The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen chapter 193

193 – The Story of How I First Met That Man -8-

Yung took his hand off Ricardo’s head with the horrible pain. It was extreme pain. It was pain as if his own head was burning up.

“Kuaaagh…!”

It was the first time Yung had experienced something like this, so he looked at Ricardo with eyes that couldn’t comprehend.

It was the first time he had encountered such strong resistance, as if he was rejecting him from reading his memories.

Usually, it ended in failure or he would just disappear without any damage, but this boy was very, very different.

And.

The boy before his eyes laughed cruelly and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

“That’s it.”

The boy had his longsword in his hand. He laughed cruelly as if he had anticipated that he would not be able to read his memories when he had stolen the longsword from his waist in an instant, and then he rushed at him in one breath.

It was dangerous.

It was dangerous for him, who had become defenseless due to the pain, to block the boy’s attack.

The boy seized the opportunity and swung his sword at his neck in one breath. Yung barely dodged the boy’s sharply swung sword.

“I won’t miss.”

Yung pushed the boy away with his magic power, but the boy’s sword was stronger than he thought.

Yung felt that things were going wrong as his vision went dark in one eye with a ‘creaking’ sound of his flesh being torn.

The boy laughed softly and shook off the blood from his sword.

“One down.”

He had lost one eye.

He had given the boy hope because of a moment of carelessness.

The boy smiled. The boy with a weapon exuded a threatening aura, unlike before.

He was like a beast. He glared at him as if he would bite his neck off if he showed any sign of weakness.

“I thought it wouldn’t work, but this is it.”

“…”

“Oh, man… Are you already at your limit?”

The boy muttered softly and glanced at one place.

The boy looked at the place where the little boy named Mikhail was lying. The boy shouted at Mikhail, who was gradually regaining his energy.

“Run away!”

“What…?”

“I told you to run away!”

“No. I can fight too…!”

“Don’t be stubborn and run away!”

The boy kicked the floor once more and started running. Now he knew what the boy was thinking.

Yung, who was convinced that he was interfering with his cooking, gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain.

He couldn’t let him go.

He had also decided on the main course of his cooking. He couldn’t let him go so easily. So Yung did what he could do.

-Thud.

The boy’s body rolled on the floor with Yung’s dark magic flowing ominously, but he immediately got up and prepared to jump at him.

It must have hit him properly.

Yung smiled faintly and grabbed his dagger, thinking that he wouldn’t have the strength to stand properly after that shock.

“Ha… What a cheeky brat.”

He had given the brat too much leeway. He had wasted time just because he wanted to see a little more.

There was no way to stop him if he came running with that momentum. The boy was too fast, and no matter where he stabbed him, the boy would do anything to cut off his breath. Yung finished his thought with a cruel smile.

‘Then I have to throw him a bait.’

Yung threw the dagger.

Not at the boy, but at Mikhail.

If the boy was holding a sword to protect someone, he would create the outcome he had in mind.

Yong confidently began to draw the next picture.

At that, a slicing sound rang out from Yong’s dagger, and Yong raised his head with a small laugh.

“Did you get caught?”

The boy was caught on the hook he had thrown.

“Damn it.”

“I knew you’d get caught.”

“Does that mean you can just flirt with other guys?”

Looking at the drops of blood dripping down, Mikhail let out an idiotic scream.

“…Huh?”

That’s because the boy was standing before him.

A body as small as it was fragile.

The boy, whose only advantage was his height, was looking at Mikhail with a smile.

“Are you okay?”

“Ah…ah…”

“I’m not okay.”

“Aah…no.”

Thud. The boy collapsed powerlessly before Mikhail. He had no strength to stand.

Because the attack just now was an attack that had gathered all the strength he could, his body could no longer move.

The situation was such that the penalty for exceeding his limits was also approaching. You know.

Puck. Yong’s kick slammed into the boy’s shoulder. Yong cracked a small smile at the sight of the boy rolling around on the floor.

“Too bad. You could have won.”

“F*ck.”

“What can I do? It’s your fault for being weak-minded.”

Mikhail picked up a stone and started running towards Yong.

“Don’t!”

Yong laughed at Mikhail’s feeble resistance and kicked him in the stomach.

It was funny.

The boy who sacrificed himself to protect.

The guy who couldn’t do anything and just stood there. Everything was fun and exciting.

Yong pulled out the dagger that was stuck in the boy’s back.

He knew that the boy would die from the blood flowing out, but that wasn’t Yong’s problem.

This guy wasn’t the main character anyway.

Yong threw the dagger in front of Mikhail.

“Do it.”

“…?”

“I’ll let one of you live.”

Yong liked it now.

He liked it too much when the moment of despair came. The picture wasn’t being drawn the way he wanted, but he didn’t care about the small things because the flavor he felt now was so good.

“Why are you hesitating?”

“…I’ll kill you!”

“Who will kill me?”

Yung began to release a terrible murderous intent towards Mikhail. In order to push his back so that he could do it. He was not such a merciless person, so he was being considerate.

A gift from his weak-willed self. Since the choice was only a means to pull Yung up, Yung looked at the boy and Mikhail, whose trembling bodies were rising with excitement.

Yung looked at the boy whose eyes had opened and said.

“Do you want to live?”

“…”

“Don’t you?”

And looking at Mikhail, he said.

“You too. You can live if you stab him. Really!”

Yung waited, knowing that wanting to live makes a person desperate.

-Clatter…

The little boy, Mikhail, began to respond to Yung’s expectations.

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The boy looked at Mikhail with trembling eyes and bowed his head. Yung clenched his fists, feeling thrilled at the sight of the boy feeling betrayed.

‘Yes…!’

This is what he wanted.

To abandon someone in order to live.

Yung, who wanted a picture of betraying the boy he had treated like a benefactor in the memories contained in the doll, smacked his lips at his own cooking that was getting hotter and said.

“I am a man who keeps his promises.”

In order to feel greater beauty.

*

Mikhail, with his head bowed, could not hide his trembling shoulders for a while.

I looked at Mikhail and thought. I can do it well enough.

I didn’t resent him. Honestly, when the dagger fell before my eyes, I had such thoughts too. In the novel, Yung was a guy who kept at least one promise well.

Unlike other villains. Even though there were tricky constraints to that promise, I knew that I could live if I stabbed Mikhail with this sword.

But how could I do that? I had already put on all the airs.

I looked at Mikhail with a faint smile.

“I’m sorry…”

Mikhail was biting his lips tightly and holding the dagger.

I felt compassion for Mikhail, who was trying to overcome his fear with his trembling hands. I thought it wouldn’t be bad if it ended like this.

“My mother promised she would come…”

“Yes.”

“So…”

Mikhail turned around.

“You meet our mother instead of me and tell her that I’m doing well.”

He said to Yung, holding the dagger towards him. With an expression that seemed like he was about to cry at any moment, Mikhail held the sword towards Yung and said in a trembling voice.

“Because you protected me every day…!”

“…”

“Because you took my place every single day!”

Mikhail’s voice was choked with sobs.

“So this time, I will protect you!”

Just like the hero in the novel.

I shook my head with a small laugh.

“So you are.”

And then.

I stabbed Mikhail in the stomach with his sword. I could hear the scream of the slime. A scream telling me not to ruin his meal.

Ignoring the slime’s scream, I grabbed Mikhail by the neck and said,

“So you tell me. Don’t bother me.”

I patted the surprised Mikhail on the shoulder.

“It’s okay.”

“…Huh?”

“Nothing happened.”

“…”

“Just pretend that I was never here.”

(!) Mikhail’s psychology is unstable.

“So, forget about it.”

And with that, I left Mikhail.

*

I don’t remember what happened after that.

There was the slime kicking me in rage.

Mikhail ran away when I told him to, and I somehow managed to buy some time by grabbing the slime’s foot.

And then.

A terrible time followed.

The slime’s angry voice, contemplating how to dispose of me who had been left alone, made my shoulders tremble, and I was terrified by the plan to brainwash me and sell me off as a pagan.

But since I had lost a lot of blood, I knew that I didn’t have much time left, so it wasn’t that scary.

I was going to die anyway.

As I lay there losing my will to live and cursing the slime,

I remembered a promise I had forgotten.

-Play with me today.

-No.

-I’ll buy you something delicious.

-No.

The promise I made with the villainess.

I regretted not being able to keep it. The food that the villainess would buy for me must have been so delicious.

Well, it’s not like she’s going to come looking for me.

It was a lonely life.

Both my past and present life.

A life where no one came looking for me.

As I closed my eyes, overcome by drowsiness, a familiar voice reached my ears.

-Brat.

It was the familiar voice of the villainess.

-Do you want to keep following me around?

She spoke, exuding a murderous aura. And the villainess said,

-Kill him.

In a cold voice.

That’s how I…

-Just tail me.

-…

-Don’t run off and do something stupid.

-Damn it.

I became the villainess’ butler.