The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen chapter 145

145 – Protecting Uriah -2-

The chandelier spinning around.

Subtle vibrations felt from the floor.

An ominous sign only sensitive individuals could perceive began to emanate from the banquet hall.

I lifted my head to look at the ceiling.

‘It’s starting.’

-Spinning around.

The chandelier was subtly swaying.

Lost in thought, I swallowed dryly as I watched the shadow of the chandelier moving in circles as if there had been an earthquake.

‘What should be the priority.’

The growth of the main characters?

Or the definite safety of Uriah?

Regardless of the choice, the conclusion was related to the success of the quest. I would fight to protect Uriah, and the main characters would also fight while caring for Uriah’s safety.

I had to decide whether to actively participate in the suppression of the heretics or prioritize observing with a passive attitude.

If I wanted a clear resolution, taking action would be best, and if I wished for the growth of the main characters, silently watching would be the answer.

‘It’s tricky.’

I want to play with the lady quickly.

An assault means suddenly attacking at an unexpected time. That was the ultimate goal and reason for the means called an assault.

This invasion of the heretics was of this kind.

Two archbishops.

Twenty inquisitors.

A special unit consisting of thirty fanatics was organized at a rapid pace to kidnap Yuria.

They all had more experience than academy students, and above all, they had the will to sacrifice death.

Stealth and impact.

Speed and precision.

The heretics, who focused on speed rather than explosive force, had faith as their most potent weapon.

The fanatics who willingly sacrificed their lives for justice were opponents that the academy students, nurtured in a greenhouse, could not handle.

Each of them had a level of force equivalent to academy students, slightly below them, but their faith gave them an overwhelming advantage.

Especially the archbishops had an incomparable gap compared to the academy students. Thus, Mikail and Lune would find it difficult to confront them.

If they suddenly rushed in during a calm moment, the academy students would be unable to use their full power.

The elite heretic group was like locusts rushing to kidnap Yuria.

The use of faith was also urgently needed for the heretics.

Due to the nature of the ball, only a few people were allowed to carry weapons. Except for the vanguard and the student council security, carrying weapons was not permitted.

I was also included in this rule.

I didn’t have Tiring with me now. Or more accurately, I didn’t have it with me. I wanted to bring it into the ballroom, but it wouldn’t be a good choice as it would risk being driven out.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. If you wanted to attend the ball, you had to follow the academy’s rules. So, I hid Tiring in a corner of the ballroom and attended the ball.

It was easy to have it if you set your mind to it.

Tiring, the sword itself, had the disadvantage of captivating the opponent, so I didn’t want to entrust it to the security and cause unnecessary trouble.

Lost in thought, I looked at Chandelier with a frustrated feeling and let out a deep sigh.

“It’s frustrating.”

I have two weapons.

One is a sword, and the other is a newly acquired unique magic called Thunder.

-Click.

I flicked my finger, causing a small electric charge in my hand.

“Physics,” I muttered, releasing a red lightning bolt, consuming mana. I had a rough idea of how to use it.

A magic that could be used without planning, just going out spontaneously. Thunder, which could be conceived without the need for complex calculations, seemed to have a high mana consumption but appeared not to have restrictions on form.

“Maybe it’s better this way.”

Thinking about ways to apply magic to move like my body and to be able to be clad in the sword, I concentrated my mana.

“You’ll figure it out when you use it.”

It’s better than doing nothing.

While pondering complicated thoughts about the application of magic.

“Butler…!”

A girl waving her hand happily in a corner of the ballroom began to catch my eye.

Hanna Histania, with yellow dress fluttering, vigorously waved her hand. Hanna, with her chestnut hair, was making a great effort to see my face, and a small smile emerged on my face.

“You seem to be doing well.”

With a spring in her step, Hanna looked healthy.

I couldn’t tell what she had been up to during the break, but I immediately noticed a different energy emanating from her.

The once elusive and wandering flow of magic was now steady, and her movements exuded a newfound confidence. She was like the lady of Histania, Rowentha.

I had read in the status window that she possessed talent comparable to Rowentha, but I never expected it to be this remarkable.

Concealing my pride, I waved my hand towards Hanna.

“Long time no see, Miss Hanna.”

“Yes! Just a moment…!”

Hanna was pushing through the crowd towards me.

“I was looking for you, and here you are.”

Since the Histania Estate, it was the first time I had seen Hanna.

She had been missing for a while, and seeing her so lively put my mind at ease.

If it weren’t for Hanna, I might not have been able to enter the ball.

– Hey.

– Yes, sir.

– I’m not sir, I’m Malic.

– Yes, sir.

– …Sigh. Do you happen to have time in three days?

– If you want me to, I can make time right now.

– There’s no need for that. Ugh… I received an invitation to the ball from Hanna, but I have something going on that day.

– Oh…

– If you’re free, could you go in my place? I’ll make sure to pay you extra for your time.

– It’s shining.

– Can’t you stop with the formalities?

– Are you telling me not to breathe?

– Sigh…

I had intended to find Hanna as soon as I arrived at the ball, but due to a sudden issue involving Yuria, I couldn’t locate her. So, seeing Hanna appear before me like this was a relief.

Though she wasn’t part of the quest, Hanna needed to be protected too.

Hanna, who had come up to me out of nowhere, bowed to Yuria, then raised her bright eyes to me.

“Manservant! Long time no see.”

“Yes, have you been well?”

“Yes…! Um, I saw you earlier.”

“What did you see?”

I awkwardly scratched my chin, feeling embarrassed for showing such a bashful side of me.

Unaware of my thoughts, Hanna continued with an expression full of praise.

“I was scolding that arrogant noble. It was so cool! I wish I could…!”

Hanna, complimenting me on my improved appearance rather than my brother, made me feel more handsome. She continued with shy praise.

I smiled gently and patted Hanna’s head.

“I’m glad to see you looking well.”

“Thanks to you, I’ve been doing well, Manservant.”

“No, I didn’t do anything.”

Fortunately.

It was a relief that the people I needed to protect were gathered in one place. If they were scattered, I would have had to search for each one individually. I shared a conversation with Hanna, smiling proudly.

Although there was an awkward tension between Yuria and Hanna, the conversation flowed naturally.

Just as the talk was about to turn to the young lady’s current situation.

– Ku-gung.

A sense of stillness began to flow.

In the banquet hall, the urgent muttering of the student council president, Shaltia, started to be heard.

“Guards…! Why aren’t they answering…!”

Shaltia’s ominous muttering was foreseeing a sense of impending doom in the events to come.

Hanna looked up at the ceiling of the banquet hall with trembling eyes. Then Hanna mumbled, looking at me, asking if I had sensed it.

As a teacher, I was truly proud of Hanna’s growth.

Mikhail and Ruin, being foolish as they were, were too preoccupied to notice and enjoy the banquet.

I smiled faintly and said to Hanna.

“It seems guests have arrived.”

“…”

“Well… what should we do?”

– Ku-gung.

Hanna, looking at the chandelier shaking violently as if it would fall, gathered energy in her hands, and I too exhaled a faint aura, waiting.

-Creak…

The ceiling of the banquet hall, now with gold streaks, began to rain down many shards without giving much time for waiting, falling to the ground.

The moon, brightly shining, began to reveal itself in the crumbling ceiling.

The chandelier fell at the center.

Amidst the debris of many buildings pouring down on the banquet hall.

Figures in black hoods began to kneel rapidly at the center of the banquet hall.

And among them, a man in white priestly attire was gracefully descending.

The priest spread his hands and smiled.

Although his face was concealed by the hood, the aura emanating from him signified that of an archbishop.

“Good evening, everyone.”

In the novel, the minor villain ‘Archbishop Mirvael of Slander’ was smiling up at the sky. A man began to walk towards the kneeling heretics.

Lord Hans, with an ordinary face, swept his hair back roughly and walked towards the group of heretics.

As the space distorted and his face transformed, Ruin’s expression began to contort.

“Hans…!”

“Long time no see, Archbishop of Greed.”

“Long time no see, Archbishop of Slander.”

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And.

Hans, with an awkward smile towards the Archbishop of Slander, said.

“Let’s retreat.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Things have taken a turn. That monster…”

-Flash…!

In an instant, a scarlet lightning began to strike above Hans’s head.

-Kwaddeung!!!

Amidst the relentless onslaught of scarlet lightning, I pierced through the rising black smoke with a small smile.

“It won’t work.”

I couldn’t just let it slide without even starting.

*

Much time passed.

Ricardo began to shoot lightning like a madman, subtly starting to disrupt the path of the heretics.

It was subtle.

Between the lightning dodged by the Archbishop and the lightning falling at dangerous moments for the academy students, Mikhail was feeling a strange emotion.

“Why,” a question began to arise.

Not only was he surprised by Ricardo using magic, but what puzzled Mikhail even more was that Ricardo was helping others.

As Mikhail watched the lightning falling at dangerous moments for himself, he gritted his teeth, and his mind became even more complex due to the sudden lightning strikes in the situation where the heretics were not being finished off.

Another question of “why” arose as Mikhail’s hand was enveloped.

-Swish…!

The black of the priest in white robes brushed past his cheek.

Mikhail stared at the priest with trembling eyes.

“hehehehe… What’s going on here?”

“…”

“I’ve never heard of such a monster before, have you?”

Strength never felt before.

With fierce determination, Mikhail gripped his sword.

-Zap!

A red lightning struck again, beginning to aid Mikhail.