Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 109

Episode 109. The Crow and the White Heron (1)

“No. I will not cooperate with you.”

Aiden was slightly taken aback by the unexpected answer, but he cleared the air with a cough so as not to show it.

“That’s unexpected. You didn’t want revenge?”

I know that Gerard thinks of Yurian as his mortal enemy.

Even before their relationship completely fell apart, Gerard would not have been able to like 'Yurien', the stone that rolled in.

“I never thought you’d be so stubborn.”

“You dare…….”

It was Gerard who showed clear displeasure at Aiden's taunts.

If even Gerard refuses, it will be nearly impossible to defeat Yurian alone.

We have to keep provoking his vengeance by involving Gerard, whether it's a throwaway card or a card to keep.

It's okay to get angry here.

If you use that anger, you'll increase the chances of dealing with Yurian enough to make him acknowledge Gerard's ridiculous attitude.

Gerard, pretending to be calm, shows a gentle refusal as if his extreme anger has gradually subsided.

“Even if I cooperate with you, who doesn’t even have a clear vision, it seems like I have nothing to gain.”

"……what?"

Aiden also knows this.

There is no perfect alliance. This is a tug-of-war where both sides seek to gain an advantage.

One, Gerard's words just now contained 'no intention'.

It simply implies, 'Even if I'm with you, I can't kill Yurian.'

“You’ve completely given up, Gerard.”

If the intention was purely to take the lead in the story, it would have been laughable.

If you had thought of getting even a little more information, I would have been happy to give it up.

But Gerard simply told him, 'You can't beat Yurian.'

The discomfort was doubled.

Gerard, who was a 'bishop', was disgusted by his short-sighted thinking that could not see even an inch ahead.

I was in the same position as this guy.

“If your tail is always on the end, you’re just going to die.”

“Are you going to keep living like this? What can you gain by running away and running until the end?”

“When someone more influential than you rises, I rise too.”

Someone more influential than you?

There are only two people that come to mind right now.

Eleanor, the Arch Bishop.

The other is Patriarch Tenelon.

It is safe to say that Eleanor is on Yurian's side, albeit temporarily.

The fact that there has been no word or action up to now is proof of that.

“The Patriarch favors Yurian.”

“Soon Lord Tenelon will open his eyes. He……”

Gulp.

I heard Gerard swallow.

“If Lord Tenelon finds out that the man is a ‘black knight’.”

Yurian is the black knight?

“Even if you’re crazy, you’re crazy as hell.”

'It's beyond the realm of delusion.'

Aiden clicked his tongue at the thought.

“Do you have any evidence? If it’s just circumstantial evidence, you won’t be able to convince me, let alone Lord Tenelon.”

“There is…… no evidence.”

As expected… … . It’s a delusion.

“But I have a definite suspicion.”

“People are talking about you as the ‘Black Knight’?”

Gerard glared at Aiden with bloodshot eyes.

“The Black Knight was a member of the ‘Nameless Guest Group’, and you were the owner of that private military organization called the ‘Nameless Guest Group’. Didn’t the Black Knight’s actions ultimately drive out ‘Pintel’ and give you a new opportunity?”

“That’s Yurian’s scheme!”

“If Yulian had planned something that grand, he would have noticed that you and I were talking like this.”

Aiden snorted and looked at Gerard, who was trembling, with contempt.

“Your appearance is truly unexpected, but I also know that Yurian is good at trickery. But you, who believe in his ‘ability’, seem like a fanatic.”

Aiden took a step back as he looked at Gerard, who was filled with fear and horror.

“I didn’t expect the story to end like this, but I don’t need a dog with its tail tucked in either.”

“I couldn’t have predicted it…….”

Gerard's expression suddenly changed and he smiled bitterly.

To anyone who sees this, it would seem like I've lost my mind.

Feelings of anger, fear, laughter, and resignation alternate in an instant.

“Thanks to those words, I was more certain. Aiden, you will die by Yurian.”

Aiden, who was dumbfounded by the groundless verbal abuse, did not respond, but got into the carriage and started moving away from the dirty road.

“Kill Gerard.”

The coachman's eyes flashed at the dry but powerful voice, then disappeared.

“And, contact Pelkor. He needs ‘materials’ for his research, so he’ll look for children in the slums.”

***

A large man came to me, shoving his teeth into my face and greeting me with his fists when we first met.

A man pointing to the scar on his eye that he had at the time and expressing his resentment over it.

He has outstanding skills befitting his rank as a 'Monsignor', but he is easily intimidated by my spirit.

“That’s right. There’s no way I would have brought false information to Sir Yurian!”

Now that guy is coming to me and wagging his tail.

I never thought I'd get involved with this guy on good terms.

Really, I don't know how the world works.

"hmm……."

As I let out a short groan, the giant, strong-armed Pelkor in front of me flinches slightly.

He brought me information about Aiden.

Although I didn't feel like there was anything false in what he said, I was in a position where I had to be 'suspicious'.

After all, wasn't it a relationship of resentment?

Even though I've broken his pride once, I don't think he'll give in so easily.

“Sir Felcor.”

“Yes, yes!”

“Good thinking. As I said before, Lord Aiden is not assessing Lord Felcor’s abilities properly.”

But is it really necessary to complain here?

Whether this guy really changed his mind or not, it's probably best to leave him alone.

Death is momentary, obedience is continuous.

“So, what information did you bring?”

Besides, I have some news for you to hear.

“It seems Aiden is looking for children from the slums for his research.”

Pelkor folds his hands together politely and speaks politely.

I can't even get used to the way I speak unconsciously, but that guy is even harder to get used to.

“You said you were a child……”

The ending was vague.

I find it disgusting that they use children who have not even bloomed yet as experimental materials to fulfill their personal desires.

“What should we do? For now… I think it might be okay to search for a child.”

Pelkor continued his inhumane words, seemingly unable to understand my inner feelings.

I don't like that, you little shit!

After thinking about it for a while, a good idea occurred to me.

“For now, I think it would be best to leave it alone.”

“Abandonment… are you talking about that?”

"yes."

“But, if time passes and there are no results, Aiden will…….”

“Don't worry.”

I smiled brighter than ever before.

“It won’t take long.”

***

After Felcor left, I headed to the Magic Tower as promised to Meyer.

The purpose is to prepare a 'resonance stone' to find Aiden's lab.

'To do that, we need the cooperation of the Magic Tower.'

In fact, it wasn't that difficult to obtain the resonance stone itself.

If I, a member of 'Closed Eyes', were to ask for it, it would be obvious that I would naturally give it to them since they would think of it as subduing demons.

but.

'My goal is to bring the resonance stone without anyone knowing.'

It may be an exaggeration, but if I move, the removal of the resonance stone will be recorded in the 'Secretary's Office'.

If the 'Dawn Society' finds out about this, wouldn't Bishop Aiden have access to that information and figure out my purpose?

In order to bypass all of these procedures, you must negotiate with one of the 'Three Sages' who support the Magic Tower.

That doesn't seem difficult.

'Pure White Flügel.'

Her full name is Flugel Coranoia.

He is the teacher of 'Anies', who previously survived to the final list of captains of the 4th Prince's guard.

He is the man who is closest to the title of 'wizard' in my opinion, and at the same time.

'He's crazy about magic.'

That's the world's opinion of 'Flugel'.

A neurotic old man who has sacrificed his life solely for 'magic' and 'knowledge'.

The amazing thing about this old lady, who has lived to be over 150 years old through magic, is not just her 'age'.

'To become immersed in magic… … .'

Knock──!

Damn, I can't help but cough.

Gyuhwabojeon (Treasure Book of Reishi).

You've probably all heard it somewhere.

Because he was a man who actually did 'that' thing that people only heard about. That's what I mean.

'… … I'm sorry.'

devil…….

But I applaud that great spirit.

The determination to easily cut off one's own body for the sake of 'magic'.

From the Confucian perspective that 'the body, hair, and skin are the responsibility of the parents', you could say that he is an unfilial son.

Isn't the reason why the empire praises him as a 'wise man' or 'pure white man' in fact a sign of sympathy?

'Hmm… … , enough… … .'

In any case, the only one who can keep that neurotic old lady in check is Meyer, who is by her side right now.

A genius born of his time.

A wizard of definite color.

A peerless talent who confidently shows off his abilities even among talented people.

Don't they say that geniuses inspire each other?

For 'Flugel', the target is 'Meyer'.

“Aaaah …

Meyer, who had been following along, started to grumble.

“Look at those guys who are obsessed with magic and who seem to have never experienced any social life!”

“Be quiet.”

“You obviously don’t know how to put on shoes! You’ll probably be acting all foolish, trying to solve it with magic!”

I brought my face close to the excited Meyer and gestured for him to be quiet.

With a bright face.

Then, Meyer swallowed and nodded.

Yeah. You don't want to die, right?

'And you're a wizard too!'

I wanted to say that, but she has not yet gone through the formal procedures of becoming a 'formal' wizard.

That means you haven't received any education.

That is, he thinks that he can only handle 'magic', but he doesn't think of himself as a 'wizard'.

'Looking at it that way, this is also a sense of chosen people.'

In a way, isn't it like drawing a line by saying, "I'm different from you!"?

Well, it doesn't really have anything to do with me.

“By the way, who am I supposed to see on the rooftop?”

“There is. Your Majesty.”

I answered Meyer's blunt question with a somewhat beating around the bush.

Meyer, who had been showing a slightly dissatisfied expression, soon turned his gaze to the top of the tall tower.

A place where wizards gather to practice high-level magic and exchange knowledge and wisdom.

Looking at such a place, all I can say is that it is nothing.

“If I jump from the top, I’ll fall, right?”

… … What on earth is going on in this guy’s head?

“Have you ever imagined studying magic up there?”

“I think it would be better to fall behind.”

Meyer, who is full of harsh criticism.

Yeah, yeah. Enjoy the moment.

You're going to be a graduate student soon.

***

In fact, Korund also knows that the superiority based on blood density has lost its old meaning and is taking on a new meaning.

The blood of the once pure wizards had already begun to become 'murky'.

But the moment they deny their roots, the purity they have insisted on becomes meaningless.

Nevertheless, the wizards advocated 'pure-bloodism'.

“It is impossible for that half-assed thing to interfere with our territory.”

Whether the blood is cloudy, thin, or pure.

The moment you refer to yourself as a 'purist', a connection is created.

“What do you think? If things continue like this, it’s only natural that our position will be in danger.”

Using that 'connection', Korund decided to overthrow Yurian.

“Even though the position of Arch Bishop is occupied by Eleanor, her current power is such that ‘Arch Bishop’ can be dismissed as ‘something’.”

Just as Aiden planned.

“Certainly, the guy’s skills are incredible. He caught me by surprise the other day by accurately predicting my intentions.”

As Aiden had intended, he began to contact other bishops and form a new force to 'overthrow Yurian'.

“It was an absurd horror.”

Korund recalls what happened at the martial arts hall some time ago.

That face looking up at me with a smile that seemed to see through everything.

The feeling I had at that time could definitely be described as 'fear'.

“At the same time, I also felt that if we didn’t deal with the guy now, there would be no place for us anymore.”

As he said that, Korund looked at the man in front of him.

A proponent of 'purity' who, like himself, has minor problems.

At the same time, he is a wizard like himself, and stands in the position of a 'Bishop'.

“Pintel, can you understand me?”

He had been listening to Korund's words silently, but he slowly raised his head.

With a very cold yet angry expression.