Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 278

Episode 278. Tightening Breath (1)

Herand looked at Yurian with surprised eyes. The words that came out of his mouth were a bit difficult for him to understand.

Inertia spoke. I thought that the relationship, which had become entrenched and had lost its elasticity, was just waiting for the right moment to break.

“Okay, let me say it again……”

Herand stopped talking and winced due to the pain in his throat. Yurian stood up from his seat as he watched Herand like that.

“It is exactly as you heard.”

Yurian opened his mouth with the nuance of, “Since you’ve already heard it, is there a need to ask again?”

“You told me, brother? The position of Speaker of the House of Lords has become vacant, and Lord Oben has taken up the position.”

Herand nodded.

“So, if I refuse, there is no one else who can lead this family but you, my brother.”

You want me to go?

Herand thought of himself as someone who could grasp the subject matter, even if he had no other talents.

That's why he knows better than anyone else that he is too small to sit in the position of head of the Cryphat family.

“There is no one else who can take this seat than you, my brother.”

Of course, Yulian added.

“Are you not the kind of person who would even embrace the smiling executioner, the last of the human race?”

Looking at Yurian, who was using derogatory terms to put himself down, Herand tried to say, "I just did it because we're family."

“Well then, I will rise and go, my lord. I am sure you are not feeling well, so there is no need for me to pick you up.”

Showing the arrogance of bringing up the subject of 'welcoming' the patient, Yulian walked out of the room.

“Milena’s funeral.”

Yulian stopped walking for a moment.

“You don’t have to feel too guilty about what happened back then.”

How could that be? The words came to Herand's lips.

One, Yurian left the room without listening. As the silence settled in, Herand began to feel his emotions welling up.

Tears fell onto the blanket. He couldn't tell if they were from guilt or not, but Herand couldn't control the waves of emotions that were overflowing.

“Tongue, bro?”

Joshua, who had come in without anyone noticing, looked at Herand with surprised eyes. He approached Herand with a puzzled face and asked.

“Are you in so much pain that you burst into tears as soon as you wake up?”

Herand nodded.

"okay……."

***

Oben, the current head of the Kraipart family, stopped by the mansion to visit Herand after hearing that he had been injured.

“It looks like something happened.”

As Oben walked down the wide hallway, he headed towards the room where Herand was recuperating. His escort knight, Ehark, opened his mouth to speak to him.

“What if another noble caused the harm?”

“How can I do that?”

Oven answered Ehark's question with a blunt expression.

“We need to tell them why we are one of the four great families.”

“Didn’t you say earlier that it was a confusing situation and that we had to try to avoid being noticed as much as possible?”

“Examples are important, Ehark. If we don’t destroy them when someone is hurting us, the reputation of the ‘Clan Cryphat’ will fall to the ground.”

Ehark nodded to Oben's words, which made sense. In fact, he had guessed that his master would not back out of the 'blood feud with the family'.

Although he was a bit quirky and had some quirky corners, Oben was leading his family well as the 'head of the household'.

Although he didn't pass the test as a 'father'.

"hmm?"

As Oben, who was walking, stopped, Ehark also stopped in his tracks.

A man was walking in front of me. It was a face that Ehark recognized.

“Yurien!”

Oben, who had noticed first, ran towards Yurian. The figure of ‘Gajoo’, who had been talking seriously just a moment ago, was no longer visible.

“Did you meet Herand? Didn’t he have something to say to you?”

As Oben approached with a lively attitude, Yurian paused for a moment.

'Nothing like the last time will happen again.'

It's hard to spit in a smiling face. Ehark was at a loss at the thought of Yurian's attitude.

Kkudangtang──!

Instead of spitting in his smiling face, Yurian grabbed Oven's hand and threw him to the floor.

“Ugh.”

A groan escaped Oben's lips. Startled, Ehark tried to rush forward, but Yurian raised one hand to stop him.

I don't intend to cross the line any further here.

Yulian hinted at that, but at the same time.

'Can you beat me?'

The spirit flowing out of his body spoke volumes.

“I’m glad you’re so consistent, Lord Oben.”

Kkuddeuk.

As Yurian put more force into his hand, Oben's face began to scrape against the floor.

In pain, Oben tried to move his body, but he was held captive by an overwhelming force and could not move.

“Why, why are you like that, Yurian……!”

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

Smiling, Yurian pushed harder. From the solid wooden floor, increasingly strange sounds could be heard.

“Didn’t you come to visit Brother Herrand in the hospital?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“For something like that, your first greeting was predictable.”

Yurian has a clue. The reason Herand came to see Yurian is because 'Oven' was blowing a strange wind.

They say that by establishing him as the 'head of the household', they are trying to somehow block the current ominous atmosphere.

“If it were me, I would have asked about Brother Herand’s well-being first.”

After finishing speaking, Yurian let go of the hand that was holding Oben.

Once, Yurian straightened his clothes, smiled, and passed Oven.

'hmm.'

Ehark looked at Yurian, who was overly emotional. Despite his words, his expression did not change.

The resentment towards my family. It was to the point where I couldn't feel it anymore.

“You’re free.”

Oven, who had fallen to the floor, muttered.

“I think so.”

Ehark also agreed with Oben's words.

“I think it’s safe to say that any negative feelings toward the family have disappeared.”

“It seems like you still hate Master Oven.”

“So, I became more scared.”

Oven got up from his seat and dusted himself off.

“When he just threw me out, Yurian didn’t act ‘emotionally.’ Rather, it almost felt like he was lecturing me.”

“What does that matter?”

"haha."

Oven smiled awkwardly.

“The power to destroy the ‘Clan Cryphat’ has been acquired. That is what Yurian came to think.”

As he turned his head and spoke, dusting himself off, Ehark seemed convinced.

Yulian is not an idiot. Contrary to malicious rumors, he is not one to cross the line when it comes to his relationships with nobles.

He threw Oben, the head of the Cryphat family, one of the 'Four Great Families', to the ground and gave him a vicious warning.

I didn't even feel any hesitation.

As if he thought the 'Cryphat family' were no longer his rivals.

“Even if it’s a mistake, Yurian has the power to think that way.”

Oven let out a sigh and smiled.

“It was a failure to make Yulian the head of the household, but it looks like Herand did a good job.”

Looking at Oben smiling with satisfaction, he may not be a good 'head of household', but he is a poor 'father'.

Ehark thought so.

***

After causing a commotion at the Cryphat household, I headed straight to the mansion.

Although my physical condition wasn't that good, perhaps because my monstrous healing power was fully in effect? The pain began to subside quickly, making the size of the wound seem insignificant.

'They say that when people overcome a life-threatening crisis, they actually become stronger.'

It was a saying that was dismissed as a joke in the past, but now that I think about it, it seems to be true.

Every time I returned from a near-death experience, I felt my emotions become a little dull.

“Lord Yurian.”

As we arrived at the mansion yard, Pintel, who had been waiting, approached me. He greeted me, then slowly approached me and handed me a sword.

A strong body has a strong soul.

A scabbard used by the swordsman Haydn Reich. Inside was the 'Moon Jang Sword.'

This is the sword and scabbard that were thrown when fighting Aihan.

“Thank you, Sir Pintel. I thought it would take a day or so, but you came right away.”

“Don’t mention it. I just did what I had to do.”

Although he said it was nothing, Pintel shivered. Why on earth was he doing that? He thought to himself, but he tried his best to ignore it and asked again.

“What's it like inside?”

“Yes, as Sir Yurian said, it seemed like some kind of ritual was in progress. According to the spiders we sent in, the royal seal was occasionally visible.”

Of course, it wasn't my imagination. Yulsis was creating a ritual room in the 'underground waterway'.

That too.

'The Battle of Solitude.'

This is what Haydn Reich, the blacksmith, created when he fled to the Holy Land.

Of course, it doesn't seem like they're on the same level. Haydn Reich wanted to create a body that could house the 'Mashinsung', but 'Yulsis' was purely for the purpose of destroying the empire.

'Same action, but the direction is so different.'

Clicking my tongue inwardly, I turned my gaze to Pintel.

“I think it is time for Your Majesty the King to learn his place. What do you think, Lord Pintel?”

When I asked Pintel, instead of answering, he looked at me with eyes filled with emotion.

As he was thinking that he might even shed tears, Pintel waved his hand in the air.

As if his gesture was a signal, people began to feel around them.

“I will send you a spider.”

Are they ground spiders? It's the first time since I met them when 'Tennellon' was causing a ruckus.

'It feels like the number has increased?'

The number of people had increased significantly since the last time I saw them. Among them were strong men of the level of 'Monsignor'.

'That's right.'

In the first place, 'Closed Eyes' is a private organization and should not be used.

'hmm.'

If you think about it, it's fine as long as you don't get caught. No, even if you do get caught, since you're currently under the power of the 'New Dawn Society' and the protection of 'Kaldrak', it won't be a big deal even if you try to get away.

'I told you I became insensitive.'

Let's pay a little more attention to this part.

“I will show Sir Yurian how strong their loyalty is!”

Check your loyalty.

Actually, I don't really like the word 'loyalty'.

Think about it.

What happened to Tenelon, who had been so devoted to 'loyalty'?

“Loyalty is an illusion. Just bring results. That’s all I’ll listen to.”

"yes!"

Pintel began ordering the gathered 'spiders' to find the 'underground waterway' and destroy the 'solitary battle'.

“Lord Yurian, what will you do with the people in charge of the ceremony?”

Before proceeding with the work, Pintel asked me for confirmation.

Because I'm related.

“If you want, there might be a way to capture them all alive.”

“Is it really necessary to do that?”

I was a little surprised at myself for saying such words so indifferently, but the time had come for me to completely suppress Yulsis.

“I think just one person I can talk to will be enough.”