The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen-Chapter 227: The Villainess Tea Party (1)
The early morning of the sleeping mansion.
I, who had drunk the Desumont family under the table, was wielding a sword in the empty courtyard of the mansion.
-Whoosh──!
My swordsmanship was not elegant.
It was rough and monotonous. Even if I became a Sword Master, it was hard to change the habits ingrained in my body. I was performing a pitiful sword dance for others to see.
-Tzing.
Holding Tirving in my hand, I wiped the sweat on my forehead with my sleeve and smiled lightly.
“It’s different.”
I could feel the distinct difference.
The sense of stability when holding the sword was different.
The magical power I sensed around me was different.
It had become sharper than before, like a weapon that had been honed to perfection. I smiled faintly, feeling the explosive power that seemed to turn my entire body into a weapon.
“I can even rival the Sword Saint.”
Though I wasn’t at the level of a world-class expert, I had reached a level of power that could rival a mid-tier boss. At this level, I could avoid being slaughtered.
Under the premise that our chemistry is good, there are two Sados.
Typically, our chemistry is like having one Sado who can handle things within my scope.
I smiled, feeling a sense of pride, and shook my head.
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“Be humble.”
There’s still a long way to go.
Even if I’m called the Sword Master, our ranks are different, and our experiences are different, so I shouldn’t be arrogant. I might get caught off guard and die, just like what happened to Olraf, who had good chemistry but still lost.
I shouldn’t think I can win. I need to win to gain confidence. I took a deep breath, calming myself down.
“Well, anyway...”
“I’ve become a teacher who isn’t ashamed of my disciple.”
Now that I’ve reached a level where I don’t have to bow down to Rowen, I can take pride in myself to some extent. If I were to judge myself by the standards of the novel, I’d be considered a monster right now.
It might be written like this: “The Fallen Evil Knight”.
“What’s that?”
I let out a dry laugh, thinking about the events that would soon unfold.
-The Academy Rebellion.
-Mihail’s growth.
-Pascal’s appearance.
Pascal. It’s been over a year since I heard that name.
A year has passed since I sent that villain, who controlled people’s bodies and loved strange arts, to prison.
Although he appeared as a significant villain in the novel, I couldn’t help but think of him as a pitiful guy who’s still in prison, trying to make amends.
“Why do I always have to deal with this?”
He was a really good guy.
The person who helped me repay my debt would be unforgettable for the rest of my life. If it weren’t for me, he’d probably be living a comfortable life as an archbishop by now.
I nodded, thinking of the hardships Pascal must be facing in prison, and wished him good luck.
“I’ll put you in a collection box next time we meet.”
To be honest, Mihail and Yuria still couldn’t handle the archbishop. It was the same in the original story, and even now, the archbishop’s power was still too great for an Academy student to handle.
Luin had already retired, and the crown prince wouldn’t become strong until the latter half of the novel, so our actual power was limited.
As of now, the ranking of our power would be Mihail, the crown prince, Luin, and Yuria.
I wasn’t falling behind. I might have become stronger than I was in the original story. Although my growth ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) wasn’t explosive due to the lack of hardships, I had consistently been improving.
Mihail, in particular, had grown tremendously after the last battle, and Yuria would also be able to contribute more to our power now that she’s become a saint.
We also had Hannah at the Academy, so we could fill Luin’s empty spot. And if needed, Hans would be there to support us.
The only problem was...
Mihail’s sword hadn’t broken.
I thought of Mihail’s old sword and let out a sigh. I couldn’t understand why he was still carrying that useless thing.
He’s really stubborn about unnecessary things.
“Ah...”
Mihail’s sword should have broken a long time ago. It should have been destroyed when he met the heretic. That event would have allowed him to learn a new sword that suited his physique and get rid of his stubbornness.
He’s doing well, but that’s only true for now. As the novel progresses, the enemies we’ll face will become stronger. With Mihail’s current sword, there are many limitations.
Even the archbishop of oblivion, who’s right in front of us, wouldn’t be an exception. At that time, Mihail would become that guy’s plaything.
I know. I know how much Mihail treasures that sword,
and that it was a gift from the nun who raised him like a parent at the convent.
But, if I didn’t break that stubbornness and kept pushing forward, what would change? I smiled wistfully, recalling Mikhail’s appearance.
“...”
I couldn’t think of a good method.
If I could break that guy’s stubbornness, I would have done it a long time ago. Still, I think it’s not bad since good things have happened, and it’s been resolved well.
Yuria has also awakened as a saint, and Mikhail is achieving suitable growth, so all that’s left is for me to live well, right?
I’m relieved that I can finally take a break now.
I chuckled softly and whispered a familiar name in my heart.
-Status Window.
[Ricardo Lv. 92]
[Occupation]
Swordsman – (Sword Master)
Butler – (Household Master)
[Stats]
Strength: 251↑
Vitality: 301↑
Agility: 223↑
Magic: 400↑
[Specialties]
◈Attack Type
[Swordsmanship Lv.7↑], [Fighting Skills Lv.5], [Dagger Skills Lv.5], [Great Sword Skills Lv.5], [Archery Lv.5]
▣Defense Type
[Poison Resistance Lv.5], [Fire Resistance Lv.4↑], [Magic Resistance Lv.5↑], [Brainwashing Resistance Lv.5↑], [Cold Resistance Lv.4↑], [Dark Magic Resistance Lv.6↑], [Curse Resistance Lv.5↑], [Mental Resistance Lv.7↑]
◉Skills
[Oracle (A)]
[Martial Arts Genius (S)]
[Regeneration (A)] ▶ [Physical Regeneration [S]]
[Limit Breaker (L)]
[Uraeus (L)]
[Healing Hand Lv.2]
└Vitality consumption decreases drastically.
└Fundamental healing becomes possible.
It’s been a while since I’ve opened my Status Window.
It really feels like it’s been a while. When I first came to this world, I would check it every day to see if my training methods were correct, but at some point, I stopped looking at it, like a possessed person’s privilege.
I have these abilities, and it’s like a memo with a simple explanation. The Status Window, which shows a kind of answer sheet, has been a great help, but now it’s something I don’t often look at.
I couldn’t see other people’s Status Windows, no, I couldn’t see other people’s information. Since the concept of a Status Window didn’t exist in this world, I stopped using it frequently. I, too, naturally assimilated into this world. That’s how it is.
The mirror that only I can see is showing different numbers from the past.
I’ve grown rapidly, beyond comparison to a year ago, and my resistances have strengthened. The numbers are showing a remarkable difference.
I smiled in satisfaction, drawing my sword again.
I’m adapting to the unfamiliar power slowly, and I’m working hard to make sure the lady doesn’t use dark magic again.
And the brightening morning.
-Air Raid Alert!!!!
The loud, explosive sound echoed through the mansion once again today.
*
-Tick-tock.
The stopped clock hands began to move.
Yuria, who had gotten up from her chair, replaced the battery in the broken clock and smiled.
-Tick-tock.
-Tick-tock.
Yuria smiled in satisfaction as the clock hands finally began to move, and then got down from the chair.
It was 10 o’clock in the morning.
Yuria, who had woken up alone in the hospital, carefully covered James’ blanket, which was scattered all over the place, and sat down gently.
“Dad.”
-...
“Are you awake?”
Yuria smiled as she touched her father’s cheek. Despite it being early in the morning, her father was still asleep. He couldn’t resist his daughter’s words, which emphasized the importance of recovery.
Yuria whispered softly into her sleeping father’s ear.
“Dad, I’m here.”
“...”
“I’ve found someone I like.”
-It’s true. He’s very handsome.
“He’s extremely handsome.”
-Don’t cry.
“He’s very gentle.”
-Who is it? The person who made me like this.
“He takes very good care of me.”
Yuria grasped her father’s rough hand, which was full of scars from raising her alone over the years, and said.
“I do.”
And she smiled faintly and said.
“I think I really like that person.”
Very much.
Yuria’s clock had started moving.
*
Words were being written on a white piece of paper.
To the noble from the border.
To the academy’s enemy.
To the friend from the past who I thought I had.
Olivia was writing a letter.
-You’re invited.
Darvab thought that Olivia’s letter would become a hot topic of gossip for many people and would cause a huge stir.
– Let’s hold a party.
– Okay.
– At your house.
– I don’t like that.
– Then at our house.
– Alright.
Deusmont is doing well.
Olivia is a member of Deusmont.
Darvab’s plan to solidify Olivia’s position by hosting a party in her name.
I sat at the desk for the first time in a while, watching the young lady write the invitations, and asked,
“Miss.”
“Y-yes...”
“Miss?”
The young lady, who was wiping her nose on the letter paper, glanced at me and smiled bashfully.
“Ricardo.”
“Yes.”
“I don’t have any friends.”
Darvab was under a huge misconception.
“Okay, invitations.”
“Oh...”
I smiled wistfully as I looked at the young lady’s invitations.
“Should we send one to Hannah too?”
“Un.”
“And to the president as well?”
“That’s right.”
“And...”
The young lady didn’t know she had no friends.
