The Villain Bought the Heroine - The Villain Bought the Heroine chapter 94
Chapter 94
From the start, he had no intention of killing him.
He didn’t plan to steal the child of a deity, nor did he plan to join forces with the Goddess Church.
His longtime companion, Aintern.
He had a pure heart and always went around with a bright smile.
When he heard that he had fallen in love with Freaklisk, he was surprised, but it was out of curiosity.
Yes, it was undoubtedly pure emotions at first.
In his love for warhorses and demons, he wanted to meet the being at the peak of that existence face to face.
So, he reluctantly pushed forward, barely managing to set foot in their residence alongside him and the deity.
The moment he first saw her.
He was ecstatic.
To think there was a demon so close to perfection in the world.
Aintern’s awe was not mere pretense, it was a fact.
She tried to push away the stranger coldly glaring at her, but even that felt enchanting.
Returning to Durtemund alone, she reminisced about her.
Enchanted by the sensation of ecstasy she felt for the second time in her life, she spent days, weeks, and months thinking only of her.
This feeling was similar to when she first saw Archbishop Glashalabolas.
Equal to a being made up of all kinds of monsters and Winter Twelve-Sin Frikkanrisk.
“If I were to put her body closer to that of a chimera, wouldn’t it become even more perfect?”
Such thoughts crossed her mind but she decided to fold them away.
No matter how greedy she became, she couldn’t kill the wife of a comrade to use as material.
The more impure thoughts she had about Frikkanrisk, the more she became absorbed in her chimera research, gradually forgetting them.
But five years later.
“Goodbye, Crane. Thank you for everything.”
Ainthern, who had declared retirement, came to return all the weapons to the church after completing his given term.
As he held out his hand, she began to feel strong emotions stirring within her.
The ember she thought had extinguished was reignited by a gentle breeze, blazing anew.
There might have been a corner of regret that she wouldn’t see him again, but that was a very small part.
What occupied most of the space was the thought, “Will I never see a deity again…?”
It felt maddening.
Just imagining it brought a torment that felt like her body was burning.
That’s why she held on, saying those words.
From that moment.
No, in fact, long before that.
She decided to proceed with what she had been secretly imagining.
“Ainthern, let’s have a drink together for the last time.”
It was the first and last offer she made to him.
Ainthern showed a puzzled reaction, but his good nature didn’t change, so he eventually agreed.
Knowing it was the last time and the haunting past helped ease the tension.
Throughout the drink, he looked happy.
He didn’t boast, but his expression was relaxed to the point anyone could easily tell, and he chuckled softly.
Watching him like that, a rage she hadn’t expected began to rise within her little by little.
He is happy.
Having an immortal deity as a wife and embracing that child.
How domineering and ignorant of giving he is.
Thinking again, he didn’t seem naturally kind, but rather starting to appear mean. A greedy one doesn’t deserve mercy.
It’s fine for such a greedy one to receive punishment.
When he briefly left his seat.
She poisoned his drink.
It was a potent paralysis poison that took effect hours later.
Seeing them enjoy it made me sick to my stomach.
…hahahaha.
To be honest, this was not a spontaneous plan.
Contacting the Goddess separately to introduce Ami was planned in advance. The deal had been made a long time ago.
From the moment Frick Kanlisk was seen, the plan was already in motion.
Low and disgraceful, it doesn’t matter.
That’s how sincere I am about demons.
The mother will not be touched.
It’s not out of guilt, but rather aiming for an easier target.
“She doesn’t have children, does she.”
With Aintern not returning for days, Ami took advantage of Frick Kanlisk’s growing anxiety and let her rampage from the nearby village.
In exchange for this negotiation, Ami provided information on six villages and various details about Durtmund. It was okay to continue the slaughter since there were suitable targets to move on to.
All witnesses would turn into Altiphro anyway, and distortion of information could be done during future investigations.
Here in Durtmund, there was enough time and ability for that.
When the village Aintern protected burned down, Frick Kanlisk emerged. Ami threw her head to that woman.
Naturally, it was Aintern’s head.
The woman who witnessed her husband’s death screamed, triggering an avalanche on the mountain, and fierce snowstorms swept through.
It was also a signal.
They headed to her and Aintern’s residence.
The cabin was just as it was five years ago when they last saw it.
There was no need to worry about moving houses. After all, Aintern had received orders to protect the village, so moving was not easy.
…Well, I’ve always been investigating the village.
Upon opening the door and entering, there was a boy who looked about ten years old.
He had grown quickly in just five years.
Indeed, one should not think of the growth rate of humans as that of mythical beings.
They took the boy with them.
They used slightly rough methods, but he was going to be a material anyway. A little resistance was no issue.
At that time, they were quite excited about doing various things.
It felt like returning with an excited heart.
Such thoughts came to mind.
…Is this level of okay?
Surely, Aintern, who was assassinated by Ami on their way back to the mountain, would have no complaints.
If they put on such a happy face and then expressed dissatisfaction, that would be truly despicable.
Ah, well.
…
However, a problem arose.
Frick Kanlisk’s child did not possess the power of the Twelve Gods.
At first, it was thought that the power was being concealed, but it wasn’t the case.
Although aware that divine power is passed down through succession, they didn’t know it wouldn’t be passed down ‘at all’ like this.
At this rate, it was just a mediocre demon.
All that trouble for nothing…!
There are three ways to solve this.
Kill the woman who bears the name of the current Phrixcanrisc.
Cut off her horn filled with power.
Make her “inherit.”
The problem is, when Phrixcanrisc, feeling the threat to her life, triggers the inheritance, her power increases several times for five days…
To solve this, I proposed a second deal to Ami.
Once again, I got my hands dirty.
This time, I even had to put larvae inside my body.
Ah.
Why does the god keep tarnishing those who are purely enthusiastic about scholarship!
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Is this a trial or a test?
It’s so agonizing.
***
The night when Phrixcanrisc flew away in the form of a dragon from Duertermund.
Three days have passed since then.
Kraine, unable to adapt to the urgent situation, is struggling in his own place under the church.
Things were going completely different from his original plan.
Contact with Ami has been cut off.
It seems that the immense mana energy he saw that night, the one that fought and ran away, is related to Ami.
Probably, the other figure was Haellion.
“That foolish child! A useless monster spawn!”
⎯Crack! Thud!
Kraine kicks or steps on the boy crouched on the floor.
⎯Thud.
The boy has two horns that feel cool to the touch on his head.
Covered in wounds and bruises, his empty eyes hold nothing like a creature that doesn’t feel pain.
Seemingly resigned, he just takes the hits quietly.
“That good-for-nothing Altif!”
After venting his anger, Kraine wipes the blood splatter off his shoes.
He tried to observe the situation a bit longer, but he can’t stand it anymore.
He was about to go out now.
After preparing, he locked the door of the prison-like underground room. The son of Phrixcanrisc, the lifeless boy, still shows no signs of movement.
Alive, yet looking no different from being dead.
Without sparing him a glance, he left.
As he exited the church, he hastened his steps.
His pace was almost like running.
Ignoring the changes around him, he briefly lost focus.
Ami.
After ignoring her so much, he eventually lost to Haellion, cursing and fleeing.
Given his nature, he probably won’t just back off, but he likely completely forgot about anything related to Frickanrisk.
No matter how much he pretends to be human, in the end, he is just Altif.
“No. Forget that guy. There’s something else we need to focus on.”
“Cancel the unbreakable pact with Frickanrisk, the merciless slaughterer of people! Cancel it!”
“Punish Frickanrisk and soothe the spirits of those who have left! Soothe them!”
People are gathering in the square like clouds, protesting. What they are all shouting for is to cancel the pact with Frickanrisk and to punish her.
The night she woke up the city where Frickanrisk had been sleeping.
Every citizen saw a dragon flying from the city to the mountains, naturally becoming the speaker.
The dragon’s true form is Frickanrisk.
Recently famous for slaughtering people and destroying villages as she roamed.
The fact that she was hiding in Durrtemund was surprising, but that wasn’t what angered them.
A man who had given a speech in front of everyone comes to mind.
-Frickanrisk and the Shugenharts Troa Borgan have made a ‘contract.’ This means an unbreakable pact, so she will no longer continue her killings.
A genius in failed necromancy, who had been eyeing him since his days as a mentor at Academia.
Shugenharts Troa Borgan.
The one who drove Frickanrisk out of this city when he came here as a mentee of Hailion.
On the first day, Borgan had told the enraged citizens.
That he chose persuasion, not punishment, for Frickanrisk.
…Unbelievable. Who gave them the right?
Who said they could just do as they pleased!
She must die.
Only by dying will her child inherit her power, so what persuasion!
There is more than one absurd point.
Borgan claiming to have made a ‘contract’ with her.
Frickanrisk backing off without a fight, leaving her child behind.
And the church showing no reaction to this.
Although they had immediately intervened to exercise their influence, the petition for punishment was rejected without even being read. It seemed as if they hadn’t even glanced at it.
If someone like himself, with a foothold in Durrtemund, was treated in this manner, surely it was due to Hailion’s influence.
…That guy. There’s not a single thing I like about him.
Thus, Krain was currently on his way to meet Borgan.
To directly uncover the truth hidden within, not just the lies on the surface.
If it seemed like he wouldn’t speak willingly, he was more than willing to use his necromancy.
Surely everything Borgan said was a lie.
Frickanrisk wouldn’t have just backed off, and making a ‘contract’ with Aintern is even more absurd!
Anyway, he no longer has any connection to himself.
If it had been a mentor-student relationship, he might have been a bit more polite, but didn’t he just turn his back and lie shamelessly.
Even if he were with Hailion’s team, it wouldn’t matter.
If he said he had come to confirm the facts regarding the church’s affairs, who would stop him.
Krain acted with his own valid theory.
Currently, the one receiving criticism in this city is not the main figure of the incident Krain, but Borgan.
Even though his intentions and beliefs were unknown.
All the arrows of criticism were aimed at him, so at least justice and public opinion were not on his side.
Bang bang⎯!
Crane arrived in front of the lodging where Bargan was.
Without hiding his anger, he roughly knocked on the door.
“Nice to see you after so long.”
The smirking face of the fellow appeared.
Even if not everyone, how could the face of someone subject to insults in the metropolis be so calm and relaxed? Such thoughts crossed his mind.
“Yeah. It’s been a while, Bargan.”
This incredibly arrogant fellow.
Uncover your lies and offer them as soil for my research.