Chapter 306

My Villains Episode 306

55. The Marquis of Eabon (5)

Between the cloister and the private room of the cathedral, a group of people hiding under the roof of the darkened window suddenly raised its head.

Surprised to find that she was half asleep, even for a moment, she stiffened and looked at the situation.

The old Marquis was making a fuss in front of Phoenix, Heila, his young wife and grandson. It was at that point that the kingdom’s famous knights and their nicknames were listed.

The trivial conversation continued as before. It seems that no one noticed her existence.

Mungchi, who had been listening quietly, let out a sigh of relief.

“

Following Chit’s relief, Moongchi pressed himself with a small tongue click. Dozing off while undercover was a mistake he could never have imagined when he was living as an assassin of the Martial Arts Association.

While examining the knights gathered at a table in one corner of the private room, Moongchi recalled the reason for making such an absurd mistake as if defending himself.

The answer came easily. The reason for this was the training time that had more than doubled in recent years.

After the battle with the undead army that took place 15 days and 3 days ago, Phoenix started teaching her swordsmanship. They had exchanged swords occasionally before, but this time it was much more serious.

Of course, Munchchi was not unfamiliar with swordsmanship. In some areas, for example, the quick sword for an ambush, he is rather close to a master.

However, what Phoenix has been teaching Mungchi recently is a so-called swordsmanship that subdues the enemy by clashing swords. This was a bit unfamiliar to the assassin, Mungchi, and thanks to this, she was practicing like a beginner.

To be honest, at first I was a bit skeptical about the Gyeoggeom.

Being neither a general nor a knight, she had no reason to cross swords with the enemy. Throwing a dagger or shooting a crossbow while widening the distance, hiding and then ambush is a familiar method.

In addition to not being able to understand the purpose, he did not say anything about the complaints that came together even during the grueling martial arts training. No, to be precise, I never had any complaints.

It was because of Phoenix.

He put his wooden swords together, corrected his posture, moved his feet, and treated her with a serious face that was rare to see. During the two or three hours of teaching swordsmanship, Phoenix focused all his attention on Mungchi.

The fact that the man she had a crush on focused entirely on herself filled her with happiness no matter what the time was filled with.

In fact, the contents that filled the time were also things that Munchchi liked very much. Phoenix values close combat and wrestling in sword fighting, so whenever they sparred, she would be soaked in his body odor.

If you focused on the warm touch and friendly voice while hogging Phoenix’s nerves, praise naturally followed. For Mungchi, training with Poi Nix was like a gift bag.

With enough cleverness and self-discipline, Mungchi had no intention of giving up this daily gift.

Mongchi, who was looking inside the private room, thinking about miscellaneous things, suddenly cast his eyes on the tall monster standing on the wall in the corner.

He was very skinny and wore a black cloak and hood, and the hem of the dark gray bandage could be seen under the shadow of the hood.

The suspicious-looking monster, no, the magician of the Marquis of Eavon, slowly raised his head toward the ceiling.

Unkunchi involuntarily stopped breathing. The new model melted into the darkness that hung over the small space under the roof of the window.

She raised the tension with a strange sensation. It was as if something invisible was squeezing it from all sides.

Instinctively, I realized that the monster was up to something.

It wasn’t horsepower.

The magical power emitted by the wizard generally gave the impression of squeezing space, but this time it was different. Also, if this was really magic, Heila sitting next to Phoenix over there would have noticed it right away.

Moongchi quickly shook his head.

Although he felt suspicious, he couldn’t just jump into the private room where a high-ranking aristocrat stayed and murder his subordinate. That was something that got Phoenix into trouble.

The atmosphere in the private room was not bad. A young woman named Fanabel laughed incessantly, and Phoenix and the little boy also laughed occasionally.

The monster slowly turned his head and looked around as if he did not move at first glance. It seems that he grabbed a piece of the assassin’s presence with a bizarre skill like a wizard.

If it hadn’t been for sleeping, this wouldn’t have happened, muttered to Mungchi, and soon made a decision.

Using the darkness as a stepping stone, she jumped and disappeared between the church fence and the sheer cliff.

“...okay. I will write well.” Contrary to the blunt answer, the round eyes were shining and pouring out light. He seems to be more pleased with the fact that Phoenix made it at his own request.

Utequai asked as Esson, secretly laughing, was sent to the training ground.

“Phoenix and Heila? Are you still at the cathedral?”

When Munchchi spread his armor and nodded, Utequai scratched his chin and asked the question again.

“Then why did you come alone and not with me?”

“The Marquis’ mage-”

Mungchi, who was about to answer inadvertently, shut his mouth and looked up at Utequai.

“Why do you ask me?”

“Didn’t you follow Phoenix?”

“I didn’t follow you.”

“O” n.

Utequai shrugged and continued.

“thank god.”

“......what?”

“I’m not saying it’s something to hide.”

Mungchi’s gaze became a little sharper, but he continued talking regardless.

“Watching is common in love, but too much of anything is bad.”

“...What are you talking about?”

“It’s not nice to have someone watching everything in your day. Even more so if you don’t want to.”

Moongchi pursed his lips in a slightly angry expression, but could not complete the words.

“Phoenix might be fine. Because I like you very much. Still, unpleasant is unpleasant. So,”

Utequai tried to tap her on the shoulder, but the mungchi slipped back a couple of steps to avoid the touch. Utequai raised an awkward hand, scratched his chin again, and turned away.

“Let’s go, training time.”

Mungchi ignored him and went into the house.

As usual, she took a quick look at the house.

After checking the warehouse to see if the equipment obtained from the previous battle is in good condition, I headed to Heila’s room. The door was locked, but it was easily opened with a sharp steel needle.

Heila’s room was warm, but there was no particular smell. If you sniffed with concentration, you could feel the faint scent of tea, the sweet smell of honey, and the faint scent of blood.

I followed the smell of blood to the blankets piled up next to the bed. There was one large egg there.

This mysterious thing that was once Phoenix’s favorite sword and turned into an egg was also a subject of interest to Munch.

In her opinion, it was unfair that Heila had this mysterious egg all to herself. However, Heila was the best person to manage eggs because Phoenix’s cousin was rich in knowledge related to various mysteries, including blood manipulation.

Even so, I wanted to leave a trace on it, even if it was a bunch of things related to Phoenix.

She took a small dagger from her waistband and cut her fingertips. He placed his finger, dripping with blood, on the egg. Like the wyvern’s, the scale-covered egg hurriedly sucked blood.

After feeding the blood for a while, Mungchi quietly put his ear to the egg. Despite my extremely sensitive hearing, I couldn’t hear anything.

Mungchi, who had been incubating eggs for some time, returned Heila’s room to its true form and left.

Next is Phoenix’s room.

Unlike Heila’s room, it was a place where Mungchi could freely leave traces, so she buried herself in a cozy blanket.

The familiar scent of roasted nuts made me fall asleep in just a couple of breaths.