My Demons - Chapter 140



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My Villains Episode 140

37. Baroness’s Request (1)

A late summer campus unfolded in front of the subway exit. The brick flower bed on the left and the terrace on the right were very unfamiliar and cozy.

“Oppa Seungsu?”

The white tee, pink tennis skirt, long straight hair, and red lips attract attention.

“who are you?”

“It’s Soha. Soha Jeong, Department of English Literature.”

… … Who is it? It’s a strange face that I don’t remember.

“Excuse me, have we ever met?”

“At the freshman workshop the year before last. “You were in charge of planning.”

Newbie workshop? theater? Wild grass?

“… … Eulmai Sons?”

“yes. “It was Lydia.”

Nonsense. Did he say that his parents were ugly back then? This beauty?

“very… … . “You’ve changed.”

Life flowed from his expressionless face.

“You’re heading east, right?”

“Uh, yes.”

“let’s go together. Please speak comfortably.”

“Well, really?”

I shook off the awkwardness and opened my mouth.

“Are you on your way to the East too?”

“yes. “I’m directing this time.”

“… … Production? Oh, you must be in third grade.”

“yes.”

This time she opened her mouth.

“You were discharged in June, right?”

“huh.”

“You must have had a hard time.”

“… … “You must be close with Heewon?”

“not too bad.”

By the time we passed the small theater, fall had entered full swing.

“You just can’t do that. “The directing and planning must be close for the play to run properly.”

“I know, it’s not working. Heewon and I… …

A strong scent passed my nose. It’s the same metal that was often used in Middle World.

“Will we ever meet again? With Heewon?”

“No, that’s not it.”

Black eyes looked up at me.

“thank god.”

“why?”

She smiled for the first time.

It was a smile that seemed to be wearing a mask.

“You know.”

Sticky and slapping.

She turned to me while holding the doorknob of the club room.

“What will I do?”

The iron door rattled violently.

Clink, the world fell into pieces.

It was a dark night.

A young woman was sitting alone in a dark clearing behind the mountain cabin. She was sharpening a knife.

A fist-sized whetstone slid along the tilted long sword. Like a drummer hitting a drum, the cheerful sound of metal had its own rhythm.

The woman raised her long sword. Her single eye flickered quietly as she examined her blade. Her moonlit eyes turned a dark blue.

“Hmm.”

The woman’s brow furrowed as if something was bothering her. She scooped up water from the bucket next to her and sprinkled it on her long sword.

The sound of metal continued again. The woman wrestled with the blade for a while before putting down the whetstone.

“… “good.”

Holding a rough rag, she cleaned her long sword and hummed. She was about to dry off her blade with a dry towel.

“You clean it really hard.”

The woman who looked back almost screamed. Because just six or seven steps behind her, there was a huge figure standing tall.

A cold-looking handsome man with thick eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and sharp eyes. It was Phoenix.

The woman sharpening the knife, swordsman Simos, swallowed dry saliva and lowered her head.

“Nari, for some reason.”

“Give it to me.”

“••••••yes?”

He is unusually tall, with wide shoulders, tight forearms, and thick thighs. It is the body of a warrior that is naturally intimidating.

Poynix, who had such a body, was waving his hands.

“Give me the knife. “Let’s take a look.” Simos handed over his long sword without saying a word. Phoenics swung his sword with only a movement of his wrist, and then nodded his head.

“Good. Light and sharp.”

Phoenix silently admired the silver blade bathed in moonlight.

“Where did you get it?”

“This is something I received from my teacher.”

“Master? “What kind of teacher?”

Phoenix was wearing a neat tunic, leather pants, and boots that reached below the knees. He was wearing a belt that seemed to be made of snake scales, and he was carrying a long sword.

“He taught me many things, including swordsmanship, and he even passed away his sword.”

“Various things.”

The hair, clothes, and even the sheath of the sword were all black. The same was true for the two eyes looking down at Simos.

“Even magic?”

“… … yes.” “I guess he was also a magic swordsman?”

“yes.”

After escaping from the crack, Poynix had a strange atmosphere. A strange presence that is both aristocratic and barbaric.

“It doesn’t seem like you’re using a medium when you cast the spell. “So are you also some kind of sorcerer?”

“That is to say, yes.”

“The only spells you know how to use are the lightning series?”

“yes. “At least there are only a few.”

Phoenics, who swung the long sword several times, soon seemed to have lost interest and returned the sword to Simos.

“Why are you sharpening your knife this late at night?”

“Because I can’t sleep.”

“Can’t you sleep?”

Simos answered, scratching his eye patched eyes.

“It’s quite sore here. “I paid a lot of money to a monk for treatment, but it didn’t help much.”

“I’m sorry. “If you don’t have enough money for treatment, I’ll cover it.”

“no. “It’s okay, Nari.”

Simos was willing to accept money, but this time he just waved his hand away. This is because they are reluctant to use Phoenix.

The power to kill the troll alone was also shocking. But what was truly terrifying was his vitality.

Wasn’t he completely resurrected in half a day after being completely sick? If you don’t feel uncomfortable, it’s actually strange.

Moreover, Poynix was not her usual cheerful self. Phoenix, which melted into the gloomy night, gave off a somewhat creepy atmosphere. Simos felt like her nerves were being eaten away and he wanted to leave her as soon as possible.

Poynix smiled, as if he knew what Simos was thinking.

“thank god.”

“yes?”

“Your life was saved because you lost your eye.”

“… … “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Phoenix just laughed quietly. Simos swallowed dry saliva and began to straighten his place.

“Let’s just go in now, Nari. “I feel like I’m going to fall asleep soon.” The twitching lips coldly spit out the words.

” sit down.”

“yes?”

“Sit down. “Please talk to me for a moment.”

Simos hesitated for a moment due to the strange force, but then put his hips back together. After her uncomfortable silence, Simos barely opened her mouth.

“… … Why are you with me? “This night.”

” me?”

Poynix scratched his eyebrows.

“It’s just that something strange happened.”

“Something strange?”

Simos glanced up at the mountain cabin.

“Is it because of Ellen?”

“… … Why do you think so?”

“You lost your magic, right?”

“okay. “It’s temporary, but I lost my magic.”

Phoenix’s smile faded into laughter. Simos instinctively held his breath.

“I can’t resist even if you try to modify it.”

“Not enough.”

“… … Nari, that’s it.”

“why? “That’s right.”

Simos tensed his chin for a moment.

“If you’re talking about the incident at the crack, then I, too,”

“I’m not blaming you.”

Poynix, who placed his hand on Permal, continued.

“Because you paid the price.”

“If it’s a price.”

“I told you earlier. Thanks to losing my eyes

“It saved my life.”

Simos, realizing the meaning of those words, took a short breath. she asked, moistening her lips.

“Then, how did Ethan…” …

“He’s a kid, so some simple discipline will be enough. Utequai will take care of it.”

Simos unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. It’s funny that people feel that barbarian warriors are better than knights.

“It’s too early to feel relieved.”

“yes? “What is that?”

“I have one more reason to kill you. Blue-haired Moses.”

Simos, no, Moses stiffened. She faked her composure and smiled.

“under. “What are you talking about now, the blue-haired one?”

“Don’t be a rip-off. “Because my eyes can’t deceive me.”

Moses’ face turned pale at Phoenix’s growl.

“… … “What do you want?” “I’d like to hear your story first.”

Phoenics squatted down in front of Moses. Looking at the frozen frog, the snake opened its mouth.

“Why did you come here?”

‘Mosis the Blue-Haired’ was one of several random names owned by robber baron Alvy Anne.

Those in a similar position include ‘Haklio the Rainy Ogre’, ‘Greer the Beast’, and ‘Ulic the Half-Orc’.

The reason I recognized Moses’ identity was because of his characteristics.

Low-level lightning-type spells, hair that turns blue every time you use it, and a magic equipment that is permanently dropped, the ‘silver-stained long sword’… … .

I’m surprised that I’ve finally figured out these clues.

“… … therefore.”

I sighed and continued.

“I almost died after being stabbed in the back by my subordinates, but I survived after meeting Siren and the others? by chance?”

“yes. “If Siren hadn’t given me the potion, I would have died.”

“So, you’re joining that group to repay the favor?

“yes.”

I quietly looked down at Moses and pulled out the dagger from my waist.

“This bitch just sat there talking nonsense.”

“Really, really!”

When Moses tried to get up, I kicked her in the stomach.

“Black,”

“Let’s see if you still say that even after your fingernails and toenails are all pulled out.”

He stuffed the rag that was rolling on the floor into Moses’ mouth. Then, he lifted two nails from his left hand one after another and threw them away.

“Keuuuuuuu!”

Moses jumped around like a fish pierced by a harpoon. But my knees were pressing down on her chest and forearms, so she couldn’t resist.

I whispered, clenching my blood-covered left hand tightly.

“If you keep glowing, I’ll draw two more.”

“三 O 三 OO —” –, ———-■

Moses groaned and swallowed the pain. I took the cloth out of her mouth and asked the question again.

“Why did you come here?”

“Huh, huh. Albianne, Albianne told me to go here.”

“He said that a *sigh* messenger from the dark world would be nearby. At that moment, Ren and *sigh* Xanabas were also heading towards Mt. Graduil.”

“for a moment. A messenger from the dark world? Dark World?”

“yes yes. “To Albianne, it was *sigh* the messenger who gave the order.”

I suddenly thought of a scenario.

In the game, Robber Baron Albianne was the third pick in Chapter 3.

So, the original scenario was to drive out the magic bandits who had settled in Longville and then kill Albianne, who occupied the manor.

… … Yes, in that scene, the ‘Herald of the Dark World’ appears for the first time and turns Albianne into a powerful monster. I remember that event clearly.

“So, you followed Albianne’s orders even after he died? “Are you some kind of knight?”

“It wasn’t just because of Albianne. They say you can receive a huge reward if you just deliver the news to those messengers… … “What reward?” Moses shook his head, sweating profusely.

“I don’t know exactly. It’s just that, from the way Albian used to say things, she could have guessed that it was something special, ugh, ugh!”

Moses, with his rag in his mouth, struggled desperately. Even after removing two of her fingernails and ten more of her toenails, her answer was the same.

… … Suddenly I feel uncomfortable.

Coercing, threatening, and torturing others felt as easy and natural as doing minor paperwork.

Is this an aspect of Phoenix?

Could a twenty-one-year-old knight be this cruel?

“H o •H■ O Ugh ” —————-9 —————- ‘ I •

I squatted down in front of Moses, who was sobbing in pain.

“Mosis.”

“Huh, huh.”

Moses fell face down on the floor and could only breathe.

Sigh.

I got so annoyed that I wrapped her long hair around my hand a couple of times and pulled it up.

“Mo, Sis.”

“Keueuuuuu.”

“Answer me.”

The single eye facing me was colored with fear. A completely collapsed face.

“Eh, uh, yes…” …

“You have three options.”

I wet my lips and spoke quickly.

“First option. My head is cut off here and now. Second option. “After being thrown around, he hangs himself.”

“… … “Ugh,”

Moses just dropped his chin and made no reply. It’s a natural reaction. You don’t want to die.

“The third and final option. “Make a contract with me.”

“… … Ah, contract, contract, huh?”

“okay.”

I smiled and raised my hand. The blood that came out of Moses’ body tangled in the air.

“It’s a contract made in blood.” Following the gesture of my hand, the blood drew a small pattern. The ominous inverted pentagram dripping with drops of blood was completed.

“Ah, ah.”

Despair filled Moses’ face. It’s the kind of pitiful expression she might make right before handing over her soul to the devil.

To meet her expectations, I showed a devilish smile.