Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 300

Episode 300. Yurian (3) (Complete)

At Yurian's unexpected words, Odwin glanced at the documents.

As he said, what Yurian handed over was a resignation letter. However, that was why I didn't understand it.

Although we didn't have that deep of an exchange, I know that Yurian's lust for power is enormous. So you're going to kick away the foundation for him to build that power?

“You’re not actually the one who killed the emperor or anything like that, are you?”

I asked just in case.

“You are going too far with your jokes, Sir Odwin.”

Hehe, he laughed.

There was something creepy about that quiet laugh, but it didn't seem like he was lying.

“Yes, it was a joke.”

Odwin cleared her throat and put the resignation letter in her hand. After putting it in a drawer, she said,

“Your resignation will not be accepted.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s annoying.”

Yurian looked slightly flustered at the unexpected remark.

“Resigning during such a turbulent time sounds like you’re running away.”

“Well, aren’t the documents I’m processing right now unrelated to my normal work anyway?”

“So, it’s even more annoying and can’t be repaired.”

What does that mean?

When Yurian made that expression, Odwin shrugged his shoulders with an embarrassed expression.

“That was a joke too. It’s just that ‘Closed Eyes’ is a group that can only function as an exclusive imperial agency if you’re present.”

widely.

Odwin closed the drawer and spoke again.

“Come back whenever you feel like it.”

“Do you know when this will happen and say such things?”

“Anyway, I think we’ll see each other again soon.”

“I don’t think it’ll be much.”

“Is that okay to say that you’ll be back?”

widely.

Odwin closed the drawer and showed a rare smile.

“If you leave, it’ll only be a matter of time before ‘Closed Eyes’ disbands, so just leave it at that.”

At Odwin's shameless words, Yurian nodded with a smile of disbelief.

***

After leaving the 'Closed Eyes' building, I bought a drink.

It was a pretty expensive drink. The person who would receive it tended to only like mid-priced brands, but if I don't buy it now, when will I buy it again?

“It’s a very shabby tomb for one where an imperial hero is buried.”

Arriving at the 'Geomseong Tomb', I muttered to myself. The achievements he has accumulated so far are enough to warrant a memorial hall.

It would have been natural for him to be buried in a national cemetery. However, the tomb of 'Geomseong' was so narrow that it was laughably shabby.

It must be because of the exile. A graveyard of this size would not have been built without the personal request of a person like 'Orn Cryphat'.

"hmm?"

There was a bouquet of flowers next to the tombstone. I wondered if someone had come to visit the grave, but I could only think of one person who would have come.

'Is the person who came to visit the grave Linnaeus?'

Today isn't really an anniversary, but judging by the bouquet of flowers placed here, it seems like she comes every now and then.

“That sounds good, Master. There is one disciple who always comes.”

As I opened the cap of the bottle of wine I had brought, a pleasant sound rang out. As I tilted it over the stone tablet inscribed with 'Haydn Reich', the contents began to gushing out.

“I brought you some honey wine, which you hate so much, my incompetent disciple, whom you rarely visit.”

I smiled as I watched the honey wine flow down the stone.

A gentleman who insists on the ridiculous idea that alcohol should not be sweetened. Well, I can understand that. It's probably because if the taste of alcohol is strong, the taste of the side dish becomes cloudy.

“Well, what do you think? You wouldn’t want to eat side dishes while you’re dead, would you?”

The trickling stream of honey wine began to gradually decrease. Eventually, when no liquid was flowing, I looked at the wet tombstone again.

“They say you rest when you’re dead, and it really is.”

As I was staring at the tombstone, I heard a voice from behind me. I didn't panic because I had already sensed the presence of people.

When I turned my head, I saw familiar faces. They were Kaldrak and Abisha.

In the audience room, he was in a wheelchair-like walking aid, as if his injuries were still not healed, and Abisha was pulling him.

“I came here because I thought you might be here.”

“You managed to survive, didn’t you?”

“That’s a malicious remark. What can I do? Aren’t you just a worm who can’t do anything but desperately try to survive?”

Who would have thought that the prince would see himself called a worm?

“Just kidding.”

I don't know where the joke is.

“Flugel saved my life. He is the greatest magician and doctor in the Empire.”

“It seems Lord Flügel has opened his eyes as well.”

“Yeah, actually, I heard it’s been quite a while.”

And yet you were stuck in the hospital room and did nothing?

“How strange. The guy who killed me so many times saved my life this time.”

Kaldrak was talking about 'returns'. Abisha tilted her head. It seemed like she still didn't understand properly.

“Am I going to lose the use of my legs for the rest of my life?”

"hmm."

Kaldrak let out a short sigh.

“I don’t know what will happen, but I think it’s better not to get your hopes up.”

“Is that so?”

“The reaction isn’t very good. Didn’t you like the fact that I brought the wedges and attacked you first?”

As he said that, Kaldrak smiled faintly.

“If you threaten them like this and they don’t move first, then the person with the most power won’t even think about making a move.”

Actually, I had a vague idea that he had no intention of blackmailing me with information about the 'Dawn Society'.

His aim was to kill Yulsis as soon as possible. For that reason, he was not pleased with the way I had been preparing for such a long time.

So, I moved first. 'Kaldrak' and 'wedge' were also words I could use, so I couldn't just throw them away like they were useless.

“It was a lie that he shouted that he would become emperor.”

“That wasn’t a lie. But what can I do now that my leg has become like this?”

“Hehe,” Kaldrak said with a short laugh.

“I had no choice but to leave it to Brother Osborne.”

In the end, it was Osborn who ultimately won the battle over the succession to the throne. It seems that doing nothing actually turned out to be beneficial.

“Are you planning to leave the empire?”

Kaldrak's words suddenly came in. I looked at him, wondering how he had noticed.

“It might be my imagination, but that’s what I felt.”

“Wait a minute, I feel like going on a trip.”

“Travel?”

I nodded to his question.

Until now, I have never once thought about traveling to this continent of Rosenda.

However, I realized through my conversation with Milena that I was once enthusiastic about this worldview. And, it only remains as a 'memory' and I have never actually seen it with my own eyes.

Thanks to that, I wanted to look back.

“Well, everyone needs some time to rest.”

I'm not going there because I want to rest, but let's just say that's the case.

“Contact me when you get back. As it happens, the position of captain of the Royal Knights has become vacant, and I can’t think of anyone suitable to fill the position.”

Kaldrak suggests a much higher rank than 'Closed Eyes'. However, I have no intention of going in that direction at the moment.

“Even then, if there is an empty seat, I will think about it.”

“This is it, is this why you’re so sick of the Empire that you’re even turning down the position of the Empire’s top prosecutor?”

Money is good. Power is good.

It's great to have them all in your hands.

The Empire is the best place to get it, and the only place I feel comfortable right now.

“How could that be? I love the Empire very much.”

“There are thorns in your tongue.”

“How could one dislike an empire that spares even such thorns?”

After looking at the stele of the Black Sword once more, I picked up the bottle of alcohol.

“What will happen to the Dawn Society?”

Just as I was about to take a step forward, Kaldrak brought up a sensitive topic. I stopped in my tracks and turned my gaze to him.

“As in the past, the Patriarch will not run wild and the Dawn Society will not go against the imperial family.”

“Even though you, the one holding the leash, disappeared?”

Kaldrak's words were a little worrying. After all, the 'Dawn Society' had grown bigger without us knowing it.

Now that the royal family is reeling, if the 'Dawn Society' starts to stir, it may be difficult to stop them.

“Yes, I am sure.”

“……It’s hard to believe, but I guess I have to say I understand.”

Now that the Wedge, the Thousand Guardians, and the Imperial Army have all been destroyed.

When it comes to the 'Dawn Society', I can only say 'I know'.

“I’ll go. There’s a lot to prepare.”

With those words, I left the 'Tomb of the Black Sword'. And soon after, I left the system and began my journey.

***

“……Lord Yurian disappeared from the system?”

Pintel couldn't help but be perplexed by the sudden bad news. Up until now, Yurian had been the one who had informed him in some way when he left the system. It was truly surprising to hear that he had disappeared.

"yes."

Rim Hassar, who brought the news, nodded.

Pintel touched his chin once and sighed.

Did he leave the system under pressure from something?

'no.'

If it was Sir Yulian, he wouldn't be the kind of person to do that. Then why did he suddenly leave the system?

"sorry."

Pintel, who was gathering his thoughts, turned his gaze to Rim Hassar, who was apologizing.

“If only we had paid a little more attention to Sir Yurian’s situation……”

“How can we read his mind? I think this is just a natural disaster.”

After calming down Rim Hassar, Pintel began to gather his thoughts again.

Then, a smile began to appear on his lips.

“I see.”

"yes?"

“There is a reason why Lord Yurian suddenly left the system.”

Rim Hassar listened to Pintel's words.

“The royal family cannot help but keep an eye on Sir Yurian in this incident. He is one of only two people who survived the audience room, and at the same time, he is a witness who watched the entire situation.”

“Doesn’t that mean that Sir Yurian was expelled from the system by the will of the royal family?”

hmm.

Pintel did not deny Rim Hassar's words.

“At the same time, it is proof that the imperial family’s situation is not healthy enough to warrant ‘expulsion.’”

Pintel stood up from his seat.

“Lord Yurian himself left the system and informed us. Right now, our ‘Dawn Society’ can swallow up the imperial family.”

“……So, Sir Yurian, are you telling me to bring a storm to the system once again?”

“That’s not it.”

Pintel placed his hand on his cane, strongly denying Rim Hassar's doubtful words.

“Perhaps, this is what Sir Yurian wanted to say.”

"which……?"

Osborn d'Adratan, who is currently being mentioned as the next emperor, is unlikely to have the same level of support from the people as Kaldrak or Yulesis.

The third prince, Kaldrak, survived, but his health is poor and he is having difficulty exerting his influence.

“Preserve the imperial family for the day when you return to the system.”

If that happens, it wouldn't be a joke if the next emperor's name were to be 'Yurian'.

“Your Majesty Yurian pretended to be driven out by the royal family, and provided an opportunity for our Dawn Society to unite during these chaotic times.”

“Oh, oh…….”

“We don’t know when Lord Yurian will return, so we must prepare for that day from now on.”

Pintel opened his mouth, pointing his staff at Rim Hassar.

“Assemble the Arch Bishops for a meeting.”

"yes!"

Pintel smiled faintly as he watched Rim Hassar nod and disappear.

'I can finally understand the thoughts of the profound Lord Yurian!'

Pintel honestly thought so.

***

A vast desert with intense sunlight and no green in sight. Some people call this place the 'Desert of Death' and others call it the 'Wanderer's Destination', but this place had a clear name, the 'Suranoon Desert'.

There was one person who was going through such a 'desert of asuras'.

The sun's rays were so hot that they would burn you if you were exposed to them for even a few seconds. The man wrapped himself in a hood and cloth to block it and began to walk through the desert.

Soon, his eyes caught sight of a few trees that could be used as shade. The wanderer, who had been searching for a place to rest, entered the shade and lay down.

“A wanderer in this desert without even a camel, you must be desperate to die.”

A voice was heard from within the shade. It was an old man who had been resting in the shade before the wanderer arrived.

The old man clicked his tongue as he looked at the wanderer. The Sura Nun Desert, even if it was born here, was not an easy place to just walk through.

This is a place where you must be fully prepared and must bring along a camel that can carry water and luggage.

“Still, seeing as you came all the way here, you’re no ordinary guy.”

“Thank you for the compliment, sir.”

“I’m not old enough to be called an elder.”

“Haha.”

The wanderer gave a short laugh.

“You seem familiar with the continental language. Are you from outside?”

“Do you think the Sura-nun Desert is a rural area? Here, too, the common language has been established for quite some time.”

“If not, how could you read a newspaper like this?” the old man added, waving the newspaper around.

“Are you an imperial subject?”

"yes."

“As expected, I knew it when I saw that skin.”

The old man added, grumbling.

“Come to think of it, I heard something big happened in the empire a year ago. What should I say… Should I say it was something that could turn the system upside down?”

“Yes, sir, you are very good at outdoor work.”

“Well, what can you do in a desert like this? The only thing you can do is carefully read the newspapers that arrive occasionally.”

The old man waved his cane and looked at the camels wandering around.

After making sure that his camel was okay, he opened his mouth again.

“I don’t have any good feelings towards the Empire, so if it falls, I welcome it with open arms. Ah! Don’t misunderstand. I only have resentment towards the country, not towards individuals… Hmm?”

The old man who had been speaking looked at the wanderer and was startled.

Suddenly, a woodpecker, whose name was unknown, flew in and whispered something on the wanderer's shoulder.

“Imperial invasion…? Pintel, what on earth are you planning to do?”

The wanderer muttered something and then got up from his seat.

“Huh? Are you all rested already?”

“Yes, I have somewhere to go quickly.”

“Then, I’ll go with you. Since you came all the way here, you were planning to go to Rahman Village, right?”

“That’s true, but I think we should go back the way we came.”

The wanderer smiled. With a cool smile, the wanderer left the shadows. As the old man listened to him muttering something, a voice was heard from the wanderer walking through the desert.

Shit, shit.

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