Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 215

Episode 215. Hero and the Money (2)

Clang──!

The sound of the 'Golden Ten Swords Medal' thrown by Yurian falling echoed clearly throughout the funeral hall.

The place was already as quiet as a mouse due to his appearance. The sound of metal hitting wooden boards was calm and clear, piercing everyone's ears.

“What are you doing, Sir Yulian!”

The nobles gathered for the funeral were greatly opposed to Yurian's actions.

It was unclear whether it was because of the 'Golden Ten Swords Medal' or the 'Sword Saint', but Yurian paid no attention and simply adjusted the shape of his coat.

“This is a disgrace to the honor of the deceased swordsman and to the status of the royal family!”

“Yes, Sir Yurian!”

“How can someone who is part of an imperial agency commit such an atrocity!”

Despite the noisy voices of the nobles, Yurian remained calm like a lake that did not even raise a ripple.

“Look, this is the empire you protected.”

A soft yet powerful voice flowed out of Yurian's mouth, and the noisy surroundings began to quiet down.

“Rather than praising his accomplishments so far, they are busy belittling everything he has accomplished. It is these people that the master has protected.”

Hoho, Yurian's ridicule spreads softly.

“Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better now, Master.”

As Yurian continued speaking, he reached out to Zahat, who was nearby, and he took out a glass bottle from his bosom.

The 'Bulsangsa' written on the label is the name of one of the worst liquors made in the country.

The 'baragi', including Linnaeus, knew that this liquor was one of Haydn's favorite drinks.

Yulian uncorked the bottle and began to pour it into the coffin.

“Let’s see after we die. Aren’t you and I both in the wrong body to go to heaven?”

After emptying an entire bottle of alcohol, Yurian picked up the empty bottle and walked away.

If they were the original 'Baragi', they should have stopped his actions, but no one stopped Yurian's actions.

Of these, they thought that Yurian was the only one who truly communicated with and thought of the 'Black Star'.

***

Eating something like this.

I turned my gaze to the bottle of liquor I was holding in my hand, labeled ‘Bulsangsa.’

As I sprinkled alcohol on Haydn's coffin, the alcohol on my fingers felt strangely hot.

'At this point, isn't it just alcohol?'

If you spray it on a wound, it will disinfect it.

“Let’s go back, Lord Zahat.”

I spoke to Zahat, who was waiting nearby.

He nodded once, as if he had nothing else to say to Geomseong, and followed me.

“Well, I can’t see with my eyes, but I think I can feel to some extent how everyone looks at you.”

As we were walking, Zahat opened his mouth.

It was as he said. The nobles' gazes toward me as I left the funeral were not kind.

'This is terrible.'

Judging by the “color of negativity” seen above, there were almost no people with positive feelings.

Fear and anger.

Most of them had clear and strong emotions, and the one who approached me was the one with the greatest 'anger'.

“Yurien, you bastard……!”

I turned my gaze towards him.

A nobleman who was seen in the Cryphat family before, and who wants to erase the name 'Yurien' from the clan.

“Grandfather, it’s been a while.”

This is the right cry part.

“I never thought I would see my grandfather here. I guess he had some kind of connection with the teacher.”

“Shut up!”

Oren shouted loudly in a voice that sounded like a rebuke.

It's noisy.

He was a man of considerable stature for his age, and his voice was no joke.

“How dare a punk like you say the word grandfather!”

Actually, I know.

It seems that Oren doesn't want to hear the word 'grandfather' from Yurian.

Since he is a person with a deep-rooted belief in pure blood, he would be horrified to hear the word 'grandfather' come out of 'Prason's' mouth.

'Good response.'

That's why I said it. Isn't it 'Yurien's' habit to twist the opponent's mind and make them act rashly for no reason?

“Even the medal bestowed by the royal family… Are you crazy enough to try to tarnish the name of the Cryphat family!”

When I listen to it, it's absurd.

It was I who threw away the 'Golden Ten Swords Medal', not a member of the Cryphat family.

You don't even acknowledge that I'm a member of the 'Cryphat family', and you're panicking in fear of getting in trouble.

“You don’t normally think of me as a member of the family, but at times like this, you think of me as a member of the Cryphat family, not as ‘Prason.’ Thank you, Grandfather.”

“This, this kid……!”

He came to me with a red face, as if he was so angry that his hair was on end.

Not only that. The knights who had been escorting Orn around him also started to approach me.

Woot woot woot──!

At that moment, the people who had been watching the situation from the surrounding area rushed in and blocked the way between Orun and me.

“I don’t think it would be good to make a fuss in this place, Mr. Chairman.”

“You, you…….”

The private soldiers who stood between me and Orun were none other than private soldiers owned by Pintel.

“Pintel Obradin! What are you doing instead of helping me?”

Orne scolded Pintel loudly. As the chairman of the noble council, his power far surpassed that of ordinary nobles, and Orne, the former head of the four great families, possessed the power to banish even one noble to the outskirts.

However, there was no change in Pintel’s expression. If it were me, I might have felt a little uncomfortable, but it seems that Pintel had weighed things in his own way.

“If you won’t help me, then get out of the way! I need to arrest him right now and hand him over for blasphemy!”

“Calm down, please.”

After that, another person approached.

Colparan Demias, now a bishop and nobleman of the now disbanded 'Order of Dawn'.

You were here too.

It was as if he was hiding like a snake, I couldn't see him very well.

“Colparan……?”

Whether he had some kind of interaction with Colparan or not, a look of doubt, rather than anger, appeared on his right-hand face.

“Even if it’s not an official occasion, isn’t this the funeral of a hero who once represented the empire? I think it’s rude to raise your voice like this, hehe!”

“……Pintel, Colparan! This matter will not be overlooked even by the noble council!”

“If you, as the chairman, are like that, then it must be so.”

Kkeulkeul, Colparan opened his mouth, sweeping his white beard once.

“But, don’t you know?”

“What are you talking about!”

“I’m not defending you, but this situation where I’m defending Yurian. Even if you get caught in the parliament, don’t you think it’s meaningless now?”

Colparan seems to be clearly aware of how the world views him.

Old raccoon.

Never, ever do anything that will harm yourself.

“Right.”

I spoke again, facing the right.

This time I didn't mean to provoke you, so I said as usual.

“Your Majesty, you should be grateful to Brother Herand.”

"what?"

“Brother Herand wants to avoid conflict between family members as much as possible.”

“What are you trying to say!”

“I think that’s why my neck is still attached.”

In fact, there were questions about why Yurian, who did not think well of the 'Cryphat family', kept Ornn alive in the work.

Couldn't the answer to that be Herand?

At least Herand thinks that 'Yurien' is also a family member.

After finishing my speech, I left the funeral home. Behind me, I was staring at Right with anger, but I didn't care.

'It's the end.'

Once again, I felt like looking back, but decided not to.

***

On the way back from the funeral, Colparan and Pintel followed me.

I don't know about Pintel, but Colparan. The fact that this inspiration followed me around means that it has something to say.

Thinking like that, I waited silently for him to open his mouth.

“With this, Pintel, it looks like neither you nor I will ever set foot in the noble council again.”

“It doesn’t matter. It wasn’t a very nutritious place to begin with.”

After I had been silently listening to Colparan and Pintel's story, the content of their conversation began to come to mind.

“Well, what does the noble council have to do with Tenelon now that the New Dawn Society has been formed? Tsk tsk!”

Colparan ran his fingers through his beard and let out a laugh that sounded like a snicker.

It's the new dawn.

They were beating drums and janggu among themselves and making a scene.

“One, if there’s one problem, it would be the ‘demon spirit’ that Tenelon possessed.”

Because it's a demonic spirit, that's why.

“Some of the sect members joined the Dawn Society after seeing its power.”

Colparan does not seem to have the option of founding the 'New Dawn Society' in his mind.

Of course, if the members of the 'Dawn Society' were to disperse, that could also become a problem.

Those who know each other's shortcomings are scattered throughout the world, so I want to bring them back together somehow.

“So, even if we reorganize the ‘Dawn Society’, it will easily fall apart if someone with the ‘Mashinseong’ appears.”

“Don’t worry about that.”

"hmm?"

Colparan turned his head at my words. Let me tell him the truth.

“The Demon Spirit is now…… ugh.”

At that moment, an inexplicable feeling of nausea rose up my throat.

It's hot.

Something began to boil inside my chest.

“Are you okay, Sir Yurian!?”

Pintel approached from the side. It seemed like he was trying to check my complexion, but I pushed him away and made a gesture that it was okay.

'What is it?'

What the hell is going on in my body?

“Wait a minute, I have to stop by somewhere.”

After saying that to Pintel and Colparan, I jumped up and ran out.

Even while running, I still felt an inexplicable nausea and something boiling all over my body.

'crazy!'

It flows down.

The skin is shedding.

I felt that way so strongly that I pulled myself together and headed to an unknown washbasin.

Is this my house?

Before I could even think that far, I checked my face in the mirror.

'It's fine… …but.'

Fortunately, the smiling face remains the same.

“Oh my god, what the hell is going on… Huh?”

Bam── Clang!

Something fell on top of the sink.

It came out of my body. To be exact, it seems like it was spit out by 'Angelica'.

'The bell of the night!'

A holy relic brought from the Holy Land and placed inside Angelica's body. It popped out.