Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 237

Episode 237. Different Dreams

“I, I…….”

I never thought I'd be driven out to the North, not the system.

Oren muttered something that sounded like nonsense at something he could never have imagined.

Left alone, Oren sighed in the still air and got up from his seat.

Couldn't catch it.

Orne always called Yurian a cancer in the family and excluded him from all matters related to the 'Creifart family'.

Even his mother Milena's funeral. Orn had made arrangements to prevent Yurian from attending.

Since he was treated like an outsider in the family, it was impossible to stop Yurian now with the words 'family honor'.

“It’s the end.”

Burying himself in the sofa in the mansion, Orne muttered to himself.

Although I could hear the sounds of people around me, I felt lonely as if I was left alone in the world.

Realizing that his life was in Yurian's grasp, he felt a deep sense of helplessness and discomfort.

'Next is… … .'

There won't be any.

There is nothing left that can be accomplished on one's own, and all one can do is helplessly wait for the dawn to come.

“I guess there’s no choice.”

Oren gave up with a bitter smile. No matter what, the world goes on. Even if he gives up, the family will still be there, and as long as Yurian is not interested in the 'Cryphat family', nothing big will happen.

– “Right.”

Chijijik──.

There was a noise from the mana wave, and then a voice.

Oren took out the 'magic tool' that he had kept in his bosom. It was a magic tool that contained the magic of sound transmission that could transmit voices.

“What’s the matter, Abigail?”

The right opened his mouth calmly.

The voice's identity is Abigail, the emperor's fortuneteller.

She is the one who helped me borrow the power of Hemmel, the three-colored and royal magician.

If it was Hemmel, he was confident that he could defeat Yurian, so Orn's rebuke of Abigail rose to his chin.

“I don’t really feel like talking right now.”

– “I understand it’s late, but I have something I need to tell you.”

As Abigail struck harder than usual, Orne slowly turned his gaze to the magic tool.

– “I want to see the right path.”

***

No matter how much he thought about it, Orne didn't have the power to give Hemmel what he wanted.

The title of "Three Colors" means equal to the Flügel. Although, I was able to obtain cooperation from the old man before because I knew what he wanted, otherwise, it would be nearly impossible to obtain cooperation from the "Three Colors".

After all, once you're in that position, you can reach out and get whatever you want.

'What Hemmel wants is… … .'

Probably not money.

After thinking about it for a bit, the outline began to take shape.

'Is this the disposal of the Flügel?'

As long as the monster wizard Flügel, who has lived for over a hundred years, holds onto the title of 'White', the remaining 'Three Colors' cannot sit on the throne of the Magic Tower.

The remaining one may not be interested in power, but 'Hemmel' is not like that.

'That is the only possibility that Hemmel will cooperate with Orne.'

And, that request cannot be fulfilled by 'Orn Kraphite' alone. It means that there is someone behind it.

'The cooperation of the fortune teller Abigail is certain.'

That much is easy to predict.

It's easy to bring up the topic of 'Flugel', and at the same time, the only person who comes to mind who would cooperate with Ornn is Abigail.

Although its legacy has now faded, the House of Lords was a group of nobles who banded together to protect their authority from the imperial family.

'But, I don't know the reason.'

The 'Witch' cannot touch anyone related to the 'Queen of Thorns'. So, although she did not directly use her hand but rather borrowed the power of others, it is still unclear why Abigail aimed for my neck.

Reason… … Reason… … .

“Is there anything troubling you?”

Zahat noticed my worries and asked how I was doing.

“How did you know?”

I had a question about that. I thought it was a body that didn't really show emotions.

“Your face has darkened. If it has darkened that much, anyone can tell.”

“Was it that much?”

When asked if it was enough to make tea, Zahat laughed heartily.

“How could I look at your face when I can’t even see what’s ahead? It’s just that the atmosphere has changed.”

Oh, that's true too.

“You really have something to think about. I can’t even imagine that you have any problems to worry about.”

I don't know how he usually viewed me, but Zahat was surprised at the person who made me feel 'worried'.

I thought it was so great that I was in awe.

“Sir Zahat.”

I asked Lord Zahat just in case.

“If I were to turn my back on the Empire, would you be able to shed your sword on the noble blood of the Imperial Family?”

After listening to the words, Zahat silently turned his gaze towards me.

Noble blood of the imperial family.

There's no way Zahat wouldn't know what that means.

“What are you thinking when you say that…….”

Even though he couldn't see it, he nodded his head as if he felt that there was no lie in my heart.

“It looks like this isn’t a joke.”

Zahat, who had been thinking for a moment, soon opened his mouth.

“I can help you as long as I don’t die.”

“Are you saying that it’s okay if I’m chased by the royal family, as long as I don’t die?”

“I’m used to the wandering life. Even if I’m chased by the royal family, it’s not much different from when you chased me before, right?”

Zahat continued with a small smile.

“Well, if I get chased again this time, it’ll be better than last time since you won’t be chasing me.”

“Thank you for your kind words.”

“What, I just hope it ends with words.”

Zahat was sincerely praying that the 'what if' situation would not happen. I also hope that 'what if' would not happen.

'The corpse of the demon I saw in the cave under the lake a while ago.'

At first I thought Milena had moved here, but there was definitely an 'imperial' seal on it.

It is clear that someone from the royal family wrote the number so that they could transport the body of the demon and bury it there.

'Emperor Adratan.'

Perhaps, it was the Emperor who personally ordered it. After all, only the Emperor, the head of the empire, could move something as large as the 'corpse of the demon god' without anyone knowing.

‘Are you blinded by the ridiculous idea of immortality again?’

Perhaps Abigail could have done the talking. The current Emperor Adratan was getting older and more shabby, and she was the one who had the biggest stake in it.

'Fortunately, the body itself was buried along with the cave.'

The problem is the 'horn' of the missing demon.

'I can't even ask the Emperor directly.'

It's not some new, exotic suicide method, and asking about it probably won't lead to any major problems.

“For now, I’ll go back. I hope that Your Majesty can use this opportunity to cool off.”

"yes."

“Well, I guess there will be a next time.”

Leaving a word behind, Zahat returned.

As I watched his back, I headed to my bedroom, the place I liked the most, to collect my thoughts.

However, unable to overcome the fatigue that was setting in, I soon fell asleep.

***

"son."

The gentle voice of my mother. As soon as I heard that voice, I knew it was a dream.

Someone hugged my body with a smiling face. I felt warm flesh against my skin, and a smile began to appear on my face.

“I’m sorry. I have to live in such a cramped place, which doesn’t suit my blood type.”

no.

Those words came to my mind, but I couldn't move my jaw easily, as if my mouth had been sewn shut with a needle and thread.

“My son, be strong. Be strong so that this little cage cannot enslave you.”

The warm skin that hugged me begins to gradually fade away.

Even if I try to reach out, this time my feet are stuck to the floor and I can't move.

I tried calling the name. As expected, no voice came out.

“Be strong and don’t be attached to a cage.”

The woman, whose face I can no longer remember, drank something from her glass.

It shook.

After that, I fell to the floor.

“This cage is not your whole world, so break it.”

My eyes met with the fallen woman's. Her eyes, filled with a power stronger than that of any king I'd ever seen, were gradually losing their light and becoming dim.

This isn't an ordinary dream. This is a nightmare. I muttered to myself.

Soon, a voice was heard.

Mr. Yulsis.

At that voice, the body that had been tied tightly with thread and needles gradually began to move.

***

Yulsis woke up.

Outside the window, a large full moon was rising, illuminating the island.

Yulsis, who had gotten up from his seat with his eyes stolen by the eerie scenery, clicked his tongue inwardly.

“Tears…….”

When I brought my hand to my eyes, I felt moisture. It seems that tears were flowing without me knowing while I was having a nightmare.

“Your Majesty Yulsis.”

The boy turned his head at the voice calling him. Then, there was Abigail, the fortune teller and spring witch, bowing to Yules with her head on the floor.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

"huh."

Yules nodded at Abigail's question. After that, he wiped away the tears that had flowed down his face and turned his gaze to Abigail with a cold expression.

“What about the right?”

“I have just arrived and am waiting for you, Yulsis.”

“So that’s why you woke me up.”

As Yules moved slowly, Abigail approached and put her clothes on him.

“It’s cold. If you go out wearing such thin clothes, you might catch a cold.”

“Abigail.”

“Yes, Yulesis.”

Snap──!

Yules' hand struck Abigail's cheek.

Without even a groan, Abigail simply lowered her head once more.

“I feel like I’ve been doing something useless while I was away for a while.”

“……I’m sorry, Yulesis-sama, but I thought that guy would be a nuisance to you……”

“It’s not up to you to set those standards, Abigail.”

sorry.

Once again, when Abigail apologized, Yules glanced at her and walked away.