Chapter 218

My Villains Episode 218

46. Master of Dreams (8)

There is a saying that I must repeat once a day after entering Phoenix’s body.

-Reality is different from games.

Of course, ‘Is this really the Dark World?’ I don’t know if there’s a lot of meaning in reflecting on it because I get asked twelve times a day.

There were not one or two cases that proved that the world I fell into was different from the game I had encountered through the monitor and that it was constantly changing.

To name a few representative ones...

Killing ‘Robber Baron Alvianne’ in front of the gates of South Harbor, who should have taken over Longville by driving the bandits,

‘Underground Lord’ who was supposed to be quietly sleeping under the sewers The one-armed prince suddenly protruded and turned the dock into a mess The man who would become the slaughter king, Ulkar, who became a one-armed prince fighting an underground lord and was knighted by the one-armed prince After being gang-raped by Longville and the bandits, who were destined to become a den of

demons The fact that Dionea, who was destined to be caught in the castle gate, is safe...

.

At any rate, these changes usually made my adventures much riskier and more difficult. Compared to the game, the difficulty was literally a world wide difference.

But even so, this time I was expecting a little more.

The chapter boss, ‘Vampire Lord Tenbjerma’, was weakened by a series of events, so it was easy to kill, and he missed one of his three wives, but killed or captured the rest.

He struggled against the powerful sorcerer ‘Starmaker Sole Bar’. However, thanks to a stroke of luck, the spell thief was able to catch him without breaking a sweat.

I’m really sorry for the mercenaries who disappeared in the fog or Esanna who was torn to death by ‘Sand Druid Wunstead’, but if you think you’ve cleared Chapter 4 to this extent, you’ve practically eaten it raw.

That’s why I was thinking, ‘The twist in the scenario isn’t all that bad.’

“however.”

I let out a small sigh and brushed my bangs.

“Why is that fog still there?”

Spell thief Saitz shrugged his shoulders with an impudent face, as if it wasn’t burdensome to have the group’s eyes on him.

“I don’t know.”

For a moment, silence descended on the audience room in the basement. The one who broke the silence was Fritz the horsehair.

“But this bastard... is short?”

“......what?”

“If you don’t want your head to burst, speak politely, you juggler.”

Seeitz’s wrinkled face turned pale as Fritz growled in a grimace.

“Aren’t you talking? If I give you a few faces that look like shit, will you tell me then?”

...Seeing a guy who looks like a gangster bullying an old man burns the spirit of Confucianism in his heart.

However, it did not stop Fritz.

Saitsu has grown old rapidly because his lifespan was stolen from the Dream Manor, but inside he is in his 30s. In a word, it means fake old man.

As I silently crossed my arms, Saitsu immediately changed his expression and pursed his lips.

“I really don’t know. Even if you can roughly guess, the exact situation is” “Why don’t you know? You were occupying the dream estate, right?”

“Yes, but... that fog was not made by me in the first place.”

“Then who made it?”

“That’s a natural phenomenon. It is a phenomenon that occurred as this area became integrated with the world of dreams.”

what the heck is this again

He raised his helmet and scratched his head. Seeing the frustration in the action, Saitsu quickly explained.

“Not everyone has had a dream lately.”

“Whether it’s a good dream or a bad dream, you haven’t had a dream since you came into the mist.”

He’s ‘Right?’ I glanced over at the party with the gaze of

The mercenaries shook their heads with a confused or surprised face.

“...I guess that’s what I heard.”

“I thought you slept soundly without dreaming because you were so tired.”

“Have you ever slept soundly after coming here?”

Next to the mercenaries who roughly agreed, Wu Tequai also muttered “um” and nodded.

“right. I haven’t had a dream in days.”

“...so do i.”

‘Me too!’ and raised his hand.

Then my gaze naturally landed on Heila, and she blinked slowly and opened her mouth.

“I do not know. I don’t usually dream well.”

As soon as Heila finished speaking, Saitsu asked me a question.

“How about the bloody swordsman?”

“...Just call me Phoenix.”

“Ah anyway. It’s been a while since Lord Phoenix had a dream. right?”

“I don’t know. Because I don’t have many dreams either.”

I added, scratching my eyebrows.

“But most seem to agree. So what are you not dreaming of? What does that mean?”

“The reason you don’t dream is that you are already half-stepped in the Dream Manor. And it is extremely difficult for a person who has fallen into a dream to wake up on his own.”

“...so?”

“In a word, to get rid of the fog, you have to get rid of the Dream Mansion.”

Saitsu, who was eagerly explaining, looked back with a complicated gaze.

“In other words, that throne must be destroyed.”

A huge chair made of white material that seems to have been carved out of bone. The throne in the center of the throne room was the same as when I first saw it.

“...what’s that simple?”

The ponytail Fritz, who had his arms crossed, approached the chubby Esson with a prickly smile. Then, he swept away the polehammer that Esson had leaned on his shoulder.

“What are you-”

“What? I’m saying I’ll use my strength once, but do you have any complaints?”

Esson burst out laughing in embarrassment, but Fritz strode toward the throne without looking back.

...how familiar the scene.

It’s like a dwarf warrior walking towards the One Ring during a meeting.

“Huh-”

Fritz held the long pole hammer firmly with his rough grip and swung it like a thunderbolt

.

“Keep it!”

It bounced off due to an unknown repulsive force.

“A cursed vampire!”

It was Mibu Kelsenne in rags who was pointed out by Saitz.

“This is the year that Count Martianber has been by his side since he created that throne. As for the secrets of the throne, that vampire is probably the one who knows the best next to the Count.”

As my gaze turned to herself, Kelsenne opened her mouth with an expressionless face.

“It is true.”

“Look at it!”

Ignoring Saitz’s clapping hands, he asked Kelsenne.

“Then do you know how to claim the throne without killing the former master?”

“...i know.”

As I was about to smile, she spoke first.

“But why should I teach you that?”

The crossbowman Gidon, who was holding the rope, frowned and aimed the silver crossbow at Kelsene’s neck.

“What bullshit is this dirty bitch talking about!”

Even as Gidon threatened, she was looking at me with achromatic eyes.

“Part of the reason I guided you was the fear of pain, but also the hope of getting revenge.”

“......plural?”

“yes.”

The achromatic eyes turned to Saitsu with a subtle intent to kill.

“I had hope that I would be able to take revenge on the thief who forgot the favor and stabbed me in the back while I was hiding in my husband’s tent.”

“...however?”

“But the thief joined hands with you. Do you have any reason for me to help you?”

The atmosphere quickly turned grim.

Saits ran wild all the way, talking about the ‘cursed bitch’, and Gidon, with a cold smile, aimed at the nape of his white neck and put his finger on the trigger of the cross brain. The other mercenaries also looked at me with their hands on their weapons.

I stared at Kelsenne.

Unlike Saitz’s case, I didn’t feel any hostility in his eyes toward me. It didn’t look like someone who wanted to commit suicide, or a vampire’s eyes.

“Is there anything you want?”

“yes.”

“what?”

Kelsenne took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

“Please turn me back into a human.”

“......what?”

“Please turn me back into a human.”

At Kelsenne’s repeated words, everyone in the audience room made absurd expressions.

“Suddenly, what bullshit is that? Can a vampire become a human?”

“Impossible.”

“...are you kidding me?”

“Impossible, but with you it might be possible.”

Kelsene lowered her voice and whispered.

“Because you are a descendant of Blackwood.”

“With his power, he can heal my cursed blood.”

I could understand the meaning of her words in one breath. Kelsenne noticed that Blackwood was Zahak the Blood King, and therefore I was Zahak’s descendant.

“...How did know?”

“I am a vampire. My ears are very bright.”

Did you overhear my conversation with Alena? The distance was quite far...

“Do you really believe that if that’s Blackwood’s power, you can become a human?”

“Did you give me a few drops of blood some time ago?”

Kelsenne’s dry face drew a light smile.

“It was very powerful and intense. With just a few drops, the will to live welled up.”

At that moment, Ellen burst into laughter as if it were absurd.

“Are you hoping for something like that?”

“Desperate people find hope in the smallest clues.”

“It must be a desperate vampire.”

Ellen turned to me and continued.

“Returning a vampire into a human is fundamentally the same as resurrecting a dead person. You don’t believe that’s possible, do you?”

“...what, I can’t believe it.”

“Yeah, so.”

“But what does it matter? He believes so.”

“what?”

As Ellen narrowed her eyebrows, I turned to Kelsenne and shrugged.

“If you really believe that... I’ll see if there’s a way to fix you. Of course I can’t say for sure.”

“That is enough.”

“Then will you help me?”

“yes.”

Kelsenne nodded and turned to Saitz.

“First, we need the author’s blood.”

“blood?”

“That throne is an object made by a vampire. Anyone can guess that blood has a special meaning, right?”

“How much do you need?”

“One cup is enough.”

...blood.

Giving blood to a vampire sounds like giving bullets to an enemy with a gun.

After hesitating for a moment, I suddenly remembered the conversation I had with Alena, or the spirit that dwells in Alena, a while ago.

-The cursed man’s malice is leading you to the natural course.

At that time, the spirit looked back somewhere and I checked where that gaze was heading.

Yes, the spirit was watching Kelsenne.

After a brief hesitation, I nodded.