Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 196

Episode 196. It's a misunderstanding. (3)

'The bait has been dropped… … .'

For the time being, the hands of the 'Baragi' will not be able to reach me.

I already have the bait called 'Gerard' for them to catch.

“As Sir Yurian said, he was staying in the slums.”

When Pintel bowed his head politely and spoke, I nodded while caressing the scabbard on my waist.

The guy wasn't hard to find.

With a little bit of reasoning, it was easy to figure out the location.

A person who cannot remain in the system because of the gaze of the Dawn Society.

However, those who cannot leave the vicinity of the 'system' due to their lofty ambitions will have no choice but to wait for opportunities nearby.

If we continue thinking that way, Gerard's place to stay is limited.

'The six fingers were disintegrated and absorbed into the remaining two organizations.'

It means that all the organizations that divide the slums into three parts are in my hands.

Six fingers.

Bloodthirsty group.

Anonymous group.

With these three, it wasn't too difficult for me to track down one of the intruders hiding in the slums.

'The finger cracking worked well.'

The cooperation of Second Prince Osborn worked well for me.

'I don't intend to raise my hand though.'

After shaking off the hand that had been touching the scabbard out of habit, I lifted my head and felt the cool night breeze blow across my forehead.

“I would like to talk to Gerard.”

First of all, although the issue of 'Baragi' has been resolved, Gerard is still not a perfect 'bait'.

Although fish are inherently stupid, they do not blindly chase after prey.

It has to wag its tail and swish like it always does to recognize it as food.

“Understood, Sir Yurian.”

Pintel nodded politely, and the boy began walking ahead of them down the dark alley.

Just as I was about to walk along the path, I saw a puddle formed by the rain.

The moon high in the sky.

There was not a single cloud in sight, and the moon was high enough to look lonely. It was reflected in the puddle, and my face was also reflected.

‘I… …what on earth do I want to do?’

A sudden feeling.

I moved my feet, leaving behind the bitterness lingering on the tip of my tongue.

***

Squeak, squeak──!

As the rough, unoiled iron door opened, a musty smell assaulted my nostrils.

As the thick dust rose, a pure white powder settled on my shoulders.

As I tried to move my gloved hand to dust it off, Pintel was the first to dust it off.

There's no need to go this far.

Still, it's not bad.

“Ugh, ugh……!”

Inside was tied up one-armed Gerard.

With his blood-stained clothes and handcuffs tied around his neck, he reeked of being a criminal.

However, the emotion close to anger in his eyes was too vague to be called a 'sinner'.

“This is a sight to behold, Sir Gerard.”

As I opened my mouth to speak with sympathy while looking at Gerard like that, the emotion in his eyes grew even deeper.

Bam──!

Something flew into Gerard's face.

This is the magic wand used by Pintel.

“Get rid of those ungodly eyes.”

There was no emotion in Pintel's voice as he swung his cane.

Considering the humiliation he had suffered at the hands of Gerard earlier, it would have been understandable for him to be angry, but Pintel was eerily calm.

“So, if you ran away, you should have gone outside the Empire? Like your friend Dantes.”

I deliberately said the name 'Dants' and tried to guess Gerard.

The guy bit the bit in his mouth as if he was going to eat it, and glared at me with eyes like an untamed animal.

“I guess you didn’t expect it. I guess it would have been hard to guess that I knew every single area of the slums so well.”

Who knew?

The royal hunting dog and obsessive compulsive disorder, that 'Yurien', will take control of the three gangs in the slums and manage them.

“Sir Gerard, I will now give you an ‘order.’”

“Ugh……!”

“I have just sold your identity to those rat bastards called ‘Baragi.’”

I had no intention of calling the 'Baragi' rats, but somehow the vicious words came out of my mouth.

Perhaps, the irritation caused by Sebion's sharp tone that we met earlier was only now beginning to creep up.

“So, could you be the cheese to chase away the rats for a while?”

The bait needs to move so the fish will chase it more eagerly.

With that thought in mind, he pointed to Gerard's gag with his chin, and Pintel ordered his men to remove it.

“Coolook……!”

I didn't feel any sympathy for Gerard, who was spitting out a handful of blood.

This is also your own fault.

From the beginning, people were used as chess pieces, and even children could easily… … .

I felt a sense of déjà vu as I was speaking.

Long story short, little child… … .

“You fu*king bastard, you fu*king kid!”

As the gag is released and Gerard begins to swear, the sense of awkwardness disappears.

Furthermore, the blood he spat out filled the air and eventually got on my feet, which only made me even more annoyed.

“Ugh, ugh!”

I grabbed Gerard's chin.

As I applied strong force, the bastard's mouth began to open on its own and his eyes began to tremble in intense pain.

“Would you please just answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’?”

The color of 'fear' visible above his head was proof that he was definitely controlling his emotions.

“Rather, kill me!”

As I put a little more force into my hand at the word kill, blood began to flow out of the trembling man's mouth.

'nastily.'

After clicking my tongue inwardly at the sight, I let go of the guy.

“Cough, cough……!”

“I don’t ask for much, Sir Gerard. Do you know? When this is over, I will be free.”

“……Don’t tease me carelessly because I have a pierced mouth.”

Gerard's will was firm.

Although it had the color of 'fear', it was not a state that could be persuaded with words.

I wonder if this can be called 'persuasion' in the first place.

“I guess there’s no other way. Still, I’ll give you time to think about it.”

I could kill you right now, but then my plan would go awry.

That's impossible.

Naturally, as I was wiping the blood off the gloves on my hands, Pintel came over and whispered quietly.

“Sir Yurian, Colparan has something to say to Sir Yurian. Perhaps we should prepare a little more thoroughly for the task of selecting a bishop.”

“Is that so?”

Bishop Colparan.

Since I am in a position to borrow strength from that inspiration, I cannot ignore the offer to meet him.

In the end, since there is something to say and do, it is predictable what will come out of Colparan's mouth.

'And who will be the next patriarch?'

Eleanor too, and Colparan too.

He has his eyes set on the position of 'Patriarch' but tries not to show it.

'You guys should eat a lot together.'

All I have to do is overturn the Yeomyeonghoe once and then quietly retreat.

“Lord Colparan… where are you now?”

I glanced at Gerard and then left the prison where he was being held to make room.

***

In an underground prison where not a single ray of light can penetrate, Gerard, imprisoned here, which was presumed to be Pintel's private property, felt the murky taste of blood spread across his tongue.

The emotions engraved in both eyes are filled with anger and fear, as if witnessing a monster.

However, we could also catch a glimpse of a will that was not completely broken.

“Ugh, ugh…….”

With his only usable arm chained to the wall, Gerard let out a mad sneer.

Since there was no one here to criticize his laughter, sarcastic laughter filled the room.

Once Gerard finished his madness, he looked at the locked door with sharp eyes.

'Colparan, you were one of them too… …!'

Gerard, who was able to overhear the conversation between Yurian and Pintel before leaving, was able to figure out that Colparan was working with Yurian.

'Old raccoon bastard, I expected this, but you moved quickly as expected!'

Gerard spat out the blood he had been holding at the corner of his mouth onto the ground.

“Tch!”

An unfortunate incident occurred where broken teeth popped out along with blood, but Gerard paid no attention to it and began to concentrate all the mana in his body.

Mana begins to sway.

Mana's haze, which had been a pale blue color, gradually began to glow a reddish color and began to blend in with the blood he had vomited out.

Soon, a magic circle was formed.

The engraved magical element is Yin.

What Gerard cast was a type of 'blood magic' that was said to be inefficient because it used 'blood' as a medium among 'sound magic'.

As he manifested it, the blood splattered on Gerard's body began to glow.

Among the blood-splattered objects were the handcuffs Gerard had been wearing.

Pakang──!

Suddenly the handcuffs broke, and the recoil sent Gerard crashing to the ground.

“Ugh, ugh…….”

The cold, cloudy taste of metal continued to spread around his mouth, but a smile bordering on madness spread across Gerard's face.

'Pintel, Colparan, and Eleanor.'

Perhaps those who collaborate with Yurian.

At the same time, there are those who are eyeing the position of 'Patriarch Tenelon'.

'The recording magic is definitely working.'

In fact, it is safe to say that Gerard has no magical skills.

The reason why he became so knowledgeable in 'sound magic' is because he gained enlightenment at the cost of his 'lifespan'.

When he was attacked by Yurian and was burning with a desire for revenge, he was willing to do anything.

He devoted his life to 'that thing' that he had been lucky enough to see.

“Ugh……!”

Gerard, retching and groaning in pain, placed one hand on the ground and panted.

His entire body was filled with a dark energy, unlike when he used 'yin magic'.

Magic.

'Aiden, you did a good job giving that crazy guy the orphans from the slums.'

Aiden and Gerard had a symbiotic relationship.

One side contains materials for experiments.

On the other hand, the results of the experiment.

Gerard, who had the 'fake horn' implanted into his body as a 'result' from Aiden, felt the negative energy overflowing from his body and the corners of his mouth twisted.

'Magic isn't that great!'

Gerard began to smear his blood on the tightly locked door, laughing inwardly at the wizards who were full of the sense of superiority.

'There is no sign of life outside.'

It means that if you just open this door, escaping from here will be a breeze.

Once again, I concentrated my mind to use 'Blood Magic' and this time the lock on the door shattered with a cracking sound.

Squeak, bang.

The iron door was wide open, unlike its appearance of being firmly closed.

Looking at the scenery outside, Gerard smiled bitterly.

'Now, all that remains is to convey the voice recorded with recording magic to Patriarch Tenelon.'

If that happens, Yurian, who made him like this, will truly be driven to the path of destruction.

With that thought, Gerard began to walk.

“It would be better if you didn’t come out.”

At that moment, a cold voice flew towards Gerard.

The direction is straight ahead.

There, a man with both hands on a magic wand erected on the ground was looking at Gerard dryly.

Neatly trimmed brown hair and blue eyes.

The one glaring at Gerard with an air of nobility is none other than a magician from the Dawn Society who almost died by his own hand some time ago.

Gerard opened his mouth, unable to suppress the disgust boiling deep in his chest.

“Pintel……!”