The Villain Who Robbed the Heroines chapter 165

Incongruent with the bloody atmosphere of the operating room, Princess Elizabeth’s abdomen, lying on the operating table, was neatly closed.

Her pure white body was wiped clean, reminiscent of a princess who seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

“The villain… … Did you come here to punish me… … ”

“It’s not like that.”

Perhaps he, Princess Elizabeth, died quietly.

After checking the time, he must have been waiting for the time to issue a death sentence.

The operation is a long journey that lasts 20 hours.

The old man in front of him, Greenwich, must have captured Princess Elizabeth over and over again so that she would not cross the threshold of death.

Therefore, Ferzen could not dare to criticize the name in front of him, which would not be strange even if he collapsed.

There was no qualification for that in the first place.

“… … Approximate time, how much time is left.”

“About ten minutes… … It will be.”

about 10 minutes.

Although the time was short, Ferzen decided that it was enough and moved slowly.

Her stomach, which had already been opened, was completely closed, so there would be no risk of her getting infected by herself from outside.

“Humans… … Every time I sleep, why is death called eternal sleep… … Do you know what is so scary… … ”

At the words of the old man who had a slightly liberating look, Ferzen opened his mouth humbly.

“A human who has fallen into the gloom of death can no longer dream, so it must be.”

“okay… … ”

After answering, Ferzen reached out and grabbed the syringe, skillfully extracting the drug.

“now… … what are you doing… … ?”

Seeing this, the old man who was waiting for her death next to Princess Elizabeth widened her eyes.

However, Ferzen doesn’t care and clumsily finds his own blood vessels and injects the drug as it is.

“… … ”

Currently, the drug that spreads through his blood vessels throughout the body is a stimulant.

“Member Greenwich.”

Ferzen staggered in his mind, which seemed hazy but forcibly clear.

“Close your eyes.”

“… … ”

“I… … If you see this sight fully, I will have no choice but to kill you.”

or.

“I’ll have to take your voice so you can’t speak it, and cut off your hand so it can’t be conveyed in words… … ”

He was still an old man with questions he wanted to ask Ferzen, the man in front of him.

When he met his eyes as he approached, the old man could not disobey his command and quietly stepped back and closed his eyes.

It is undoubtedly the medical arts that caused the greatest development of human curiosity.

Therefore, the old man had the urge to open his closed eyes again and again, but once he closed his eyes, he could not open them voluntarily.

Does this mean that it is not a sight that can be looked upon by someone like yourself?

Soon, Ferzen looked at the old man with his eyes closed, holding his breath in place like a stuffed animal, and then grabbed the scalpel in the shape of a sharp knife next to him.

… … After a warm day as if a breeze blows, it is only natural that a chilly night will come.

Probably, human birth and death are no different.

Your name will one day be forgotten.

No one will remember what happened.

A man’s life will vanish like the traces of a cloud, and disperse like a mist.

However, if the target is the royal family of the imperial family they have been serving for a long time.

It will cast a white night where the sun never sets.

Even so, if you can’t drive away the permeating darkness.

They will become the night, making them stars that can shine even in the dark.

👌👌👌👌👌

Ferzen von Schweig Brutein.

His arteries in both hands were cut off, causing unimaginable bleeding and watering the floor of the operating room.

Ferzen knelt on his knees in the coming vertigo, but thanks to the stimulant, his spirit was barely able to carry on like a lamp in the wind.

It is only natural for the human clock to stop.

It is the order of the world for people with broken clocks to visit the underworld.

Koo!

The underworld never wanted his clock to stop.

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Moving the second hand.

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Moving the minute hand.

By moving the hour hand, the time he was about to stop was forced to flow.

Eventually, beyond the blurred focus, what appears before Ferzen’s eyes is a strangely shaped book whose pages begin to turn in a room where even the wind does not blow.

Two empires, three kingdoms.

Characters that are not recorded anywhere else are arranged in a messy arrangement.

Ferzen could read them accustomed to them.

Finally, following his will, the pages of the book stop and he sings a name that shines particularly brightly… …

Cheeky!

A chain darker than jet black penetrates through the open door of the underworld, grabbing something and dragging it out.

Obviously, through mutually equal trades, the warlock must coexist with the monster.

The appearance of the monstrous beings being dragged out of the open gates of the underworld was a clear indication that they were never in an equal relationship with each other.

And the rag doll, held by chains that seemed to represent his will, as if forcibly stitched with fabric, trembled and bowed his head straight to the floor.

tuk.

fight.

Then, loosely protruding cotton all over the body, soaked in Ferzen’s blood, fell to the floor.

But because Ferzen did not commit suicide to the point of death in order to be treated like this by the monster in front of him.

Raising her pale, white arms, she pointed to Princess Elizabeth, who was barely lying on the operating table.

The rag doll, who had bowed her head, raised her trembling body and untied the numerous threads that were tying her body.

The third floor of the underworld, who lives there.

A mysterious thread that repairs and heals body defects and wounds.

To be precise, the weaving ability of the monster is to dare to create something out of nothing.

Soon, the thread that wrapped around Ferzen’s wrist connected his broken artery.

Insufficient blood is woven with a thread and injected from the outside.

Yes, from the act of weaving threads to make blood, the realm of the heavens and heavens where humans are not allowed to dare.

Eventually, the monster who turned her head opened the abdomen of Princess Elizabeth, who was lying on her back.

After joining the severed colon with thread.

After exposing the broken uterus to the outside, it is made by weaving a new thread.

When they embrace each other’s love, it bears fruit and gives birth to another life.

It is undoubtedly a taboo of reverse heaven for humans to create a place that contains only part of God’s footsteps.

… … However, it doesn’t end there.

The monster newly weaves her beautiful platinum blonde hair that had been scorched by fire.

Burned skin was also restored to its original fair color.

It is not simply bringing a being who has crossed the threshold of death to another life.

A sight that seems to reverse time and stuff the past into the present.

Shake!

That’s why.

Princess Elizabeth is like someone who wakes up from a really long sleep.

After shaking her whole body, she rubbed her eyes with her fine hands and raised her upper body.

“… … ”

Then, the old-fashioned platinum hair is splendidly messed up, and it hides her naked body more conspicuously.

But Ferzen didn’t feel any lust there.

Rather, with her big hands, she carefully grabs her small, pure white feet as she turns around with her hazy eyes and comes down.

“ah… … ”

At that moment, she flinched, and Princess Elizabeth was able to see Ferzen kneeling under the operating table in her eyes.

Princess Elizabeth, who never had a proper judgment of the situation, wanted to ask him what she was doing, but… …

“Brutain is… … I have never done any favors to the imperial family.”

“… … ”

“Therefore, do not regard our loyalty as a debt to be paid. … ”

like a warm spring breeze.

His soft voice made her hazy mind focus on the present moment.

“and… … Disloyalty caused by my greed… … Dare to forgive me… … ”

He lowered his head and kissed his lips softly on the top of his foot.

At the very tickling sensation, Princess Elizabeth clenched her toes involuntarily, but the warmth from her toes made her heart very calm.

‘Is it like that… … ‘

quietly.

I don’t want to disturb this moment.

The door to the underworld opened behind Ferzen, just like the first time.

Several chains forcefully hold the monster and send him back to his original place.

The appearance of the monster that heals and restores the three layers of the underworld, especially the defects and wounds of the body.

Since it was so well known, Princess Elizabeth was able to guess roughly what had happened here.

Soggy… …

Seeing him parting her lips, Princess Elizabeth, who came down from the operating table, carefully stepped on the sticky blood that had been splattered on the floor.

Inconsistent with the atmosphere of the cold room.

The temperature of the blood is too hot.

This pool of blood is certainly not his, but the man in front of him—Fersen von Schweig Brutein.

okay.

‘Again, we… … ‘

I will stand on your blood.

One word from him that tells him that he has no debts to repay.

It seemed to lighten some of the burden on the imperial family too much.

perhaps… … Brutein’s mismatch, which started with the Claudia family.

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Maybe it’s because they looked at them instead?

If you were just trying to get it right from the start without noticing it.

Their loyalty may not have been tainted even for a moment.

“really… … It’s ironic.”

“… … ”

“You are giving me the courage to be hated by you… … ”

Princess Elizabeth, who smiles bitterly, reaches out her delicate hand and strokes Ferzen’s hair.

“Fersen von Schweig-Brütein.”

“Yes… … ”

“The relationship between these war gods has never changed. I wish it was a relationship rather than a contract… … ”

The voice of Princess Elizabeth that permeated into her ear.

Ferzen lowered her head a little more and opened her mouth.

“Definitely… … It will.”

What flows in the novel is the protagonist’s time.

In line with the flow of his time, all the characters’ time passes and events unfold.

But the reality was not.

Each watch develops its own flow and each event unfolds.

okay.

Here is Ferzen von Schweig-Brütein.

His watch, his life flowed.