Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 214

Episode 214. Hero and the Money (1)

As Lazrot left, silence fell over the office. This was natural since I was alone, but it felt even quieter than usual.

'They aren't even holding a funeral.'

In fact, it was a natural thing. The national cemetery for him who went into exile is not empty. No matter how much, the system. Even though it was for the empire, in the end, in the world, 'Geomseong' is nothing more than a hero who went into exile.

“I see. Isn’t it that you lived too freely, Master?”

After placing the watering can on the table, I followed the scenery outside the window with my eyes.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that this is the setting for <Ji-ma-juk>, the scenery of the system. Now that I realize that there is no 'Geomseong' here, it starts to feel quite foreign.

'Hmm.'

The silver-haired, squinty eyes shining through the window. 'Yurien's' face suddenly came into view.

I still wonder why I can see the world clearly even though I'm half-squinted.

“It’s surprisingly quiet.”

This incident made me realize that Yurian actually did not hate Haydn Reich, but rather did not understand him.

I think that the reason he said that he would kill someone was because he was arrogant and wanted to correct his teacher's thoughts.

'By the way, in the video, it was this guy who decapitated Haydn.'

It's possible that 'Yurien' reacted that way because she didn't want this kind of ending.

'In my case… … .'

Surprisingly, I felt refreshed.

Haydn Reich was a bit different from the 'main character' I knew, but he wasn't completely out of place.

There was a reason for it.

Each had their own perspective.

I just didn't know that.

'The problem is that, in the end, nothing has changed from the trailer.'

Phew.

A short sigh escaped me.

Now, it's become vague why I came here and for what purpose.

“It’s a complicated time. Of course, it’s natural.”

As if he had heard my sigh, Zahat's voice came from beyond the office door.

“Are you thinking of coming in now?”

I knew he was loitering around my office. I had a rough idea that he was trying to spy on me by sacrificing Lazrot.

“Yeah, I guess I feel a little better now.”

“It wasn’t so chaotic that Lord Zahat would have been worried.”

“It wasn’t like it was nothing.”

Ahem, Zahat added a cough and entered the office, sitting calmly on the sofa.

“So, I think I’m lucky.”

I wonder what you want to say.

“That means you’re not a demon with completely removed emotions.”

A demon.

Since I was acting as 'Yurien', I was quite shocked.

‘… … Did I act like such a devil?’

Well, then, the 'acting' worked pretty well, but it feels strange.

“So, Zahat, what do you want to talk about?”

I gradually realized that the topic was going in a strange direction, so I urged him to get back to the main point.

Less noise.

At my words, Zahat put a piece of iron down on the desk.

A piece of iron with the seal of the Empire. It didn't take long to realize that this was the 'Golden Ten Swords Medal'.

“I came to return this.”

“Return?”

“Ahem, since I’ve already been released from prison, there’s no point in keeping this piece of metal with me, right?”

Zahat continued speaking naturally.

It's exactly as he said. In fact, the reason he handed over the 'Golden Ten Swords Medal' to Zahat was simply to avoid the absurd situation of 'the person receiving the medal being imprisoned.'

The moment Zahat appeared, the cumbersome item called the 'Golden Ten Swords Medal' lost its meaning.

“It’s such a heavy medal for a light-hearted person like me to have.”

“Didn’t you say that as if you were desperate to have it?”

“I’m getting impatient, but I value achievements more than those little pieces of metal.”

You probably know that the piece of metal you were talking about was meant to commemorate 'achievements'.

Just as I was about to say that, Zahat opened his mouth first.

“There have been quite a few people who received the Order of the Golden Guard Ten Swords, but am I the only one who has received the medal and then spat it out?”

I was wondering what you were going to say.

As I was looking at him in amazement, he opened his mouth again with a very serious attitude.

“Besides, I might need it in the future.”

why?

When he looked at Zahat with that expression, he gave off the impression that he knew even though he couldn't see him.

“Your master, Geomseong, is dead, so many rumors will start to spread.”

That's right.

Right now, if you just look at the newspapers, there are more stories about the Prosecutor's Office than about the 'Yeongmyeonghoe'.

“Given the nature of the current chaos in the Empire, the position of the Sword Master cannot be vacant.”

"hmm."

“And that place will become a heavy and cumbersome burden, like a poisoned chalice.”

It was clear that whoever took over the name of 'Black Star' would be compared to the great wall called 'Haydn Reich'.

At the same time, he will have to bear the gaze of the royal family and the expectations of the nobles, so his position will become even more precarious.

'If it's Yurian.'

I don't mind those kinds of stares, but it's not a position I particularly desire.

Besides, there was still one thing that I agreed with 'Yurien' about.

'The place of the Black Sword is for the Black Sword.'

Well, what does it matter to me who else takes it? As long as it's not me.

“What does that have to do with returning the Gold Guard Ten Swords Medal?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Zahat nodded once.

“This medal is a symbol. A symbol of loyalty to the royal family.”

The Order of the Ten Swords is, as the name suggests, a medal that can only be awarded to members of the royal family. As Zahat said, it is like a tangible expression of 'loyalty'.

“So, shouldn’t you give it back? If you don’t want to inherit the position of the Sword Master.”

Now I understand what Zahat said.

This medal is not something that Zahat gives back to 'me'.

It was to be returned to the imperial family that issued it.

'Negation of loyalty.'

The name 'Geumseong' comes from 'loyalty' that cannot even tolerate distrust.

If the royal family is the sun, then the name Seong (星) was given to the sword to assist them like the numerous stars that support the sky.

“Well, it’s just a performance. Even if I give it back, if the royal family strongly opposes it, then there’s nothing I can do.”

Today, Zahat only says the right things.

But it made sense.

'If you live in the system, you cannot help but know that Yurian is after the swordsman's neck.'

If he, who has lost his purpose, returns the 'medal', the royal family will have no choice but to lose interest in the 'Smiling Executioner' for the time being.

'It would be a good environment to be quiet.'

Thinking like that, I accepted the 'Golden Ten Swords Medal' that Zahat gave me.

“Even if you ask me to return it later, I won’t give it back.”

“Why are there so many people who look at me like I’m a brat, including the little brat?”

I smiled inwardly at Zahat's blunt speech and took the 'Golden Ten Swords Medal'.

“By the way, I heard that although there will be no official memorial service for Haydn, his funeral is scheduled to be held at the Reich Palace.”

“……Wasn’t it true that there were no more survivors in the Reich family?”

It is safe to say that the Reich family has now been destroyed after the death of the 'Black Saint'. No, it would be more correct to say that it was destroyed.

“It looks like the followers of the Black Sword, the Baragi, are going to make progress.”

I hope so.

Then I guess that makes sense.

“I was going to stop by, but why don’t you stop by too?”

At his question, I snickered and got up from my seat. Zahat also got up from the sofa and handed me the coat that was hanging on the hanger.

***

Surprisingly, a lot of people came.

Linne was impressed by the large crowd that had gathered for Kensei's funeral.

The funeral held at the Reich mansion was not an 'official' procedure.

Because only the nobles would have been informed of this information, there were still quite a few people gathered.

One, Linne, who was watching the situation, quickly figured out the reason.

“It’s been a long time, Sir Wilton, and I never expected to see you in a place like this.”

“I think so too.”

“The Black Star has left in such a vain manner.”

“By the way, this time our family held a social gathering…….”

For the nobles, this funeral is ultimately not a gathering to remember 'Black Sword'.

A place where people meet and greet each other at least once while observing etiquette. It was a place where they had no interest in who died, and it was being transformed into a place that was neither more nor less than a social gathering.

Although Linne was annoyed by that, she didn't open her mouth to say anything.

I didn't want my teacher's funeral to end in chaos.

‘… … There are so many of you.’

Linne looked around the dining hall with dry eyes.

Many faces of famous nobles were seen. Members of the four great families were also seen.

“Is there no will left by the Black Star?”

“No. How could someone without a family have a will?”

Suddenly, I heard a conversation between nobles.

Tell them to be quiet.

Linne wanted to shout, but fatigue overwhelmed her and she held back her words.

At the undertaker's gesture, the 'baragi' carried the coffin and placed it on the dug ground.

“With this, there are no more members of the Reich family left.”

“It’s destruction, it’s destruction.”

The conversation continued. Linne couldn't bear it any longer.

Just as I turned my head to say something to the nobleman I had been talking to earlier, I saw a familiar face approaching me.

Yurian came here with Zahat, perhaps to see the last of his master.

“Really, if Your Majesty had thought about it, he would have made a new family… Huh!”

The nobleman, who had been opening his mouth continuously, took a deep breath as if he was about to stop breathing when he saw Yurian.

Ignoring their appearance, Yulian approached Haydn's coffin with his usual mischievous smile on his face.

“You bastard.”

Sebion blocked Yurian like that.

“I heard that you were at the center of the incident right before the Sword Master passed away.”

"yes."

“Surely you didn’t do it yourself, did you?”

“Then what will you do?”

In response to Yurian's question of what to do, Sebion immediately lowered his posture to draw his sword and reached into the scabbard at his waist.

Sebion's sword drawing process was quick due to his intense training, but before that.

Yurian's right hand stopped Sebion from drawing his sword.

“Ugh, ugh…… ugh!”

I tried to pull out the sword with all my might, but Yurian's strength was overwhelming.

When Sebion couldn't hide his bewilderment due to the evil force that was as unwavering as an iron fortress, Yurian waved his hand and spun Sebion's body around in the air.

Thud──!

Sebion fell to the ground, unable to even draw his sword.

Sebion, who was about to leave his seat after being humiliated, was stopped by Zahat, who had come to the funeral with him.

“Do you have anything to say?”

Linne asked the approaching Yurian. He approached the coffin nonchalantly and took something out of his bosom.

Medal of the Ten Swords of the Golden Guard.

It is a historic medal that only those who have received recognition from the royal family can obtain.

“Take it, Master.”

Yulian threw the medal on Haydn's coffin.

“This is the money given by the disciple.”