Fated to Be Loved by Villains chapter 132

132. punishment

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[Coming to think of it again, you’re also very instrumental.]

“yes?”

[Even if you search all of human history, you’re the only one who needs someone to teach you, so you have to calm the devil’s vessel and the saint?]

“…”

Let’s not talk about being sad.

I sighed at Caliban’s words and looked at the room in front of me.

Yuria’s room felt more like an adult’s decadence than I thought.

The biggest reason is probably because of this smell coming from the entrance.

‘…alcohol?’

I didn’t even open the door, but the smell of alcohol wafted out.

No, after all, he’s an adult, so there’s nothing he can’t drink.

If you think about your image, it’s true that it doesn’t really fit.

Didn’t he seem like he was hanging around with anything related to entertainment, let alone alcohol, like the fact that he was like that?

It’s not because I’m a model student, that’s why.

I don’t have anyone to be with.

“…”

It’s a sad evaluation even after I put it down, but it’s an unmistakable fact.

But, to put it another way.

It also coincides with the meaning that this guy is in a pretty dangerous state.

Even when left alone in a corner of the academy facility for such a long time, he somehow endured.

By the way, if you’re in a situation where your sister is nearby, and you’re addicted to alcohol, then you’re really mentally pushed to the limit.

That feeling was definitely conveyed as soon as I opened the door and entered.

“…Uh, Mr. Dowd.”

“…”

You can tell just by looking at Yuria’s tongue twisted and spitting out those words as soon as she opens the door and enters.

“…Is this, is this a dream? There’s no way Mr. Dowd would come looking for me, me, the same thing.”

The guy smiled and said that.

Although they are smiling, the underlying feeling is the unique feeling of a person who is devastated because he has let go of all the strings of hope.

“I guess I drank a little less. Ehehehe…”

“…”

With completely dead eyes, she sighs at the sight of Yuria smiling brightly and bringing the bottle to her mouth.

The condition is really bad.

Originally, Mr. Lucien would have taken good care of him before he got to this point, but now he is also in a bad mood.

According to Sir Ophelia, they both locked themselves in their rooms and didn’t come out for several days.

“…Calm down.”

Saying that, YuRia snatched the bottle she was trying to put in her mouth again.

“Stop drinking this.”

“…”

YuRia, who had been blinking her eyes, looked alternately at her hand that held the bottle a while ago and at my hand that took it away.

Then, the boy’s face rapidly turns blue.

He seems to have realized that I am not an illusion or anything.

“Da, Daud, Mr. Daud…?!”

“okay. Mr. Dowd. I have something to say.”

As if he had seen a ghost, he quickly backed away and clung to the wall.

In that situation, the guy desperately tightened the old leash hanging around his neck. Also my handkerchief hanging next to it.

How many times have you touched it, and it hasn’t been long since you gave it to him, but the family’s pattern is so worn that you can’t even recognize it.

It’s clear that I touched it almost like a habit.

“…”

scary.

What the hell does that mean to you?

It’s more of a situation now that I have to say this to a guy like that.

“Release that.”

As soon as I said that while pointing at the leash, Yuria’s face turned white.

My whole body is trembling. There are even tears in the eyes

It is as if the inevitable catastrophe has finally arrived.

“…sorry.”

The first thing that came out was a weak voice that sounded like a sob.

“I’m sorry, please don’t throw me away, anything, I’ll do anything, so, please, please…”

“…”

“I was wrong. Wrong, Mr. Dowd. Don’t abandon me, me…”

He murmurs such words like someone who has lost his mind. The pupils lost their way and wandered here and there.

By the end of the sentence, the voice boils at a low point, like a cry from crying.

Even compared to the drunken state from before, it was as if he had completely lost his mind.

＜ System Message ＞

[ Corruption level of the target ‘Yuria’ increases rapidly! ]

[ Breaks through 90%! ]

“…”

Looking at it, I sighed inwardly.

Check the ‘plan’ one last time.

Me, originally, this is a jar of jam. I’ve never done it.

However, considering the characteristics of demons, this is correct.

When it comes to me, demons all blush and attack what ‘other demons’ will never have. Mainly obsessed with how to relate in a way that other demons cannot. You can tell just by looking at how the blue devil fell over when he staked me the other day.

But, among them.

Irrespective of the ‘type’, as long as it’s extreme, the only one who accepts it is the white devil.

The demon of obsession, conversely, means that he will accept anything he does in order not to miss it.

in other words.

In a situation where the other side was ‘wrong’ to me, there is something that can be done as a makeshift way to relieve my mood.

[The effect of ‘Title: Lover’ is in effect! ]

[Your actions will be corrected! ]

okay. I thought it would turn on.

next.

The ‘new leash’ he received from Vulkan clicks around YuRia’s neck.

Yuria’s eyes opened wide for an instant.

With a look of disbelief, he groped around his neck.

“I know that no matter what I say, your heart will not be refreshed. therefore.”

My cold voice echoed low in the room.

“Should I be punished?”

The atmosphere I want to create is like that of ‘a villain in a romance novel obsessed with a heroine’.

uh, so

There is such a thing as a charming bad boy.

Inside the Soul Linker, Caliban’s laughter can be heard.

[Note, on the subject, the villain grand duke, such a, dog, Mr., sh*t, wow, waha, ahahahaha-!]

“…”

shut up.

However, perhaps thanks to his characteristics, he skillfully continues his acting despite such interference.

“…Bee, is this?”

He threw his words at YuRia, who was asking questions in a daze, with a voice that still maintained a tone.

“Tomorrow evening. Come out of the Elfante living quarters. I’ll give you ‘corporal punishment’ there.”

However, it wasn’t just that it was cold.

It also includes luxurious emotional acting mixed with a subtle ‘possessive desire’.

It’s not that I simply dislike you, but since the case has been caught, I’m using it as an excuse to do something with me.

The playboy trait is great. Doesn’t it give me the ability to speak like a real playboy?

“In the meantime, this is confiscation.”

Saying that, I waved the leash I had just taken out in front of his eyes.

He continued with a voice mixed with ridicule.

“A bad boy like you doesn’t need this. yes?”

“…Ah, no, give it back…”

I wrapped my hand around the string connected to YuRia’s collar as she was about to speak urgently. It bounces towards me with a shallow scream.

He grabbed Yuria’s cheeks with one hand and let out a sinister voice again.

“That will be decided tomorrow based on your attitude.”

“…”

YuRia opened her eyes wide and faced me.

“…Well, then…”

Yuria swallowed and said.

“If I show a good side to Mr. Dowd… can I get it back?”

“Not possible.”

I answer by shaking my head.

You can hear someone choking inside the Soul Linker, but the atmosphere is still elegant.

“It will be infinitely difficult.”

“…”

At those words, Yuria’s face showed a determined determination.

“…do it, I’ll do it! Well, whatever you order!”

＜ System Message ＞

[The target ‘Yuria’ gets hope from your words! ]

[The target’s Corruption level is drastically reduced! ]

okay.

The intended purpose was achieved.

From this guy’s point of view, it’s finally making him think of his ‘sin’ as an opportunity to be forgiven. No matter how much I say that I forgive, ‘Isn’t it just words…?’ Because it’s obvious that you will have anxiety.

Even if I do this well, I have laid the groundwork for the ‘event’ I prepared for tomorrow.

If you do well, there’s something you can kill two birds with one stone.

Also as the management of the Grand Assassin who will relentlessly follow me in the back of my head.

“…Let’s see if we can protect it.”

Leaving those words behind, she came out of Yuria’s room.

＜ System Message ＞

[The title ‘Lovelace’ is unlocked! ]

[Skillful gaslighting! Skill level goes up! ]

[This title is judged to be very suitable for your aptitude! The title will be strengthened soon! ]

“…”

At the same time as such a window pops up.

[…]

[…]

Inside the Soul Linker, the silence of the two people stings.

Seeing that there are two of them, it seems that Balcasus is also awake for the first time in a while.

[I’m talking about you.]

‘Balchus. quiet.’

[No, I would normally do that. If this is what I see as soon as I wake up after a long time, then I want to say something.]

“…”

[Obviously, I know that the reason the lady is angry is with you. Then you almost died because you made a mistake, but now you came out with the wrong side overwritten?]

“…”

[I believe you know what I’m trying to say.]

As we were silent, Caliban opened his mouth with a voice mixed with laughter.

[Hey, boy king.]

[Something.]

[Do you know what a standing ovation is?]

[I’ve never heard of it, but I know it’s a culture of admiration. Is the target for this man’s broken personality?]

[You speak a little bit, this man.]

clap clap clap.

clap clap clap.

“…”

I take out the soul linker at the successive applause.

This person also came out after a long time, and then he was stained by Caliban.

“…ha.”

He sighs and fiddles with the ‘replacement’ leash in his arms.

YuRia seems to have done well, but there is one more person who can use this.

Thanks to being depressed at the same level as this guy, I need some help from me, and additionally, there is someone I need as a ‘safety device’ for tomorrow’s event.

right around here.

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For Lucien Greyhoucher, the cathedral was a space that conveyed ambivalent emotions.

The first emotion conveyed must be comfort.

It’s a place I’ve been to the longest since I was young, so it’s a natural feeling.

The hard stone floor of the chapel, the cozy darkness of the confessional room, the gentle silence, and the quiet scent of the incense burner.

All of them are elements that make up the majority of the memories that make up the human named Lucien. Even if I want to hate it, I can’t hate it.

But the second emotion conveyed is the complete opposite.

Most of all the bad things that happened in Seonghwang-guk also happened here.

Like a bird trapped in a cage, it is destined to be ‘reared’ as an existence to be used in the emperor’s plan later.

‘Paradise plan.’

In one corner of Seonghwangguk, there is a place called Sanctuary.

It’s a seemingly empty ruin, but it’s quite a famous area among merchants and wealthy people. Because high-quality relics are often found nearby.

It is also a place of great religious significance.

It’s not as widely known as the Void Zone, where the demons sleep, but it’s a place where the legend of the ‘army of angels’ rests.

And the emperor is a human who dreams of reviving ‘something’ in that place.

Yuria and herself were meant to be sacrificed as the ‘key’ to such a plan.

and.

There is a man who saved herself and her younger sister from such a fate.

“…”

Lucien’s concentration, which had been pouring water on the holy relic and praying, was broken in an instant.

Images of previous ‘accidents’ flashed through my mind.

The figure of a mortally wounded man whose body was cut in half by his sister’s sword.

Even in such a dying state, the image of Lucien holding back herself saying that she could be harmed until the end cannot be removed from her mind.

“…”

Concentration is broken.

She bit her lip until blood came out.

I’ve never been like this when I’m praying, but these days even very simple concentration is impossible.

Every time that happens, the guilt that gnaws at my heart rises as if eating away at my mind.

himself is helpless

Even with the title of saintess, she couldn’t protect a man who had shown her that kind of favor.

“As expected, you are here.”

At the sound of that voice, Lucien flinched as if an electric current had passed through her body.

It was the voice of the man I was thinking of just now.

“…Why did you come here-”

before you even say that.

cluck, and

A leash was caught around Lucien’s neck.

“…?”

Lucien looked at the other person with a puzzled expression.

It happened because I failed to accept at once what the hell had just happened.

Then, she stroked his neck in a strange way.

okay.

it’s a leash

It’s usually stuffed with animals.

At least.

It wasn’t something to casually bet on a saintess who was said to be standing at the pinnacle of continental believers.

“…”

“…”

A heavy silence fell between Daoud and her.

Lucien took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

It was my best effort not to get angry.

If it hadn’t been for the feeling of guilt toward this man that had been prevalent in his recent life, he would have squeezed out at least one thing with his divine power and turned his chin.

“…explanation.”

Even the usual honorifics were omitted, but Daud didn’t seem to be pointing out anything in particular.

It was because he showed a very rational reaction at the point where he hadn’t slapped him right away.

“Holy Lady.”

So, you should be good at explaining.

Daoud took several deep breaths before speaking.

Now, it’s not once or twice that I made a mistake at a timing like this.

This time, we will have to get the right cooperation through a logical and rational explanation.

“There is a reason for this.”

“Shut up and get to the point.”

“…No, that’s why I filled it up like this-”

“Tell me what you filled it up for. trash child. Condensed into one sentence.”

“…”

Daoud shut his mouth at the sentence that flew like frost.

Ah, this is an explanation, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to go into teething.

Then, at least it should create a pleasant atmosphere.

he smiled refreshingly. With an attitude that radiates positive energy to the fullest, Daoud opened his mouth energetically.

In one hand, he was holding a ‘handle’ connected to the leash around Lucien’s neck.

Just like treating a pet.

“Do you like to walk?”

Then, with all his might, he evaded the slapping blow that was about to snap Daud’s neck.

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