The Villain Who Robbed the Heroines chapter 192

The Villain Who Robbed the Heroines 192

Kirik.

In the silence of no conversation, the wheelchair slowly climbs the hill.

Beyond that is the Imperial Palace of the capital.

“… … ”

Is Ferzen trying to do today the job that was put on hold because he couldn’t respond to the call that day?

“welcome!”

“Good work.”

As if proving that his prediction was not wrong, as Ferzen, who had crossed the gates of the Imperial Palace, led her to the dungeon, Lizzy naturally grabbed the pull-up of the wheelchair with both hands.

It is a place where the traces of her deceased older brothers remain in a negative way, so it is natural for her to show rejection.

Kick… …

The more you go down underground, the more unpleasant the air that is like suffocation thickens.

The fact that Ferzen and I are going this long road alone in the darkness illuminated by the torch on the wall also made Lizzie very hard mentally.

“Uh… … ! Could you please reveal your identity?”

But soon after, when the guard standing in front of the thick iron gate got up from his seat and answered in a loud voice, Lizzy could feel the trauma that tied her up a little bit.

“This is Count Ruerg.”

“What is the purpose of your visit?”

“I brought in a troop member who was unable to attend the meeting a few days ago due to circumstances.”

“Yes! All right! Confirmed!”

squeaky.

After completing all the verification process, the guard opens the thick iron door with the key attached to his waist.

Then, Lizzy trembled involuntarily at the deep bloody smell that came from the other side.

Obviously, every one of the prisons you pass by when you step inside is extremely clean… …

Rather, the inconsistency makes it terribly creepy.

Kick… …

When her wheelchair, which had been going for a long time, stopped, Lizzy slowly raised her head.

A prisoner can be seen lying on the floor with his whole body bound beyond the iron bars in front.

“eww… … Oops!”

A man who struggles ugly and groans in trouble mixed with fear.

“My name is Keres and I am 35 years old. Please do not feel guilty about the charges of raping and killing six young girls.”

Ttobakttobak, the guard who followed, recites detailed information about the prisoner in front of him, and takes a few steps back.

The notice I received also stated what was going to happen, so it was a matter that Lizzie also knew that she had to kill that prisoner here today.

However, it would be a lie if I said there was no objection.

Because he had no experience of killing people.

However, the rejection was not based on psychological factors to the last.

It’s just a sense of rejection that the moral sense educated in the course of a lifetime gives.

And Lizzy, realizing it, suddenly burst into a self-helpful laugh.

The morality that people are raised and educated must be a social promise that is not established by law to treat others as human beings.

Did they keep that promise?

Yes, in the first place, it was funny that he felt rejected in this situation.

There could be no more feelings left to devote to the beasts of the world who listen to the truth and glorify perverted justice.

“… … ”

That is why Lizzy opened the sub-space by stroking the altar in such a way that even herself was unfamiliar.

Then, after taking out the coffin, he ministered to one of the sleeping corpses and woke him up… …

“ugh… … Shut it off!”

He commits the act of killing without hesitation.

Sizzle!

The sound of a person’s skin melting and burning in the rising flame.

The guard, who had taken a few steps back, naturally clutched his nose as the unpleasant burn spread out.

However, Lizzie, who watched the scene without blinking an eye, eventually pierced a small hole in the prisoner’s abdomen and dropped a solid flame that changed his nature.

Immediately after, I covered the tiny hole, and the smoke rising from burning inside my stomach… …

“turn off… … ! Turn it off–!”

The prisoner’s stomach swelled more and more.

The pain of ripening as if the organs inside the body were smoked, it must be something that cannot be described in words.

At the very least, the guard who had been glancing at the scene would also have turned his head.

For a moment, even if he was a vicious death row inmate, the method of execution in front of him was cruel enough to make him feel sorry for him.

Whoops–!

But sooner or later, she could no longer hold on to such sentiments, and when her swollen stomach burst and the prisoner in front of her died instantly, Lizzy instinctively closed her eyes.

Kaang!

iron puck… … !

Bones falling to the floor after being hit with iron grates make a loud noise.

Then, the flesh and the fishy blood that squirmed between them soaked Lizzy’s body, and it was sticky and sticky.

“… … ”

I blankly opened my eyes and looked at the six pieces with my hands, and I can still feel them wriggling.

No, I feel that way because my hands are shaking.

When I lifted my head and looked at the front, the corpse displayed on the floor had a shape similar to that of chewed food.

And the unpleasant odor of ripe, ripe, from there tried to induce nausea in an instant, but Lizzy endured it and slowly removed the flesh from her cheeks.

Juruk.

“… … ”

Why?

Why?

tears flow

I don’t even have feelings of terrifying, terrifying, terrifying.

Tears flowing from his eyes mixed with the prisoner’s hot blood and ran down his cheeks.

Who are these tears really for?

Also, what does it mean?

Shake!

Just as she was about to be swallowed by her thoughts, Lizzie trembled slightly when Ferzen’s large hand grabbed her chin.

Shrek… …

His hand gently wipes away his tears.

Then, even after killing a person, the emotion that hardly responded… … Belatedly, I screamed terrifying, terrifying, and terrifying.

“ah… … hahaha… … ”

Do you hate seeing me struggling so much?

This terrible stage, which is no different from living hell, must have been prepared by your own hands.

Why do you hate to see me dancing on that stage so much?

Still, if you don’t like it, I wondered if it would be okay to carry on with the role you were assigned to on this unwanted stage until the end.

Torn, trampled, crushed, immobile, tormenting your eyes.

Tormenting your ears with gloomy, dreadful, screaming screams… …

Only for you, my miserable stage.

“… … ”

And, will your hypocritical kindness cover these things… …

“ship… … I’m hungry… … ”

Now I’m a little curious.

“okay… … Do not move.”

Ferzen von Schweig Brutein, an ugly nightmare that haunts me.

So, I will also become a thorn in the sin that torments you and meet the end.

* * * * *

“… … ”

After taking a bath with the help of the maids working in the Imperial Palace, and changing into a uniform of the appropriate order, Lizzy looked at the mirror on the other side with lifeless purple eyes.

Obviously, what is reflected is the appearance of oneself.

Nevertheless, it seems quite ridiculous to sit in a wheelchair and prepare for the coming war.

Whether it was the Ernes Empire or the Elmark Empire.

In their eyes, they will see themselves as knights who go to the battlefield without holding a sword.

Kirik.

As he exits the dressing room after such a brief self-examination, Ferzen, who has been waiting with arms crossed, turns his head.

“Branch.”

Whoops!

Thinking about the dinner table with him already makes me nauseous.

But Lizzie struggled to persevere, and controlled her own body to move the wheelchair.

“Is there anything you want to eat?”

“… … ”

While leaving the Imperial Palace and going down the hill, Lizzie quietly looked up at Ferzen’s voice asking for her doctor’s intention.

Since when on earth did a man like you ask for my doctor?

When I do this hypocritical kindness and contradictory consideration, I feel pain as if my whole body is twisted.

“… … Steak, let’s eat it.”

“Your stomach will not accept it.”

The condition of inflammation was severe, and the only thing I ate while lying on the bed was hot soup.

Therefore, as Ferzen said, if you suddenly eat greasy food, your stomach will not be able to accept it.

But what does that mean?

I couldn’t stand the stinging feeling of vomit on the spot, and the sight of it pouring out as it was, didn’t seem too bad.

His miserable self, unable to even eat properly, must be a sight he doesn’t want to see.

“I don’t want an unwanted companion either.”

“… … ”

“However, if that’s the case, I don’t have anything… … I have to earn money to eat… … ”

“What do you mean?”

“The mansion and the things in the mansion. No one will buy anything that belonged to the traitor.”

“… … ”

“With the money left in the mansion, it is impossible to even have a luxurious meal, so the only value left in this body… … ”

“Lizzie.”

“why? ah… … how about it. If it’s okay, the Count will buy you?”

Contrary to her dead purple eyes, Lizzy’s red lips with a forced smile look very pathetic.

“The blood of a traitor. There must be a lot of people who don’t want to give me a penny by using my body… … If it were you, at least you wouldn’t.”

“… … ”

“I have nothing to say.”

Lizzy, who continues to speak alone, begins to unbutton her uniform one by one, trimming her hair that is fluttering in the wind.

Then, he opened the baggy cloak to the side and showed Ferzen his bulging chest.

“On that day, than then… … Isn’t it less boring?”

Shrek.

Lizzy, reaching out her hand, grabs Ferzen’s large hand and brings it to her chest.

But Ferzen’s touch never touched that pure white skin.

On the way, his hand, turning in the direction, caught the clothes that had been turned left and right.

“… … ”

tuk.

Tuuk.

His hands, moving quietly, lock the buttons one by one, and neatly arrange the loosely folded clothes.

Ferzen still doesn’t say anything, but his red eyes looking down at him… …

There was a faint contempt mixed with it, as if to say that even struggling was ugly.

“… … ”

This terrible scar that cannot be erased or hidden must have been engraved by Ferzen himself.

Why does he spit out such feelings after facing it?

Perhaps, he was expecting the appearance of overcoming this adversity and trying to make a beautiful flower bloom.

‘I… … ‘

You know better than anyone that I’m not that strong.

If anyone had such an expectation, it would be a meaningless wish.

‘What you have to face… … ‘

I am not a woman trying to stand up from adversity.

She must be an ugly, miserable, desperately screaming woman who slowly withers away.

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