Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 191

Episode 191. Let's get to know each other (3)

'I can't figure out what his intentions are.'

Eleanor, who was caressing her clothes in the Sound Elements Research Institute, seemed inwardly embarrassed by the tone of speech of the man in front of her, Yurian.

Despite Pintel's struggles and Colparan's help, he is the one who has now made us question the actions of the 'Patriarch'.

Because the person responsible acted as if he had no interest in the position of 'Patriarch'.

'No, rather, is it because you are interested that you are taking that attitude?'

In any case, the candidates for the next 'patriarch' are few and far between.

The old man Colparan.

Eleanor, the Arch Bishop.

Furthermore, Pintel, who gathered people.

A little further on is Uberon of the Hainax family, one of the four great clans.

The problem is that the man in front of you right now is 'Yurian', who has tied these four people together.

'I'm not saying that those who started the commotion should be held responsible.'

Eleanor felt awkward because she felt like 'pretending not to care' was a test for her.

“Oh, I also had something to say to Miss Eleanor.”

Eleanor, who was touching the sleeve of her white gown, raised her head at Yurian's words and met his gaze.

“What is it?”

“When you select a new bishop, don’t you need guards to guard that position?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

But most bishops had the means to protect themselves.

The same goes for Tenelon, the 'Patriarch'.

The existence of the guard is simply to uphold the status of the Patriarch.

“Then, let me recommend someone.”

“……What are you going to do by recommending someone? If they’re a member of the Dawn Society, they’ll already be on the list anyway.”

“No, it’s an outsider.”

“An outsider?”

Eleanor frowned slightly.

If you involve outsiders in matters related to the 'Yeomyeonghoe', troublesome things will happen.

Yulian wouldn't know that.

Because of this, I became even more skeptical of what he said.

“It is impossible to bring in outsiders. Even the Patriarch will not trust anyone who is not a member of the Order.”

“Very well then. Would Miss Eleanor permit him to join?”

Ask me to enlist you? Who the hell are you?

“The distinguished Eleanor. If the Arch Bishop puts in some effort, it wouldn’t be that much of a problem, would it?”

'Only in times like this, will I treat you well.'

Eleanor clicked her tongue inwardly at the words spoken by the squinty-eyed man.

“Oh, thank you. Then, would you please listen to what the distinguished Arch Bishop has to say?”

As much as you want.

Yulian made a shrugging gesture.

“Why did you refuse the medal? Wasn’t the Order of the Ten Swords of the Golden Guard something close to the ‘honor’ you were hoping for?”

"hmm."

A short sigh. I expected to hear no answer from Yurian's mouth, but it was the opposite.

“In fact, it is no exaggeration to say that that is why I came here.”

“……Is that why?”

“Yes, the person I’m about to recommend is the person I gave the ‘Golden Ten Swords Medal’ to.”

The person who gave up the Order of the Ten Swords of the Golden Guard?

“……Could it be, the blind warrior Zahat?”

"yes."

Yulian nodded with a sly smile.

Although he is blind, he is a fearsome swordsman.

Even the rumor that he is a fellow student of 'Geomseong' is well known to those living in the system.

“A person of the caliber of Lord Zahat would be a good fit for the Dawn Society.”

“I assume you’re done talking to the person involved?”

Yurian smiled, raising both hands as if it was natural.

“If not, would I kidnap Lord Zahat and force him into the sect?”

That makes sense. However, there is something strange about it.

Zahat, about his purpose.

Why do you want to join the Yeomyeonghoe?

'no.'

This may not be Zahat's 'purpose', but Yurian's 'purpose'.

It is clear that this is to fill the Yeomyeonghoe with people who have the ability to defend themselves even a little.

“I don’t think it matters. I will allow it.”

Eleanor didn't particularly disagree on that point.

The moment 'Yurien' becomes the Patriarch, there is a high probability that the opposition will rise up, so it is certain that a sword will be needed to deal with them.

If Yurian, who has become the Patriarch, wants to dance the sword dance himself, I won't stop him.

'That is not befitting of a patriarch.'

Eleanor thought so.

“I’m glad we got through this story.”

Yurian smiled doubtfully and extended his hand to Eleanor.

It is asking for a 'handshake'.

"me too."

She accepted the 'handshake'.

***

“Who would have thought that something like this would happen in this lifetime?”

After leaving the Sound Element Research Lab and joining up with Zahat, who had been waiting for him, he muttered.

“I feel like I hear that a lot these days.”

“I can’t help but do it often. I suppose it’s to repay your kindness, but……. Ahem.”

Zahat began to search the surroundings carefully, fearing that someone might hear what he was saying.

Even the trash cans on the street.

'I can't see you.'

It's starting to get annoying now.

“Ah! I couldn’t see ahead.”

Oh my, now there's a new repertoire.

“Anyway, who would have thought that I would end up joining the Yeomyeonghoe, even though it was for the sake of gratitude?”

“It won’t last long anyway.”

“That’s true. If what you say is true, then he is the Patriarch of the Dawn Society.”

Swish, swish.

Zahat pretended to slit his throat.

“That patriarch, he doesn’t have much popularity. That’s why I said we shouldn’t take in black-haired beasts.”

As he spoke, Zahat glanced at my silver-tinged gray hair.

“Let’s just say it was my fault.”

What on earth are you trying to say?

“Oh, by the way, I have a favor to ask, separate from this medal.”

“I know.”

He noticed what Zahat was saying, cut him off, and continued.

“Is it something to do with your son’s belongings?”

“That’s right.”

Quickly, I looked at the staff that Zahat was using.

That is not the scabbard of the 'sword' he usually used. It is simply a 'cane' given to him to assist him as he is blind.

“That sword is probably still in the secretary’s office. They said there are a lot of corners to look into because of its shape.”

“Can’t you just accept it?”

“I can’t, but I know someone who can. I’m planning to meet them today, so don’t worry.”

“Okay… Hmm?”

Just as I was about to go out into the street with Zahat, a familiar face appeared from afar.

“I think that bald head is there.”

Zahat noticed it too.

The fact that Pelkor is nearby.

After seeing me, Pelkor greeted me politely and approached Zahat with brisk steps.

“Hey, you!”

“That was the tough one back then.”

“It’s so hard, I’m going to die!”

After cursing at each other as a greeting.

Pelkor opened his mouth to Zahat with a snickering laugh.

“I heard you joined?”

I told Lazrot to tell Pintel and Pelkor, but it seems that word got to them sooner than I expected.

“Yeah, that’s unexpected.”

Zahat said so and looked at my face once.

'This guy was also a member of the 'Yeomyeonghoe'.'

It is a gaze that contains such a question.

Did you feel me nodding?

“I never thought of that, you punk!”

At Zahat's answer, a smile still hung on Pelkor's lips.

That also feels very satisfying.

“So what that means is that you’re a regular member now?”

“But that’s true.”

“I am a monsignor.”

“I see.”

“That is, your ‘senior’.”

Ah, I understand what you came here to do.

I secretly wanted to say to Pelkor, "Don't you have anything to do?", but I was a little curious so I decided to leave it alone.

I wanted to see Zahat call Pelkor Monsignor or Senior.

Well, that might be fun in its own way.

“And you should apologize for teasing me for being bald all this time, that’s what I’m saying.”

He must have been a big guy, but he was really narrow-minded.

“Even if I apologize, my hair won’t grow.”

“I didn’t come here to hear that, you punk!”

Frowning, Pelkor complained.

“Well, that’s a difficult thing.”

Zahat shrugged his shoulders and continued speaking.

“I apologize.”

“Hmm, hmm!”

Pelkor nodded awkwardly.

Because I did it too obediently… … .

“But, I feel like I’m too narrow-minded to call you senior.”

"what?"

“Bald, no matter how much I curse at Pelkor, there has to be a way to laugh it off.”

“……Tsk.”

Pelkor clicked his tongue once.

Pelkor didn't seem particularly angry, perhaps because he had accepted the advice of someone with great ability.

'Surely… …you don't feel something strange?'

Zahat said the opposite, you idiot.

***

"ah."

Slurp, thud.

Herand sighed as he watched the bonsai tree branches fall at the touch of his fingertips.

“I just can’t figure out how to raise one.”

A bonsai tree gifted from Yurian.

At present, it is difficult to say that the bonsai is alive, but it is literally impossible to say that it is dead.

That was understandable, since Herand had no experience growing plants.

To him, 'Bunjae' was an unknown object that he had no idea how to manage.

“The good news is that even if you prune the branches like this, they will eventually grow back.”

Looking at the unattractive form of the bonsai, Herand clicked his tongue inwardly.

Although it seemed like it was dying, this plant surprisingly seemed to be tenaciously holding on to life.

Thanks to that, this spot is still occupied by a flower pot.

'A month?'

After that, the branches will sprout again and it will take on a presentable shape. At that point, all you have to do is practice pruning again.

“Mr. Herand.”

As he saw Herand put down the scissors, a servant who had been serving nearby opened his mouth.

“What is it?”

“A guest has arrived.”

"customer?"

There will be no one to come to you at this time.

With that question in mind, I asked the servant and received an answer.

“This is Yurian Cryphat Prasson.”

“What……!?”

Why Yulian all of a sudden!?

No, let's calm down for a moment.

Herand began to calm his pounding heart as much as possible.

It is unlikely that Yurian would have visited this place as the 'Imperial Sword'.

Besides, aren't we already on good terms with each other, having washed away some of the grudges from the past?

'It could be that he just stopped by to say hello while he was back in the system. So… … .'

As Herand was organizing his thoughts, the 'bonsai' he had been trimming came into his eyes.

A bonsai tree that has become a mess because of a failed pruning attempt.

Traces of it were scattered messily in the flower pot.

Gulp.

I know that Yulian cherishes her bonsai.

Furthermore, if you see with your own eyes that the 'gift' you gave was treated in such a mess, even if it wasn't just a simple 'dishonor'.

'Wouldn't this create new misunderstandings?'

A flustered Herand decided to buy some time to clear the place.

“Okay, tell him to wait in the reception room for a moment! I’ll be there shortly…….”

“That, that…….”

A servant who shows reluctance.

And right next to him, a man with a faint smile was staring at this place.

“Hello, Brother Herand?”