Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 104

Episode 104. The Blind Warrior

“What doesn’t seem right?”

Hesitating.

I asked Truale directly, who was trying to refuse my request.

“That… I guess it’s not a place that Sir Yurian would like.”

What on earth are you talking about?

“The lighting isn’t that bright, it’s gloomy… and it’s also full of barbarians that Lord Yurian hates so much.”

Yeah! I'm going to go see those savages.

To hone my skills even a little.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Still, at my words that it was okay, Tsuare's face hardened slightly.

It looks like you really want to refuse.

In general, I know the reason.

I don't think I'd like to watch the 'Mutugwan', or rather, go there at all.

Yurian is a member of the 'Closed Eyes'. That means it is an exclusive agency of the imperial family, and an executor who carries out their will.

'Many nobles also attend the martial arts show.'

Besides, although the martial arts hall itself is legal, most of what happens inside it is illegal.

If an imperial executor were to enter such a place, it would be extremely unpleasant, as if an intruder had entered their playground.

“I won’t bother you.”

“……This is already causing enough trouble.”

The voice gets quieter, but this time it comes out quite strong.

“This time, it won’t do. If you keep acting like this, I’ll have no choice but to come out stronger!”

Then I have no choice but to respond accordingly.

“Tualeh. I heard that there is a prison made of silver among the imperial prisons. Wouldn’t you like to go and take a look?”

As I spoke with a faint smile, a familiar color rose thickly above Tsuare's head.

“Uh, uh… right?”

As is the case in all media, the 'vampires' of this world also hate silver extremely.

In addition, you may get burned by sunlight.

It is also impossible to walk on running water.

“Do you really know all of the vampires’ weaknesses……?”

“Yes, I also know very well how that immortality can be lost.”

“Then…… you also know that if you drive a wooden stake into your heart, you will die……”

“Is that so? How about, can I give it a try?”

Her purple haze radiated its presence fiercely, as if it was a threat that she would do it if permission was not granted immediately.

But, if you drive a stake into the heart, wouldn't you be defeated even if you're not a vampire?

***

It wasn't a threat, but the threat worked, and Truale issued a membership to the martial arts club.

– 'Please, don't make a fuss… … .'

There was such a request, though.

I have no intention of causing a fuss either.

It has always been that way, and it always will be that way.

The problem is that the guys who saw me made a big fuss based on guesswork.

“Lord Yurian.”

As I got closer to the martial arts hall, someone came up next to me and pretended to know me.

'Who is it?'

Tsuare said that he had assigned someone to guide the martial arts hall, and it appears that it was that man.

By the way, it's a familiar face I've seen somewhere.

What was the name?

Oh, yeah! Baron!

“Baron, what are you doing here?”

Wasn't that guy one of the 'Six Fingers', one of the forces that divided the slums into three parts?

I heard that your release was brought forward thanks to your cooperation with me before.

“I am currently working at the martial arts center.”

Where was it before?

'Six Fingers' is a place so vicious that when you leave, you cut off your fingers.

“That’s… When I went to see ‘Vampire’ with Sir Yurian, I think that rumor got around strangely.”

This is the story of how Byron, the last of the 'Six Fingers', came to work for the 'Bloodborne Corps'.

When I helped him enter the management area of the 'Blood Demon Group', it seems that the members of 'Six Fingers' who saw him spread rumors that he had betrayed them.

“I was shocked. They suddenly sent ‘finger cutters’ to cut off my fingers…….”

“Still, you managed to survive.”

“Yes, fortunately, Arthur, who happened to be passing by, saved me.”

Arthur? Oh, that 8-foot tall guy.

I think it's fortunate that I found a way to live.

Because of me, he almost lost his job and was kicked out of 'Six Fingers'.

‘… … No, it’s not something you should be sorry about?’

Come to think of it, it was like giving him a chance to escape from the criminal organization. It was like helping him turn from his sins.

At least the 'Bloodguild' has more of a conscience than the 'Six Fingers'.

“First, I’ll go ahead. Follow me!”

Baron began to guide the martial arts hall with a lively voice.

“But, Lord Yurian, why did you come here?”

“Have I come to a place I can’t go?”

Baron's body flinches slightly at my reaction.

“Ha, haha… I somehow had a feeling that Lord Yurian would dislike this place.”

I hate it… … .

That statement is not wrong.

Because of his obsessive-compulsive disorder, Yulian doesn't prefer the sweaty, stinky environment of the martial arts hall.

But as soon as I entered the arena, the fighting spirit that filled the place made my whole body tremble.

'Yes! That's why I came here. I guess I came to the right place.'

Anything to further develop the skills I have.

'My goal is to perfect my one-stroke writing.'

To do that, you have to learn not only ‘neatness’ but also ‘roughness’.

Yurian's swordsmanship is of a sophistication that borders on art due to his innate character and nature.

The great power only reinforces it, and it is said that it has FM characteristics when it comes to swordsmanship.

'Compared to that, you can easily see wild guys here at the martial arts hall.'

Harmony of yin and yang.

… … It wasn’t something grand, but I felt like I needed to add or subtract something from the swordsmanship I was using now.

“Sometimes you just want to see something that is the exact opposite, something rustic.”

“It’s so crude… aha!”

Baron, who had been chewing on my words, seemed to think for a moment, then clapped his hands as if he had realized something.

“In that case, you have come at a good time. The event held at the martial arts hall this time will be a perfect fit for the ‘roughness’ that Sir Yurian was looking for.”

I was skeptical of Barron's words to be very excited.

“What event is it?”

“We put 12 people in a giant stadium and have them fight until only one remains!”

Oh, you're talking about Battle Royale.

“By the way, there’s a favorite competing in today’s main event.”

Baron smiled broadly and pointed to the corner of the waiting room.

A waiting room filled with darkness and the tension of the players. In the corner of the room sat a man wearing a huge suit of armor who did not hide his ruthless fighting spirit and desire.

'It's strong.'

It was hard to tell exactly how strong he was, but the smell of blood coming from his body was definitely something far from ordinary.

“His name is Kagum, he is nicknamed ‘Demon-Eating Madman’.”

“Demon-eating madman?”

“Yes, he was a guy who lived in the North, and he lived by eating demons.”

Eating demons?

It's not like there aren't any such cases, but if you do 'Masik', you are accepting the remaining thoughts of the demon god into your body.

If that happens, demonization will definitely occur.

'It doesn't look like a name.'

In the work, there is a named character called 'Masik'.

But why is it 'named'?

'It's named after a demon that eats it but doesn't turn into a demon.'

In that sense, the man wearing that heavy armor is something I've never seen before.

Is this a character I don't know?

No, no matter how much I think about it, it's the first time I've heard the name Kagum.

'But it's certain that he looks strong.'

Seeing him wearing such heavy armor even in everyday life, it seems like he will fight as tough as his size.

At that moment, I thought, 'Fighting that guy might help me grow.'

Our eyes met.

“Huh? It’s coming this way.”

The guy got up from his seat and strode towards me.

Clang, clang.

The heavily armored giant came closer, with the sound of metal clashing against metal.

Gulp, gulp.

As Kagum approached, the sound of Bayron swallowing in fear could be heard from here.

Are you upset because I kept staring at you?

'It wouldn't be a bad idea to test your skills here.'

I don't know how powerful he is, but it might be a good idea to try it out…

'huh?'

weird.

The color of 'fear' appears above the head of the guy named Kagum, who has a tremendous sense of intimidation.

Is it my fault…?

“Your Majesty Yurian, what brings you to a place like this?”

No, it wasn't.

Beyond the thick steel helmet, a trembling voice was heard.

“What the heck, Kagum, you can talk!?”

The one who was most surprised to hear that voice was Baron.

“I heard that after eating a demon, you lost your intelligence and became a bloodthirsty madman……!?”

“……If that was really the case, how could I have applied to the martial arts hall?”

That's true.

“And if you don’t pay your taxes, you’ll be kicked out of the system. If I had no intelligence, as you say, would I be here?”

I couldn't help but laugh at Kagum's tone, which seemed intellectual and out of place in the tumultuous atmosphere of Bayron.

The guy who was ‘masiking’… surprisingly turned out to be a model citizen.

***

“Okay, please put this on first.”

This is a basic rule for the audience here, and just before entering the fighting hall, Byron handed me a mask.

Since it is a place run by a slum, the nobles with noble hobbies would probably want to hide their identities.

By the way.

‘… … It feels somehow familiar.’

The act of trying to put on a mask seems familiar. It seems to be because he used to act as a 'black knight'.

“Oh…… It suits you well, Sir Yulian. Now, please go in.”

As we entered the arena of the martial arts hall, all the spectators were wearing masks to cover their faces, just as Baron had said.

Although their expressions of enthusiasm were not visible, the heat of the hot stands was sufficiently transmitted through their skin.

“If you were actually a police officer like Yurian, you should have been taken to the VIP room…….”

“That’s okay. I just want to see it from as close as possible.”

I looked around, leaving Baron behind, who seemed apologetic.

'Certainly, I'm not in a very good mood because there are so many people.'

This damn obsessive-compulsive disorder is back again.

The large crowds were extremely annoying. The hygiene was also not very clean.

'If you endure the discomfort but get nothing out of it.'

That alone would be doubly annoying.

– “Thank you for waiting! Today’s main event!”

The only thing I can say that is fortunate is that I have confirmed that there is a player named 'Kagum' who will fight a battle that suits my purpose.

– “First of all, the most likely winner is the ‘Demon-Eating Madman’ Kagum!!!”

Even just looking at him, you could tell that he was strong, because 'Kagum's' body was well-groomed.

Breathing and posture. I could guess to some extent that it could be handled beyond that.

Woohoooooooooooo!

A huge cheer filled the stadium. The crowd seemed to have no doubt that 'Kagum' was the winner of the battle royale.

“Your Majesty, who do you think will win?”

Baron asked.

Me too, of course, Kagum.

That is, unless there is someone as skilled as 'Kagum' among the other 11 players.

With that thought in mind, I took a quick look around the inside of the stadium.

'hmm……?'

Surprisingly, I was able to spot some familiar faces inside the stadium.

Gray-tinged hair and pupils that don't focus as if they have cataracts.

When I saw that face, a fighting spirit began to boil up from deep within my heart.

“Did you ask who do you think will win?”

“Oh, yes.”

“I think that guy will win.”

“……Is that the middle-aged man you see over there?”

At my gesture, Baron turned his gaze to the corner of the stadium.

There was a middle-aged man walking towards the waiting area, feeling the ground with a wooden cane.

“Me, a blind person like that? In my eyes, I have doubts about the fact that a blind person like that would participate in a martial arts competition like this…….”

“You'll know when you see it.”

Although Baron was full of doubt, he simply nodded and turned his head back to the stadium.

My gaze was still fixed on the middle-aged man.

'Blind warrior Zahat.'

One of the strongest characters in the world of <Let's Kill the Demon King Now>.

Judging by the boiling fighting spirit on the author's face, it seems that Yurian also knows Zahat.

Well, Zahat must have been living on the Northern Front, so he must have known them to some extent.

I am paying attention to the author in a different sense than that.

To be exact, the term ‘Sa-Baek’ (師伯) of Yurian would be more appropriate.

Black, because he is a fellow student of Haydn Reich.