My Demons - Chapter 187



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My Villains Episode 187

43. Struggle (7)

Baron Mallory is alive?

Ha, what kind of situation is this? … .

The Yeongjugwan we arrived at quickly and was extremely cluttered.

“… … “They said he was disguising himself as a merchant and revealed his identity at the gate.”

“I heard you came with mercenaries.”

“Why did you show up now… …

Passing by the whispering soldiers and busy maids, I stood in front of the hall with the large door wide open. Unlike the chaos outside, the hall was extremely quiet.

I walked slowly and looked around the hall.

The vassals of the Agnig family, including the heraldry Tollami and the steward Edita, were gathered on the left side of the hall. On the other side were heavily armed mercenaries with a tough look.

Then, as I was looking up at the seat of the ring cross on the low platform, I heard a noise coming from behind.

When I glanced back, it was Sir Langbold and Sir Ariad who appeared.

“There are three knights of Ulkar.”

I turned my head to follow the hoarse voice.

“Not anywhere else, but here in the Youngville of Longville.”

An old man, no, an old middle-aged man with cloudy eyes, gray hair, and a wrinkled face with an irritable expression. He was Baron Mallory.

He was wearing rough leather clothes, his right hand was bare below the knee, and his left hand had only a thumb and index finger attached. He must have been injured in the battle with Anupad.

“Okay.”

Baron Mallory sat on the throne, supported by Wen Janghan.

Daionea, who was originally standing there, took about four steps back with her left cheek stained red… … . While I was trying to calm my mind while looking into the dark green eyes, the old knight Sir Ariad took a step forward.

“It is an honor to meet you, Baron.”

“… … It’s an old viper. “We met before.”

“yes. “It already happened three years ago.”

Baron Mallory sneered as he fumbled with the armrest.

“okay. Even then, Prince Ulkar caused trouble. “Even though I was a prisoner, I could almost feel the bustling atmosphere of the royal capital.”

“… … “That happened.”

Sir Ariad smiled and slightly lowered his head.

“I sincerely congratulate you on your return, Baron. Longville has regained its true owner, so the Lord of Light must be taking care of it.”

… … What is that meaningless horse?

I glanced back at Sir Ariad, but the old knight was smiling, his face unchanged.

Baron Mallory, who was leaning his back against the backrest, was silent for a moment, then his lips twitched.

“If you’re thinking of buying favor by using your tongue, stop right now. “I already know that you have brought disaster upon Longville.”

“… … “Baron, what is that?”

Sir Ariad’s face hardened as he realized that the Baron’s old, hoarse voice was full of hostility. While he was choosing his words, Lord Langbolt opened his mouth with a slightly angry look on his face.

“We fought and risked our lives to protect the Baron’s territory. “But how can you say such a thing?” Baron Mallory replied with a deep wrinkle etched between his eyebrows.

“You also remember, the first knight of the Silver Prince.”

The gray-white, clouded eyes gave off a strange glow.

“Van and Whipston, Candalosa. “They were all excellent knights, but they lost their lives to your sword.”

Sir Langbolt tried to say something, but the Baron poured out his words without giving him a moment’s time.

“You risked your life to fight to protect my territory? under!” The Baron, who had been gradually raising his voice, began to yell like a madman.

“Hundreds of our citizens have died as a result of the fight you forced upon them! “The magnificent gateway that my ancestors laid on a rock long ago has become nothing more than a pile of stones!”

“Forcing a fight is absurd! We-”

“If it weren’t for you, my timid vassals would have dared to stand up to the great lord! I can’t believe my empty-handed wife would do such a ridiculous thing! Because of you, war and disaster have come to Longville!”

“Nonsense!”

As Sir Langbolt, whose face was red with anger, took a step forward, the mercenaries guarding the table below nervously placed their hands on their weapons.

“If we hadn’t fought, this territory would have already fallen into Doil’s hands!”

“Lord Langbolt!”

Sir Ariad tried to stop him, but Sir Langbolt did not budge and continued talking.

“In that situation, the Baron would have been able to regain the seat of lordship he returned from! “You’re lucky if you survive!”

“This is outrageous! “Is a mere knight trying to undermine the lord’s dignity!”

Baron Mallory stood up, banging on the armrest. For a moment he stumbled because one of his legs was missing, and then he leaned back on his chair and pointed a point at us.

“No need to say much! Isn’t there a place for you, the knights of Ulkar, to rest here?”

“Put it on, Baron! “We,” interrupted Lord Ariad, the Baron roared as if spitting out his own blood.

“As the lord of Longville, I command! “Get off my land right now!”

In an instant, the atmosphere in the hall became cold. In the silence, only Baron Mallory’s breathing continued, and no one spoke.

How long did the silence last? A familiar voice came from behind.

“Phoenix.”

I glanced back and saw Ute Kwai leaning against the doorpost with his arms crossed.

When I looked again, I saw fifteen mercenaries outside the hall with cold stares in their eyes. They were ready to jump into the hall at any moment, but they seemed unable to move because Utequai’s large size was blocking the passage.

“Act carefully.”

At Utekwai’s advice, I suddenly looked down. Before I knew it, my large, rough hands were gripping the handle of the Hrunting.

Well, what are you going to do?

Are you going to kill all the mercenaries here and cut off the Baron’s head?

Ha, that’s nonsense.

“… … Didn’t you hear the Baron’s orders? “Go away!”

It was an older man who yelled at me like that.

This is a guy I remember seeing while coming and going during the hunting festival. Did he say his name was Edwin? I don’t remember having a conversation, but somehow the voice sounds familiar. Now that I look at it, I think it resembles Baron Mallory… … .

A trickle of cold sweat ran down Edwin’s chin as I stared at him. His subordinates were also swallowing dry saliva with their eyes fixed on me.

I quietly turned my head.

Dionea was standing near the throne with a face that looked like she was about to burst into tears. Her drooping eyes were shaking pitifully, her hands clasped around his navel were shaking slightly, and her reddened left cheek was slightly swollen.

I took a step closer to her. At the same time,

“Stop right there!”

Chae-chaeng-!

Metal sounds erupted here and there.

As the mercenaries raised their weapons with Edwin’s shout, Sir Langbolt also drew his sword as if he had been waiting.

The mana fluctuated according to Ellen’s muttering, and before I knew it, the bundle of flesh on the crossbow retreated back without a sound.

I could see the courtyard through the window. Amias’ gang was confronting Edwin’s men.

“Lord Phoenix-”

My sensitive hearing caught the small scream that was whispered into my mouth. Daionea looked at me and quietly shook her head.

I stood there in silence and looked at Baron Mallory.

As his face turned white, I turned and left the hall.

“Come on, you’re a good boy.”

After petting the spotted cat that was purring and yelling a couple of times, I put up the saddle. Next, as I was putting on the reins, I heard Cole’s voice next to me.

“Mr. Poynix.”

Kol was holding the reins of the black war horse that Hayla was riding. He caught my gaze and glanced towards the entrance to the stable.

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Dionea was standing there.

Just like when we first met, she was wearing a neat head covering, a white kirtle with wide sleeves, and a light green tunic.

I handed the spotted reins to Cole.

“Go first.”

“… … Yes, I will load your luggage.”

As Cole left the stable with the two horses, Dionea, who had been standing aside for a moment, slowly approached.

“Why did you come out? “I don’t think the Baron will like it.”

Her face distorted strangely at the words filled with concern.

“Do you blame me?”

“… … “I feel resentment.” “Did you want me to reach out to you?”

When I closed my mouth, Dionea bit her lower lip.

“… … “I wanted to, I really wanted to, but I couldn’t.”

“Dionea.”

“I didn’t want to see blood. “I didn’t want to see you commit a sin.” I tried to smile.

“I understand.”

“… … I guess it was destined to be like this from the beginning. “Like a daisy, destined to bloom for one season and then be abandoned forever.”

“Dionea, no.”

As soon as I finished speaking, Dionea jumped into my arms. I hugged her and kissed her lips.

After the kiss continued for a while, Daionea staggered back. Then he untied the reins of the horse that was tied to one side of the stable and held them out to me.

“……This?”

“It’s ‘Heoad.’ “It means ‘spring breeze’ in northern English.”

It was a horse with brown fur with a red undertone. A famous horse with impressive long legs, lively muscles, and a rich mane.

“This is the horse I rode when I left Northernshire and came here. Please take me with you.”

“Dionea.”

“Please.”

The dark green eyes were watery. While I was looking at the movement, I suddenly remembered a story I saw on Earth.

“It’s not possible.”

He put Heoad’s reins back in her hands. Dionea whispered with a face that looked as if it would collapse at any moment.

“Lord Phoenix.”

“If I leave with this horse, Baron Lee will go crazy. “I don’t want that.”

“Please, please accept this.”

“no. “Please give me something else.”

“… … “What if it’s something else?” Just like the tall knight in the story did before the red widow, I pulled out a dagger from my belt.

Then he cut off a piece of hair from the back of his head and gave it to Dionea, and he cut off a piece of her hair and held it in his hand.

Dionea looked up at me blankly, holding her black hair.

“… … “Lord Phoenics.”

“This is enough.”

I smiled brightly as I held my red hair in my arms.

“One day, when the spring breeze blows and new flowers bloom.”

Dionea held my hair in both hands and shed tears.

“I will come back again.”

I wiped the tears flowing down her cheeks and kissed her briefly.

Numerous people gathered on both sides of the stone road extending from the Yeongjugwan.

They knew that the old lord had returned, so they did not dare to cheer. All they did was quietly pray with their eyes closed or throw three or four flowers in front of the road.

After a quiet but warm sendoff, we left Longville.

It was the last day of September, when fall was ripe.