Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 292

Episode 292. The Prince and the Demon King, the Vessel (1)

I wondered if Pintel could stop the triangle demon, but I felt relieved after seeing Pintel's 'dagger magic' just now.

The guy had definitely grown. I wasn't taught anything or given any special tools, but I was sure of it.

– “Kuaaaah!”

As we got closer to the center of the palace where the 'Demon King' was, the number of demons with 'horns' began to increase rapidly.

Naturally, it was more powerful than the previous small demons, and its slight intelligence was starting to annoy me.

“Risaq, take the left, Lehard, take the right.”

Fortunately, I wasn't alone. If it had been like this, I would have had a hard time getting through those demons, but thanks to the assassins of the 'Rahman Tribe', the hassle was reduced.

“Ugh……!”

Of course, the horned demons' resistance was not weak. Even for Rahman's assassins who had gained experience in the Suraun Desert, it was difficult to avoid getting injured when several demons larger than 'one' attacked.

'Still, is it over with just one groan?'

In the meantime, what was scary was the attitude of the 'ground spiders'. Even when they were wounded, they would let out a sound of pain and then cut down the demons as if nothing had happened.

'What a scary bunch of guys.'

As I fixed the mask on, I thought to myself.

***

As he advanced, slaughtering countless demons, Rim Hassar suddenly began to have a question.

'Why are we here?'

What are you here for?

Such a question crossed Rim Hassar's mind.

'Why did Lord Pintel make us escort Iza?'

Now that Yurian is gone, the first priority for the 'Land Spider' to protect is none other than Pintel.

However, Rim Hassar could not ignore his orders, so he started escorting the 'Black Knight' in this way.

When you receive an order, carry it out.

That was the promise I received from Pintel, and it was the reason I was able to escape the Suraun Desert.

'But, should we just watch our Rahman tribesmen suffer for the sake of someone who has nothing to do with them?'

There was a moment when I felt that I could not understand Pintel's actions at all.

– “Kuaaaaaaah!”

“Risak!”

The two-horned demon lunged at one of the spiders. Rim Hasar let out a cry as he saw his comrade fall to the ground after being hit by his attack.

Just as he was about to move to help, another demon came into Rim Hassar's sight.

“Ugh.”

It was a difficult situation to help. At that moment, the 'Black Knight' kicked the ground and cut off the two-horned horn in an instant.

– “Kururururuk!”

The demon screamed in pain. Paying no attention to it, the black knight turned around in midair and kicked the demon far away.

“Be careful.”

The black knight reached out his hand to the fallen 'land spider' with cold words. Grabbing the hand, the injured land spider got up.

“One of you, help this spider. You can go back like this. Pintel will understand.”

It was a seemingly indifferent story, but the content inside was for the spiders.

As the injured spider rose up, groaning, another one clung to him to support him. Seeing this, the black knight headed straight inside.

***

As he watched the black knight advance through the palace, Rim Hassar felt a sense of foreboding.

'I'm familiar with it.'

For some unknown reason, I began to feel a sense of familiarity with the 'Black Knight'. That doubt began to grow to the point where it overshadowed my curiosity about Pintel's name just a moment ago.

'Where have I seen it?'

The source of these feelings is the swordsmanship of the 'Black Knight'.

His tactic and the way he wields his sword. The moment I saw it, someone came to mind. However, the outline is not clear.

“As expected, the assassins of the Rahman tribe are very experienced.”

While he was gathering his thoughts, the 'Black Knight' who was moving forward muttered to himself.

A sense of foreboding.

A strange feeling of unease.

It was just a little while ago that the outlines of the 'Black Knight' began to take shape.

'no.'

At first, Rim Hassar denied the idea that came into his head.

But, that pintel.

When he thought that the proud Pintel Obradin would break his will and help the 'Black Knight', his doubts began to turn into certainty.

"glass……!"

The name was right under his chin, but Rim Hassar could barely hold it in.

Why did Yurian show up hiding his identity? It's not easy to guess. However, if it's 'Yurien'.

'If that is what the Liberator thinks.'

There must be a reason.

That was why Rim Hasar kept his mouth shut. There was no way a mere mortal like himself could understand the thoughts of a transcendent being like the 'Liberator', and even if he did, he could not help.

'We are merely tools of the Liberator.'

With that thought, Rim Hassar clenched his fists and kicked the ground.

The demon that was blocking the black knight was cut down with such force that the veins stood out.

– “Kyaaaaah!”

The black knight hesitated for a moment as he saw the demon falling sideways, spewing out mucus.

He didn't look surprised, but it felt like he was smiling under the mask.

“Now this is helpful.”

Somehow, unlike 'Yurian', the tone was blunt. However, compared to 'Yurian's' tone of speech, which did not contain any human emotions, it began to feel more 'human'.

'ah.'

I get it. Why he wears this 'mask'.

'The Liberator is a being that transcends humanity.'

Since the 'Liberator' has transcended humanity, he does not know the human mind.

What such a 'liberator' did when he was born in the middle of the desert was to cover his face with a 'mask' to hide the 'image of God' that was revealed, and learn 'humanity'.

'also.'

Although he could not break the vessel at the moment, all phenomena existing in this world pointed to him as the spiritual reincarnation of the 'Liberator'.

Otherwise, why would the 'Liberator's Reincarnation' wear a mask to hide his appearance?

“Come on, old man.”

Rim Hasar, whose thoughts had reached that point, muttered to himself. Not knowing what he meant, the 'Black Knight' tilted his head, but the eyes of the spiders that had followed him began to burn with determination.

“Hey, come here, old man.”

“Come on, old man!”

After receiving an order for no apparent reason, the wandering 'land spiders' began to show their strong will by taking up arms.

– “Keeeeeeeek!”

A mass of demons surged in like a tidal wave. However, it was impossible to stop the 'Rahman's Blood' that had begun to have 'faith'.

***

‘… … What is this all of a sudden?’

At first, I thought that the 'land spiders' were being pushed back as I watched the demons surge forward like waves.

From one corner to the other.

I felt that as time went by, we would be at a disadvantage, as several demons used their own 'intelligence' to pressure the 'spiders' and me.

'Do you suddenly feel more energetic?'

One, as Rim Hassar muttered something, the power of the 'land spiders' was felt to return.

Why? I don't know why.

I just prayed and it seems I got stronger.

'Is there such a thing as an order?'

I don't know that either.

Just, you guys figure it out.

'Is this the audience room?'

As we continued to advance, the Emperor's audience room came into view.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was the innermost part of the palace. The creepy 'magic' flowing out from within was clearly referring to the 'Demon King'.

“Leave this to us and go forward.”

Rim Hasar's tone of speech suddenly became polite. Did he perhaps notice my identity? I thought so, but my body had already kicked off the ground and was heading towards the audience room.

BAM──!

As I kicked open the magnificent door bearing the Emperor's seal, the lingering thoughts of the 'Mashin' I had felt outside grew stronger.

‘… … At this point, it’s not just one or two horns.’

I click my tongue inwardly and look inside the audience room. As if to foreshadow his fate, the statue of Emperor Adratan, once so majestic, was in a state of shattered pieces, and nearby, there were clear signs of battle.

“Ku, kuluck.”

Inside the audience room, a cough was heard from the throne where the emperor would sit.

Without letting go of the tension, I went inside.

“Are you here?”

Sitting on the throne was none other than Prince Kaldrak. Kaldrak's body was bleeding from various wounds.

However, even in such a situation, Kaldrak did not let go of his sword. As befitting his nickname, the 'Iron-Blooded Prince', he would not die from such a wound, but he still looked dangerous.

“You’re late, Yurian. If you had been a little earlier, you could have helped me.”

Even with the hideous mask of the 'Black Knight' before his eyes, Kaldrak saw right through me.

No, I spoke to you the other day as if I knew that you were the 'Black Knight'.

“That’s too bad. I wish I could have been of help.”

“Kuuuuu, you dare say things you don’t mean.”

Kaldrak laughed at my words, then started spitting blood out of his mouth.

The blood he spat out began to stain the throne. The gold and precious metals that adorned the place, the symbol of imperial power, became even more tainted.

“Still, you got what you wanted. Didn’t you do this because you wanted to sit on that throne?”

“Yeah, not too bad.”

With a bitter smile, Kaldrak pointed to his right leg with one hand.

“Can you take this off for me?”

There was a thorn stuck in the guy's leg. It wasn't a normal thorn. It was a thorn made by gathering 'magic' and forming it into a shape.

“I guess Yulsis is still alive.”

“If it was easy to kill, I wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble.”

“Where is that kid now…?”

Taking off my mask, I pulled out the thorn stuck in Kaldrak's leg. I threw the 'Black Knight' mask into the air, and it transformed into Angelica and was absorbed into my body.

“Ugh… I wish you had pulled it out a little more gently.”

“Where are you?”

“I don’t know. Probably, it’s definitely around here.”

Speaking calmly, Kaldrak turned his gaze to his sword. The middle part of the blade was dyed bright red. It was probably where he cut down 'Yulsis'.

“What about Abisha?”

“……Abisha is facing Abigail. She won’t give up. Unlike Abigail, she has gained a lot of practical experience in the Snowstorm Forest.”

It was a 'witch' versus 'witch' fight, not a normal battle. It seemed that Abisha thought it was advantageous, but Kaldrak's words did not convey any worry.

“First of all, I need to say I’m sorry.”

Kaldrak, who was groaning in pain after having his thorn pulled out, suddenly started apologizing.

“Don’t you feel like it’s already too late?”

So, why did you try to put the 'Yeongmyeonghoe' and me on the scale for the 'Emperor's Wife'?

“No, it’s not too late. I think we need to talk about this now.”

What should I talk about now?

As I began to doubt Kaldrak's words, I felt 'magic' writhing above my head.

“Unfortunately, the horn I had was also taken away.”