The Villain Wants to Live - Chapter - 204 - EP.204. Return. (3)
“Let’s go home now.”
Freemien said . I lifted my arm and looked at my watch.
After half a day of waiting, Sophien said, “It’s too late for that.”
“Actually, I wasn’t even expecting that.
If it was really Sophien’s decision, it would not end today or tomorrow. I may be immersed in laziness and weariness, but I am certain of my intentions.
I turned around. She was staring at a piece of Lohakan’s robe.
“Can you keep up?”
One of the most important Named, and a major sculptor in the main quest. The fact that he had visited Mr. Sophien in person was a big deal.
It’s also important that the task of tracking him came to me. Because I can’t kill him.
Glancing at me, Flimien murmured.
“These robes are truly brand new. Each one oozes craftsmanship. How much do they cost?”
“I’ll answer only what you ask.
Primien added mana power to Lohakan’s robe. The particles of mana power remaining in the robe floated up and formed a specific shape.
A pair of wings and curved antennae
If this butterfly follows us, we will gradually learn the detailed route.
One of the characteristics of Deputy Director Primien is a printer.
To give form to someone’s thoughts, feelings, manapower, cooking, plans, and other intangible entities. It’s a treasured talent in the security services, a skill specialized in espionage and interrogation.
Flimien bent his knees. Then he looked at certain traces left on the ground.
“You made a lot of mistakes, not unlike Lohakhan. There are footprints, too.”
Can you see them? It must have been a long time ago.
I can see them.
Flimien stood up, slapped his knee and pulled out a document.
“This is something else, a file on Sylvia. The Intelligence Bureau has directly monitored Sylvia’s movements and tracks, and has arranged the incidents in chronological order. Please read them when you have time.”
I did not answer, but looked at the outer walls of the Imperial Palace, at the tightly closed gates. Flimien slipped the papers back into his pocket.
Do you intend to continue your visit?
Sophien. The master of this worldview.
She is a very important person, but she does not allow you to come here every day. It’s not polite.
But the lesson’s not over yet.
Sophien still has much to learn. She has just spent years in death and pain, and now that Chiron is no longer in the room, it is no exaggeration to say that she is a mass of mortal variables.
“The training is a tradition of the Imperial Palace. It lasts for one year after the throne.”
The lesson cycle was originally once every other week, but considering that he took a lot of time off during his business trip to the north, …….
“We can’t go against that tradition. You can visit once a week as scheduled.”
This is going to be troublesome.
One good thing.
Sophieann hates lying. Excuses are frowned upon. That discipline applies to her as well, so she always carries out her excuses directly.
In short, the excuse that she’s doing her job is ultimately true.
“Ummm…Professor, can I ask you one question?”
I looked back at Flimienne . She asked with a blank expression as hard as plaster.
“Is it really loyalty? Or is it for glory?”
“I wonder what …… means.”
“I hear it’s tradition, which is curious. Isn’t it a fact that everyone knows that Eucline is not ‘traditionally’ that close to the royal family?
It’s not a wrong word. The imperial family would naturally be wary of the growing power of the local nobility, but the Yukrine is a large family in one of the largest territories.
I looked at the Imperial Palace without saying a word.
The Imperial Palace was dark at dawn, but it was slowly awakening from its lower levels. The light from the electric lamps turned on by the early morning palace workers spread out.
“…… Neither of them.”
From there, if you lift the snow to that top, you will find a heartwarming room.
The emperor’s bedchamber, sealed with magic and never to be seen from outside.
Freemien asked back. It was quite disturbing, but Sophien was, after all, the duty of us all.
Therefore, now that I’ve become a Decurain.
At least now that I live on the continent.
I must not give up on Sophieann.
I must not let Sophieen abandon me.
“She’s the one who’s going to cause me trouble.
Primien gulped for a moment, then cleared his throat. Then he chattered on as if it were a surprise.
The professor seems to believe in something like fate.
“I don’t believe in it.
“I can’t say I don’t believe in it. It’s the most basic attitude of a wizard and a scholar.”
Freemien seemed to be looking back at my words, but nodded without saying anything.
“…… Yes. Let’s go home now.”
Leaning against the windowsill, Sophien looks out. She watches DeCulainn as he leaves.
She says nothing, sinking into sleep. In one hand she holds a fountain pen, in the other a document.
He repeats the sentence he’s been examining.
The cocky voice that had dared to say it was my destiny to leave my baggage behind. For some reason, it made me smile.
In the first place, is there such a thing as fate in this world?
In this perilous world where I die and start over and everything crumbles, the idea of an unchanging fate is …….
“It’s strange, isn’t it?”
Sophien wonders what he doesn’t know. He has lived for more than a hundred years, or rather, died for more than a hundred years, and suddenly things are happening that he has never thought about.
Sophien had never experienced anything like this. He had only died in pain, tormented by illness.
At the time, he thought that death itself was fate. Damn the curse, damn the curse, damn the curse!
But now that he’s grown up too much, Sophien is aware of one ‘fact’ with bizarre certainty.
“…… I see.”
She peeks inside my head for a moment.
Before and after the regression, she recalls a certain person who has remained in her memory.
“Decurane. You’re ……..”
The man who shared his death and ended up dead.
“Even in that regression.”
When I added one regression to keep him alive.
He forgot all the memories he had with him.
“Not a bit has changed.
The Decuréans of that time and the Decuréans of today are the same. He is constant and unchanging.
Like a metronome that tells the time, like a clock that tells the time.
So one day he’ll regain his old memories. Share the regression with me.
Sophien is sure of it.
He gently tucked his forehead against the glass window. The warmth of the spring air seeped in. In the midst of it all, Sophien suddenly realized.
Lohakan’s words might just turn out to be true.
“…… You sound like an idiot.”
He ducked away from the window, shouting swear words in his head. He sat down in his office chair again and grabbed his pen.
–Sophieen. If you really care about Decurane.
In the desolate darkness, the strains of Lohakhan drifted into my ears.
-Or if you come to love him, please. Please, keep him away from me.
Zoffien drew a low breath. The wind disturbed Lohakan’s voice.
All the while, her resolve sank low.
“It will be easy. It will be easy. …….”
* * * *
The Imperial Plaza
The winter disappeared like melting snow, and the rising ground and sky of spring were vividly beautiful. The old-fashioned voices on the dark green lawn, the classical melody seeping in faintly, are simply peaceful.
The worst southward movement in the history of the empire has destroyed an entire continent, wiped out hundreds of villages, and there are still many dead subjects somewhere, but at least it’s a completely different world than here now.
“…… To those of you who gave your lives to fight the countless clutches of the demons, who endured bone-chilling pain and abject cold, and in the end defended Recordak and protected the people of the North and the stability of the Empire… “….”
It’s the tenth day since Decurane and the rest of the Recordak Front returned to the system. An award ceremony is being held to honor their achievements.
Derrick and the other Knights of the Imperial Palace, as well as Gwen, Lapel, and Sirio, have their golden medals tied to their chests.
“Imperial Order of the Third Class…”…hahaha… …Hahaha… it’s so precious, where would I carry it? I’ll have to frame it and keep it as a family heirloom.”
Derrick stored the medal in a fine wooden box he had prepared in advance. Then his second-in-command, Jerome, made a joke.
“Ehey. I’m sure Senior Officer Derrick will receive at least a second class. Wear the third class until it wears out, and if not second class, keep the Medal of Honor in a frame!”
“What? Haha, come on! It’s not the Medal of Honor. That’s me ……!”
At that moment, Derrick spotted someone and rushed over. His lieutenants quickly followed suit.
Deculain, the true hero of Recordak, the golden rope that Derrick and his men had captured.
He greeted them with a glass of champagne in his hand. His eyes were cold and cruel, as always.
Then Derrick spoke first to the young wizard at his side.
“…… haha. I see my assistant is here too.”
Oh, yes. Hello.
Decurain’s assistant, Iffrin, was puzzled, she was carrying a large velvet pocket in her chest.
“There’s some good pastries here, I think I’ll take some.”
“Huh? Ah ……. Hahahaha. Well, may you be frugal.”
That’s when Dekyllene called my name. Derrick straightened his hips.
“And the knights.”
Derrick’s thirteen lieutenants replied emphatically. Looking around at them softly, Dekyllane left a low, dark word.
At that moment, the knights were speechless for a moment. Their throats choked.
Of course, Decurane had already turned away, as if to say he wasn’t interested, but they watched his back for a moment.
The professor who had threatened to kill his family in the north was the first to speak to them back in the capital.
–Thank you for your hard work.
It’s not a compliment, it’s not a reprimand, it’s just a boring sentence. …….
Seoul National University is shaking every now and then. My heart is in my throat and my mouth is full of spit.
“…… May I?”
Gwen broke the mood of excitement. Derrick and the knights glared at her intensely.
“What? What’s the matter with you, your own fiancé ran to his death to save you and you pretend you don’t know him, what do you like about a guy like that ruffian?”
“Oh, be careful what you say. And I don’t mean your fiancée, I mean your ‘ex’ fiancée. Also, if it’s an article, you’re supposed to save the professor. If it were me, I’d have saved him.”
“What? Bullshit? Huh, you’re not making any sense. Get the h**l out of here!”
Derrick threatened, and Gwen clicked her tongue as she walked away. The drivers stared back and muttered.
Who’s a ruffian?
That’s right. That ruffian has been talking a lot lately.
“Anyway, I never liked fortune telling since college.”
Derrick had reporters in his eyes as he talked behind his back with his lieutenant. They were reporters with access to the Imperial Palace.
Derrick approached them with a dry cough.
“…… who’s calling me.”
He sneaked around to face the reporters.
They asked, pressing their cameras.
-Mr. Knight! Congratulations on your safe return to Recordach!
“Yeah, well, I guess so.”
-“I heard you had a great run with Professor Decurain, do you plan to join us on the Rohakan chase?
My mouth was full from the first question.
The Rohakan invasion had been kept a secret during the southward movement, but now that the situation had settled, rumors of it were spreading secretly.
“Kuhn. That’s ……..”
When I turned around, the beady eyes of my lieutenants pounced on me.
Big- big- big- big- big- big- big- big
Derrick clears his throat four times and shakes his head.
“I can’t do that.”
Why can’t it?
“Because it’s a life-and-death decision between …… Professor and Rohakan.”
–Death and Life Decision …….
The reporters wrote the text in their notebooks . The deputies looked satisfied.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Derrick spoke in a self-satisfied tone.
“Yes. I’m desperate. Well, well. Do you remember the other day when Professor Decurane and Lohakan, that black-handed majon, ended in a draw? The professor is going to settle it, and I don’t dare interrupt him. I, as a knight, do not know the etiquette of a single breath. ….”
* * * *
Do you want me to give you this?
I held out the book to Zofien’s personal courtesan.
“Since you seem to be suffering from hard work today…”
Recordach wrote “The Magic of Probability” and “The Life and Death of Fine Go”.
I’ve put all the hard problems in Life and Death, so I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
Yes, sir. I’ll let her know.
Sophien declined to visit again today. He’s been confined to his bedchamber since the invasion, citing the handling of the situation.
Of course, looking at the policies being put out there, it seems that Sophien is doing a good job, which isn’t such a bad thing since he seems to be working like a cow beyond good.
“This is also Madin, isn’t it?”
Iffrin takes a bite of the pastry from the side.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it.”
The courtesan lowers his head and leaves, and I watch his back, my gaze shifting to Iffrin again.
He squirmed his mouth like a squirrel and said.
“Oh, yes. Professor…”. ….”
The world went upside down.
The ceiling creaks and I see a dark world outside my window. It’s obvious where I am.
“In the world of the Voice, in a hotel room I’ve directly remodeled.
That’s when Iffrin shouted. I listened as I tidied up my sleeves.
“Look at this!
Iffrin held out a bag of bat . . a furoshiki wrapper swollen with the garden’s fine tea sweets .
“Aren’t you glad I wrapped up the sweets! This is all the food we have! No wonder you were so close to coming here!”
I sat up. And opened the guest room door.
“Come on out. I have somewhere to go.”
“Oh, yes, yes!”
So I walked out of the hotel, and as soon as I was standing in the hallway, the person I met said.
“Carlos, this is good too. You should try it ……?”
Leah with a skewer of rice cakes in one hand. He rolled his eyes as he looked at me, and my gaze naturally turned to his side.
The girl with the dark blue hair alongside Leah.
His complexion paled from the moment he met me, shaking like a willow, the bloodline of an anti-human anti-demon.
The moment I tilted my head at the unexpected encounter, Leah’s cry rang out loudly.
“Get away, get away, get away!