The Villain Bought the Heroine - The Villain Bought the Heroine chapter 92
Chapter 92
“Look at this, Aintern. Our child.”
Frikkanrisk held the baby swaddled in silk in her arms, wearing an expression of overwhelming love.
She always wore a cold expression as if made of ice, and rumors had spread about her even before, solely based on her demeanor. But seeing this woman now, no one would dare speak ill of her.
“Do you like it that much?”
Aintern, who was preparing dinner in the distance, approached upon her words. Frikkanrisk seemed to have said such words to the baby more than twenty times already.
“Do you not like it then?”
“Of course, I like it so much I could die happy.”
“Aintern. Even as a joke, don’t say such things.”
“hahahaha. I’m sorry.”
Aintern brought his finger to the baby’s tiny, grasping hand.
In response, the baby instinctively clenched that finger. Feeling the strength emanating from the small body, laughter bubbled up involuntarily.
“Her eyes are round, her nose is button-like, just like Iris.”
“Her mouth and ears resemble you.”
Iris was Frikkanrisk’s real name. It was the name she was called by her parents before receiving the name Frikkanrisk.
Now, only Aintern, her husband in this world, knew her real name.
“I worry. If our child inherits too much of Iris’s genes and turns out excessively beautiful, might people mistake her for a girl in the future?”
“Your genes are also in the mix, so there’s no need to worry.”
“Are you saying I’m ugly?”
“Well, you’re not ugly.”
They lived playfully, sometimes teasing each other, living a simple life.
Their dwelling was a small cabin on a secluded mountain in the north of Troa. As long as they didn’t release the polymorph, living together was more than enough for them. With the addition of the baby, the three of them were as happy as could be, feeling like they had everything in the world.
Though there were times when Aintern, who hadn’t yet retired from his role as a warrior, would be lonely on the days he didn’t return from the church for a few weeks, or sometimes months, that wouldn’t last much longer.
For the sake of his wife, he could humbly lay down the life of a warrior he had dedicated himself to for a lifetime.
“I’m sorry for being too selfish.”
“Why do you keep saying that? I quit being a warrior because I wanted to, so why apologize to Iris?”
“It’s because I can’t live among people.”
Due to her oath, Frikkanrisk shouldn’t interfere in human affairs.
It wasn’t that she caused significant harm by breaking it, but it was a deeply rooted belief, almost like a curse, that was hard to ignore.
“Iris.”
Aintern called her with a raised eyebrow, which didn’t suit him at all. Iris tried to suppress a smile.
“Every time you apologize to me now, I feel like I’m in trouble.”
He said it in what was supposed to be a scary tone, but naturally, he was more gentle than intimidating. Rather than showing strength, he seemed awkward.
Not wanting to disregard his warning, Iris suppressed the ticklish feeling that kept welling up and replied.
“Are you daring to scold a goddess?”
“Right now, I’m scolding my wife before a goddess.”
Iris’s laughter burst out. Bright and beautiful like a spring flower blooming. She says, “That’s right. Your wife comes before God.” Watching her as if entranced, Ainteren asks, “Did I say I love you today?” “Wh-why all of a sudden…?” “Seeing Iris smile made me want to say it. I love you, Iris.” “…Here it comes again. It’s absurd to think I’d be surprised every time.” “Too bad. Iris is cutest when flustered.” “….” “Ah, your face turned red.” The news of a child for Freikhanlisk, and furthermore, that Shinsu’s remaining life was not long, served as evidence. About 50 years left to live. It was incredibly short compared to the long 500 years she had lived. However, Freikhanlisk did not feel sad. The upcoming 50 years were more precious and valuable than the 500 years she had lived so far, immersing herself in happiness she had never experienced in her lifetime. Always receiving pain and wounds from people. She thought that’s what humans, the species, were all about. The creature called a human being. The man named Ainteren. She never thought they would be such a great gift, to be able to raise a child with him and end her life with joy. It would be an invaluable 50 years. …That’s what she thought. Until that man came. *** “Are you upset?” “I’m not upset.” “You seem upset…” “I said I’m not.” “Iri… Freikhanlisk. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought a stranger here. I was reckless.” When Ainteren persisted, Freikhanlisk, who had been avoiding eye contact by turning her head, finally looked at him sharply. “Ainteren. How do you view the Twelve Gods? I said that such things don’t affect me.” Just as Iris was about to say that her authoritative tone only came when she was flustered or upset, she swallowed her words with a gulp. And then, a man who had been watching from afar slowly approached. Freikhanlisk’s sharp gaze made him stop in his tracks. “If you come any closer, I’ll cut your legs… No, that’s not it…” She couldn’t finish her sentence. Even if a stranger dared to step into their precious sanctuary, this man was Ainteren’s long-time friend and colleague. “I spoke ill to the first guest.” The man lowered his head at Freikhanlisk’s words. His voice was weak and low. “No, it’s not like that. Lord Shinsu. I came here after much deliberation despite Ainteren’s repeated refusals… You have every right to be cold to me.” His voice lacked strength and was low.
Continuing with a solemn tone.
It was clear that she was slowly lowering herself.
“If I have offended, I apologize. Let’s call it a day.”
She felt uncomfortable.
She had carefully observed the man’s initial reaction when he first saw her.
She could clearly see the dilated pupils and the momentarily irregular breathing, magnified like light in a dark cave.
The reason Frickanlisk showed a cold attitude to Aintern was not simply because she had brought a stranger.
‘That man is ominous.’
She felt anxious with that thought.
Afraid that the man might not see her child’s face, she had covered and hidden the child with a sheet. She absolutely did not want him to see the child.
As the dark man left.
“Iris, I really messed up. I should have firmly refused.”
“……”
“How can I make it up to you… Shall I take care of the child for a month? I’ll take full responsibility if the child wakes up in between. Oh, no, Iris, don’t do anything. I’ll take care of all the housework and childcare!”
“……”
Frickanlisk sighed. It was clear what Aintern had to do.
“Forget about that.”
She suggested something different from what Aintern had proposed.
“Do not bring that human again in the future.”
“I’m truly sorry.”
“……”
Although he exuded a creepy and sinister vibe, she didn’t like someone badmouthing a friend of Aintern’s behind their back.
Aintern had given up everything for herself by coming here. She couldn’t just tell someone not to hang out because she didn’t have a good feeling or saw them as a bad omen.
“Really, can’t I bring them?”
She just had to make it clear they couldn’t come.
…Why.
Why did it have to be like that.
“Alright. If the warrior quits, there will be hardly any encounters with ‘Crain.’ Don’t worry.”
“Well, that’s fortunate….”
When that guy named Crain came here.
When she felt something unpleasant.
She should have killed him right then and there.
She should have severed his limbs and crushed his head.
That would have made a difference……
– Thud.
Frickanlisk gritted her teeth, recalling a nightmarish moment from the past.
When she thought of the most likely suspect who had kidnapped her son, her blood boiled, and her mana surged to burst out.
“……”
Stay calm.
If emotions leak along with a bit of mana, the risk of exposure increases.
Already having used the powder to turn two men who had insulted Ainthern into dust, the net must have tightened around her.
Currently, she was in the coldest and saddest place in Durtemund.
The shadows of the dry trees gently caress the large tombstones. Beneath this land now lie vanished warm bodies turned into cold skeletons.
Frickanlisk stood in front of one of the tombs.
The name was written on the tomb.
“Ainthern.”
This was the name of her husband.
The name of the man who was the father of the abducted son.
The name of a warrior who fought against humanity’s enemies and perished.
“….”
She couldn’t lay a single flower here. She couldn’t burn incense or recite a eulogy.
She didn’t deserve to.
Frickanlisk thought so.
“My husband.”
Her cold hand touched the even colder tombstone. She remained unchanged, while Ainthern had changed so much that he couldn’t even reach out his hand anymore.
Without her hand to shake, she couldn’t feel the touch. She couldn’t hear the warm voice that used to comfort her. Feeling that warmth was also impossible.
“…Just wait a little longer.”
Frickanlisk stood there for a while.
As if representing her emotions, the dry winter wind that pushed away the summer blew, carrying the scent of another person.
Before their true identity was fully revealed.
She turns back to her husband.
“I will now finish the first revenge.”
“It’s been a while for us, hasn’t it?”
A grotesque scythe made of various bones. A too pale boy who casually carried it around.
In one hand, the boy held a black mouse. It no longer moved, its life already extinguished.
“If you stay here, unwanted guests will soon arrive. What will you do?”
The boy, named Ami, spoke with a mischievous tone.
It didn’t matter where he was, but if she wished, the location could be changed.
“Ami. Boldly appearing in front of me.”
The boy’s name was Ami.
He was one of the high priestesses of the Goddess Church.
“I had my reasons too. I’ve been looking for you. But your hiding skills are beyond ordinary, huh? Impressive.”
Ami says. He doesn’t necessarily have to fight.
“I only need one of your horns. If you cut off one horn and give it to me, I will give you a tremendous gift.”
He continues, grinning.
In his vertically split pupils, there was a hint of mockery.
“It’s a gift of ‘saving you’!”
In an instant.
Ami charged with the large scythe, drawing a cruel and fierce line like a grim reaper aiming to steal souls.
Clang⎯⎯!
However, the scythe is blocked without cutting the horn.
The skin of Frickanlisk’s left arm turned into an ice plate to withstand the impact.
While struggling, she asked.
“Why did you kill my husband?”
As if there was no point in responding to that question, Ami lightly chuckled. Her eyes were cruel like a demon.
“Do you need a reason for Altif to kill a hero?”
“I will persist until the end like this.”
With her strengthened body, she kicked the scythe away and grabbed Ami by the collar.
Her body became cold itself, lowering the temperature with the power to freeze everything around.
The yellow smoke surrounding the graveyard froze and stuck to the ground.
Ami remained quiet without any resistance.
Even though she was slowly freezing from her neck, she didn’t seem to care much. She scratched her neck with her nails and rolled her eyes. She was looking somewhere else, not at her.
Two people running towards them rapidly.
No hesitation.
“Oh, what was I saying? Uninvited guests are coming… Huh?”
Ami’s eyes, looking at the target, flickered.
The nerves conveying sensation trembled unexpectedly with great delight.
As if experiencing first love, her heart pounded heavily. The corners of her mouth stretched, revealing all her teeth.
“Let him go.”
Ami quickly released Frickanlisk from his restraints.
His small body that was hanging fell to the ground, and like a mindless beast, he stood on all fours.
Then.
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Kwa-ang⎯⎯!!
Ami, who had been heavily compressed, leaped explosively like a spring bouncing out.
In his sparkling eyes, there was the best meal he had been waiting for.
How long had he been waiting for this moment?
It might be early, but what’s the point of keeping a promise like that? How could he endure when he’s alive right in front of him!
Ami howled in triumph.
Finally. Finally they met.
Finally met!
“Halion…!”