Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 153

Episode 153. Witch Hunt (2)

Witch of the Snowstorm Forest.

I had known for a long time that she was watching us. No, to be exact, it was more of a guess than a 'certainty'.

The 'witch' had the ability to keep the 'wedge' from doing anything wrong and to watch us from afar.

“This, this is profit…….”

The witch stared at Zahat and me with her sharp eyes, then turned her gaze towards Felcor.

I thought about why that was.

It must be because I have eyes that can't look at Zahatna or Nana properly.

Zahat is blind, so his pupils are not visible.

Because I'm cross-eyed.

It seems that he turned his gaze to Pelkor, whose pupils were visible.

No matter what, it's like that.

Isn't this discrimination against the eyes?

“I know what you’re trying to do right now… Ugh.”

The witch, who was about to open her mouth, had no choice but to close her lips as the sharp sword drew closer to her.

She also had one life.

“You’d better keep quiet. If only you knew who holds your lifeline right now.”

The witch stared at Zahat's words as if they were going to pierce her.

“You damn blind bastard, you have the same powers as that demon you killed? Is that why you came looking for me!?”

“Didn’t I tell you not to talk too much a little while ago?”

Swish.

As the sword touched her slender neck, a stream of bright red blood flowed down the witch's skin.

Still, the emotions reflected in the witch's eyes showed no sign of abating.

“I am here by order of the Imperial Prince! The Prince you follow and serve!”

Felcor hesitated slightly at the sound of the witch's voice, which seemed to be threatening.

It seems that the little girl who gets scared whenever the prince's name is mentioned is still the same.

… … You loser.

“Do you think that the man who has the blood of the almighty emperor, your sun, flowing in his veins can save your life now?”

Unlike Felcor, Zahat opened his mouth calmly despite the mention of the 'prince'.

The witch bit her lip, knowing that his attitude was sincere.

“I would like to know how the wicked witch could join hands with Kaldrak, but that is not important right now.”

Glance.

Zahat's head turned towards me.

“What should I do?”

What should I do?

The reason I caught the witch in the first place was to have a friendly conversation with 'Kaldrak'.

When I was staying at the 'North Pool' barrier, I couldn't talk to him on equal terms, but if he knew that I had captured the witch, 'Kal'drak' wouldn't be able to move easily.

Especially.

'If the guy saw the future, that is.'

He must know that this witch is needed to 'see' beyond the North.

I approach the witch.

As I slowly approached her, the witch glared at me with a frown on her face.

The expression was like that, but the emotions couldn't be hidden.

The 'haze' visible above her head had the color of 'fear' even if she tried not to show it.

“Tell Kaldrak to meet me at the hut we saw earlier.”

“……How can I tell you in this state? You have to let me go!”

The witch, who was shouting once again as if to threaten, did not flinch at all even though she held the sword to her throat.

'Your annoying personality is still the same.'

A 'witch' can transmit her 'voice' to a distant target using the magic she has learned.

Sound transmission magic.

The distance that can be directly transmitted is not that far, but if you communicate with each other through magic tools, you can greatly increase that distance.

Kaldrak must have one too.

The witch, who knows that I don't know the magic, continues to whine.

“You idiots! Did you catch me without even thinking about that? What’s in your head is decoration…… Ugh……”

My body moved on its own, perhaps because I didn't want to hear the witch's nagging voice.

After holding her head with my right hand, I slowly pushed my face in.

The deepening color of 'fear'.

The pupils of the witch, who had been pretending to be fine, shook greatly, as if she had also smelled the scent of death that the 'savages' could smell.

“Why don’t you just use sound magic? And do I look like I’m asking for a favor?”

Kwak.

As she unconsciously put strength into her right hand, the witch began to complain of pain.

“Ha, just do it.”

***

I never thought I'd come back here again. The cabin in the now familiar snowstorm forest.

After taking a look at the scenery there, I muttered to myself.

'Still, I guess I can leave the North with this.'

Yurian's body easily adapted to the cold, as if it had an extra layer of skin, but that doesn't mean it was completely fine.

Damage from cold will also accumulate.

The only one who would survive prolonged exposure to this extreme cold would probably be a 'witch'.

“fu*k, fu*k… those damn Empire bastards….”

The 'witch' was glaring at me with a resentful face from the corner of the cabin.

“But… will Sir Yurian come alone as expected?”

After sending the message, Pelkor's face became terrified. It seems that he is afraid of what will happen next, since he has touched the 'Prince'.

I looked at Zahat silently.

If Kaldrak were to mobilize all his 'wedges' anyway, Zahat would be able to sense it.

'I'm absolutely certain that he'll come alone.'

I felt that way.

It'll take some time for the Kaldrak who received the transmission to arrive here, so I have to kill some time until then.

“Let’s talk about how it came to this.”

Luckily, I thought of something to kill some time for a while.

“Do you think I have anything to talk about with someone like you?”

“This girl has been chattering and babbling since a while ago…….”

After making a gesture to calm down Pelkor who was getting angry, he turned his gaze back to the witch.

“Do you know a woman named Milena?”

I asked her, thinking that she might be acquainted with the witch since she was in the northern part of the continent, in a category called 'savage'.

Yurian's mother.

Since she also came from the northern part of the continent, I wondered if she was not skilled in 'sorcery' that deals with 'magic'.

A witch who is a master of sorcery.

If my mother… no, Milena had the ability to handle the ‘spirit stone’, then there would be some level of contact.

“Who is that?”

“A northerner like you. A woman with silver hair like me who can use sorcery.”

“……With that tattered silver hair, it’s obvious that he’d have an unsightly top.”

My fist clenched slightly at the insults directed at Milena, but I held it back.

Strangely enough, I feel a sense of disconnect.

Since Milena is 'Yurien's' mother, she shouldn't be given much attention.

'It's strange to even ask this question in the first place.'

I'm trying my best to stay away from the instinct of 'Yurien' as much as possible, but I'm sitting here asking questions like this.

Yeah, I guess you don't know, so just skip it…

“Wait a minute, Milena?”

The muttering witch glanced at my head.

“That silver hair… Are you sure you know Milena!?”

Judging by the reaction, it seems like he knows something.

“Little brother? Or maybe an older brother? Or maybe…….”

“He is my son.”

“Your son!?”

The witch looked at me with surprised eyes.

“I know that damn bitch left her tribe after falling in love with a noble from the Adratan Empire, and she already has a son…!?”

What a fu*king bitch.

Still, let's calm down. Let's listen to the story first.

“Hey, did you just call Sir Yurian’s mother a bitch?”

No, the person involved is trying to calm down, so why are you getting angry right next to him?

“You have a mouth. I told you not to talk nonsense.”

Zahat also showed his displeasure along with Pelkor.

No, the person involved is fine.

I made another gesture to calm them down and decided to return to the topic of conversation.

“Yeah, what’s going on with her now?”

What happened? Haven't you heard from me?

“He died.”

“……He died?”

As if hearing it for the first time, the witch's face distorted as she heard the news about Milena, and various emotions began to pass through her pupils.

These are indescribable emotions. They passed by so quickly that it was difficult to grasp them even when trying to figure them out with the “color of negativity.”

Just as I was about to ask what had happened with Milena, the witch suddenly tilted her head back.

“Hahaha, you look so pretty! Milena. That girl who was called the ‘Queen of Thorns’, that’s what happens when she leaves the North!”

The witch laughed out loud with poisonous venom.

The poison that was there was so strong that it was enough to make anyone who saw it frown.

This time I wasn't particularly angry.

More importantly, the witch knew 'Milena' well, and they had some kind of 'relationship'.

“That bitch would have gone to hell when she died! She was such a vicious bitch!”

But when I tried to leave this bitch alone, she kept crawling?

Just as I was about to open my mouth to tell him to be quiet, Pelkor suddenly stood up from his seat.

“What, what are you going to do when you wake up!?”

Then, Pelkor approached the witch with brisk steps and slapped her cheek with his vicious hand.

Bam!

A faint sound of bamboo splitting echoed through the hut.

“Oh my, it’s so loud! There’s a limit to how loud you can be, you fu*king bitch!”

“Pelcor, it wasn’t something to be that angry about… huh?”

When there was no movement from the witch who had fallen after being hit in the cheek, a feeling of unease began to creep up on her.

Certainly, Pelkor's hand was formidable.

If it were an ordinary person, I would wonder if their neck would have turned.

Fortunately, the pulse seemed to be beating.

The mind moving with inhalation and exhalation was proof of this.

“Hey, hey, look at this girl… I thought she wouldn’t budge even to this extent just because she’s a witch….”

“Pelcor, who would be unscathed when you, a man of rank comparable to a high-ranking knight, strike them?”

“Well, still… I hit him with my left hand just in case. Sir Yurian.”

Are you asking me that now, you idiot?

A person almost died!

I looked at Pelkor's left hand, feeling a sense of bewilderment inside.

A wicked hand. More like a gorilla's hand than a human's.

'… … You hit it with that?'

That left hand is bigger than his face, so if it hits him, he'll be fine!