It Is Fate To Be Loved by the Villains chapter 249

249. Nicholas (2)

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One thing I didn’t know while experimenting with things before.

Caliban’s ‘speed’ is much faster than I thought.

How fast it is, is the fact that I had already ‘called’ someone and returned just before my fist reached Nicholas and exploded his head.

This person and I have concluded that this is because the body is a ghost and is not affected by the laws of the material world.

[ ‘Skill: Concentration of the Swordsman’ is activated! ]

[ Dramatically improve your reflexes and cognitive abilities! ]

And by the way, even if my consciousness slows down a little, I can afford to have a leisurely conversation with this side.

While the world is rapidly decelerating around me, I speak to Caliban, who feels a sense of presence inside Soul Linker again.

‘Have you finished calling?’

Perhaps there are people who will jump out if I call ‘it’s an emergency’.

It’s a reference to that side, and Caliban probably understood it without difficulty.

[Then.]

In line with that belief, Caliban immediately gave a definite answer, and soon opened his mouth with a slightly uneasy voice.

[…By the way.]

Looking at my fist right before Caliban touched Nicholas’ head, I continued the sentence.

[Is this okay?]

What is it?

I don’t mean to say nonsense like saying that you shouldn’t kill me now, or that you should think about taking care of yourself-

[Isn’t killing too light compared to the nature of the crime?]

“…”

If these words came out of this person’s mouth, he must have hated this side quite a bit.

Of course, I share the same sentiment, so I’m in no position to comment.

‘Don’t worry about that.’

Answers with a smile.

‘Am I the kind of person who would do something like that?’

[That’s right.]

‘…’

Activate skills sequentially while listening to sentences filled with trust that make you feel confused.

[ Skill: Use the world of images! ]

[ Any beneficial effects currently on you are shared with nearby targets! ]

Caliban’s unique skill. The ability to share my buffs with humans around me.

The designated target is Nicholas, whose head is about to be crushed by me in front of his eyes.

[ ‘Attribute: Iron Man’ is shared with the target. ]

[ ‘Skill: Concentration of Swordsman’ is shared with the target. ]

[ ‘Skill: Desperation’ is shared with the target. ]

[ ‘Skill: …. ]

At least.

I can’t see a guy like this dying gracefully.

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In fact, it is said that most of the seemingly painful deaths are not as severe as one might think.

Some say that even burning at the stake, which is the most painful method of execution, has a higher rate of suffocation from smoke before being burned to death.

In other words.

It meant that the current situation Count Nicholas was experiencing was very strange.

At first, the man in front of me suddenly punched me.

Earl Nicholas was not originally a fighting man. It was said that there was no ability to respond immediately to such a sudden surprise attack.

Death comes without a chance to react.

His head is blown out by his fist, and his consciousness is blacked out from there.

Exactly.

That means it should have been.

But instead.

At the point where the fist touched the face, time immediately ‘stopped’.

To be precise, his senses were greatly stretched due to the skill ‘Concentration of the Swordsman’ shared by Daud.

And then, right after that.

“…!”

Soul-rendering pain overtook Count Nicholas.

“—!!! -!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I’d rather be dead.

Sensation to the point where you’ll just die and pray that this pain will end.

However, consciousness does not fly away so easily. Exactly, it’s not ‘allowed’.

Stat blow due to the ‘desperation’ shared by Dawood. Enhanced vitality due to ‘Iron Man’ trait.

Even in the midst of being torn apart by the power of the blue devil, ‘crushing’, I feel that pain only in the maximized senses.

The skin is torn. Muscle breaks down The demonic energy that penetrates deep into the intestines turns the whole body into nothingness, turning the inside into a concussion. Every cell, every muscle fiber, every bone tip is permeated with pain filled with indescribable malice.

And the whole process.

Even in a terrible situation where the whole body is torn to pieces, it survives to the point of getting tired of it, and each and every process is engraved on the nerves.

It sets the spirit on fire. I open my mouth at the pain that pierces the depths of my soul, but I can’t even scream.

Perhaps the actual time passed was about 1-2 seconds.

However, it felt like an eternity to Count Nicholas, whose nerves were strained by the concentration of the prosecutor.

And in between.

Something is captured in the optic nerve that has not yet been decomposed.

You meet eyes with a man who ‘crushed’ himself with a fist.

-…

It’s transparent eyes.

It’s hard to believe that someone is committing such a malicious act to someone with calm eyes.

And, a certain kind of ‘absoluteness’ that lies beneath it.

Let’s face those eyes between the worlds that flow slowly as if they are still.

Through Count Nicholas’ mind, a shudder suddenly flowed.

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– Ah, that’s right.

A realization came to me.

I don’t know how to define it.

For Nicholas himself, it was a realization that undoubtedly made him feel some kind of ‘pleasure’.

– This man, just like me-

But before I could finish that sentence.

His consciousness went dark.

Forever.

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“…”

“…”

A truly rare sight.

The appearance of the emperor and the prime minister sharing similar sentiments with their mentality going out at the same time.

While Dowd mulled over the thought that the corpse of a high-ranking nobleman the size of an earl had been blown off was a beneficial experience to learn that great unity is possible even between such water and oil, Sullivan opened his mouth in a deep, subdued voice.

“…It’s obvious that you won’t understand even if you listen, but I still have to ask. What were you thinking?”

“I killed him because he was a disgusting human being.”

“…”

Yes. At least that’s a good thing, not for reasons that don’t make sense. Count Nicholas was definitely a disgusting person.

Although he usually does a lot of standout things, seeing that Dawood, who didn’t dare to cause violent situations, did something like this, it must have been Count Nicholas himself who provided the cause.

However, the aftermath of this is another matter entirely.

“…”

Sullivan’s spirit sank coldly.

It’s okay to find out the cause, ask for responsibility, and complain about why you did it to your heart’s content later.

Right now, the first priority is to analyze and establish countermeasures suitable for this crazy emergency.

Assuming that everything goes for the best of the best, and the situation is smoothly resolved.

Even if you encapsulate all sorts of complex political exchanges into one sentence, envision the most ideal future.

“…Dawud, civil war is about to break out.”

This is already an unavoidable fact.

“This will not be such an excuse for the elders, who have been bowing down until now. I’ve been pretty quiet up until now-“

“Really? Quietly?”

At Daud’s words in a flat voice, both the emperor and the chancellor flinched at the same time.

Maybe.

The nuance of that voice alone meant that they knew what this man was trying to say.

Daud’s sentences that follow must have embodied their sentiments.

“Honestly, you know. I’m just thinking about sticking it once already. If there is no excuse, they will commit it even if they make it.”

“…Not really.”

The emperor looked at the count’s corpse lying on the floor with a frown on his face.

“But giving ‘justice’ in this way is a completely different matter.”

It is said that it will happen anyway, but it goes without saying that ‘when’ will happen is also very important.

“Military-related authority is the most monopolized by the Presbyterian Council. If it’s a point where we aren’t prepared enough, it means that we can’t help but be swept away. That’s why Sullivan and I were still trying not to give them a pretext as much as possible-“

“It only takes a moment. All you have to do is hide that you died from me.”

However, the emperor kept his mouth shut at Daoud’s answer that came out casually.

It’s like, that’s about it. That kind of reaction is obviously expected.

As if he had something in mind.

“It’s okay to cover your eyes and scream. It’s possible if the two of you work together, right? It is enough that this death was not caused by someone else, but that it was an ‘accidental death’.”

If giving a justification to that side is the biggest problem, then shouldn’t that ‘justification’ be obscured?

Even if it’s an investigation anyway, if you use the authority of the emperor and the chancellor at the same time, you can block even raising questions, even with such ridiculous excuses.

Just.

“…But on the other hand, they will do anything to get that justification.”

The problem is, if the Council of Elders also has such a method available, he’ll almost certainly go for a head-on breakthrough, even by doing all sorts of bizarre things.

“Count Nicolas… Furthermore, the Council of Elders is a well-known group as the biggest supporter of the Mage Tower. If it’s your technology… There’s a high possibility that you can ‘call in the soul’ and ask the target the truth, or go further and proceed with a limited resuscitation of the dead. Isn’t that a group that can do that, the Magic Tower?”

Daud replied with a snort.

Certainly, it was a means that remained in his memory.

The Count Nicholas, whom you meet during Chapter 5, is a guy who has a strange pattern of being resurrected during a boss battle with a magical tool brought from the Mage Tower. It’s not strange if he really comes back from the dead.

But.

“On the contrary, it will be difficult if you don’t come back to life.”

“…What?”

“Killing him once is not enough.”

“…”

“Please come back to life one more time. Next time, be more careful and tear it up.”

“…”

Since the emperor and the prime minister were at a loss for words at the same time, Daud continued with a smile.

“Because the civil war was at the stage of today and tomorrow. If it’s going to happen anyway, wouldn’t it be right to prepare a way to end it a little more efficiently?”

“…Sounds like you already have a way to do it.”

“I thought of it spontaneously.”

At the chancellor’s words, Daoud answered immediately without hesitation.

It was so fast that the eyes of the emperor and prime minister narrowed at the same time.

‘…This man.’

‘…This person.’

To be honest, killing the count was accidental no matter how you look at it. I don’t think he would have planned and committed such a ‘killing thing’ because of this man’s tendency.

Just.

I must have already thought about how to ‘fix it’.

In between those brief moments.

‘…What kind of monster are you talking about?’

‘Every time I see you, you’re an amazing person…’

While the emperor and the prime minister groaned inwardly as they each recalled that thought, the sentence fell again in a calm voice from Dawood.

“Of course, I have to be busy right now for that.”

Undoubtedly.

It was a manly, dignified voice that spontaneously declared that there was a way to effectively end the civil war at the imperial level.

“…First of all, I’m going to take care of the first thing I need to do.”

The emperor and the chancellor couldn’t help but swallow their silence, not even guessing what the man’s next terrifying move would be…

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“…Mr. Dowd.”

Lucien opened her mouth with a look of bewilderment toward Daoud in front of her eyes.

Actually, I’m glad I didn’t see her face for quite some time, but when she burst into the chapel out of the blue and heard her talking, that feeling was on the verge of being blown away.

“Again… Can you tell me? I’m not very good at hearing these days.”

“Let’s go on a date. Tomorrow, in downtown.”

First of all, there are so many things to say even here.

You came in unexpectedly, what, a date?

With her?

I’m already out of breath, but the following sentence is even more absurd.

“…No, that’s it, but the sentence that follows is-“

“You and Yuria are going on a date?”

“…”

“If you want, I can prepare two leashes for you. Up to yours.”

“…Is it already confirmed that Yuria will wear it around?”

“Yes.”

“…On the main street?”

“Isn’t it?”

You didn’t hear me wrong.

Lucien’s vision darkened.

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