Why those three?”

“I heard you talked about alien beings.”

“I’m sure Atalanta heard that too?”

“He’s a nude. You’d think I was just improvising and talking nonsense.” Ellen murmured quietly, biting her lower lip.

“But Utequai Siren Zanavas must be aware of Karamek’s abilities. They must have noticed that you were telling the truth.”

“...Is that so?”

“Zanavas is a druid and Siren is a mage educated by the Rao family. Not to mention Utequai. There is no way that the warriors of the grasslands do not know the power of the soul shaman.”

Along with a sigh, Ellen’s murmur continued.

“Even if Utequai doesn’t matter, Siren and Zanavas are the problem. If they even talk about this somewhere.”

“Then I

want to tell you that it’s important enough to have me clamp down on it”

w...... Uh ”

■Chi-san

Ellen let out a deep sigh in succession and shook her head.

“Are they going to be with you for a while?”

“Oh, I guess so.”

“You must accompany me. Until we find a way to solve this problem.”

Blue eyes shone coldly. I looked at him and let out a smile.

“Are you not afraid anymore?”

“......uh?”

“He said he was scared because he didn’t know anything about me. Aren’t you scared anymore?”

Ellen closed her mouth. His lips twitched for a moment, and then he nodded his head.

When I quietly laughed, he hesitantly opened his mouth.

“I have something to tell you too.”

” huh?”

“I haven’t told you either.”

“......What?”

Ellen wiggled her hands for a long time before closing her eyes tightly. Then he jumped up from his chair.

Ellen, who had walked in front of me, looked a little taken aback. It was because I was sitting still with a face saying, ‘What should I do?’

“...Aren’t you surprised?”

“What are you surprised about?” I smiled and shook my head.

“I’m not stupid and guess I didn’t notice this?”

“How?”

“Isn’t it strange that you don’t know when you’re stuck around all day?”

Ellen, with a shocked expression, asked in a low voice.

“Then... why didn’t you tell me when you knew?”

“I thought there was a reason.”

I shrugged.

“I can guess why.”

“...you guessed it?”

“huh. Don’t you want to be hugged by me?”

The face facing me turned red. Ellen groped, clutching her forehead.

“No, I didn’t hide it from the beginning. My legs hurt from trying to walk, so I needed time to adjust.”

“Ellen.”

“How about Manado?”

“If you want a hug, just tell me. I will give you a hug.”

The nape of her neck and even her ears turned red, Ellen blinked like a goldfish before closing her mouth. Then he bit his lower lip hard.

“Are you pretending to be an adult again?”

“......huh?”

“I have something for you.”

Cough!

Ellen shoved the wad lying on her thigh and took her place. He glared at me and wrapped his arms around my neck.

“You owe me.”

“...What debt?”

“You saved my life from the rift.”

“Hey, there’s nothing between us other than debt.”

As I frowned, Ellen shook her head and insisted.

“I hate it, I have to pay for it.”

Ellen took a couple of deep breaths and came over to me. His blue eyes closed, and his white face approached with pink lips.

The smell of flesh and lime dulled my senses. Her hair, dyed in the light of the candles, wrapped around her body. Blood out of control made my heart run wild.

...Uh, this shouldn’t be the case. It’s really dangerous.

While I was frozen like an idiot, a soft touch touched my lips.

There seemed to be a loud bell ringing somewhere. It felt like I was struck by lightning. It’s ridiculous. How old am I

?

“Whoa. Ellen took a few steps back.

The guy wiped his lips with a trembling hand and made an expression that he couldn’t tell if he was laughing or crying.

uh is this the end?