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

“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!