Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 221

Episode 221. Distortion (3)

In any case, it was impossible to let Hemmel go in first.

With his skills, it wouldn't be difficult to break through the traps, and it would be possible to find out what was inside.

If left unattended, there is a chance that everything related to 'Milena' will be burned, which means you may have to carry 'Angelica' in your scabbard for the rest of your life.

'I'm sick of it.'

What a situation I'm in. And, of all things, I don't even have 'mana'.

I know that putting yourself in danger is stupid.

Still, I was walking beyond the stone door that seemed to lead to Milena's lab.

'Is it in front of me?'

I can still feel the presence of people ahead. It seems that it is difficult to just move forward without thinking since there are quite a lot of people.

Thanks to this, it was not difficult to catch up with Hemmel, who was marching at a slow pace.

“……right? Why is a place like this near Lake Tarnan?”

A voice was heard.

I think it's Hemmel's voice.

I turned the corner and looked toward where the voice had come from.

Then, I confirmed that a group of about five people all turned their heads towards me.

An encounter with an enemy that must be defeated.

Since there was no mana left, it might be difficult to engage in combat. I felt a cold sweat running down my back at that thought.

'This situation has no mana.'

Although the conditions are obviously unfavorable, this situation can also have a positive effect.

“……Number 3?”

The absence of 'mana' means that it becomes difficult to distinguish an opponent with the 'naked eye' unless you show their face.

***

Luckily, the body type of the guy called 'No. 3' wasn't that different from mine.

His clothes were comfortable to wear, if not 'completely' on my body. They felt a little tight around the shoulders and arms, but whatever.

'This cloth covering my face is unpleasant, though.'

Yurian's habit of being obsessive-compulsive disorder was in full effect here. An unpleasant feeling kept rising from his lower abdomen, but he could bear it to this extent.

“I thought you were dead, but I guess I was lucky.”

I, wearing the 'Number 3' outfit, listened to Hemmel's words as he approached, and nodded cautiously.

“Yes, I was lucky.”

While answering, I was worried that Hemmel or the others might notice. If they noticed a strange 'feeling' and rushed into battle, I was keeping a close eye on them so that I could quickly cut off Hemmel's head.

“Hmm.”

Fortunately, Hemmel passed without saying anything. He seemed to have no interest in the guy called 'Number 3', or in any of his 'disciples'.

“Number 3, are you okay!?”

“Are you okay, No. 3!?”

In contrast, the 'disciples' seemed to welcome the return of No. 3.

They move around, trying to check where I'm hurt.

"it's okay."

When I told them that it was okay, as they were wearing robes just like me and had their faces covered with cloth, the disciples stiffened and showed a look of bewilderment.

'this…….'

Judging from the reaction, it seems like the guy called 'No. 3' isn't the type of guy who speaks politely to his colleagues.

So what if that happens?

'What should I do when polite speech comes out naturally?'

It would have been nice if the 'Black Knight' character trait had been applied since the face was covered, but since it wasn't a 'mask', it seems that the 'character trait' wasn't activated.

“Why, why are you like that, No. 3?”

“I’m sorry, I feel dizzy…….”

“Oh, yeah!”

As he muttered, as if making excuses, the other disciples nodded as if they understood.

“I’m not feeling well, so it looks like this.”

“Well, I fell into a trap that stole my mana.”

“I can understand being absent-minded.”

Fortunately, it seems like they thought well of me. By the way, that guy called 'No. 3' is usually so foul-mouthed.

“What are you guys doing? I can’t see very well ahead.”

At that moment, I heard Hemmel's voice. I turned my head to see him pointing ahead with his cane, and pitch-black darkness greeted us.

“Whoever steps forward, let us light the way.”

Hemmel's words were tantamount to saying, 'Let anyone die in my place.'

I'm not sure what kind of place this is, but if there were any traps like the one I saw at the entrance, I could easily lose my life.

“Okay, number 3. You go out.”

Hemmel chose me to 'die in his stead'.

'Have you ever seen such a crazy guy?'

Why me of all people?

The guy called 'No. 3' was used at the entrance, so shouldn't we be a little lenient?

'What should I do?'

If we continue on like this, relying only on a single torch in the darkness, we don't know what will happen.

Although he has the holy relic, the 'Ring of the Snow Rabbit', which is the 'key', he is still not sure if it is safe.

'Should I pretend to go out or break it?'

I gently touched the scabbard in my bosom.

“Your abilities are here anyway…….”

“S, Master, I will go out!”

“Number 2, is that you?”

Meanwhile, the guy named Number 2 stepped forward and opened his mouth.

“No. 3 is not in good condition right now. So, I will step forward as I have a slight chance of survival.”

“……Well, I think your abilities will be helpful here.”

“So, wouldn’t you rather do better?”

Hemmel nodded at No. 2's loud voice.

“Okay, go.”

As Hemmel accepted, Number 2 turned his head and met my gaze.

A look of consideration that seems to say, 'You are resting here.'

'It's embarrassing.'

I'm lying to you guys right now.

I started to feel a little sorry for no reason.

To carry out Hemmel's orders, No. 2 began walking down a dark path, relying on only a torch.

I've seen this scene a lot.

Obviously, the ceiling will collapse, or the window will pop out.

If there were no such traps, it would have been a background similar to dereliction of duty.

"……uh?"

But it's quiet. There doesn't seem to be any traps.

“That’s strange.”

Hemmel muttered to himself as he watched the scene.

“Obviously, I can feel the presence of Mana, but why isn’t anything being activated?”

There is a sign of mana.

When I heard that, I thought of the 'Snow Rabbit Ring' that I had in my bosom.

'I guess this is why the trap doesn't activate.'

If I had known this would happen, I would have been better off not joining.

“Come back, Number 2.”

The disciple who was called No. 2 in Hemmel's words has returned to us again.

"thank you."

I bowed my head to number 2 to express my gratitude.

“You don’t have to be thankful. It’s something that should be done.”

Hey, don't say such mean things. Why should I feel that way about those who came to kill me?

“We must survive here. We all have things we want to do.”

I told you not to do it!

***

“……There seems to be no end in sight.”

Just when I began to wonder if I was just going around in circles like a labyrinth, Hemmel opened his mouth.

“Yurien, how far ahead did this guy go? No matter how hard I chase him, I can’t even see his tail.”

This guy is right next to you.

Those words were on the verge of hitting my chin, but I barely held them back.

“What a truly unpleasant place.”

“What was strange, Master?”

“This is a shelter.”

Shelter?

I listened to Hemmel's unexpected opinion.

“A very long time ago, a shelter was created by demon-worshipers who used ‘sorcery’ rather than ‘magic.’”

You worshipped a demon?

I thought it was a story about the Dawn Society, but in reality, the Dawn Society was more like a group that worshipped the power of the 'Mashinseong' rather than a demon.

And, in the 'long time ago' that this guy is talking about, the Dawn Society didn't even exist.

'I see.'

Because it was so large in scale, I questioned the fact that 'Milena' had created such a place, but it seems that was not the case.

The story is that they needed a place to do something secretly, and this was the place they chose.

“The fact that Yurian came here means that he has something to do with that ‘spell’……”

puck!

When the number two walking in front tried to say something, Hemmel hit him in the face with his cane.

“Look ahead. If you take your eyes off things for a second and something bad happens, won’t it be a hassle to clean up?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Wow, you're treating people like objects.

I didn't have any ill feelings toward him, but I felt some unnecessary sympathy for him because of the kindness shown to me by the guy named Number 2 earlier.

'Why do you follow Hemmel?'

That's not really something I'm interested in.

“The road forks in two.”

Let's go a little further, and this time two paths appear.

“No. 3, No. 4, you split up and go check.”

“S, Master!”

Once again, when it seemed like a crisis was coming, No. 2 stepped in to block it.

Although his face was covered in blood from having been hit by Hemmel, No. 2 had no hesitation in opening his mouth.

“How about checking in pairs?”

“Are you talking about two people per group?”

“Yes, wouldn’t that be easier to investigate and have a higher chance of survival?”

"hmm."

Hemmel nodded at No. 2's words.

“Yeah, if everyone dies, I’ll be in trouble too.”

Hemmel agreed, perhaps because he thought it was reasonable.

“Then, No. 2, you go with No. 3. No. 4, go with No. 5.”

As soon as Hemmel's order was given, I started walking down the left path with No. 2.

It was scary to walk down a dark path with only a torch, but somehow I could see clearly ahead of me.

“……How is your condition?”

As I was walking, number 2 spoke to me.

“If you’re not okay, you don’t have to say anything. For now, I’ll take the lead. If there’s a trap, it’ll be easier for me to deal with it since I’m fine.”

It's almost time.

When I felt that I had gained some distance from Hemmel and his party, I thrust my scabbard into the back of the number 2 who was ahead.

"uh?"

"quietly."

Number 2 shows a look of confusion and tries to turn his head.

“If you turn your head, I will kill you.”

He gave him a harsh warning, pulled out the magic wand hanging from his waist, and tossed it aside.