Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 121

Episode 121. Guilt of Conscience (1)

It is safe to say that there are almost no nobles who do not know the status of the four great families of the empire.

Unlike the Cryphart family, which values military force, the Godrich family has a remarkable influence in politics and social circles.

No wonder there is a rumor going around that 'even a lion can be turned into a rabbit in the Godrich family's social club.'

In that sense, touching that family was something the nobles had to avoid the most.

If bad rumors spread, the damage would be borne entirely by them or their families.

But in the game, their family was not seen as prominently as that.

I wasn't really interested because he always created and manipulated incidents behind the scenes, as if he was the mastermind.

It's like this that we met.

As I lived here as if it were real, I realized some of the hidden settings in the game.

For example, there is a setting that Arba, the eldest son of the Godrich family, admires me, or rather, Yurian.

Yulian's feelings for his mother are sincere, unlike those of a villain.

I was adapting to this world without knowing it.

“It’s the Godrich family crest…….”

I muttered to myself as I looked at the family crest, which I hoped to avoid seeing if possible.

I was getting used to the fact that my usual monologue was formal, but this time it felt unfamiliar.

That 'politeness' might have felt like an intimidation to others.

“Yes, the one you are holding onto right now is one of the children of the God Leahy family.”

Inside the training grounds, a large old man opened his mouth with a solemn expression.

His neatly tied white hair and his rough-looking demeanor made it easy to infer that he had wielded a sword at some point in his childhood.

'The author… … is the right-hand man.'

The de facto ruler of the Cryphat family, and one of the famous generals who swept through the Northern Front in the past.

Although his former glory has faded and he has become an old fart, his fierce size and swordsmanship remain the same.

‘The energy I feel… … , I don’t think any decent knight can even compare to me?’

I guess we'll play a game of baduk in the back alley.

'He's a nasty guy.'

As you know, 'Yurien' hates most members of the Cryphat family.

Because of that, my perspective on 'The Right Crypha' wasn't all that positive.

“Right, you look still quite fit for your age.”

“You bastard…….”

Orne glared at me with her eyes wide open at my sarcastic words.

A terrible murderous intent pierced my skin, but I did not lead an ordinary life enough to cower in it.

“Let go of Yerngor.”

“Oh, was it Sir Yerngor?”

At what the right-hand man said, I pretended to know and looked at the guy whose life was being threatened in my arms.

'Tsk, of all people, it had to be a member of a noble family.'

There's no good in messing with them.

Besides, isn't the 'Godriche family' a family that has its own kind of interaction through Arba?

'There was no need to scratch and make a fuss for nothing.'

But, there was nothing we could do because 'Sombra' overreacted.

When Yerngor, who had been groaning in pain, met my eyes, his initially high spirits disappeared and he began to tremble in fear.

I understand. The sight of 'Yurien' reflected in the guy's eyes was extremely sinister.

'This damn face!'

A crying child makes you roll your eyes.

A face that makes people with sore legs stand up on their own two feet.

In a word, I know it is a presence that is astonishing.

First of all, we need to get through this situation smoothly.

It may not make a big difference if the notoriety becomes 1+1, but it may interfere with future work.

For that reason, I started looking for common ground to somehow calm Yerngor down.

It's the best thing for building intimacy.

Where should we look, huh?

“This sword… I can feel the touch of a master swordsman.”

Luckily I found it.

Because I found the logo of 'Twilight Flame' on the scabbard he was wearing.

“It’s a pretty good item. I also use that place.”

“……How can you say something like that when you stopped me from making custom orders!”

What is this?

As I thought about it, I remembered the time I went to 'Twilight Flame' a while ago.

When I went to see Ruger Orland to repair the 'Moon Sword', I met a woman who seemed to be a concubine of the 'God Leech Family'.

'This guy is not just a knight of the Godrich family.'

One of the members of the family?

Even if there is a bad relationship, there can't be a bad relationship like this.

Just as I was about to burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all, Yerngor, sensing that my pressure had eased, tried to break free with all his might.

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⇒ 〈Sombra〉 reacts to enemies.

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This guy! Here he goes again!

Since I have no choice but to make a decision, I decide to take the cleanest and easiest way.

“Turn it off, turn it off…….”

When I pressed hard on his carotid artery, he seemed to be holding on for a while, but soon his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

For a member of the noble family called 'God Leech', his face was so ugly that I unconsciously closed my eyes.

I thought I had kept the line.

“Uh, you crazy guy……”

“By the way, you’re crossing the line!”

The knights on the right and those who appeared to be knights of the Cryphat family sent me a reprimand.

“Huh, huh huh huh……!”

However, without batting an eye, I responded to their criticism by laughing like a madman.

“What, what’s so funny!”

“Are you finally losing your mind?”

“I just laughed because I found the situation funny.”

The thing that knocked Yerngor Godrich unconscious is irreversible. But the reason for that is no longer valid in the current situation.

of course.

''A 'demon' named Sombra lives inside me, and you saved me before it could run wild. How about I thank you?''

If I say that, who would believe me?

It would be more fitting for the character of 'Yurien' to say, 'Ah! Should I have just killed you instead?'

So, we have to use our heads to find some kind of justification.

“Brother Herand is the direct descendant of the Cryphat family. On the other hand, Lord Yerngor is the child of a concubine, so he is somewhat distant from being the direct descendant.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Isn’t that funny?”

Contrary to what I said, I was really struggling with this situation and thought I was going to die. I had to somehow rationalize my actions.

“You who used to hold me to strict standards based on the purity of my blood, are just standing by and watching my ‘little brother’, Herand, get hit, but you’re worried that a ‘half-baked’ person might get hurt.”

So I started laughing at everyone, laughing at the same time.

“I was wondering what you were talking about…….”

In the quiet training grounds, an unpleasant voice from the right side struck my ears.

“Get the hell out of the Cryphat Mansion right now. This place is not a place for someone like you to step foot in.”

“If it is so undisciplined that a member who is not even the head of the household is conducting a ‘test of diligence’, then what on earth would be light if this is not light?”

Orui's eyes became sharp at my attitude of directly confronting his words.

“Or, would you like to continue with the ‘Advance Exam’?”

I'll do it in place of Brother Herand.

Even without me saying it, you can probably guess what will follow. If you're right.

As I say this, I prepare to draw my sword.

Normally, I would have tried to avoid being strong towards someone as powerful as 'Right Cryphat'.

Because he was a person at the pinnacle of power, you never know what he might do.

But it's already spilt milk.

“It looks like Brother Herand is having a hard time getting up, so I will go with you. Right ‘former’ head of the household.”

Moreover, my aversion to 'Orn Cryphat' was as strong as when I first saw 'Oven'.

If possible, it would be good if you accepted the offer and had a go at it.

'If that happens, it certainly won't end normally.'

Right now… … I could kill you.

To that extent, the blood inside me was boiling uncontrollably.

“Tsk.”

Fortunately, but unfortunately, it seems that Oren has no intention of continuing.

He threw the wooden sword he was holding at a nearby knight and looked at Herand, who was still lying on the ground.

“I’ll stop here for today. If you don’t change your mind next time, it won’t end like this, so be prepared.”

After spitting out such threats, Orne took off his clothes and glared at me.

It was a look that seemed to go beyond hostility and even murder, but I smiled when I saw it.

'Try anything.'

Unlike before, the actions of the 'right cryphat' are no longer scary.

I also had some confidence in my own strength, and if things got really tough, I could just use the power of the 'Dawn Society'.

When I think about it like that, does that make me a bad guy?

“Hey, Brother Herand!”

As Orn left, Joshua ran out and began to support Herand.

Herand, who is in a terrible state. You can't even ask him, "Where is the soul stone I left for you?"

“What are you guys doing! Why don’t you take Brother Herand to his room right now!”

As Joshua released his warning in a hurry, the servants rushed out and began carrying Herand out of the training grounds.

“Hey, Brother Yurian.”

As Joshua was leaving the training grounds, he cautiously turned around and called out to me.

"thank you……."

The guy greeted her sheepishly and chased after Herand.

I never thought I'd hear something like that. But I guess he's not such a bad guy.

I shrugged my shoulders and followed after them, but the guy looked at me with a dumbfounded expression.

A look that asks why I am following you.

No, I came here because I have something to see Herland.

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“Ugh, ugh…….”

“Brother Herand, are you okay?”

As Herand finally regains consciousness, groaning from the pain he feels all over his body, Joshua hurriedly gets up and checks on his condition here and there.

“Oh, yeah. Phew. I’m still alive.”

Joshua sighed in relief at Herand's words that it was okay.

“Where did Yurian… go?”

Herand, who had regained consciousness, began to search for Yurian. Even as he was losing consciousness, he seemed to have seen him come to him.

“Just a moment, he left the mansion saying he had something to do.”

“Oh, so you went to see Milena’s grave.”

When the unfamiliar name came out, Joshua expressed slight doubt.

“If you’re Milena, aren’t you Brother Yurian’s mother?”

“Oh, yeah……. Ugh.”

Herand endured the pain and raised his upper body out of bed.

“Come to think of it, Joshua, I guess you’ve never met Lady Milena.”

“Yes, I only heard it in words… no, I didn’t even hear it properly.”

The name was almost taboo, since Orni had a pathological dislike for her.

“But, just like Grandfather said, Milena… are you really from the North?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Joshua was slightly taken aback by Herand’s nodding words.

The northern part of the continent of Rosenda.

The place where the demon Barbatos first appeared and where he died for the last time.

Because of this, the place was still swarming with demons, and even after the death of the demon, the remaining evil thoughts spread like a cancer, making it a land where people could not live.

The humans living in the northern part of that continent are a race so disgusting and uncivilized that they cannot be included in the category of 'humanity'.

“It seems you feel uncomfortable because Lady Milena says she’s from the North.”

“……I didn’t see it with my own eyes, but I heard that they survive by eating meat.”

The act of eating demons.

Even though he only imagined it, Joshua felt a nausea welling up in his abdomen.

This is because I remembered the image of the man who had become a demon due to the 'replica horn' in Yurian's mansion, oozing mucus.

You eat them?

It's something I can't even imagine.

“I don’t really know what kind of environment the North is in. But I can tell you this much.”

“What are you…… saying?”

“Lady Milena… was much more noble than someone like me, and was far from the word ‘savage.’”

“……Brother, what does that have to do with what happened earlier?”

Joshua, who was listening to Herand's words, expressed his doubts.

“I couldn’t understand what you just said. Why not just acknowledge what your grandfather said, at least on the surface?”

Herand, who was leading his sick body, turned his head and looked into Joshua's eyes.

He knows it too. Just a moment ago, his stubbornness at the training ground was so stupid that it could be called stubbornness.

But as time passed, the guilt that had formed in my heart began to swell like mold.

“When Lady Milena passed away, the one who ordered Yurian to build a tomb for Lady Milena and place her body in the coffin was the head of the household at the time, Ornn.”

“Huh? What do you mean…….”

To the astonished Joshua, Herand told him about Yurian's childhood.

Yulian, much younger than the current Joshua.

At the time, Yurian was treated worse than a servant in the family, but despite this, he lived with a strong spirit that was not befitting his age.

– 'My mother was strict only with me.'

Yurian didn't shed a single tear despite the harsh treatment from those around her.

– 'The coffin that my mother was buried in… … couldn't have been that light.'

The child who had always been bright and cheerful, despite being looked down upon, was sad for the first time.

The pain that had filled his eyes flowed down his cheeks, but the child continued to endure it.

That sight made Herand's heart ache, and it is still deeply engraved in his mind.