Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 283

Episode 283: Don't Be Suspect (1)

Before the two princes gathered together in time, Yurian thought while looking at the power of the 'land spiders'.

'The assassins of the Rahman tribe.'

Certainly, as befitting survivors of the harsh Sura Nun Desert, their fighting prowess was extraordinary.

A force that rivals that of ordinary knights. Even better, thanks to the experience gained in the 'Suranoon Desert', he was able to fight more skillfully against 'demons' than the knights belonging to the Knights Templar.

'Besides, you're good at stealth.'

Although running a private organization was still a bit unsettling, we had come too far to be afraid of such things now.

“They are all loyal to Sir Yurian.”

As I was muttering my thoughts about the 'land spider', Pintel came over and whispered.

“These are the ones who will become the servants of Lord Yurian, and will jump into the fire if he asks them to.”

“……But, it would be difficult if I jumped into the fire.”

“Ahem.”

Pintel coughed in vain.

“That’s what I mean. That means I’m loyal to Sir Yurian’s words.”

Loyalty.

Chewing on Pintel's words, I glanced at the kneeling spiders.

'surely.'

Soldiers who can move as I wish. It's not that they didn't exist before, but they've never followed me as a 'unit' like this.

Whether it's 'closed eyes'.

Whether it's Monsignor or not.

Whether it's a bishop or not.

After all, it was possible to use it because it was tied to an organization.

'It'll be a little easier to move my body.'

With that thought in mind, I looked at Pintel. When our eyes met, Pintel politely took a step back.

There is an order. It seems like he understood it just by looking at me.

“His Majesty Yulsis must have prepared several ceremonial sites like this in order to utilize the horn of the demon.”

“Yes, I think so too.”

“It would be okay to search for the use of the resonance stone, but that would take a lot of time.”

Pintel nodded at my words.

“Search the system thoroughly. If you can’t see it clearly, search the slums too.”

“Are you saying that you want to find a ritual room?”

“Yes, I will assign one of the Royal Knights to the search as well.”

“……Royal Knights!?”

Pintel looked at me with startled eyes.

"yes."

“You’re making the Royal Knights your allies…….”

Pintel looked at me with moved eyes. It wasn't that I made you an ally, but you were an 'ally' from the beginning.

That direction is not mine, but the 'Black Knight'.

'hmm.'

I let out a short sigh and looked at Pintel.

'Even this guy wouldn't know the identity of the Black Knight.'

If you knew that the 'misfortune' that blocked your path was you, would you be able to be this loyal?

If that's possible, this guy is one of a kind.

“Why are you doing this, Sir Yulian?”

Pintel asked, sensing my gaze.

“It’s nothing.”

Let's never get caught.

***

Al Hassar, the knight of Colparan's guard, thought.

'Something is wrong.'

It was he who recommended the 'Rahman Tribe' to Yurian. As someone from the same Suraman Desert, he had hoped to help his compatriots.

I accidentally drifted into the Empire, and was lucky enough to fall under Colparan. If I hadn't been so lucky, I would have suffered just like my compatriots in the Suraun Desert.

'I was just lucky. So, let's use this luck to help my brothers.'

Al-Hasar, who cared for his brothers and compatriots, called the 'Rahman tribe' into the empire after the death of Gerard, the 'Devil of the East'.

Somehow, I managed to connect with the 'Yeomyeonghoe' and make it easier for them to enter the country.

For the brothers. And further.

'To help Lord Colparan.'

I definitely thought that way and did that.

“The Liberator has given an oracle.”

Al Hassar thought as he watched the spiders gather together and talk.

'It's so wrong.'

For some reason, the compatriots of the 'Rahman Tribe' who had been brought to the empire were influenced by Yurian.

Looking at him, he called him the 'Liberator', a transcendent being of the 'Suranoon Desert', and showed strong faith to the point of being willing to give up his life for Yurian.

“Hey, come here, old man.”

“Come on, old man!”

Why on earth!?

Al Hassar looked at his brothers reciting the Rahman language with devout voices and wondered.

“Rim Hassar.”

Al Hassar, who could no longer bear it, called out to his only blood brother among his compatriots. When he called out his name, a man with black hair and amber eyes ran out from the crowd.

“What’s the matter, Al Hassar?”

“What orders did Lord Yurian give?”

When I spoke to him as if to comfort his twin brother, Rim Hassar, he clenched his fists and opened his mouth.

“He ordered the disposal of the traitors.”

“Traitors?”

As Rim Hassar nodded vigorously, Al Hassar held out his hand, indicating that he would check the official document from above.

“Only spiders can read this.”

However, Rim Hassar waved his hand and refused.

'As expected, it's strange.'

Although they had not been together for that long, there were no secrets between himself and his twin brother, Rim Hassar.

He refuses to share information because he is not part of the 'land spider'.

“Yes, this is our duty, Al Hassar.”

“Hey, come here, old man.”

The reaction of the other 'Rahman tribe' was the same. They completely shut Yurian's mouths as if they thought his words were part of an oracle.

“You guys are misunderstanding!”

Al-Hasar shouted at his brothers who were blinded by their strange beliefs.

“Lord Yurian is absolutely not our liberator!”

The brothers' faces were crumpled. Nevertheless, Al Hassar continued to shout.

“Where on earth did you get that idea? What prompted it?”

“He killed the devil of the East so that we could live.”

“What a coincidence!”

Is it a coincidence?

Such a question arose in Al Hassar's heart, but he tried hard to deny it, thinking it must have been a coincidence.

“As the de facto ruler of the Dawn Society, you have created a space for us to reside in the land of the Empire, not in the desert of Suranun.”

“They’re just using us!”

By using the power of the 'Dawn Society', they were able to enter the system without any surveillance or verification, but this was to exploit the Rahman tribe.

“Just as the seer Maham-d wrote in the scriptures, he made the Shahatans kneel without any force!”

As his brothers shouted, Al Hassar clutched his head in pain.

The word 'Shahatan' they speak of means 'demon' in the common language of the continent.

“As it is written in the scriptures……?”

"okay!"

“As the seer Maham-d said, the Shahatans knelt before Him as if they were worshipping their own god!”

“That is clear evidence that you are the liberator, Al Hassar, my brother.”

What kind of magic did he use? was the first thing that came to Al Hassar's mind.

‘… … It’s not something that can be persuaded with words.’

Having been given the opportunity to escape the desert of Suranun at a fairly young age, Al-Hasar is less religious than his brothers.

That's why I realized that it was difficult to convince my brothers rationally.

“Don’t trust him too much.”

just.

“Like the liberator of the desert of Suranun, he is not simply noble and pure.”

There is no other way than to leave a warning to my brothers.

***

Al Hassar's twin brother. Sim Hassar knows. His older brother Al Hassar never says useless things.

Because we were apart for so long, I couldn't know about his life story, but he had that kind of vibe and that kind of person.

'What was Al Hassar worried about?'

In fact, neither Rim Hassar nor Yurian believe that Yurian is the reincarnation of the 'Liberator', a legend recorded in the Suraun Desert.

To be exact, it was a half-and-half situation. Nevertheless, the reason I didn't hesitate to help him was because the fact that he helped the Rahman tribe didn't change.

‘… … My head is spinning.’

Rim Hassar closed his eyes for a moment to collect his thoughts.

The 'Liberator' does not force belief. He does not bind anyone in the name of 'faith'. He simply gives them the choice to follow him.

“……It’s horrible.”

And the time for that choice came quickly. While going out to destroy the 'ceremonial hall' under Yurian's orders, a terrible sight caught Rim Hasar's eye.

“Are the wizards of the system left with no humanity left?”

“Not all wizards are like this.”

“Even so……”

There were four ritual rooms secretly installed in the system. The 'land spiders' who went to each place in groups of three were astonished.

A ritual hall called the Hall of Solitude. There, humans were used as food to raise demons.

Even children.

“……Is it for personal glory, or what else are you doing this for?”

“I don’t know either, Rim Hassar.”

Another brother approached Rim Hassar, who was muttering to himself, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“The humans of the Empire, the Shahatans, seem to not have a proper understanding of how dangerous Demons are.”

At his brothers' words, Rim Hassar raised his sword.

“No, you should know better. These people are just blinded by their own personal glory.”

Al-Hasar, my brother, I know that you are not wrong. But to tolerate the misdeeds of these ignorant people is like denying that you are a member of the 'Rahman tribe'.

“I see.”

“The Liberator has brought us to a crossroads.”

As Rim Hassar raised his sword, the assassins and 'land spiders' of the Rahman tribe joined him in preparing for battle.

“What is it, you guys?”

“Wait a minute, what happened to the guards at the entrance… ugh!”

At the moment when the wizards who were completing the Solitude War were confused by the sudden appearance of the spiders, Lim Hasar stabbed the nearest wizard with his sword.

Rather than letting out a final scream, he quietly pushed away the dying wizard, and then something caught Rim Hasar's eye as he was watching the surroundings.

An old stuffed animal, apparently belonging to a captured child, was thrown into a corner.

Rim Hassar's eyes grew cold as he looked at the doll, which was torn here and there and covered in dust.

– “They’re just using us!”

Al Hassar's cry suddenly came to mind. When he heard this from his twin brother, he couldn't answer easily, but seeing the current scene, he was able to give a confident answer.

“We are the instruments of His great cause, and it is the greatest glory of the Rahman tribe.”

It was a small, muttered voice, but the brothers heard it and kicked the ground and ran towards the wizards.

Blood sprayed through the air. The wizards fought back, but they were no match for the killers of the Suranun Desert.

“Come on, old man!”