Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 186

Episode 186. Correction (1)

“Phew.”

I sighed.

I'm so tired that my eyes feel like they're going to close at any moment… … No, come to think of it, they're already closed.

Anyway, I was too tired and injured to move my body, but there was still work to be done.

Operation 'Finger Breaking' started by order of the Second Prince, Osborn d'Adratan.

Because the ending hasn't been completely concluded yet.

“Please report the results.”

The knight commanders gathered at the assembly point began to give a general report on the situation in response to my words.

The results of pursuing them are as follows.

“Four Six Finger executives were dealt with. Three of them died. Am I right?”

“Yeah, that’s right!”

Looking at Theo, who nodded to my words, I could see that he had quite a few wounds.

No matter how strong the officers are, they still won't be able to push the Knight Commander like that.

Fortunately, it doesn't seem to have suffered any fatal injuries due to its large size, but it had many minor wounds, similar to mine.

“The Six Fingers’ counterattack must have been quite fierce. The commander of the Unbreakable Knights suffered so many wounds.”

“Huh? This is what you mean? These are the wounds I received from my knights!”

Did I hear wrong?

I ask again, puzzled by Theo's confident speech.

“Are you saying that the Knights of the Unbreakable Order attacked you, the Commander of the Unbreakable Knights?”

“Haha! Okay!”

I laughed at Theo's attitude of admitting it so readily, but I decided to just ignore it.

If I try to argue with that macho guy, it'll only hurt my mouth.

“It seems like the Knights of the Brand Order didn’t suffer any major damage.”

“That’s right, Mr. Yulian.”

Kalina answered with a grin.

At first, he looked at the wounds on my body and made a face of despair, but when he saw that I was fine, his attitude improved significantly.

Next up is Schwarz.

“You caught two six-fingered officers. You are truly amazing, Sir Schwartz.”

“……Of course. While I was catching two, what were you doing?”

“I killed the leader of the Six Fingers, Claude Febrans, the ‘outsider’.”

“Don’t lie.”

Schwarz glanced at my wounds with the words, “How could someone like you?” and snorted.

“A lie? Do you really think our teacher Yurian would lie?”

“Isn’t there any concrete evidence?”

“Then, there’s no evidence that you killed the two executives?”

“There are dead bodies in the garrison.”

“Professor Yurian could be there too, right?”

But why has he been saying the word 'teacher' all this time?

I felt embarrassed by the unfamiliar title.

Well, I'm not swearing, so it doesn't matter.

“If the body is evidence, then I have it too, Sir Schwartz.”

“Look.”

"……hmm."

Schwarz let out a short sigh at my words and turned his head away, his ears slightly turning red.

I knew it would turn out like this anyway.

Don't show off for no reason.

***

After the operation is over.

When I woke up, my whole body was numb. I realized that my wounds were quite deep.

“fu*k… it is.”

First of all, as soon as I woke up, I started cursing the demon who had the biggest share in making my body like this.

'fu*k… … .'

At the same time, I tried to swear at the person who created this situation.

'Oh, it's not there anymore.'

Isn't it so ugly when a living person curses a dead person?

After waking up, I walked half-asleep straight to the bathroom.

If I soaked my entire body in water while my body was full of holes, it was obvious that I would experience excruciating pain.

'At this point, it's mental illness.'

The atmosphere bordering on 'obsessive-compulsive disorder' naturally drove my body to the bathhouse.

“Euuuuuuuuuu…….”

As expected, the wound was hit with pain when it touched the water.

After all, water flows through the holes in the body.

How could it not hurt?

“Rain, damn it. Do I really have to take a bath like this?”

As I continued to pour the hot water over myself, I could feel the pain gradually subsiding.

After finishing my bath, I dried my wet hair and headed straight to the restaurant.

The most important thing to recover stamina is nutrition.

I had already asked the butler to give me more food than usual.

‘… … There’s more than I thought.’

When I checked the foods listed, I couldn't help but laugh.

A table full of bread, vegetables, meat, and various sauces.

Your legs won't break, right?

Once I sat down, I started transferring the food into plates and stacking them one by one.

Start with the bread, then add the meat, vegetables, and sauce, and finally the bread again.

One bite.

'… …but it doesn't have the stimulating taste of a franchise hamburger.'

It's still edible though.

While I was eating, 'Angelica' came up from under my feet.

This guy would usually wrap his arms around my ankles and act cute, but he seemed to have gotten upset after I yelled at him yesterday.

The appearance of the rising star is not the same as before.

It feels like something is being tapped.

If 'Angelica' had an expression, it would be the face of a young, deprived child.

Advertise that it's really crooked, advertise it.

“It was a situation where it couldn’t be helped. Eat this and let out your anger.”

I threw a piece of meat to that guy.

The guy who crawled in blinked his eyes several times, then swallowed the meat with a look of excitement on his face.

'He seems like a horrible and cute guy.'

Who would have thought that appearance could be cute?

I was starting to wonder if there was something wrong with my brain.

Knock, knock.

Just as I was about to take another bite of my hamburger, someone knocked on the door.

Normally, the rule was not to let anyone in during this time.

I have plans for today, so there's no choice.

“Come in.”

As I spoke, the door opened and Lazrot came in.

He usually looked neat, but he looked visibly tired from yesterday's events.

“You look tired, Lazrot. Have you been losing sleep?”

“Yes, because something big happened.”

“It’s a shame.”

Sleep is the best medicine.

“What happened to Fern?”

“He has not yet regained consciousness, but his life is not in danger.”

"hmm."

Well then, that's good.

Even though he has figured out the secret of the 'Dawn Society', I still think that Fern is not a guy who deserves to die.

It would be best to keep the secret a secret and hide your whereabouts until the 'Patriarch' is eliminated.

Because my identity might be revealed.

If you do that, you might miss Tenelon.

And if by any chance you don't cooperate.

'It's not too late to deal with it then.'

I'm not crazy.

Even though there is a threat to one's safety.

That means he's not a psychopath who cuts people's throats while shouting, "Die, hoit!"

If conversation is possible, give it at least one more chance. Isn't that what makes a social animal?

I am such a generous person.

“Currently, Lord Pintel has entrusted him to the Nameless Ones. When I told him the name of Sir Yurian, the leader of the Nameless Ones gave his permission.”

As Lazrot said, Fern's whereabouts will be kept hidden by the 'Nameless Guest Group' for the time being.

Currently, the Nameless Guest Group is a subordinate organization of the 'Yeongmyeonghoe', but since its current leader, 'Mayer', is my subordinate, I will be able to thoroughly control its activities.

Oh, I wonder if Mayer is learning magic well.

That inspirational guy is definitely talented, but he's a bit eccentric.

The pure white Flugel and the five-colored Mayer are bickering.

Haha. This will be fun.

Lazrot's words continued through such imagination.

“And Sir Pintel said, ‘Tsk tsk.’”

“Who said that?”

“The leader of the anonymous group.”

It falls within the expected range.

If you leave Fern in charge, Meyer will rebel.

Still, it was a bit funny that Pintel used the expression 'groaning'.

How much must I have whined?

“Anyway, I decided to talk to the leader of that group of unknown travelers separately.”

“Are you talking about that guy who was whining?”

"yes."

“When?”

“Probably now.”

As I said that it would be now, angry footsteps echoed through the hallway, and someone entered the restaurant.

“Isn’t this too bad!?”

Naturally, the identity is Meyer, who was the topic of conversation just a moment ago.

Thanks to having informed the employees in advance, I was able to come in without reporting.

“A knight, and one who is being chased… what is this?”

Entering the restaurant, Meyer took a look at Lazrot's face.

I think I was going to talk about the 'Dawn Society', but I stopped because I had a bias.

“You may continue. The Lazrot here is also of the ‘that side’ lineage.”

“Oh, really? You were ‘that side’ too?”

Meyer muttered to himself, “This is ridiculous,” and opened his mouth again.

“What if we leave the knights being chased by the Dawn Society to them? If we get caught like this, the entire group could be uprooted!”

The complaints that Meyer brought up were indeed justified.

Although Gerard was expelled and did not completely leave the 'Dawn Society', he is still part of the 'Nameless Guest Group' under its wing.

If the 'Dawn Society' finds out that I've been hiding Fern, I'll be in real trouble.

“That won’t happen. ‘He’ must have guessed what Miss Meyer was talking about.”

“……Him?”

Lazrot lists incomprehensible nouns, but Meyer winces as if he knows them.

She probably knows that the words I just uttered symbolize the 'black knight'.

“So, don’t worry.”

If you say 'Black Knight', you'll die of hunger, right?

but.

Will it be possible to overcome a situation that could put one's life at risk in the name of the 'Black Knight'?

“Then there’s nothing we can do.”

The worries of that have become meaningless… …

I let out a small laugh at Meyer's nodding attitude and put the hamburger I had made into my mouth again.

“Then, will you tell ‘him’?”

“What are you talking about?”

“……If you’re going to do it, come and talk to me in person.”

I sensed something odd in Meyer's tone.

“Mayer, you’re not harboring unnecessary feelings, are you?”

“Be quiet!”

With a nervous reply, Meyer strode out of the restaurant.

Something doesn't look good.

The name 'Black Knight' was starting to feel a bit burdensome.

I am not fit to be responsible for someone else's expectations.

There I am, the squinty-eyed villain 'Yurien'.

I'm just making this fuss to take care of myself.

Ugh, I feel like something is getting more and more complicated.

After Meyer left, Lazrot and I were left alone in the restaurant.

“Is that woman the leader of the Nameless Guest Group?”

Lazrot asked with a questioning look, “You’re from the slums and you’ve never met Mayer before.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“As Sir Pintel said, you are a ‘noisy’ person.”

I can't say no.

“And Sir Yurian. Prince Osborn would like to use the success of this operation as an excuse to schedule another award ceremony.”

I nodded instead of answering.

I knew it.

That was the operation, and that was the pretext for bringing the Knights.

“……If it gets connected to the bishop appointment ceremony that the Patriarch mentioned, won’t it be a headache?”

“It’s okay. Our schedules won’t overlap.”

As Lazrot had said, thoughts about the upcoming award ceremony and bishop appointment ceremony came to mind.

The award ceremony is bound to be a bit of a hassle, as Osborn's ulterior motives are involved.

I had a feeling it wouldn't be as much as the 'Bishop Appointment Ceremony'.

That day would definitely be the last of Tenelon, who had been giving me a headache.

and.

'A trait acquired in an unexpected way could be of great help.'

After wiping my hands with a handkerchief, I checked the system window.

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⇒ Characteristics, 〈Master of the Bowl〉

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Even though I've played <Ji·Ma·Juk> so many times, this is a trait I've never seen before.

However, I realized this while dealing with Claude, the 'Vessel of the Demon King'.

How to use the “Master of the Bowl”.