Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 151

Episode 151. Repeater (3)

Having repeated “Let’s kill the Demon King from now on” several times, I already had some idea of what the soldiers at the ‘North Pool’ barrier were thinking.

That they are dissatisfied with a group called 'Wedge'.

In fact, 'Kaldrak', who manages this place, would know more about the situation.

'You probably thought it was a bomb that wouldn't explode.'

Until now, the soldiers' thoughts have only been expressed as a 'setting', but they have never actually risen up to this extent.

The parties involved probably thought they could sort things out within their own authority.

However, this gave me some solid information, even if it was fragmentary.

'That damn save road isn't perfect.'

If only it had been a perfect function used by the 'player' in the first place.

If you could create a point you want and 'load' from that point.

Before this could happen, they would have created the perfect plan to capture the 'one-armed demon'.

'The very fact that it's not that reinforces the idea that it's not perfect.'

'Well then, now I guess I'll have to figure out when it became 'save'.'

how?

Just asking doesn't seem like it'll give you an answer.

In the first place, would there be an idiot who would tell you such important information so quickly?

'Still, even if it's just a little bit, mix it up… … huh?'

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⇒ The 〈Insight〉 trait has identified new information about the target.

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A 'System Window' appeared above my head, and at the same time a small 'System Window' appeared above Kaldlock's head.

'hmm.'

As I read it, I felt that this was not an ordinary thing, but Kaldrak looked as if nothing had happened.

‘… …Can’t you see it?’

The blue 'window' floating in the air is far from ordinary.

Even if it is a form that is so familiar to the 'player' that it has become a habit, it is inevitable that one's gaze will go there without one realizing it.

Kaldrak is just talking to Wedge.

As if the 'system window' is not visible.

'Maybe seeing is my ability?'

I had a feeling that might be the case.

I've experienced some ridiculous situations where I was obsessed with games, but this is nothing.

What if the abilities of the 'player' are fragmented?

Even reading such texts could be considered one of the scattered 'authorities'.

“It seems like the commotion is growing louder. Unlike the wedge, the soldiers do not seem to be in the hands of the lower class.”

“It’s all my fault. I brought this on myself.”

“I guess you have never experienced a situation like this, Your Majesty.”

When I said something along the lines of, 'I don't know what that 'repeater' is, but I guess you didn't know about this situation?', Kaldrock showed a slightly unpleasant expression.

However, it didn't last long.

Once again, Kaldrak's face changed.

Calmly, very leisurely.

The leisure of one who can repeat as many times as one wants.

'But if you're a player, you should know… … Are you a newbie?'

Seeing the slightly unfamiliar appearance of Kaldrak, I decided to give him some advice with my overflowing arrogance.

“You have to choose carefully.”

Save load.

A system that allows you to play <Ji·Ma·Juk>, which is exclusive to 'players' and has a vicious difficulty level.

But how was it possible to use Save Load when the system window was not visible like 'Player'?

'That could be… … .'

I had a glimpse of the secret and gave Kaldrock some advice that wasn't really advice.

“This time, there may be no turning back.”

***

It was vaguely anticipated that the soldiers of North Pool would riot in protest against the imprisonment of 'Yurian'.

That's why I did some useless acting while dealing with the 'one-armed demon'.

“Sir Yurian!”

“Sir Yurian? Sir Yurian is here!?”

However, looking at the number of soldiers gathered, it was clear that things were going strangely.

'……hmm.'

Too many?

The number of soldiers who gathered to petition for Yurian's release was unusual.

If we add a few more lies, all the people guarding the first gate of the North Pool Wall?

With this many people, I felt like it would be no big deal to overthrow a small city. So many people were welcoming me.

“Are you okay!?”

“Are you hurt anywhere!?”

The sight of the soldiers urgently asking about my well-being was truly spectacular.

I even began to feel a strange thrill, as if I had become a hero.

'… … Is it difficult?'

I meant to do this, but there are so many of them that it's becoming awkward.

The owner of the northern front and the barrier, the 'North Pool', is clearly the Empire's third prince, 'Kaldrak de Adratan'.

He has noble blood flowing through his veins, enough to claim to be the master of this place, and there are 'wedges' to protect him.

Kaldrak felt resentful upon seeing me like this.

'It's treason.'

With just this one word, there is a high risk that my throat will become sore.

Although, the current 'Kaldrak' has 'regressed', so he is not as power-hungry as usual and has a more relaxed personality, so it doesn't seem like the guillotine will arrive here easily.

'The wedges probably don't think so.'

Their abnormal loyalty is at the level of fanaticism.

By comparison, what is the level of loyalty that the original 'Yurien' shows to the royal family?

Right now, he's just glaring at me with a blush on his face, but I can clearly see some conversation going on behind his back.

If it were the current 'Kaldrak', he might have noticed their reaction and ordered them to hang my neck at the top of the North Pool.

Even if he ruins the story, he might think he can start over.

“Did the wedge guys harm Sir Yurian’s body?”

As expected, I knew this would happen!

Soldiers gossiping about themselves in front of the 'wedges'.

But you're comrades, so shouldn't you be doing that to each other?

“Yes, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

For my neck too.

I thought that my 'bird's-eye's' cheekbones would have eased a bit as I got used to playing the role of 'Yurien' to some extent, but now that the prince was watching, they started to stand out even more.

“Hey, weren’t you guys torturing the imprisoned Sir Yurian!?”

“Yeah! You’re sweating profusely!”

Stop it, stop it!

“You, Sir Yulian…….”

Among the gathered soldiers, a familiar bald man caught my eye.

Pelkor… … .

You kid, what have you done?

'Didn't I tell you to come inside the barrier and wait?'

With that thought in mind, he approached Felcor and whispered quietly to him.

“……What have you done?”

"yes?"

He looked flustered, as if my voice was a bit murderous.

“I am asking why it has become so noisy.”

“……That’s it, Sir Yurian.”

Pelkor brought his face closer.

'Ugh! Shit!'

This table top never seems to fit me no matter how much I look at it.

“Even within this North Pool barrier… it exists.”

Very quietly, so only I can hear.

The guy told me that there were members of the 'Dawn Society' here too.

“……There was quite a lot of that too.”

Felcor's tone of voice, which was full of disgust, felt absurd.

'You're a member of the Yeomyeonghoe too.'

Still, I wonder why that damn Dawn Society is everywhere I go.

No matter how much of a dark side <Ji-Ma-Juk> there is, I think it is a gap between what appears in the game and what is actually experienced.

Even to this remote area. It's amazing that these guys are holding out here without dying.

“When they heard that Sir Yurian had come, they started working under the surface… to bring this place into the hands of the Dawning Society.”

Ah… … . Was that why most of the soldiers took my side?

'No… … That was my intention.'

For that reason, we also sent out 'Zahart', which was caught vaguely.

'Aside from that… … there are just too many.'

If the soldiers' attention is focused on me like this, the fire could spread to strange places.

“You guys, I’m disappointed in you.”

Thinking so, I decided to dismiss the soldiers and turn my gaze elsewhere.

“The barbarians are coming, so what are you doing here instead of guarding the gate?”

“Ha, but Sir Yurian…….”

“But there is no such thing. Aren’t you soldiers guarding the northern part of the empire?”

Is this all you can do?

I gave off a lot of that nuance.

“If this place is breached, not only you, but the foundation of the empire will be shaken. Don’t you realize that? You are incredibly stupid.”

So that you can hate 'Yurien'.

“Understood, Sir Yurian!”

“I will make sure you get back to your place immediately!”

huh?

“Everyone! Return to your positions!”

“Yes, it is the order of Sir Yurian!”

The soldiers began to return to the gate again, shouting my name over and over again.

“We are not afraid of this barbarian attack! Sir Yurian is with us!”

No, I think I spoke rudely, but why does it feel like my morale has been boosted?

The soldiers, who had quickly found their place, began to follow the savages with their eyes.

This barbarian raid won't be as large in scale as the 'One-Armed Demon' raid.

So, if you just keep your wits about you and don't open the gate, you should be able to stop it easily.

Sneak.

I looked at Kaldrak's complexion.

Somewhere… … , it’s not good.

It makes sense. After all the hard work we've put in on the northern front, the soldiers are guarding the gates, chanting my name.

‘… … At this rate, aren’t I really going to end up on the guillotine?’

After thinking about it like that, I decided to take special measures.

***

Kaldrak, who was scanning the soldiers of the Northern Wall and North Pool, felt something strange.

‘I wonder if there has ever been… something like this.’

The soldiers rise up.

There have been several 'iterations' so far, but never like this.

To be precise, it means that there were 'hints' but nothing actually came to light.

That is why Kaldrak was leaving them alone. They have been doing so until now, and they will not rise up in discontent in the future.

but.

“……It’s misaligned.”

Kaldrak muttered to himself without realizing it.

There is one thing that Kaldrak has noticed since the miracle called 'repetition' became possible.

There is a ‘frame’ in this world.

And the world flows along that 'frame'.

'It's as if they were born to read scripts.'

The stage is the continent of Rosenda.

The thought that everyone who comes up here is an actor performing for something never left my mind.

At first, I tried hard to break that 'frame', but then I had a thought.

‘Is it really… necessary?’

Knowing the future is the greatest strength you can have.

Being able to accumulate information means being confident that you can build strength.

Kaldrak, who had thought that far, decided to accumulate as much information as possible through several 'repetitions'.

Then, he gained something called 'leisure'.

Moreover, I began to have the illusion that most of what happens in this world is within my grasp.

Something like a bolt from the blue happened to Kaldrak.

[Hayden Reich, the Black Knight, goes into exile in the Holy Land.]

The treasonous act of a noble and virtuous swordsman.

It was something that had not existed in the 'repetition' process so far.

Not only that, but the fact that there has been little news about the 'Dawn Society' up until now is a non-existent thing.

‘… … the frame is broken.’

As a series of unprecedented events began to unfold, Kaldrock began to wonder, 'What if?'

I wonder if it is not possible to 'repeat' in this life even if I die.

– 'This time, there may be no turning back.'

As if to dispel Kaldrak's anxiety, the uninvited guest at the North Pool Wall even offered some advice.

Yurian Kraiphart Frasson.

Until now, this man has been nothing more than a sword easily usable by the imperial family.

A person who has never once set his teeth on the royal family despite several 'repetitions' and who is born with the fate of being used.

"hmm."

Kaldrak groaned as he watched the soldiers who had cleared the gate and maintained the camp slaughter the barbarians.

Towards him, Yulian, who had brought him 'anxiety', approached him.

“If you knew the barbarians were coming, do you plan on catching them just because they’re not a ‘repeater’ like me?”

“Haha.”

Instead of answering, he just gave a short laugh.

It was a creepy laugh, but it suited him so well.

Clearly, before this 'repeat' started, I had never felt this way about him.

“Even if you’re not the ‘repeater’ that the lower class is talking about, there are bound to be those who can tell.”

I even felt like he was looking through my insides and outs, mocking me for being an empty shell.

“What is that?”

If Yulian tells a story that is not worth telling, he can refute everything.

That's because he has accumulated a lot of data through 'repetition'.

This is repeated twenty times, and the information… … .

“There will be no 21st, so Your Majesty must be careful with your words and actions from now on.”