Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 3

Episode 3. The guy I hate (2)

Yurian Kraiphart Frasson.

This crazy, cross-eyed character was always polite and never humble.

Rather, he is the owner of a strange ego who likes to show off.

Just looking at the interior of the mansion, it was full of gorgeous artwork, picture frames, and jewels.

Even the clothes she wore were quite flashy, as if to prove this.

When I opened the closet, it was filled with clothes in colors that hurt my eyes.

“Are you crazy? Are you…….”

It was hard to find clothes that were typical of my taste.

“……This one is a bit less noticeable.”

I took out the clothes that were okay and started putting them on.

A cobalt blue coat and a gray shirt. And black gloves.

Even the color combination that could easily be considered excessive was stylishly pulled off by 'Yurian'.

'Is this 8 heads tall…? No, is it 9 heads tall?'

Honestly, I have to admit what I have to admit.

This guy is handsome.

That too, huge.

Although, 'squint' felt sinister.

No, maybe it's just me who feels this way.

Anyway, I hate to admit it, but I was 'a little' better than the original me.

“Then shall we go out slowly…… Let’s go, let’s go! This is fu*king bullshit……”

After swearing loudly, I was about to go outside.

The wall near the entrance.

The sword hanging there caught my eye.

As befitting the character of 'Yurien', the scabbard had ornate patterns engraved here and there, but the handle was very simple.

In my memory, 'Yurien' was the worst of the worst, but he truly practiced swordsmanship.

“If it were Yurian, he wouldn’t do something stupid like leaving his sword behind and going outside. ……True. ……This is really fu*king true.”

slap.

After covering his mouth with his hand, which was automatically replaced with formal speech, he hung the sword hanging on the wall on his waist.

***

The face of the third son of the Kreifat family, Herand, who got into the carriage, was filled with worry and concern.

That's because the person riding in the carriage was 'Yurien'.

He belongs to the royal family's exclusive agency, 'Closed Eyes'.

It is an organization that secretly carries out missions given by the imperial family, but it also plays the role of the Imperial Guard, the Royal Guard.

That's why you have to be armed to join.

Of course, that force is not common.

It is a skill that can easily cut down demons or knights if you put your mind to it.

Of course, if that were all, I wouldn't have been this scared.

The Adratan Empire had many powerful people with great military power.

Herand has seen and met more than one or two of these people.

Still, there is one reason why people are afraid of Yulian.

‘… … That sword could be pointed at me too.’

Yurian swings his sword without hesitation at anyone who receives orders from the imperial family.

There is no conflict of interest there.

There are no human emotions or individual thoughts.

They kill just because it is the emperor's order.

As a result, there are more than a few drops of blood on the tip of Yurian's sword.

There were also many nobles who were considered the innermost of the empire.

'The mad dog of the royal family… …!'

Because of this, there were nobles who would tremble at the mere mention of the name ‘Yurien.’

There were many who wished for his death and cast curses on him.

Are you going to ride in a carriage with someone like that?

It really cannot be helped that it is a fearful thing.

“Brother Herand.”

As the uncomfortable silence continued, Yurian suddenly spoke up.

“Uh, yeah?”

“Where are you going?”

“Wh, what do you mean?”

“This is where the ‘Closed Eyes’ entrance test is being held.”

“Ah…… Ah, ahh!”

Herand, whose head was full of thoughts about why he was talking to her, finally came to his senses.

He answered with his lips quivering.

“Well, it will be held at the Bayer Academy parade grounds.”

“Bayer Academy…….”

“By the way, weren’t you a graduate of Bayer Academy?”

“Well, it’s a pretty old story, so not really…….”

Squeak, heeeeeelp!

As Yulian continued speaking, the carriage suddenly stopped and shook violently.

“……What’s going on!”

“I’m sorry! I, I’m sorry… The kids suddenly jumped out!”

The coachman responded to Herand's shouting with a resentful look on his face.

“The kids jumped out? Were the horses not hurt?”

“Yes, yes…….”

“Tsk… Are you guys so uneducated that you’d suddenly jump in front of a carriage?”

Herand clicked his tongue.

Like other nobles obsessed with the idea of being the chosen people, he did not like the commoners very much.

“Oh, what should I do, master?”

“What are you going to do? Get out of here right now…….”

Then the carriage door opened.

“Yurien?”

In Herand's eyes, Yurian was getting out of the carriage.

Still with an eerie smile on his face, he walked towards the carriage where the commotion had just occurred.

“Why, why are you doing that, Yurian?”

Yulian just leaves the carriage without saying a word despite Herand's question.

As he watched this, his eyes caught sight of a sword sheath hanging from his waist.

A gorgeous scabbard that reflects the owner's personality.

A thousand thoughts passed through Herand's head.

Yurian Kraiphart Frasson.

It's not for nothing that the imperial subjects call him 'the laughing executioner'.

He is an emotionless executioner.

He is a madman and a murderer who would even kill his own family if it was by royal command.

If you irritate him with even the smallest thing, you never know what might happen.

Maybe a commoner, and a child at that, would be killed just because he stopped the carriage.

'Still… … No way.'

The thought crossed his mind, but soon Herand hurriedly got out of the carriage.

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't think of any other reason for Yurian to get off the carriage in the current situation.

No matter what happens, you have to stop it.

No matter how noble a person is, if he or she carelessly kills a commoner, especially a child, it becomes a social problem.

Moreover, this will cause criticism not only to Yurian but also to the 'Cryphat family' to which he belongs.

Of course, Herand, who was at the scene, must also take responsibility.

Because they were dispatched to monitor Yurian and prepare for any accidents that might occur.

"glass……!"

His mouth became stiff as he called Yulian.

A situation I had never expected was unfolding before my eyes.

A boy and a girl, both about seven years old, were hugging each other, shaking with fear.

Yurian looked down at this with a knowing yet unknowing smile.

Up to this point, it's not a big problem.

The real problem is that Yurian's hand is on the sword at his waist.

If we leave it like this, a bloody war will break out.

'ah……!'

A good idea suddenly occurred to Herand, who shouted urgently.

“You fu*king bastards! Do you have no fear in stopping the nobleman’s carriage?”

“I’m, I’m sorry……!”

“Do you think you can just say sorry and get away with it? This is why commoners… are so desperate to die!”

Clean up before the devil takes action.

Herand pushed hard, shouting at the shivering children.

If you cut off the bell's justification, even Yurian won't be able to swing his sword easily.

Glance.

Herand looked at Yurian out of the corner of his eye.

He still had a smile on his face.

I just watched in silence.

'… … Are you asking me to do more here?!'

Is this not enough?

Just as Herand was about to hesitate, Yurian moved.

One hand still on the scabbard at his waist, a faint smile on his face.

In that case, we have no choice but to break this situation by force!

Of course, if he did something wrong, Yurian's wrath could be directed at him, but protecting the honor of his family was more important.

“Get out of here! You fu*king commoners!”

As he swung the stick in his hand and shouted, the frightened children ran away in a hurry.

This put an end to the situation for now.

But then, when he thought that the devil's wrath would be directed at him, a cold sweat ran down his back.

At that moment, Yurian opened his mouth.

“You didn’t have to chase me away so harshly.”

“……Um, I’m sorry. I don’t really like kids.”

“Is there really anything to be sorry about? Hehe.”

A creepy smile.

“That’s too bad, if you hadn’t hated me so much, you would have treated me better.”

Don't lie, you monster!

Herand clicked his tongue, but at the same time felt relieved.

Fortunately, I guess I won't have to endure Yurian's wrath.

As the two men got back into the carriage, the coachman started driving again.

An uncomfortable silence continued in the carriage, just as before.

Meanwhile, Herand thought about the situation from earlier.

'There were rumors that you lost your memory… … But judging from your actions a little while ago, it doesn't seem like that at all… … .'

Fortunately, it didn't actually happen.

Herand was convinced that if he had stayed still, the children would have died.

The hand that had been on the sword looked as if it was about to pull it out at any moment.

'Perhaps the rumor of him losing his memory… was spread intentionally by this guy?'

Perhaps he did it with the intention of taking advantage of this opportunity to eliminate his hidden political enemies.

Anyone would be suspicious of Yulian's actions so far.

As he thought about it, a chill ran down Herand's spine.

Because you might be being used as bait without even knowing it.

'What a, monstrous guy… … .'

I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

***

It's awkward.

He put his hand on the scabbard hanging on his waist to readjust its position.

No matter how much I think about it, I can't get used to the feel of this hard metal.

And every time I adjusted the position of my sword, I felt Herand's uncomfortable gaze.

'I guess you're scared.'

In a way, it's natural.

I'm riding in a carriage with 'Yurien', the self-proclaimed crazy guy in the game.

It's like being with an unarmed murderer, so you can't help but react sensitively to even the slightest movement.

'By the way, how can you be so rude to children? Even if you're scared, a noble is still a noble.'

I thought of the children who almost got hit by the carriage a little while ago.

When I recalled the sight of him running away in a panic at Herand's insistence, I felt a sense of pity.

I'm worried that you might be hurt somewhere.

'……huh?'

That was when.

I was lost in thought, staring blankly at Herand, when I saw a faint haze rising above his head.

“What is that?”

“What, what are you talking about…….”

Herand returned my question with a dumbfounded expression.

Judging by his reaction, I guess he did something.

'Is it only visible to my eyes?'

As I thought about that, the azalea flowers began to take on color.

Deep purple.

I watched closely and the emotions I felt from the color were directly transmitted to me.

That was a deep 'horror'.

▶ Characteristics, "Color of Injustice"

Rating: Special

▷ You are sensitive to negative emotions directed at you.

▷ When you have negative feelings, you can tell by the color.

I guess it's this guy.

Come to think of it, my 'Yurien' in the work was very good at capturing other people's emotions.

In particular, he was skilled at using other people's emotions to create an environment that was advantageous to him.

They also used 'fear' to incapacitate enemies without even fighting.

He also devised a strategy to use 'anger' to get his opponent to attack him first.

Perhaps it was possible because of this characteristic.

'It's okay.'

This could be useful.

“Yurien, you have arrived at Bayer Academy.”

“Already?”

I got off the carriage which had suddenly stopped.

I saw a huge site in front of me and magnificent buildings erected on it.

This is the Bayer Academy, an educational institution established by the Empire to cultivate talent.

Even though the reason I came here was not to visit the academy but to take the 'Closed Eyes' entrance exam, it was still a new feeling.

“When I actually saw it, it was amazing.”

“What, what did you say?”

“It’s nothing, brother. Hehe…….”

I couldn't help but laugh when I was able to see with my own eyes the spectacular view I had seen in the game.

For some reason, the 'purple haze' above Herand's head shook violently.