The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen chapter 68

68 – My Prince -2-

A cold gaze was fixed on me.

A bewildered expression on Malik’s face.

Hannah crying.

And.

“What did you say?”

Rowen, who had gone insane.

A feeling of sharp pain was emanating from Rowen, as if to prove that she was the strongest in the empire. The aura that weighed down on me was directed towards me.

I looked at Rowen with a bitter smile.

“She can endure it.”

Rowen’s spirit had been strong enough to withstand the genuine liveliness of the lady who had had her chocolate taken away. Perhaps it was helpful for training.

“Enough! Don’t avoid it!”

“Miss, the fork you just used… It seemed to have some meat on it.”

“Damn it…! Ricardo will be mad!”

“But isn’t it wrong to take out your spirit on the butler?”

“Then don’t avoid it!”

“It’s just that you’re too slow…”

“Yikes!!!”

I decided to give the lady who had helped with my training a present of chocolate.

I managed to overcome Rowen’s vigor and brushed off the dust on my trousers. Malik’s perplexed expression was directed at me, but I smiled nonchalantly and spoke to Rowen.

“I gave an excessive admonition.”

“Why did you say something you knew?”

“For Count Histania’s happy retirement?”

Rowen furrowed her brow.

“…Are you joking right now?”

I shook my head in response.

“It’s not a joke. It’s sincere advice.”

“If I continue like this, I won’t even be buried in a proper grave, let alone be remembered.”

Rowen coldly replied to my sincere advice. It seems that my true intentions did not reach her.

“Do you want to die?”

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I earnestly answered Rowen’s question.

“No.”

Rowen’s expression cooled down. It seems that my true feelings of not wanting to die did not reach her.

I conveyed my true feelings to Rowen once again.

“I really don’t want to die.”

The energy emanating from Rowen became more sinister.

Rowen Histania.

A determined inspector with her own strong belief that can be compared to Mihail, who views the world as a flower garden. She believes her choices are correct. She possesses the stubbornness of self-righteousness proven by her success.

She is the type of person I dislike the most. And at the same time, a presence that can’t be denied of achievements. Because her success is not a lie.

Still, I disliked Rowan.

“Because I made Hanna cry.”

That’s why I stood in front of Rowan.

What fell from the ceiling wasn’t a chance occurrence due to fate. It stemmed from my snapped screw when I broke the ceiling because of Hanna’s crying.

Hanna was my first disciple.

Though our connection began tethered by money, it evolved into the relationship between a mentor and a disciple, laughing and crying, building trust.

Simultaneously, she was like a benefactor introducing Malik, the master of water.

I didn’t appreciate Rowan speaking carelessly about Hanna, who would later follow in Malik’s footsteps to become an excellent master of water. To protect the lifeline, I found myself here, using coincidence as a pretext to stand my ground.

Rowan was looking at me.

Once with the Tirving in hand.

Once with the crimson aura blooming in their hand.

Rowan’s pupils began to narrow rapidly. Not only had they stolen the dark magic stored in the mansion but now, a brazen thief was admonishing them with excessive words.

In a composed voice, Rowan said to me, “I won’t kill you. Instead, I’ll cut off that insolent tongue.”

As the words fell ominously, Hanna’s sword, lying on the floor, began to float into view. A technique seen in martial arts novels.

Yi Geum Sword.

It wasn’t the martial arts novel method of lifting a sword with internal energy but a technique manipulating mana in the surroundings using one’s own aura.

A display by a martial arts master to break the opponent’s spirit. A technique used to signify the confidence of ‘I don’t need to lift the sword, but I can still win.’

“Madman.”

Sensing the aura of a swordmaster, I chuckled and stepped forward towards Rowan.

*Swish.*

Rowan’s floating sword, slicing through the air, halted before my neckband.

Stopping at a gap barely wide enough for a single finger, I chuckled casually, facing Rowan’s sword that delivered a grim warning.

“Is this how you judge talent?”

[“Limit Break” tests the limit of the unique ability “Nullification” of the dark magic sword “Tirving.”]

Clang. With the sound, Rowan’s sword, floating in the air, dropped to the ground.

Rowan’s irises trembled.

“What have you done…?”

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Just demonstrated some grappling techniques.”

It seems that I don’t have the ability to use it often. It feels too burdensome for my body.

I passed by Rowen’s fallen sword, hiding my trembling hands.

As casually as possible.

As if I was not afraid.

I had to deceive myself.

That way, Rowen would be deceived.

With my current self, I cannot defeat Rowen. If I were to unleash all the hidden skills, maybe, but defeating a swordmaster without any preparation feels like hitting a rock with an egg.

However.

A clumsy trick was enough to make Rowen suspicious.

I wanted to create an atmosphere where we could have a conversation. That’s the way I can defeat Rowen.

If Rowen starts to doubt my strength even once, it will turn into confidence from then on.

In front of me, Rowen was doubting me. Perhaps, this is how I appeared in Rowen’s eyes.

“Are we equals, or maybe more.”

The effect of the invisibility potion that prevented him from sensing my presence.

Rowen’s defeated sword falling without any spirit due to the effect of Tearving.

And the calm expression worked together to break Rowen’s momentum.

When Rowen came out with a defensive attitude, I seized the advantage and looked straight at Rowen.

“I didn’t like you from the beginning. The fact that you’re prettier than me and have a habit of talking. Especially, what I didn’t like the most was…”

“…”

“Telling my precious disciple to put away the sword… Is it just a formality?”

Hana widened her eyes at my flowing words.

She glanced at me at the mention of a disciple.

She bowed her head, feeling emotional at the word ‘precious.’

Looking at Hana like that, I smiled bitterly.

“I should have come out a little earlier.”

I felt regret at Hana’s shrugged shoulders, but Rowen, who was listening to the story, did not seem to accept it that way.

With a complicated expression, Rowen retorted to me.

“It doesn’t seem to be a problem that concerns you.”

“It doesn’t seem to be a problem that concerns Lord Histania either… I’m just not interested in attending a parental observation class.”

“Stop fooling around. This is your last warning.”

“Is this a joke?”

I said, looking straight at Rowen.

In the vast span of time, I echoed the words he might have said to Hanna, whispering them into Rowen’s ear.

“The talent you speak of, my lord.”

“…”

“Isn’t it that my lord lacks it?”

“What…?”

“Eyes that fail to recognize Hanna’s talent. Even someone like me, a young lad, can see it, yet someone of a knightly rank, like the Commander, cannot… It’s rather peculiar, isn’t it?”

“Say it again. This time, I’ll tear that tongue apart.”

“Oh, my, how scary.”

Rowen’s expression began to shift in real-time. At the mention of being grotesque, he started emitting a menacing aura, as if he didn’t care about the people around him suffocating from his oppressive presence.

The more he reacted, the more my words began to gnaw at Rowen’s chest.

You too insulted my disciple.

May you suffer just the same.

“A father who couldn’t even remember his daughter’s birthday.”

“Going as far as trying to teach a goose that lays golden eggs… Ha… It’s not even a sane thing to do…”

Like an Archbishop of remorse that shattered Rowen’s heart from the novel where he lost Hanna, I probed into Rowen’s mind.

“You should have done at least one of the two properly. In fact, it wasn’t that you lacked talent, was it?”

“Shut up.”

“Even shutting up might require talent. I lack the talent for it, you see. Haha…”

I began to release the crimson aura from beneath my feet.

Within the confines of manipulating the aura, I, several steps ahead of Rowen, gradually began to overlay my aura over his.

The possession technique, akin to overpowering magic in every aspect, was creating a result that overwhelmed everything.

The knowledge from the original.

Assistance from the system.

Efforts from childhood.

All of these combined, producing a performance that would astonish everyone.

– *Kuduk…*

Amidst the tumultuous noise filling the surroundings, Rowen’s golden aura began to be covered by my own.

The walls began to turn to gold.

The mansion began to shake.

Rowan’s eyes widened.

I looked at Rowan’s bewildered face and said, “Having talent is not something one can say after witnessing something like this, right?”

“…Unbelievable.”

“I am indeed an incomprehensible being.”

Rowan’s eyes started to tremble.

He must be witnessing the perfect manifestation of an aura, the most powerful among the auras he had ever seen. Knowing that an aura, without the surging magic, enveloping the entire mansion, would appear more beautiful to an inspector than any other work, I lifted my head with an arrogant expression.

“In the future, I would appreciate it if you could reduce your interest in my disciple. It’s distracting from her studies.”

“…”

“If you have any complaints, well… please express them in a letter. Oh, and…”

I said to Rowan in a mutter.

“It seems the lord of Histania should learn humility first.”

It’s ironic for someone as far from humility as me to say such things to someone else, but words are just words.

I took Hanna’s hand.

Her hand was cold.

Thud. Hanna’s tears were falling onto the back of the hand I held.

“Is it true…?”

Hanna said to me with a trembling voice.

“Am I really someone important to Master?”

I glanced discreetly at Rowan behind me and smiled.

“Yes. Of course.”

Hanna’s face turned red.

She was a Hanna with a heart pounding like crazy.

***

The peaceful lady’s mansion.

In front of the majestic Tyrving boasting a black hue, the lady had a mysterious expression.

“I want to touch it.”

“If you touch it, you’ll be scolded.”

“…Did you steal it?”

“No, I received it as a gift from Malich.”

The young lady raised an eyebrow.

“Malich?”

“He’s the boss of the forest friends.”

“…Oh, what a kind person. Let’s be close from now on.”

“Understood.”

The young lady nodded and spoke to Tyrbeng.

“You look pretty. You look like chocolate.”

I said to the young lady, “That’s dark chocolate, so it will be heavily used.”

“Heh…”

As the young lady reached out towards Tyrbeng, she withdrew her hand in surprise.

She firmly stated, “Stop.”

I directed a small smile towards her.

“Yes, stop it is.”

Watching this scene, Hanna let out a deep sigh.

“No, what kind of sorcery…”

With a faint smile, I said to Hanna, “Would you like to touch as well, Hanna? It won’t drive you crazy, just a brief touch.”

Hanna sighed deeply and said, “No…”

He seemed too much of a large man for her to handle.

But…

Everything about him felt precious in Hanna’s eyes.

Hanna clenched her fists and whispered softly to herself.

“I… like it.”

It was Hanna’s small courage in understanding love.

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