Playing the Perfect Fox-Eyed Villain Chapter 77

Episode 77. Fallen Star (1)

“What are you doing now!”

His body shrank back with a shrill scream from Oven Kreifat.

The veins on Oben's face bulged due to the extreme pain he felt from the hand he was holding, and one of the old knights rushed over to him upon seeing this.

“Stop it!”

As his knight drew his sword and approached, Oben stopped him.

At that sight, I was able to forcefully pull away from the hand I was holding, while suppressing the instinct of 'Yurien' that was strongly determined to break Oben's hand.

'Damn it! This fu*king body!!'

It was an incomprehensible action that had nothing to do with my intentions, but I can guess the reason.

The physiological aversion of the Cryphat family of 'Yurien', who has the name 'Prason'.

What helped me reach that peak of emotion was the Oven Cript in front of me.

Because of that, my body, or more precisely, the body of 'Yurien', which was strongly stimulated in that psychological aspect, reacted.

“It’s been a while, but this greeting is quite formal, Yurian.”

Oben grimaced, rubbing his right hand as if he still felt pain, but he didn't seem to care.

From his perspective, it felt a little awkward to just sit still when it was something that was enough to cause trouble.

'I thought Oben resembled his father, Ornn, and had an authoritarian personality… … .'

I tried to recall my memories of old game information, but in fact, there isn't much information about Oben.

Although he has the reputation of being the head of the 'Cryphat family', he doesn't have much contact with the player in the story.

Rather, there were many troubles with 'Orn Craiphat', the chairman of the noble council, and as a result, many episodes related to 'Craiphat' occurred.

Rather, 'Orn' seemed like the representative of the family and acted like that, so he rarely met 'Oven' and had no information about him.

“Do you still hate me?”

While I was internally searching for information about 'Oven', he suddenly brought up the subject.

“How could I hate you, my lord?”

Even as I spoke, something was boiling deep in my chest.

It's not a light feeling like 'I hate you'.

Perhaps… …, it is a complex and subtle thing that is more appropriately described as ‘hate.’

“I always feel sorry too.”

“What are you talking about?”

“About Milena.”

Milena? Who is Milena… … .

Ah! Yulian's mom?!

As he briefly recalled his memories, hearing her name, 'Yurien's' heart began to pound and a corner of his heart began to feel cold.

The emotions surged so fiercely that it was impossible to control them, but 'Yurien's' hand tried to reach for the sword on his waist.

What I feel in my heart is longing and longing.

On the other hand, the driving force that moves 'Yurien's' body is hatred and anger.

I felt conflicted emotions and was confused, but first I tried to block the hand that was heading towards the sword.

'Listen to me.'

The old knight, who had captured the subtle movements of my hand, looked at me with venomous eyes.

“There must have been a reason for everything the Lord did. I don’t care.”

After barely getting my hands together, I spoke to Oben as if nothing had happened.

“Milena too, and you too… I know that you had a hard life at the main house of the Craiphart family.”

“Is that so?”

“So how about we forget the past and start over?”

At Oben's earnest words that seemed to reflect on the past, Yurian's heart seemed to hesitate for a moment, but soon began to burn even more.

“……Are you telling me now?”

“Okay, now I recognize you as family…….”

“My lord, we have come too far.”

Judging by the way my body trembles with anger, 'Yurien' seems to have no intention of forgiving Oben.

Seeing this level of emotion expressed, I could vaguely feel how much 'Yurian' and his mother were persecuted and ignored while living.

Of course, I have no idea what happened between 'Yurien' and his mother Milena and Oben.

I can only guess.

“Wouldn’t it take a lot of time to resolve the accumulated grudge?”

“What you mean is……, you’re asking for time?”

"……yes."

I tried to adjust my facial muscles to show a small smile, but Oben's face shook slightly.

The blood vessels that had seemed to be in excruciating pain had softened, but in their place were wrinkles that made the world seem colorless.

“If that’s what you say, then I’ll wait.”

Oben thought about something for a moment and then nodded.

“Don’t be too late. That much……, no. I hope I can see your face at the next family meeting.”

He seemed to have something to say, but he forced himself to swallow his words and smiled.

“If you feel like it, then do it.”

“Go back. Ennil. Take the lead.”

At Oben's words, the old knight bowed his head politely and turned around.

Even in the midst of all this, the murderous intent directed at me was never withdrawn.

***

As Oben disappeared from the mansion, a shadow of suspicion rose within me.

'I really thought the owner would come looking for me.'

If you were the head of a noble family, you would expect him to be a man of few words and cautious in his actions.

It was closely related to the instincts of the sleeping 'Yurien', but my personal opinion was similar to this.

'At this timing?'

In the original story, even as time passes, Yurian is not only unable to remove the label of 'Prason', but is also not even recognized by his family.

Nevertheless, there must be a reason why the owner of the house, Oben, came here and took this attitude.

Something happened that required 'Yurian' to change because of 'Lee Sihoo'.

Moreover, Joshua's attitude at the family meeting must have been difficult to predict.

I will elect Yulian as the head of the household… … .

When I think about the circumstances, it doesn't seem like there was any good intention on my part.

In particular, there are only a few things that you can do yourself.

Demon subjugation, purge of traitors.

And checks on ‘Blackness’.

A swordsman who appears to be loyal to the royal family, but is tired of the suppression and oppressive violence there.

Perhaps that is why our protagonist, Haydn Reich, maintained a good relationship with the ‘Council of Noble Elders.’

'And the chairman of the noble council of elders.'

Orn Kreifart, the former head of the Kreifart family.

"okay."

As I thought about it that far, things started to get a little more organized.

The reason why I came here.

A reason to accept me.

And, the reason why 'Yurien' hates that man so much.

'Is he trying to seize control of the Council of Elders while Black Star is away in the Holy Land and take control of the center of power himself?'

I looked at the cross-eyed man in the mirror. An insidious, insidious look was reflected there.

“The reason you reluctantly came to find your abandoned son is ultimately for personal gain… Father, blood is thicker than water.”

That's not what I said.

Words that came out without me knowing.

'Probably… …, Yurian did it.'

I was busy with the Dawn Society and the Black Knights, so I didn't have time to get deeply involved in anything, and I didn't want to either.

It was a momentary thought, but asking for time seemed to be the right answer.

I'm going to reject it anyway.

***

Just after dawn, when the sun is starting to rise, Yurian's body awakens and her eyes open on their own.

After tidying up and having a quick meal, I went to work for my 'closed eyes'.

The moment I entered the private office, my eyes caught sight of a magazine that 'Yurian' had been subscribing to for a long time.

The Knights, a news magazine.

Suddenly I became interested. That arrogant guy subscribes to a magazine like this.

'If it's a sword, it's the kind of thing that would say, 'The direction I'm going is the path.'

So I opened the magazine and looked through the contents. The first thing that caught my eye was this phrase, which was hung large on the front door.

– 'The sun makes the knight strong.'

The content was like this.

The act of handling the aura is related to mental strength, and because of this, knights who train in the blazing sun are bound to be stronger than other knights.

'It's like trash.'

This is a short evaluation I made after throwing the professional magazine I was reading to kill time into the corner of my office.

It's good to value hard work, but that doesn't mean I'm advocating wrong methods.

However, as written here, 'mental power' is very closely related to handling mana.

'Sombra would be one of those examples.'

As an extension of my boredom, I started to rethink how I use 'Sombra'.

'Moonlight Blade and Sombra. Both show strong repulsion.'

The key point to consider is the harmony between the two technologies.

However, the recoil was so strong that it once shattered the 'Moon Jang Sword' into pieces.

'If I could handle this freely, I think I could become much stronger than I am now.'

But it's not something that can be easily dealt with.

'Sombra' was an ability that was only known through the settings, and the combination of it and the 'Moonlight Sword' didn't even have a name in <Let's Kill the Demon King Now>.

'……huh?'

As I was gathering my thoughts, a possibility crossed my mind.

'Since it didn't have a name, was it impossible to control it?'

There's no way that's true.

I dismissed the random thought as a joke and decided to try adding 'Sombra' to the Moon Sword like before.

If the reason the sword broke was because I couldn't control the output, then this time…

“Your Majesty, we have a guest.”

Just as I was trying to raise the mana in my body, a voice was heard from outside the door.

The aura felt doesn't seem to be Lazrot, but rather another member of the 'Closed Eyes'.

“Who are you?”

I felt irritated when my high hopes for a possible outcome were interrupted.

The agent outside the door cringed, as if the emotion was revealed in his voice.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m a boy named ‘Eren’! I let you in because you said you came on a mission from Sir Yurian, but I’m going to kick you out right away!”

Eren?

I tilted my head.

It's a name I've heard somewhere.

'Ah, I see you're the boy who worked under Tsuare.'

In that case, the guest who came to see me just now was sent from ‘Myeongwol Gwan.’

I think it would be fair to say that the previously entrusted tailing of 'Geomseong' has borne some fruit.

“No, please let them in.”

"yes?"

“I told you to let me in. Do I have to say it again?”

“Oh, I understand!”

It's a bit unfortunate that I won't have the time to experiment with 'Sombra', but what can I do?

It's something I was asked to do.

***

“I didn’t know you’d come this quickly. You must have had high expectations, huh?”

Tsuare's private room located on the 5th floor of Myeongwol Gwan.

When I got there, she came out to greet me with an unfamiliar voice.

It's quite an arrogant appearance compared to what I've seen before.

“Tuale-nim, I will step aside.”

“Yeah, go back, Eren.”

“Yes, yes!”

Oh, it was because of this boy.

As expected, when the boy named Eren disappeared, Tsuare's arrogant atmosphere changed 180 degrees.

“Ha, haha… You’re not angry, are you?”

The arrogant impression was gone, and Truale smiled faintly with a cowardly smile.

“Yes, I’m not angry.”

“Thank goodness! As you, Yurian, know, the reason I can maintain this position is because of my charisma…….”

Is this charisma?

Those words were on the tip of my tongue, but I barely managed to hold them back.

Even if it's not me, it seems that way to other people, so I guess that's how Myeongwol Gwan can be maintained.

“Well, Sir Yulian. While you’re here, would you like a glass of wine?”

“No, that’s fine. Could you please tell me some information about the Master?”

“Yes? Well, if that’s what you want.”

The startled T'Ale coughed, cleared the air, and then changed his posture.

The peculiarly alluring atmosphere had long since disappeared along with the cowardly speech.

“Your Majesty Yurian, you may be shocked, but I will tell you anyway.”

Truale continued speaking in a somewhat cautious tone.

“His Majesty Haydn Reich has chosen to abandon his status as a subject of the Empire and go into exile in the Holy Nation of Perenand.”

Exile… … .

Was this the reason why he didn't act as a 'black knight'?

“……You’re not as surprised as I thought?”

I was surprised. And a lot of it.

“Actually, I thought that might be the case.”

"yes?"

“You didn’t understand what I said,” Tsuare asked again. Her confusion was evident in her words.

“I… I know I shouldn’t say this, but Sir Yurian, you were the disciple of the Sword Master, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then, you must know how much His Majesty loves the Empire and how much he has made noble sacrifices…….”

“It’s a sacrifice, haha.”

Listening to Truale's words, I couldn't help but laugh.

Come to think of it… … , the ‘sublimity’ she spoke of was funny.