Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 235

Episode 235. Even the Elders Must Die (2)

The air has become chilly.

Lazrot felt it with his whole body and thought as he looked at the nobleman lying on the ground.

'You, Sir Yulian… … .'

Recently, through training, he has become capable of defeating ordinary people who have not learned martial arts.

I think it was thanks to the good environment and people who could teach me good things that I was able to make great progress in a short period of time.

Yurian could not have been unaware of Lazrot's development.

– “It looks like you’ve been practicing martial arts recently.”

– “Yes…… How did you know?”

– “You can feel it in your breathing and posture.”

It felt great to have someone, someone I respected, notice my growth.

However, I still can't forget the smile Yurian had back then.

– “That’s good. By the way, there’s something you need to do alone.”

A smile that seemed to come at just the right time.

Contrary to rumors from the past, it is known that Yurian is a 'bad guy', but it is difficult to consider him a good guy.

If I had to say, his actions seem business-like compared to his always smiling face.

It is also considered 'natural' to assign dangerous missions to the subordinates under his command.

“That fearless guy… Who is he from?”

“If you don’t have any connections, I’ll hang you on the gallows right now!”

That's why.

– “Your entourage will be offended if you are sent away alone. Someone may cross the line and touch you, Lazrot.”

In this way, Yurian paid no attention to the things that would have been considered dust in the system if he had not been in a relationship with the nobles.

– “Break it and twist it.”

Although he didn't show it on the outside, Lazrot was slightly hesitant about using violence.

He was always the one who was trampled under the feet of the nobles. No, not only him.

The family of the orphanage too.

Friends too.

The director too.

Everyone was wary of the 'nobles' and feared hearing any venomous words coming out of their mouths.

“Kuaaaah… This fu*king son of a bitch…!”

At the thought that such a 'noble' was lying under his feet, a strange pleasure boiled up in Lazrot's danjeon.

'Are you okay?'

For a moment, swept up in such emotions, Lazrot began to fear what would happen in the future.

– “It’s okay. I’ll take responsibility for the rest.”

Of course, it wasn't something I did without thinking. Yurian declared that he would take responsibility for all of this.

– “At this level, they will be able to accept their position for sure.”

There was one thing that worried me. If I were to be punished on the spot, something could happen before Yurian could take responsibility.

“All of you, we have to cut off that bastard’s head right now!”

“Yes!”

– “Probably, no one will punish you on the spot. A noble is a coward who weighs power.”

It was just as he said.

There was only talk of punishment, but no one took the lead.

Yurian.

His shadow was behind Lazrot, and the nobles, fearing it, were reluctant to take action that would tarnish their honor.

'……phew.'

Thank goodness. Lazrot sighed in relief.

I did things because of my faith that was close to faith in Yurian, but I couldn't help but feel fear.

'Really.'

Lazrot looked over the nobles who were just making a lot of noise. Even the nobles who had fallen to the ground by his hand only gave him angry looks and did not respond appropriately.

'It looks ugly.'

I've been afraid of these guys until now.

“Hehehe…….”

Amidst the noisy voices, a faint laughter flowed in.

The one who caused the laughter was Ornn. He looked at the faces of the nobles and Lazrot, then opened his mouth.

“It’s my karma that the only people left around me are these guys.”

"……yes?"

“Right, what is that…….”

When his aides questioned him, Oren sat up from his chair.

Lazrot swallowed his saliva without realizing it at the atmosphere on the right.

A stinging murderous aura that feels like it's piercing your skin. The unique spirit of the Cryphat family also existed in the previous head of the family, Ornn.

“Everyone, go back. I’m going to talk to this guy alone.”

“But, the right way!”

“That guy must be punished right here and now!”

“Surfacing our honor……!”

“I told you to go back.”

When he rebuked him with a stern voice, his aides flinched. After that, the nobles stood up with an indifferent expression and immediately left the reception room.

A quiet silence. Lazrot felt uncomfortable as he felt it with his body.

'scary.'

Even without using private soldiers, the old general named Ornn felt strong enough to easily overcome Lazrot's resistance.

“Did Yurian ask you to make an appointment?”

"yes."

“Tell him that I will personally visit his mansion. I will follow the time given to him.”

Looking at her trembling lips, Lazrot could feel his insides seething.

However, soon that feeling disappeared. Literally, it was a detached attitude. I even felt like I had escaped from the world and was liberated.

“Can I ask you one thing?”

As the strong spirit he had held disappeared and the atmosphere became much lighter, Lazrot asked Ornn without realizing it.

He glared at Lazrot with sharp eyes.

“What is it?”

I thought he would be criticized, but surprisingly, he seemed to not care.

Even though he knew it might displease Orn, Lazrot opened his mouth.

“I saw the records left in the secretary’s office.”

“So, what is it you want to ask?”

“During the war of conquest by His Majesty the Emperor Adratan, it was written that His Majesty the Right was in favor of accepting the northern barbarians.”

As Lazrot had expected, Orne showed a look of displeasure at his question.

However, the aloof atmosphere remains. Lazrot, who would never have asked such a question before, seems to have become insensitive to fear after spending time with Yurian recently.

“Why is such a right-wing gentleman like that now…….”

“Stop talking nonsense and just tell Yurian.”

“I made a slip of the tongue, sir.”

Lazrot bowed his head politely to the tone of Oru that said he would not let him stay quiet if he continued talking nonsense.

'Phew.'

As he left the mansion's reception room, Lazrot's entire body began to relax.

'I almost got into trouble because of my useless curiosity.'

If he had been even a little late in realizing the topic, it would have been impossible for him to leave the mansion on his own.

However, as he read the book about the 'War of Conquest' recorded in the secretary's office, questions continued to arise in Lazrot's mind.

'If we accept the northern immigrants, we can reduce the maintenance costs of front lines like North Pole and use them as a breakwater against demons.'

In the past, it was the right-wing position.

It was clear that he was appealing to human feelings and was not in a position to accept immigrants, but it could be said that he was maintaining a reasonable position.

'How did that person change so much?'

Out of curiosity, Lazrot unknowingly made a slip of the tongue to Orn.

'Stupidly.'

Lazrot reproached himself for his slip of the tongue.

In fact, if it had been the old him, he would have bowed down in front of Orwin for a moment and not even made eye contact, let alone made a slip of the tongue.

'It's good to say what you want to say, but you still have to know when to say it and when not to say it.'

However, Lazrot's fear of 'nobility' seems to have disappeared a little after meeting Yurian.

Maybe, I am learning how to live like a human being.

Lazrot thought.

***

When I close my eyes, the war scenes come to mind vividly.

During the war of conquest against Emperor Adratan, Ornn was a commander in charge of the soldiers in his entourage.

– “Right Commander!”

– “This is a garrison of foreigners!”

– “There are also foreigners inside. Perhaps children and the elderly who couldn’t escape.”

The voices of the soldiers clinging to him stickily. At the same time, with eyes filled with confidence in himself, they called out Orun's name.

Commander.

Right angle.

The next head of the Cryphat family.

The names they were called by were varied, but in the end, they were all the same, and the names they were called by were full of respect.

– “What are we going to do with these savages?”

– “I think it would be a good idea to set fire to the garrison.”

Looking at the northern immigrants who could not escape, Orn was troubled when the soldiers asked him.

One, a moment of hesitation. A boy from an immigrant tribe approached and handed Orun a flower.

A flower with a bluish tint.

The flowers were beautiful. Surely the foreigners thought so too, and that is why they gave them to him.

We can understand, Orn thought.

'They are not barbarians, but foreigners. Do not burn the garrison, but lead them to the North Pool.'

The biggest gaffe of my life.

In fact, the blue flower the boy gave was a medium for 'spells', a catalyst to easily spread magic and curses.

– “Please, spare my life, Commander!”

– “My body is a demon, a demon……!”

– “My legs won’t move! My legs!”

While personally killing his own soldiers who were being demonized by the 'sorcery' of the North and clearing out the abandoned garrison, Ornn looked at the corpse of the boy who had given him the flowers and thought to himself.

'Immigrants. No, barbarians cannot understand.'

They are neither objects of acceptance nor beings that can be embraced.

They cannot be used as a breakwater for demons. They must be treated as equals to demons.

'That thought still remains the same.'

Oren, who was reminiscing about the past, slowly opened his eyes.

In his sight was a man with a smiling face sitting.

“Did you say you had something to say?”

A son born from a concubine of a 'barbarian' that his own son, Oben, detested. Orne nodded in response to Yurian's question.

“The shame of the Criphard family.”

Despite the harsh words that were suddenly spoken, Yurian's smiling face did not change.

“The tumor of the family.”

All I can do is laugh and listen to what the right-hand man says.

“Son of a savage.”

Still no change.

“After kicking me out of the system, are you planning to roast my family?”

I know that the noble council is plotting to send me north. It is probably a plan that came from the head of 'Yurian'.

Currently, the evaluation of Yurian in the 'Cryphat family' has changed from before.

If he, who was probably the biggest opponent, were to disappear from the system, Yurian would be in a position to even aim for the head of the Cryphat family.

“There seems to be some misunderstanding. I had nothing to do with transferring Orun Kyung to the North. Hehe.”

Yulian laughed with a sarcastic smile.

When I faced it, my anger rose to the top of my head, but my old self did not have much strength to resolve it.

“As long as I live, I will not stand by and watch the barbarians trample upon my family.”

The only thing that can be used is a body that was piled up while crossing the battlefield.

Thinking so, Orun jumped up from his seat.

With the mindset that I can pull out the sword tied to my waist at any time.