Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 238

Episode 238. White and Five Colors (1)

“Meet the little sun of the empire.”

With the utmost courtesy he could muster, Orn knelt before the object before him.

Although he was a man with sky-high self-esteem due to his life, the people he was respecting were those who were at the top of the imperial power.

Julius de Adratan.

The fourth prince of the empire glanced at Orn once and smiled.

“There’s no need to be so polite, right? It’s between you and me!”

Yules grabbed both of his right shoulders and smiled again.

It was a bright smile befitting his age, but cold sweat began to form on the forehead of the person watching it from the front.

“But Orun Kyung? It’s true that I owe Orun Kyung, but I still have to say this.”

The laughter that was like a small sun stopped, and a cold wind and rain began to blow.

“I told you not to do anything useless.”

Kwak.

As Yulsis tightened his grip, Orin's body trembled.

“I know that the right-hand man sees Yurian as a thorn in his side, but I told you over and over again, don’t touch Yurian.”

"sorry."

“He’s strong. If you try your best, it wouldn’t be impossible to defeat him, but you know that the world doesn’t always go the way you want it to, right?”

In response to Yulsis's subsequent words, Orne simply bowed his head politely.

“Did you say that there was a crisis of being driven out to the North due to a resolution passed within the noble council?”

At Yulsis' question, Orne raised his head in hopes of finding out.

The power to cover up this incident as if it never happened. That is in Yulesis' hands.

“Don’t expect too much, Kyung-eun.”

However, the innocent voice of Yulsis that could be heard instantly dashed Oru's hopes.

“My head is boiling, so I think it would be best to cool off in the cold northern wind for the time being. That’s what I think.”

No complaints, right?

When he added that, Orun lowered his head.

Orne, who had been dragging his heavy body and greeting Yulsis politely as he had when he first met her, took heavy steps.

“It seems that the noble council will no longer be of any help to you, Yules.”

As Orn disappeared, Abigail, who had been silently watching the situation, opened her mouth.

“I knew it. I don’t need those old guys’ help anyway.”

With an innocent smile, Yules shrugged his shoulders.

“Father is already sick and possessed by delusions, right? Since he has followed the planned procedure, Orneun…… Well, I guess it doesn’t matter if he goes north.”

Abigail nodded to Yules' words. Yules, who was watching her like that, looked at Abigail with worried eyes.

The sunny smile disappeared, and a solemn expression took over Yulsis' face.

“I’m sorry about earlier, Abigail.”

“What do you mean, Yules?”

“I mean, I gave you a handjob.”

Yules touched Abigail's swollen cheek with his small hand.

A smile like the sun.

Warm words.

Innocent eyes.

His actions, reminiscent of spring, were warm enough to melt even a frozen heart, but Yulsis's hand that touched her cheek was as cold as hardened wax.

However, the coolness actually felt reassuring. The warmth of her flushed cheeks gradually subsided under Yules’ cold hand.

“It happened because I didn’t understand Yules’ thoughts. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Thank you for saying so.”

There was no joy or sorrow in Yulsis's words. Because of this, he seemed like a doll without emotions, but his eyes held one clear consciousness.

***

After gathering my thoughts, I took a step forward to resolve the questions I had last night.

The destination is Magic Tower. The person you wish to meet is the 'white' sage, Flügel.

'The corpse of the demon, the imperial seal embedded in it.'

Although I don't have any concrete evidence, I believe that the 'Remains of the Demon God' were brought in by Emperor Adratan.

However, it is not dangerous because it does not have a 'horn'. It has been proven to be harmless at a point where the remnants of evil thoughts do not swarm in the place where the 'Mashin's remains' are located.

'So where did those horns go?'

Clearly, the help of wizards would have been needed to move the 'harmful'. I think Flügel would be at the center of it all.

'Did you bring one that didn't have horns to begin with, or did you have one but lost it?'

You need to know that.

If the 'Horn of the Demon God' were to spread throughout the world, the entire continent would end up like a 'North Pool' outpost.

We must live our lives always trembling in fear of the danger of demons, never knowing when we will die.

'Is that still the case?'

Well anyway.

It is not a good sign when several 'horns of the devil' are scattered.

I don't intend to show heroism and stop it, but I think it would be good for my reputation to find out at least the process.

“Lord Yurian, who have you come to see?”

As I arrived at the entrance to the tower and went inside, someone who appeared to be an employee spoke to me.

“I have some business for Miss Meyer.”

Of course, I have some business to attend to with 'Flugel', but for now I decided to proceed step by step, like taking the stairs.

“You mean Miss Meyer, Master Flügel’s disciple? Please wait a moment. Since you are currently being trained by Master Flügel, I would like to ask you a question.”

“Since I came with a prior arrangement, you don’t have to ask.”

When I smiled and said that there was no need to ask, the employee seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then nodded.

Allowing me to enter, I walked towards where the elevator to the top of the tower was located.

'It looks like Flügel is doing a great job as a teacher.'

After pressing the elevator button and giving in to the feeling of floating, I soon arrived at the top floor of the tower.

“Ugh.”

When they came face to face with me, several wizards sighed without even hiding it.

Well, it has all the elements that high-ranking magicians would hate.

Due to the nature of magicians who receive bribes, they have no choice but to avoid 'royal institutions'.

Since he has a reputation as a ‘knight’, his social status must also be burdensome.

'And that's not all?'

There may have been other circumstances, but I didn't care and headed to Flügel's personal laboratory.

"……hmm."

Arriving at Flügel's lab, I took a quick look around.

I haven't been inside yet, but the first thing I notice is the shards of glass on the windows.

Besides, the tools are scattered around in a mess, as if there had been a fight.

'Can I come in?'

Tsupa Papa Pat──!

While I was pondering such questions, I felt the energy of mana overflowing.

The mana was directed towards the broken glass shards. They absorbed the mana flowing out from inside the lab and then stuck to the window again.

Soon, the broken window became a good window.

Clang──!

As the window was restored, a magic wand emerged through it.

“Damage? Damage!? You crazy disciple! Damage!?”

“Then, it looks like you won’t be able to avoid it! If you get hit, it’ll hurt a lot, or you’ll fall over!”

“No matter how trashy something is, a disciple must humbly accept it!”

“How can you be a master who beats your disciple like a dog, you crazy old man!”

“Love is the best!”

Boom, boom.

Inside the lab, the voices of Flügel and Meyer echoed over and over again.

I looked at the tumultuous scene with my eyes, and turned my gaze to the two broken windows.

Did you repair it in order to break it?

***

There was a commotion, but the argument between Flügel and Meyer quickly died down as soon as I showed up.

Meyer's body and face were covered in bruises. He glanced at his staff from time to time to see if it had been hit or if it had moved.

Likewise, Flügel's body was not normal. His robes were torn and bruised in many places, and his wrinkled face seemed to have some bruises.

Since Meyer also has a personality, it seems he didn't get beaten up unilaterally.

“Sir Flügel.”

“What is it?”

The blunt speech of Flügel. This old man, who has lived for many years and has accumulated only eccentricities, has a strong appearance of not wanting to get close to people.

However, I don't think they'll kick me out like other people. I feel like I'm being respected.

“Those trees…….”

I came here because I had an important question, but before I ask that, there is one question I would like to clear up.

That's right, it's the trash that's piled up like logs behind the flugel.

“Was it a cane?”

At my question, Flügel frowned and clicked his tongue.

“Meyer, that girl is stronger than I thought. She doesn’t listen to me at all.”

Although he spoke bluntly, it seemed as though he had no complaints about me introducing him to Meyer.

Certainly, it seems that Flügel's impression has improved a little since he took Meyer as his disciple.

Even the flow of 'Mana' felt more gentle than when we first met.

A meeting of genius and genius.

Thanks to this, they are inspiring each other and creating amazing synergy.

‘… … But that cane.’

Isn't that a lightning-struck tree called Byeokjomok?

The average wizard would spend a fortune to buy a wall-mounted wand.

'Someone is using it as a club.'

As I was sticking my tongue out at the absurdity of the gap between the rich and the poor, Flügel stroked his beard once and opened his mouth.

“So, what is it all about?”

Because he came so suddenly, Flügel's reaction was not favorable.

“I have come to ask you something, Sir Flügel.”

“What is it?”

“Buried beneath Lake Tarnan.”

Lake Tarnan.

As soon as that name was mentioned, the atmosphere in Flügel changed in an instant.

Meyer, who was watching the situation from nearby, also seemed to be cowering.

“……What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you know?”

Judging from the reaction, it seems that the thing buried underground and the Flügel are related.

“The remains of the demon.”

As I spoke clearly and without hesitation, Flügel's eyes became sharp.