Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 72

Episode 72. Complicated Emotions (1)

“What brings a nobleman of such fame to a cabin like this?”

Listening to the sarcastic voices of the privates, I looked at the dagger in my hand.

It's not the longsword I usually use… …, but for one of Gerard's private soldiers, it's not difficult.

“Hey, why aren’t you saying anything? I asked you why you came here.”

One of the guys we saw earlier frowned and raised his voice, and the two behind him took up positions so that they could draw their swords at any moment.

'First of all… … , it would be better to subdue them.'

Thinking so, I raised my head and looked towards the private.

“If you leave now, I won’t chase after you.”

I spoke in a tone that conveyed as little emotion as possible.

Actually, I don't want a fight to break out.

Although it has become colorless now, since my body has been influenced by the 'Black Star'… …, I will be able to sense his color in my swordsmanship without even realizing it.

If you use all your might in that situation, the true identity of the 'Black Knight' may be revealed.

'Perhaps, it would be easier to contain the aura… … .'

At that moment, the guys I was confronting rushed at me.

Damn, my clothes are going to get dirty again.

The first thought that comes to mind is, 'Who is Yurian?', who is obsessed with 'cleanliness.'

I was a little annoyed, but the most important thing was the enemies in front of me.

They are running at a fairly fast pace, but compared to the 'Monsignors', they are ridiculously slow.

'As expected.'

I fixed my dagger.

Because of the short length of the sword, I had to jump into its arms to land an effective strike, but the gap left by the guy swinging his sword so widely was so large that it wasn't difficult to get in close.

As I approached, a look of confusion appeared on the guy's face.

“Ugh, uh-uh-uh!”

As the dagger he had grabbed with a reverse grip was thrust into his body, the strength in his legs seemed to leave him with a sound of deflation.

The guy tried to fall, but I swung my dagger several times in case he fought back.

dump.

Soon after, the guy who rushed in first collapsed, his whole body covered in blood.

Because of my obsessive compulsive disorder, I was so annoyed by the blood splatter that my hands were shaking, but since there were only two of us left, I tried my best to ignore it.

'huh?'

However, the remaining two guys showed no intention of moving.

It's quiet. No, it's so quiet that the air seems cold and dead.

The color of 'fear' was clearly visible above the heads of the guys who had been speaking in sarcastic voices just a moment ago.

Suddenly? What did I do… … .

“I told you, if you leave now, I won’t catch you. This is the price you pay for disobeying me.”

But contrary to my thoughts, my mouth was immediately speaking 'Yurien's' thoughts.

“You guys should also try…….”

Let's take a step forward, wiping the blood off the dagger.

“Ugh, euaaaaaaaaa!!!”

The remaining two guys started to run away.

Huh? Where?

I was so dumbfounded by the sight of the two guys running without even looking back that I couldn't help but stand there for a moment.

“I…, that, the Black Knight?”

As she turned her head towards the place where she heard Meyer's frightened voice behind her, the same color of 'fear' rose clearly above her head.

“Gulp, gulp.”

I could hear the sound of swallowing saliva all the way here.

Why on earth?

At first, I didn't understand.

Even though you helped me, I can't thank you enough.

However, the sight of the 'black knight' reflected in Meyer's eyes was truly eerie.

'That's a face you'd only see in a horror movie.'

You made a person completely corpse with a dagger.

That too, in an incredibly cruel and horrific way… … .

Well, there's not a single spot on your body that isn't covered in knife marks.

Meyer and them being scared is understandable.

“Coolook, coolook…….”

While I was lost in thought for a moment, the guy who had been lying down started coughing.

It's not like it's life-threatening because it was stabbed avoiding places that could kill it instantly, but it's impressive that it's squirming as if it can't move.

“Did you kill Baran on Gerard’s orders?”

The boy's eyes, which had been filled with fear at my words, turned into confusion.

I expected it, but seeing that expression confirmed it.

“This is the expected ending for the man who betrayed Lord Gerard!”

He tried to calm his panting breath as much as possible and spat out the words as if vomiting.

'Traitor… … .'

At this point, it was only natural that Gerard would cut ties with the Unknowns, but it happened sooner than expected.

And, I could somewhat guess the reason from the word 'traitor'.

'Was it a problem that I brought up Baran's name at the banquet hall?'

It seems that Gerard misunderstood because he showed the nuance that he knew that 'it was actually Gerard who founded the Nameless Guest Group'.

That Baran betrayed him and conspired with Yurian, leaking information to him.

I feel sorry for the dead Baran.

“Hey, don’t make me laugh, you little punk!”

Meyer grabbed the private by the collar with an agitated voice. The man, who was coughing and squeaking, seemed to have no strength to shake her off and did not fight back.

“How loyal was my brother Baran to Gerard! How can you say he betrayed him!”

From what I've heard, it seems that Meyer already knew that Baran was the person planted by Gerard.

'This could start an all-out war between the Nameless Ones and Gerard.'

So I thought… … .

“Do you want revenge?”

I thought it might be a good idea to take advantage of this situation, but at the same time, the thought 'is this okay?' also arose in my head.

It would be normal to feel pity for her who lost her brother who was like blood to me, but now my mind is only focused on taking advantage of this situation.

I feel like my head and heart are playing separately… … .

It's unpleasant sometimes, but what can you do?

I am already 'Yurien'.

“Don’t talk nonsense when you have no intention of helping!”

Meyer looked at me with his eyes wide open. Before continuing, he kicked the fallen soldier's body to knock him out, just in case he had overheard me.

“I owe Gerard something too, you know.”

“Debt……?”

"okay."

Nodding, Meyer turned his gaze back to the private.

“How can I get revenge on my brother Baran?”

When she asked, I took the box out of my arms and handed it to her.

“What is this?”

“Communicator.”

Inside was a communicator that had been received with a promise to support Eleanor.

“Now, there is no choice but to wait for the time. And when that time comes, show your will.”

"will……?"

For a moment, Meyer's eyes seemed to wander, as if he had not guessed what I meant.

"yes."

Soon, the doubt in those eyes disappeared.

***

Although there is a saying that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, I was a little taken aback by the fact that I had recruited a member of the 'Nameless Guest Group'.

'That too, the only one of the five colors, Meyer.'

It won't be long before Gerard's ambitions come crashing down on this place.

The 'Patriarchal Succession Ceremony' is coming up soon. To take the vacant position of Arch Bishop, you need to have some merit.

Furthermore, the connection between the nameless guest group's Baran and the Black Knight has been suspected, and there is also testimony from subordinates who confirmed the existence of the 'Black Knight' at the headquarters there, so it is confirmed.

He will become more active.

He will try to uproot the mistakes he has made while completely ignoring them.

If that happens, it's just a matter of time before the anonymous guest group disbands.

Although the time has been brought forward, up to this point it is not much different from the original story of <Let's Kill the Demon King Now>.

Although Pintel survived and Geomseong left the system, the general trend appears to have not changed.

The Black Knight, the most important character in the story… … .

'I guess it could be because I'm doing it.'

And one more thing.

It's also unfortunate that someone who shouldn't be interested in such things is following me for no reason.

… … It’s not a variable, right?

“Why does the daughter of the noble Rondbell family have business in the back alley slums that she follows me like that?”

After opening my mouth in a cold, subdued voice, I adjusted the mask I had made of 'Sombra'.

Because he is an opponent whose identity must never be revealed.

Soon after, a familiar face popped out of the corner of my eye.

He had long, golden hair that flowed down his back, and green eyes like Meyer's, but they were filled with composure.

“Since when did you know I was being followed?”

“From the beginning.”

… … That's a lie.

In fact, I realized it after entering this alley, but Linne's pupils shook slightly as if my bluff had worked.

“If I had known I was being followed, I wouldn’t have shown so much vulnerability.”

“Because I knew you wouldn’t take me by surprise.”

"yes……?"

“If Rondbell was from a prestigious knight family, he wouldn’t do something like that.”

Yeah, that's a lie too.

“Ugh, ugh.”

But, as if my words pleased her, Linne coughed and turned her head slightly.

“By the way, why did Rondobell’s daughter come all the way to the slums and follow me?”

“To confirm your swordsmanship with my own eyes.”

Linne, who was expected to be a little shy, surprisingly boldly revealed the reason for her tailing.

To see swordsmanship?

'Fortunately, it seems like you're not curious about the identity of the Black Knight.'

I let out a sigh of relief inside.

She was a little uncomfortable because of the situation the other day.

“So, did you learn anything from my swordsmanship?”

"there is."

As I watched her speak without any hesitation, I became curious too.

Although I have complete confidence in my swordsmanship, it wasn't something I honed from the beginning; it was 'made'.

That's why I became interested.

“What is that?”

“Your swordsmanship is not as beautiful as the world says.”

Yeah, you could think that way. But, I'm a little upset right now.

“It’s fine to evaluate my swordsmanship, but it’s a little unpleasant to hear it from the mouth of a guy who was tailing me.”

“But is that true? Your swordsmanship is crude. Moonlight swordsmanship. That term doesn’t suit an outlaw like you.”

It doesn't suit me… … .

The moment I heard those words, I knew immediately who Linne was thinking of.

Perhaps, her master, Geomseong.

It must be Haydn Reich.

The end of swordsmanship that Linnaeus imagined always ended up in him.

“Can you say that just by seeing him use a dagger?”

“Because I could see your mindset.”

“From the way you say it, the ‘moonlight sword technique’ you mentioned earlier. Have you ever seen someone use it in person?”

“Yes, of course.”

also…….

Looking at him nodding so naturally, I can tell he's definitely black.

'… … Are you angry?'

No matter how much I tried, I thought that Yurian's swordsmanship was beautiful enough.

'The swordsmanship of the Black Star is worthy of its name.'

I never thought I would be ignored so blatantly.

As I thought about it that way, I started to feel bad.

The Black Knight, who suddenly left the system and left his role as the 'Black Knight' to me.

I hated him for no reason.

“You seem to admire that person quite a bit.”

Maybe that's why I felt like saying more emotional words than usual.

“‘Longing’ is the emotion most distant from ‘understanding.’”

These are the words that 'Yurien' said to 'Rinne' in the original story.

He said that he couldn't surpass him just by admiring the 'Black Star'. These were the words he spat out venomously to Linne, who followed him around like a shadow.

Those words made me grow one step further… … .

"……yes?"

Linne seemed quite taken aback by my words, and looked at me with her lips slightly parted.

But she must have understood what I meant to some extent, because she kept her lips tightly shut and said nothing.

Leaving Linne behind, I moved forward and left the slums.

When I'm with her, I feel anxious and uncomfortable because I'm worried about what might happen.

and…….

'I want to get out of this messy place quickly!'

***

– 'Then, have you ever seen someone use such swordsmanship?'

Linne, who was talking to the black knight, bit her lip in embarrassment.

Beautiful swordsmanship bathed in moonlight.

When asked who used that sword technique, the first thing that came to Linné's mind was not his master, the 'Sword Master' Haydn Reich, who had left the system in silence.

– 'You seem to admire that person quite a bit.'

That's right, Yurian Kreifart Frasson.

The face of that man, whom I hated to even look at, came to mind before the sword.

– ''Longing' is the emotion most distant from 'understanding'.'

It is true that the guy is definitely great.

'I know he's more serious about the sword than I thought.'

The swordsmanship he mastered was so good that it could be called an art.

'But, Tokyo… … .'

Originally, it should have been done to 'Geomseong'.

How did it come to this?

Linne bit her lip slightly, feeling an emotion that was difficult to understand.