Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 67

Episode 67. Phone Recovery (2)

“I asked, ‘If I were the ‘Black Knight,’ what would you do?”

When I made that point strongly again, Gerard hesitated.

Looking at that, it seems like there is no solid evidence. At best, it is just the inference that he just listed with his mouth.

Where are you going to find people?

“Fraudulently framing someone with a three-inch tongue is a specialty of the nobles, Sir Gerard.”

Once more, let's go strong. Gerard turns his head slightly and snorts, but he doesn't feel as confident as when he first brought up the subject.

'……phew.'

I took in Gerard's mood and let out a sigh of relief.

Of course, it doesn't seem like the story will go as well as it did with Tenelon the other day.

Tenelon was a misunderstanding, but Gerard had 'suspicions' of me.

'I bandaged it for nothing.'

I glanced at my side, then turned my head back to Gerard.

“I have experienced many similar things while working as a swordsman for the Imperial Family. Despite this, I am still alive and belong to the Imperial Family’s exclusive organization, ‘Closed Eyes’, and even more so, I am here as its representative. Do you know why?”

I shook the scabbard on my waist slightly.

“You can hurt someone with the tip of your tongue, but you will surely die with the tip of your sword.”

Crunch──!

The sound of sword and scabbard clashing.

As I smiled at the sound of metal touching, I felt the temperature around me drop sharply.

“Sir Gerard, I prefer the sure ‘sword’ to the smooth ‘tongue’ of the former nobles. Would you like to take a look?”

“You, Sir Yulian…?”

“Why are you suddenly putting your hand on the sword…….”

“That crazy guy. What is he going to do this time?”

The people gathered at the banquet looked at me with startled eyes at my actions, and even the host of the banquet, Arba, looked at me with a fidgety expression.

A bitter smile appeared on Gerard's lips. As if he was trying to take advantage of the situation, he focused people's attention with his clever gestures.

“Haha, why are you so serious, Sir Yurian? You just said that you were injured in the same area as the ‘Black Knight’ that is the talk of the town.”

In the game or here.

He's definitely a guy I don't like.

I don't like Gerard's behavior that much, but I have to take a step back.

Even if I made a useless rebuttal here, it was obvious that the conversation would go where Gerard wanted it to go.

“……Yurien is the black knight?”

“No way, that can’t be true.”

If it were 'Yurien', he wouldn't have cared about those gazes and would have drawn his sword and cut down Gerard.

Phew, relax. Relax.

'Yurien', you have to endure it for now.

If 'we' are to survive, we must first maintain friendly relations with the 'God Rich' family! Connections are important!

Let's just get through this quietly this time.

“I see. I was just trying to prove it with the ‘sword’ because you ‘misunderstood’ me as the ‘black knight’. I didn’t really have any special intentions.”

“This is also part of the entertainment of the nobility. I should learn more. Sir Yurian. I often go to these social parties…….”

I interrupted Gerard's rambling and quietly revealed his weaknesses, which were not weaknesses.

“But! There’s no truth to that joke. Recently, didn’t someone from the ‘Nameless Guest Group’ call themselves the ‘Black Knights’?”

Anonymous group.

When that name was mentioned, Gerard frowned slightly. It was a change that happened so quickly, in the blink of an eye, that no one noticed it, but I, in the body of 'Yurien', could clearly see it.

Well, it's a story that's obvious even without watching, but it's a story that everyone already knows.

I've played this game a few times.

“If you are someone as great as Sir Gerard, you probably have some connection with the ‘Nameless Guest Group’, so wouldn’t it be better to ask them ‘directly’? Surely you wouldn’t say you don’t know, right? Hehe.”

“……Yurien, you little punk.”

Huh? Kid? I'm sure I heard that.

I glanced around and it seemed like I was the only one who heard it, so it was difficult to question it.

Gerard looked at me with a hardened expression, quite different from before.

“What do you mean? Are you saying that I have something to do with those lowly, inferior things?”

Gerard stood there blankly staring at me, trying his best to suppress his emotions, but it was clear to me that he was nervous.

Gerard Oclain.

His character setup in the game was simple.

'A man with an enormous possessive spirit.'

With that greed for exclusivity, he took on the role of the western branch manager of the 'Yeongmyeonghoe' and also turned his eyes to the shady side, setting his sights on the 'Myeongwolgwan', a fairy tale house owned by the 'Blood Demon Group' in the slums.

By occupying that place, you can exploit the hidden secrets and secrets of the imperial nobility and seize their weaknesses.

However, it was not easy for him, as a nobleman, to directly enter the slums because of the eyes of those around him.

'So, we recruited some strong fighters and infiltrated them to create an organization called the Nameless Guest Group.'

It was for this reason that they covered their faces for fear of being revealed as knights or soldiers of the empire, but before they knew it, that had become the identity of the 'Nameless Guest Group'.

In this way, the slums were divided into three groups: the 'Nameless Guest Group', the 'Blood Demon Group', and the 'Six Fingers', and they continuously kept the 'Blood Demon Group' and the 'Six Fingers' in check and manipulated them to destroy each other.

In the end, the ultimate goal was for his own force, the Nameless Guest Group, to unify and rule the underworld.

“Why, Sir Gerard? Isn’t it just ‘noble entertainment’?”

As I opened my mouth in a slightly hushed voice, Gerard clicked his tongue softly and slowly approached me.

Meanwhile, his gaze was directed to my bandaged waist.

“How much do you know?”

Gerard speaks quietly so that only I can hear.

It seems like he is quite uncomfortable with the fact that he knows his own shortcomings.

Indeed, if this fact reaches Tenelon's ears, given that the Dawn Society is displeased with the 'Black Knight', it is clear that Gerard's safety will also be in danger.

“Haha, how much do I know? Your noble Lord Gerard, please check with Lord Baran ‘directly’.”

Gerard, his face flushed with anger, bit his lip when the name 'Baran' came out.

In addition, the murmurs of the nobles around them who were looking at this place began to grow louder.

“……If my joke was offensive, I apologize. I’m sorry. Sir Yurian.”

Judging that further argument was dangerous, Gerard quickly smiled kindly and offered to shake my hand.

Things are not going well, so you want to take a step back?

‘… … Okay, let’s end it here.’

I don't intend to make a bigger fuss.

No matter how much Yurian is called the 'Laughing Executioner' and the 'Imperial Dog', this is the Godrich family, one of the four great families of the Empire.

Moreover, it is one of the families that I have to bring to my side through continued friendship.

The moment I was about to reluctantly accept Gerard's handshake.

'Ugh… … !'

I felt a sharp pain in my side, as if lava was boiling. Just as I was about to check what it was, I saw Gerard's laughter.

“Hehe, I guess I won’t know unless I check it ‘myself’ with my own hands.”

I was so angry that my eyes rolled back, or rather, my 'eyes opened', from the pain that went from the tip of my toes to the top of my head, but before that, my body started squeezing out every bit of my mana to prove my innocence.

This crazy dogXX!!

“I heard that the ‘Black Knight’ suffered a large wound on his side from Pintel’s magic. If you run your hand over it, you can tell for sure… Hmm?”

A look of bewilderment appeared on Gerard's face as he touched my side.

“……No way, that’s not true……. Ugh!”

It was easy to subdue such a man. My body moved in excruciating pain, and I grabbed the man by the neck and brought the sword I had drawn from its scabbard close to his neck.

***

Eleanor, who was watching the situation at the banquet hall, clicked her tongue as she saw Gerard being grabbed by the neck.

'You sound like a stupid man.'

That possessive man is a man who has been ingrained with rudeness regardless of location since ancient times.

Although his rudeness was never directed at the Dawning or the Arch Bishop, Eleanor was fully aware that there was an air of impudence in him that could explode at any moment.

'You should have done it while looking at your opponent.'

This time, Gerard's 'rudeness' chose the wrong opponent.

“Ugh……, crap.”

The banquet hall suddenly became quiet.

All that can be heard is Gerard's moans, as if air is escaping from a balloon.

If Yurian's brute strength was worthy of the expression "he is fierce compared to his size," it seemed like he could twist Gerard's neck at any moment.

'Is this your way of life?'

The fact that Yurian overlooked Gerard's 'misdeeds' and allowed him to live may be because he knew that he was a bishop of the same 'Order of Dawn'.

Eleanor decided to watch Yurian and Gerard first.

Honestly, from her perspective, it didn't really matter to her whether anyone died or got hurt.

'It would be best if they both died, but that's not likely.'

She watched them intently as they acted.

“Hey, what are you doing now?”

“Put your sword away now!”

“Do you intend to defile the banquet hosted by Lady Arba?”

The nobles, who were already nervous because Yurian was intentionally fiddling with his scabbard, began to reprimand Yurian for pulling out his sword.

However, there was no one who rushed in directly to intervene. Even the guards of the 'God Rich Family' had difficulty approaching them.

Yurian's power was so notorious that he might have been afraid to approach her.

‘… … Thank goodness.’

Judging from 'Yurien's' past actions, anyone who attacks him now that he has drawn his sword must be brought to an end.

“Black Knight…….”

Thinking this was her chance, Yurian began to speak quietly.

His voice was so calm that you wouldn't think he was at the center of such a commotion.

“I don’t care whether you identify me with that scoundrel or not. Unless, of course, I don’t know. But!”

“Ugh…….”

“Wouldn’t it be awkward for me if you spoke to me ‘directly’ where I am? Sir Gerard?”

As Yurian tightened his grip on Gerard's neck, his already distorted face turned pale.

‘… … I want to twist it right now.’

Pain and discomfort.

Because of that, he wanted to go beyond cool-headed reason, but Yurian thought that if he did, it would be irreversible.

“Well, I was just comparing you to the rumors floating around the world!”

When one of the nobles raised his voice, Yurian turned his gaze in that direction.

“I am a member of the honorable imperial agency, ‘Closed Eyes.’”

As if it was natural, Yurian put emphasis on his words and secretly pressured him.

“Comparing me to a scoundrel who doesn’t even follow the royal laws is an act that tarnishes the royal family’s status. Are you saying that I should just stand by and watch?”

“That, that is…….”

“Gerard, you must have been prepared to provoke me.”

“…….”

“Oh, oh, oh. I guess I’ve been too quiet. Have you forgotten my name in the meantime?”

The smiling executioner.

A ruthless murderer who kills anyone who defies the imperial family, regardless of status.

Such thoughts were dominating their minds again.

Looking at that sight, Yulian thought.

Now, for the people of the empire, he is not a hero who defeated the nobles, but a 'black knight'.

Once again, I have to become the squinty-eyed villain, 'Yurian'.

“You, Sir Yulian……!”

A boy who looked fragile emerged from among them.

'Huh? Why are you with me?'

The main character of the banquet, Arba Godrich.

“Master Arba, it’s dangerous!”

“That crazy… big guy, Sir Yurian, is holding a sword. I think it would be best not to approach.”

Arba hesitated as if frightened by the servants' dissuasion, but soon clenched his fists and slowly approached Yurian.

“Hey, stop it. This is the banquet hall of our Godrich family.”

Arba, whose body was trembling, spoke with determination.

His actions made Yurian burst into laughter. If we use this guy, it seems like we can proceed with the story a little more easily.

“This man attempted to tarnish the honor of the royal family by insulting me, a member of the royal family.”

He looked even more frightened by Yurian's calm but firm tone of voice.

It's so sad to see a puppy wagging its tail.

Everyone gathered at the banquet hall thought as they saw him like that.

The results do not change.

Although he bravely stepped forward, Arba was unable to show the spirit of God Leech, the eldest son of one of the four great families, to overcome this situation.

“Lord Arba, that’s enough. Your Majesty, you can just watch as you normally do.”

"yes?"

“The eldest son of the Godrich family. As his name suggests.”

Eleanor, who had been listening to the story in silence, looked slightly embarrassed at Yurian's harsh words.

Why would you say something like that to the main character of a banquet who has nothing to do with Gerard?

“Do you dare to insult Master Arba just now!?”

As Eleanor had thought, the butlers and nobles who had been assisting Arba became furious and joined in the conversation.

“Even though you have the full support of the royal family, aren’t you being too arrogant, Sir Yurian!”

“Quickly apologize to Lord Arba…….”

“Would you please be quiet? I am talking to Lord Arba right now. Or should I shut his mouth myself?”

However, Godrich's butlers and nobles instantly shut their mouths as if they had eaten honey and become mute.

At that moment, Arba, unexpectedly, took a step forward.

“You, Sir Yulian, thank you for coming to the banquet, but any further misconduct will not be tolerated!”

Yurian smiled inwardly at Arba's slightly more forceful tone.

'Yeah, that's it.'

He looked trembling and weak, but he spoke with certainty.

Get out of here.

“Please go back.”

The nobles gathered at the banquet hall were quite surprised by Arba's words.

I can't believe that the eldest son of Godrich, who lacks confidence, is speaking so directly.

Even the opponent is Yurian.

The cross-eyed demon, the smiling executioner.

The nobles swallowed their saliva at the impending storm.

“If Lord Arba says so……, yes. I will do so.”

Despite the tension that weighed heavily on the banquet hall, Yurian readily complied.

dump.

As he released the hand that was holding his neck, Gerard, who was unable to breathe, fell to the floor.

“Nose, cough… cough!”

As his breathing became easier, color began to return to Gerard's face, accompanied by a violent cough.

“I apologize for causing a commotion at a place where we should be celebrating, Lord Arba. I hope you enjoy your time.”

Yurian greeted Arba politely, then looked Gerard up and down.

“From now on, I ask that you refrain from saying the unpleasant name ‘Black Knight’ in front of me. Your Majesty.”

A warning was sent.

Then, with a light heart and a faint smile on her face, Yulian left the banquet hall with light steps.

***

After Yulian left, there was a brief silence.

“Wow, you are amazing! Sir Arba.”

“Yes, you are kicking that Yurian out!”

“Good job, Sir Arba!”

“Yes, yes. This kind of banquet and that mad dog are like oil and water! They can never mix!”

The banquet hall began to come to life again.

This time their topic of conversation was Arba Godrich.

Well, I've had some success against that Yurian.

“No, I don’t have anything…….”

“It was a spirit that was not inferior to that of the ‘laughing executioner’!”

“Haha, I wish my son would follow in the footsteps of Sir Arba.”

After a series of events.

The attitude of the nobles towards Arba has clearly changed. What makes this clear is the way they address Arba.

Perception does not change easily.

All the more so if it has to do with human nature.

'The title changed from 'Master' to 'King.'

From the frail eldest son of the Godrich family to a candidate for the next head of the family.

Yulian changed the 'perception' that would not change even after several years, let alone several months, with just one action.

'Surely, Lord Yurian calculated this far… …?'

Arba thought it could be possible.

And one of the derogatory nicknames that others use to ridicule Yurian is 'the laughing executioner'.

If it were me, I would have rather pointed my sword at those who were laughing at me, or I would have achieved something and changed it to another 'derogatory term'.

But he didn't.

Rather, it was used to stimulate people's fears.

'I don't care about what other people think, I use everything I can… … .'

Of course, the powerful force that comes from Sir Yurian's Moonlight Sword is also beautiful.

Arba longed even more for the calm and composed attitude that he lacked.

From when we first met in the imperial palace, until we received help from the demon attack.

No, it will continue to do so.

No matter what anyone says.

Arba's idol would be 'Yurien'.

***

'… … I'm sure it was intentional.'

Although they are both 'Bishops', he decides to teach the rude Gerard the difference in class and at the same time, create a debt for the next eldest son of the Godrich family.

Of course, if you don't know, it would be a waste of time.

'It seems that even that weak part-timer has noticed it to some extent.'

Eleanor turned her gaze to Arba. He was staring blankly at the place where Yurian had disappeared.

He also seems to know how Yurian's actions helped him.

'by the way.'

Eleanor remembered the moment when their eyes met before Yurian disappeared.

Even though this was the first time he had seen her in this 'form', Yurian felt as if he had figured out Eleanor's true identity.

'It must be my imagination.'

***

Damn, it hurts so bad!

After leaving the banquet hall of the Godrich family, I went into the bathroom and slowly untied the bandage on the wound that Gerard had been clutching at a moment ago.

Then, a hardened 'Sombra' appeared from the wounded area.

'I don't think Gerard would have caught me with this… … .'

A gap in the wound.

Before Gerard's hand could reach him, he was able to attach 'Sombra' there at the speed of light, hardening it and freeing himself from his suspicions, but it was still fu*king painful.

Above all, the magical 'Sombra' has a strange sensation. It even felt like bugs were crawling on my nerves.

'Phew… … '

Letting go and blocking the flow of mana, Sombra became limp as usual and disappeared without a trace.

'I hope that kid gets some sense.'

He said he wanted to leave quickly because of the pain, but he 'acted' so hard.

'Gerard.'

As the image of that damn face came to mind, a pain in my side seemed to creep up on me.

I raised my head and looked at the mirror placed on the sink.

There was a pair of squinty eyes there, their pupils invisible through the soaking wet hair.

Normally, I would have called him a cross-eyed person who couldn't read his mind, but this time, I knew for sure.

'I guess you can't do it.'