Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 227

Episode 227. Ominous Will (4)

A magician who is exclusive to the royal family and has reached the level of the Three Colors. Once Hemmel took over Yurian's work, the ending was set in stone.

He is a useless piece of trash in the 'aristocratic' society, and a malignant tumor of the 'Cryphat family'. It is impossible for him to stand up to a wizard like 'Hemmel'.

“You don’t have to worry too much. Right.”

“Yes, even though Yurian was a disciple of the Sword Master, wasn’t he excommunicated?”

“Even that swordsman is now dead. If the master was not invincible, how insignificant must his disciple be?”

It stings.

When one of his aides disparaged Geumseong, Orne glared at him with sharp eyes.

“That…… that…….”

“Even though you are dead, you are a star that fell for the empire. Don’t talk nonsense in front of me.”

"sorry……."

As a member of the Kreiphart family and as a prosecutor, Ornn does not ignore Haydn Reich's accomplishments as the 'Sword Master'.

Even though he was exiled, he would not disappear. I truly respected him, and that was why I attended his unofficial funeral.

“Anyway, since Sir Hemmel is gone, I’m sure everything will be fine.”

“What we need to think about is the future of the royal family.”

“……That witch bitch is treating Emperor Adratan like her own servant.”

Those close to him in the noble council began to voice their concerns, putting aside the priority of 'Yurian'.

It's not that the right side isn't aware of this point.

Abigail the fortune teller.

From the moment she entered the imperial palace, the emperor's mind began to deteriorate.

There are also nobles who must keep the imperial family in check.

The imperial family also had to keep the nobles in check.

It was a part where everyone thought as one.

“In that sense, it would be wiser to worry about what Abigail will do in the future rather than worry about Yurian, who will be dealt with now.”

“Yes, I think it would be foolish to leave all our capital to her.”

Despite the advice of his close associates, Yurian began to wander through Orui's mind.

If it had been easy to handle, would I have been able to survive this desperately?

no.

At the same time as that thought, his premonition became reality and began to appear as signs.

“Oh, my lord.”

The butler approached him with a look of confusion on his face. Looking at his face, Orun began to feel uneasy inside.

“What's going on?”

Just as I was about to ask about the reason, a familiar face walked up behind the butler.

“Yurien…….”

As soon as Oren said his name, the surroundings became quiet.

Until now, those who had been saying that there was no chance of Yurian's return could not hide their bewilderment at the sight of his face returning unharmed.

'Yurien'.

Now that the 'Laughing Executioner' has returned alive, he can be held accountable for the stories we shared here.

If he is a person of that level, he will have a way to survive even if he is pointed at the tip of that sword.

But, can a mere nobleman like them save his neck from the point of a sword pointed at him?

The nobles couldn't even imagine it.

“Oh my, is it okay for you to be this busy? You’re so diligent, even for someone your age, Sir Orun.”

Yurian entered the reception room and looked around with her characteristically mischievous smile.

There was no emotion in it, but no noble met his gaze.

“……How are you here?”

Considering Orun's personality, he would have been furious just from Yurian coming to his mansion.

The nobles thought that the reason he had such a calm voice must have had something to do with 'Hemmel'.

“Hmm, wouldn’t the Lord know that better than me?”

Thud, thud.

Yurian, who approached as if swimming while receiving attention from those around her, sat down in the remaining seat.

“Would you please leave for a moment? Sir, I have something to talk to you alone.”

Even as he blurted out the words for them to leave, Yurian glanced at the faces of all the nobles gathered there.

The nobles felt a chill as if they were bruised by that gaze.

'I memorized your face.'

'That's Yurian. Definitely… … .'

Everyone was trying to figure out a way to overcome this situation, but no one could easily say it out loud.

I had no choice but to leave, helpless, like a flock of sheep being dragged to the slaughterhouse.

“He asked me how I got back here.”

“I was just doing what I had to do. Your Majesty, you know my personality, don’t you?”

Yulian's face turns to the right. Then, a smile that tears even more.

“I knock down everything that blocks my path. That’s how I’ve lived until now.”

With such a strong response, Orne could easily predict Hemmel's life or death.

“So, what do you plan to do?”

Orne asked more calmly than expected. He would know how 'Hemmel' came to Yurian.

Whether or not an interrogation was conducted.

Even if you made a prediction.

Not that either, I just collected information.

In the end, Ornn could easily predict that the 'smiling executioner' would come to him if he returned alive.

“What can you do?”

And even if you come back.

“Don’t you know why you were given the derogatory nickname ‘Prason’?”

He knows that the tumor called 'Yurien' cannot touch his own body.

“I know. The great achievements that the Right Lord has accomplished are so great that a half-noble like me cannot even touch them.”

Shh.

Yurian's smile is distorted.

At first, he was full of confidence, but the moment he saw that face, he felt a cold sweat running down his back.

“But it is time to get off that heavy butt that has been sitting on that accomplishment, sir.”

A sober warning.

“Are you planning to kill me here and now?”

“How could that be? I am not that savage.”

He's not a savage.

Right knows. The reason why Geomsung and Yurian completely split up.

It would be a misnomer to say that he was not 'barbaric' for annihilating a village despite the opposition of the blacksmiths.

“I can only say that I want you to watch the power that you have built up until now disappear with your own eyes.”

With those words, Yurian stood up from his seat.

A strange fear passed over his right cheek. It didn't occur to him that the monster had come here to talk nonsense.

'warning?'

I don't know that either.

If he had just drawn his sword and started causing a ruckus, it would have been understandable as a behavioral mechanism.

“Oh, Sir, I forgot to ask this.”

Oren prayed that Yurian's appearance would disappear from his sight at any moment, but he ground his teeth inwardly as he watched him add a word.

“Hasn’t someone in the imperial family been closely following the North recently?”

At Yurian's question, something immediately came to mind, but he just laughed.

“I see you know something.”

As if he had noticed something in that regard, Yurian said.

“I will ask you again soon. When that time comes, Your Majesty, even if you don’t want to talk, you will have to spit it all out.”

Yurian, who had been talking strangely, finally escaped the mansion on Orun.

“That damn bastard…….”

He was the only man in the living room, his right hand clenched his fist and his lips trembled.

Yulian came back to life.

I actually had that in mind.

What's more annoying is the fact that he suddenly showed up here, talking to the nobles, and smeared his own face.

'Whether you come back or not, I know that you cannot even touch my body with your fingertips.'

No matter how arrogant and hypocritical Yurian is, as long as he is in the 'system', there are certain means by which he can move.

The derogatory term 'Prason' is a shackle for that.

No matter what I do, it will only be for my 'family'.

It is a measure taken to prevent anyone from showing their fangs to themselves.

'How can a guy like that come here and act like a brat?'

It was so absurd that I couldn't help but laugh. At the same time, I felt a surge of emotion again at the thought of Yurian having set foot in this place.

No matter what you do, I won't budge. Rather, you'll be the one who gets broken.

***

Confidence in one's accomplishments to date.

Although he had lived his life with an unwavering stance, it was not too long before his sky-high pride began to waver.

"……what?"

Orne, unable to hide his embarrassment at his aide's words, asked him back.

The aides were terrified by the old man's sharp eyes.

“Can you say it again right now?”

A rebuke like a wall of force from the right flew towards him, and the aide who had been hesitating and unable to open his mouth easily was startled and said.

“That, that… a new resolution has been proposed in this noble council.”

The right hand remained silent and listened.

“Let’s abolish the current chairmanship of the noble council and change the way the council is led by electing five representatives as before…….”

BAM──!

Oren, who had been listening, slammed the table hard.

The aide who saw that sight swallowed his saliva with a face full of tension.

“Whose mouth is saying that?”

“Nose, this is Sir Colparan.”

Colparan, that old raccoon.

The swear words rose to the right of his chin, but he barely held them back while shaking his fist.

“Still, the motion wouldn’t have passed. I knew all along that that old raccoon had a grudge against me.”

Although it was the first time he had moved so directly, Orn had already guessed that something like this would happen.

“That, that…….”

Looking at his aide who was trailing off, Orun felt that there was something wrong with him.

“The motion has now been passed…… The only thing left is the confirmation of the Hon. Oren.”

"what!?"

The moment he heard that, Oren felt dizzy.

Before he knew it, the power he had built up until now had been divided into five parts, and a situation was unfolding before his eyes where he could no longer control even one part of it.

So, what we are hearing here now is not a 'compilation of information' but a 'one-sided notification'?

'Colparan, this little bastard… …!'

It looks like you've been moving underwater with great determination.

"……no way."

Then suddenly, the relationship between Colparan and 'Yurien' came to mind.

On the day of the funeral of the Black Swordsman, Colparan was protecting Yurian. Now that I think about it, it wasn't a normal relationship.

– “I will ask you again soon. When that time comes, Your Majesty, even if you don’t want to talk, you will have to tell me everything.”

Yulian once said this:

He said he would destroy everything he had built and come back again.

'Is that what you meant… …!'

Oren bit his lip hard. The red blood flowing from his mouth began to soak his chin, but he couldn't even feel the pain because of his anger.