My Demons - Chapter 188



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My Villains Episode 188

interlude. daughter of salvation

In a dark and cozy tent, a woman is sleeping on a bed made of furs and blankets.

He was taller than most men and had pale bronze skin. She was a type of beauty rarely found in the kingdom.

Huuuung-

A cold wind blew across the wasteland at dawn. The heavy tent flapped, covered in dew.

Was it because the sound was loud?

The woman, who had been sleeping as if she would never wake up, suddenly twitched her eyelids.

“eww ”

The amber eyes blinked for a while and wandered unfocused in the darkness. The woman, her gaze becoming a little clearer, groped the bedside with her weak hands.

My head felt heavy and my eyes were strained. Because of her dulled senses, she was unable to grab the pot filled with water.

Water and pieces of pottery splashed in all directions along with a ‘clunk’ sound.

Perhaps attracted by the sound, the entrance to the tent burst open and two men rushed in.

“miss!”

The person who shouted that was a middle-aged man.

A red bandana wrapped around his forehead and several bronze bracelets on both wrists. It was the attire of a Nudein warrior.

While the woman blinked blankly, the middle-aged warrior turned his head towards the young warriors who followed. Then he snatched the lantern that one of them was holding and gave an order.

“You bring Agos. “You tell Asun that the lady has woken up!”

As the two warriors hurriedly left the tent, the middle-aged warrior approached the woman and knelt down.

“Miss, are you awake?”

“… … Rubio.”

The woman slowly raised her upper body and opened her dry lips. A voice with a deep voice.

“Water, give me some water first.” She took the leather water bottle that Rubio handed her and drank the water straight away.

The water skin made of goat leather had a unique acrid smell, but to the woman, it felt sweeter than thick burnt honey water.

“Whoa.”

The woman, who cleared her throat and scratched her lips, asked the warrior Rubio.

“Where am I?”

“Rest assured, lady. “It is the clan’s camp territory.” The lamp that Rubio placed on the floor colored the woman’s eyes a reddish golden light.

The gaze turned to the outside of the tent.

It was a land full of black stones and crumbled sand, with no yellow soil or green grass.

The middle-aged warrior who noticed the gaze added his words.

“This is the ‘Unreido’ region.”

“… … Unredo. “You came to the west.”

“yes. “We had to get out of Marva as quickly as possible.”

The woman wiped her face. Then something caught her finger and she fumbled for it.

“O U9”

There was a headband wrapped around her forehead. She was made of tough leather on chains, and there was something like a jewel embedded in the center of her forehead.

“It is a suppression tool created by the elders working together.”

“Inhibition?”

“yes. They say it prevents the void passage from running away. Even without accompanying the elder.”

Long fingers carefully traced the restraints.

“How much time has passed?”

“… … “You woke up after three weeks.”

“… … 3 major? “Not three days?”

“yes. “It’s three weeks, ma’am.”

” oh my god.”

Rubio explained to the woman, who opened her mouth slightly, what had happened three weeks ago.

The war ended in defeat, with himself barely saved by Agoth, Doyle hanged, and the clan briefly fleeing west.

The woman looked down at her hair as she listened to the series of stories.

Her gray hair, which was reminiscent of burnt ashes, was now tinged with a light purple color. The passage of emptiness through her pineal gland affected her body.

Just as she was looking down at her hair with a subtle gaze, several dozen warriors arrived at the tent, accompanied by the sound of busy feet.

“Lady Atilia!”

“Agos.”

Agos, a middle-aged man standing at the head of the warriors, knelt down next to Rubio and spread his palms toward the ceiling.

“Father Lord, I thank you for this grace. Oh, girl. “I’m really glad.”

Not only Agos but also the other men looked thrilled.

The warriors were all people who acted as the woman’s uncles or older brothers. While the warriors were sharing the happy news with the woman, another warrior entered the tent.

“Lady, the clan leader is calling you.” “… … “The clan leader?”

“yes. “You must go to Asun right now.”

The warrior Agos frowned at those words.

“You woke up after three weeks, so you’re calling me without even having time to recuperate?”

“As you know, Agos, the sanctification of the elders was so strong… …

When the young warrior mentioned the elders, Agoth tskled and then closed his mouth.

The woman, who got up with the support of the warriors, stumbled for a moment and then stood alone.

“… … “Tell them I’m leaving now.”

“Yes, miss.”

Rubio, a middle-aged warrior, looked at the woman with sad eyes, then pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around her.

“It’s already October, lady. “Autumn in Unlay Province is as cold as winter in Savon.”

“Thank you, Rubio.”

It was around dawn when the woman came out of the tent, wearing a rough cloak.

She puffed out her chest and took in a breath of cold air. She looked up at her stomach, enjoying the air and the cooling sensation in her lungs.

The dawn sky was beautiful above the black silhouette of the huge mountain range. Several clouds were flowing in the dark blue sky. Some were shaded black, but most were pink and waved beautifully.

While the woman stood blankly, her eyes and heart filled with the dawn sky, the camp of the Al Qadari clan woke up with a buzz.

“You’re awake.”

“Father, the Lord took care of me.”

“Sister Atilia-”

A one-armed middle-aged man, a blind old man, a woman who lost her husband, a child, a naked man and a skinny girl… … .

They were not warriors, merchants, thieves, or sorcerers.

The woman smiled broadly, knowing full well that the powerless were looking into the future through her.

As she walked, she exchanged brief greetings with those around her.

“It’s been a while, everyone.”

“Oh, girl.”

“It’s windy. Please enter the tent. “You guys too.”

Despite her slightly pale face, the woman’s smile was still healthy and beautiful. Thanks to this, her clan members were also able to smile.

The warriors, including Rubio and Agos, naturally followed the woman. When they had passed about ten or four tents, the woman and her warriors stopped.

It was in front of Asun, a large and colorful tent with a round decoration on the top and red badges on each side.

“miss.”

Just as the woman was about to kneel, the warrior Agos spoke. Suddenly, an expressionless face turned towards him.

“I forgot something.”

“Did you forget something?”

“… … Lord Phoenics left a message.”

“Nix, go’?”

The woman’s golden eyes fluttered for a moment.

“Which, what do you mean?”

“He said,”

Agos overcame a brief hesitation and continued speaking.

“He said he believed that one day he would be reunited with you once he was free.”

“… … Is that the end?”

“yes.”

The woman closed her eyes and pondered those words.

“… … I believe we will meet again. I, who regained my freedom, someday… …

For a moment, she smiled and nodded.

When the warriors withdrew, the woman knelt in front of Asun.

“Al-Qadari’s daughter Atilia asks to join Asun.”

Hares Kith, the holy warrior, lifted the light green cloth, and she entered the tent with kneeling steps. Then she bowed her head before the heads of the al-Qadari clan.

“It’s an honor to be in Asun.”

“Oh, Atilia.”

The grizzled middle-aged man sitting on the silk cushion in the center quickly stood up and hugged the woman.

“You’re awake. “I was really worried.”

Jiamo, the middle-aged clan leader, patted her on the back, stroked her hair, and asked if she felt any pain or discomfort. The woman shook her head with an awkward expression.

“Yes, thank goodness. “I’m so glad.”

The elders followed him and offered good words one by one. Without realizing it, the woman’s heart became warm and she burst into laughter.

‘What makes me any different from a dog that I still try to wag my tail after being treated like that?’

As if to echo that thought, clan leader Jiamo ended the small talk and got to the point.

“A great opportunity has come for the clan, Atilia.”

“… … “If you say it’s an opportunity.”

“Count Tristan and Doyle’s suggestions were also made by Count Clarissa.”

As the woman looked confused, the hook-nosed old woman sitting to Jia Mo’s right frowned.

“Tsk. That, that stupid thing. Are you saying you just forgot? “I mean the manor, the manor.”

“… … manor? By any chance, do you mean ‘Gluttish’?”

Asun’s mood heated up a little at her words.

“Yes, Gluttersher. It’s a very fertile manor half a day’s drive from Multingham… …

As the old woman trailed off, her eyes colored with greed, Jiamo shook her head and continued speaking.

“okay. “The Countess, who is the new owner of Marva, is giving the manor.”

“Then the price is… …

“A little service.”

Jiamo noticed the anxiety on the woman’s face and smiled as if telling her not to worry.

“The Count wants you to work for the Mullin family, Atilia. “I was intrigued after hearing about your performance in blowing down the gates of Longville.”

Then, yes, the woman swallowed her accusation and opened her mouth.

“What should I do?”

“That hasn’t been decided yet.”

“… … “Then I will rest until you command me.”

“No, you don’t need to.”

Jiamo continued speaking, still smiling.

“Try to leave immediately, even tomorrow. “The sooner you meet the Count, the sooner our clan will be able to take over Gluttershire.”

The woman bowed her head and sighed. The fluffy fur of her carpet hooked, and she shook.

At that time, she heard something she had never thought of.

“Ten years is not a very long time, Atilia.”

“••••••yes?”

“You don’t really know because you’ve only lived a short period of time. But for me and the other elders, 10 years,”

“What do you mean, 10 years?”

Looking at the woman’s embarrassed face, Jiamo said, “Ah,” and raised one eyebrow.

“I forgot the most important thing.”

“It looks like the clan leader is old too.”

“Huh, I guess so. I thought it was still corrected… …

The clan chief looked at the elders and smiled faintly before continuing his explanation.

To sum it up without all the jokes and chatter – Count Clarissa admired the woman’s abilities and wanted to take her under his command, and decided to give the Al-Qadari clan a gluttony on the condition that she serve for 10 years.

“10 years••••••

The woman was at a loss for words. This is her door at a time when she is only 23 years old and the past 10 years have seemed distant to her.

“This wouldn’t have been possible if the elders hadn’t developed the suppressor you’re wearing now.”

“… … “What do you mean by that?”

“Isn’t it very dangerous to take a child as powerful as you under your command?”

Saying so, clan leader Jiamo took out a stick from behind the cushion. It was a short wand with a dark green gem on the tip.

“This is a companion item to that suppressor. “I was able to complete it thanks to a lot of luck.”

As the wand pointed at herself, the woman unconsciously fumbled with the headband, or rather, restraint, on her forehead.

“Like a pendant, it has the ability to control you, no, to help you when you can’t control your powers.”

A woman’s strength is based on mental strength. So, when her mental power dispersed, the vision and void power she wielded also dispersed.

So, the clan chiefs and elders would use the ‘gold pendant’ to inflict pain on the woman, dissipating her mental power… … .

“The difference from the pendant is that even people who know nothing about clan magic can use this wand.”

Clan leader Jiamo gave a kind smile and words of comfort to the woman, who was shaking her clenched fist.

“Don’t worry. “The new earl is faithful and gentle, so even if he gets this wand, he won’t treat you badly.”

“But no matter what, I am a heretic to him. “If you give me something like that,”

“Uh huh, do you think the Count will accept the deal without these basic safety measures? “Don’t say anything else.”

“This is no different from selling me into slavery. “Why do you have to buy something like this-”

Before speaking, the woman noticed something and opened her mouth with a shocked expression.

“… … “It’s not like the Count suggested it first.”

As Jiamo twitched his eyebrows and closed his mouth, the elders clicked their tongues and said one word at a time.

“I make a lot of mistakes with my words these days.”

“That’s how many times I told you to be careful.”

Jia Mo’s face turned red with anger as he scoffed. He made a groaning sound and then yelled at the woman.

“This was decided after careful consideration with the elders here! “Katabuta, don’t pout and go away!”

“But, clan chief, no, father!”

“Uh-huh! “Go away!”

As he shouted, the wand he was holding flashed brightly. Then the woman who was approaching him on her knees screamed and fell in front of her.

“Off,”

“Go quickly! Go and get ready to go to Multingham!”

“Ugh, this is not this. Father, please-”

As the woman trembled with pain, the hook-nosed old woman spoke with a stern expression.

“Go away, Atilia. “Isn’t it because of you that your consciousness is delayed?”

“… … Consciousness?”

“Yes, consciousness! A sacred ceremony to elect an elder!” The woman shook her head to shake off her pain and looked around her.

“Dell Auto and Maurio were watching your back, but they all went away screaming! “You haven’t forgotten, right?”

Originally, the Asun, the head of the clan, consisted of one clan chief and seven elders.

However, two of the elders were killed by an assassin, so now only five elders are sitting in Asun.

“Wow, the sun will rise soon.”

“Do you want to be dragged away by the Hares Kisses, Atilia?”

Looking back at the clan leader and the five elders, the woman trembled as if she had been struck by lightning.

‘Become stronger. Kill six. She becomes the daughter of salvation. Then, I will be free.’

Following realization, the woman remembered a man.

I thought of rough yet gentle touches, hot and captivating breath, and a firm yet warm embrace.

“ha.”

Yes, it was now.

It’s time to answer the call of fate, time to live up to Phoenix’s faith… … .

It was right now.

The golden eyes glowed even brighter. The woman smiled faintly and opened her mouth.

“Kill six.”

She muttered that and slowly got up.

The clan leader, who sensed something was wrong, raised his wand, but the woman raised her hand and immediately removed the restraining device and shackles.

“Ah, Atilia-! “What are you doing?”

As soon as the inhibition sphere was released, the power of void surged through the pineal gland.

The shine flowing through the hair, the glow from the eyes, the third eye opening on the forehead…

“Stop it!”

The elders hastily took out a gold pendant. The dark green gem glowed with a muttered spell, and Atilia screamed in pain.

“Kyaaaaa—!”

It was a strangely pitched scream.

Normally, the pain would have caused her to faint immediately, but the woman eventually came to her senses. Anger at Asun, the exhilaration of the prophecy coming true, the longing for a free life, and the desire to embrace Phoenics supported her spirit.

“Oh, oh oh, Father Lord-”

Clan leader Jiamo took out his pendant with trembling hands. But before his pendant could emit light, purple tendrils sprouted from her woman’s cervical spine.

The six spears of Void that stretched out like that instantly pierced one middle-aged man and five elderly people.

“Kwaaaak!”

“Artil, Atilia, save me-”

The Void Spears rotated wildly.

The six bodies turned into twelve lumps of flesh, and the screaming, moaning, and pleading stopped.

“Protect Asun!”

“It’s treason!”

The Hareskis ran into the tent, screaming.

Atilia, who had killed all the clan leaders and elders and was standing there blankly, rose into the air with a radiance in her eyes.

Void spears swept and scraped in all directions at random. The red curtains became rags, and the thick pillars broke and fell.

Hares Kiss escaped from the collapsed Asun and looked up at the woman.

She was floating in the air, wriggling her six tentacles. Asun’s sacred warriors drew their curved swords and pointed them at her woman, screaming at her.

“It’s treason!”

“Atilia killed the clan chief and elders!”

The uproar didn’t last long.

This is because the Void Spears were struck by the Hares Kisses.

Phew!

The woman’s spirit was heightened by an insidious sense of accomplishment and dizzying sense of liberation. The purple tentacles penetrated the thick scale armor with great ease.

“Kuhuh,”

“Off, half, translator-”

Fifteen Hares Kisses were pierced through the shoulders or thighs and fell to the floor. Even as they crawled on the ground, they did not hide their hostility toward the woman.

Looking at the collapsed Asun and the blood-pollinated Hares Kisses, the warriors, including Agos and Rubio, looked shocked.

“miss-”

“What is this?”

The woman, who was slowly descending to the ground, stopped her descent with about a couple of spans left to reach the bottom.

She was still glowing from her three eyes, and her six tentacles were wriggling menacingly.

Al-Qadari’s clan members, who came outside due to the sudden commotion, trembled in fear at the sight.

In a situation where no one dared to open his mouth, the warrior Agos gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

“Miss, what on earth are you doing?”

The woman quietly looked down at Agos.

She looked a little dazed. My mind was distracted as I was trying to control the power of emptiness welling up from my pineal body. So she answered Agos’ question in a slightly different manner than usual.

“Asun was eliminated.”

“… … Lady Atilia?”

“I am not Atilia.”

The woman remembered a name.

The name I hid deep in my heart after hearing it from my mother.

A name that a man arbitrarily took out and embraced.

“My name is Atalanta.”

Just then, the sun appeared in the east. The dawn that colored the sky illuminated the woman. A strange shadow was carved on the wasteland.

“He is the one who will save you.”

Was he overwhelmed by the power Atalanta showed? Or did he guess that a prophecy he had heard about would come true?

Not only ordinary clan members but even brave warriors and wise shamans could not breathe.

Agos forced his stiff jaw to move and spoke.

“Uh, did you say you would save us?”

“That is the prophecy, that is my destiny.”

Agos recalled someone he saw 23 years ago. A man who was the father of Atalanta and the son of God.

He knelt down and bowed his head.

“… … Daughter of salvation.” The warriors fell down after him. The clan members bowed down following the warriors.

“Daughter of salvation-”

Centering on the collapsed Asun, temples spread out in all directions like waves.

Atalanta wasn’t looking at people. She was looking at the rising sun, no, toward the east.

Warrior Rubio asked Atalanta, who was floating in silence for a while.

“Where will you lead us? Is it east?”

Now that most of my mental power was focused on the channel of emptiness, suppressing my cravings and desires was usually not difficult.

“••••••no.”

But Atalanta did it.

This is because she knew very well that in order to truly achieve what she wanted, the completion of the prophecy had to take priority.

The savior of the prophecy looked down on Rubio and the Al Kadari clan.

“To the west. “We are going west.”