The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen-Chapter 351-352

Desmunt Darbav.

Excluding the first Desmunt family head, he was the one with the most outstanding talent for magic.

The world called him the 'Wizard of Annihilation.' Because all enemies associated with him vanished without a trace.

Whether the target was a territory.

Or a single individual.

The one who annihilated them was a man born with the qualities of a great wizard.

Numerous renowned swordsmen bowed their heads before him, and trembled in fear upon hearing his name.

A monster.

The Empire's Sword, known as the strongest on the continent, tried to avoid conflict with him, as did many nobles. Solely because of the existence of the great wizard, 'Darbav.'

Yes, the great wizard, once called the 'Noble Bomber,' was...

"...Let go!"

...experiencing a bitter defeat at the hands of a swordsman for the first time. And to a young swordsman in his early twenties, no less.

"Let goooooo!!!"

I made an awkward expression as I watched Darbav, held in Kyle's grasp. I didn't expect him to be taken down in one go.

Honestly, I didn't think I would lose.

Still... come on, he's the head of the Desmunt family, I expected a fierce exchange at least...

-Caliburn.

-Yes, Master.

-Did I borrow a lot of your power, Caliburn, in the exchange just now?

-No...? You didn't use it at all.

-...I see.

I looked at Darbav with a bitter expression. Because I didn't know what kind of expression to make.

If I were to smirk here, I had a feeling the mansion wouldn't remain intact. The Desmunts, being vulnerable to anger, were more than capable of it.

"Let goooooo!!!"

I know, too.

The fact that Darbav wasn't using his full power. The power he showed in the novel was beyond imagination, so I neither thought this was all he had nor became conceited.

Yes, I know he's going easy on me in this spar, but....

"Let goooooo!!!"

I don't know how to react to Darbav, who is genuinely angry.

What's certain is that I've gotten stronger as the black magic's energy that was blocking my meridians has disappeared. That's probably why Darbav is so worked up.

"If I use my real power...!"

"Father!!"

"Kyle, let go!"

A wizard engaging in hand-to-hand combat with a swordsman, a Sword Master at that, might seem foolish, but Darbav was a monster who made it possible, so I couldn't go easy on him.

"Let go! If I use my magic properly!!!"

"Calm down!! Olivia is watching, isn't she?!"

"What!"

At Kyle's words, Darbav raised his head and looked at the mansion's window. And his eyelids trembled as he saw the face of the young lady watching the yard with Rosanna while drinking milk.

"Hoooom. Mom. Daddy and Ricardo are fighting."

"They're not fighting, they're sparring. And it's 'dad,' not 'daddy'."

"Then why are they fighting?"

"I don't know."

"Hmm... I'm bored, want to make a bet?"

"What kind of bet?"

"I'll bet one chocolate that Ricardo wins."

"Then mom will..."

Rosanna looked at Darbav's agitated gaze and remembered her husband when he was younger. His passionate, competitive past self.

-Hey. Thanks for saving me last time. Adventurer.

-Shut up. You're ruining the taste of my drink.

-Kuh... Next time, I'll save your life. On the name of Desmunt.

-Bullshit.

Rosanna smiled lightly and accepted Olivia's bet. As a wife, naturally.

"Mom will bet on Ricardo too."

She had to protect the family's assets.

Feeling their gazes, Darbav stood up and burned with determination.

'My wife is watching.'

'My daughter is watching.'

'I am the head of the Desmunt family, and a father catching the thief who is trying to steal my daughter.'

'I must verify this guy's qualifications.'

Because before being a family head, he was a husband. Although Rosanna didn't actually expect Darbav to win, Darbav, who was fighting in front of his wife, burned with fighting spirit for the first time in a long while and let out a deep breath.

"You've gotten stronger."

"You praise me too much."

"No. It's okay to be conceited. Most swordsmen couldn't even keep up with my feet."

"That's because you are strong, Lord."

"Indeed."

This is a problem...

I couldn't think of a way to lose while moderately boosting Darbav's ego. I had to control my strength, but if I did it half-heartedly, I might be the one to die.

As if he knew my thoughts, Darbav approached me, scattering an eerie magical power.

"From now on, I will come at you not as Olivia's father, but as Desmunt Darbav."

"Stopping at this point is also..."

"Here I come."

"...No way."

"Meteor...!"

-Rumble...

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After that, Darbav was said to have been scolded by Rosanna.

Of course, the winner was.

"Let go!!! I can just destroy it and build a new one!!!"

"Be quiet!"

"Uwaaah!!!"

Me, of course.

Darbav, who couldn't see the match to the end, was huffing and puffing in Kyle's arms until the end, but I saw a pleased smile in his departing eyes.

"..."

Well, it seems I passed.

I had a dream again today.

Today, I was dreaming again of a woman wandering the battlefield, committing slaughter.

A one-sided murder.

The soldiers, who could do nothing in the face of overwhelming power, could only tremble in fear at the sight of the woman, and the woman only gave a sad smile to the soldiers blocking her path.

'Please, get out of the way'

In the dream, the woman's pink hair became soaked in red, and her heart that sought God had long since disappeared.

The woman, as always, wandered the battlefield aimlessly, and today, as always, a man blocked her path.

-Stop.

-...

-I cannot let you pass.

A man not with blood-soaked hair, but with red hair, aimed his sword at her with a sad expression.

The man's lips move, but no sound is heard, and the woman's lips, too, are shouting with indignation, but I cannot hear it.

-....!!

-...

-...!!!!!

Just. What I see before me are only the wounds of a man and a woman filled with sadness.

And the end of that dream.

-Stab...!

Was always the man's death.

"...Heok. Heok.!!"

Waking up from the nightmare, Yuria woke up, panting heavily.

Her whole body was covered in sweat.

The clothes she was wearing were soaked in sweat to the point of being see-through, and her breathing was ragged.

-Drip.

Yuria touched the droplet that fell on the back of her hand, and then rubbed her eyes with her hand. Then, seeing the tears that filled her hand, she let out a deep sigh.

"Again..."

A nightmare she has about three times a week.

She thought she would be used to this nightmare by now, but the nightmare that she couldn't easily get used to was making Yuria uncomfortable.

'I have a spar with the Director today.'

Shaking off the bad feeling, Yuria checked the clock and hurriedly got dressed. Because she was supposed to meet the Director at the training grounds by 5 a.m.

She had to keep her promise.

Because that's how she could get stronger.

She felt it keenly on the day she went to find the Holy Sword. That she was a weak person who could do nothing. The Director had praised her in the meeting, but compared to Ricardo, she was like a child who could do nothing.

No matter how brightly she shone in the eyes of others, it was useless if she couldn't shine in his eyes.

The unpaid debt just kept piling up.

Yuria stretched and moved her feet quickly. Because she knew that being depressed wouldn't help at all.

The dungeon.

The ball.

What happened in the North.

In the midst of numerous incidents, all she, who had been of no help, could do was to try her best to get stronger. Yuria let out a long breath and tied up her hair.

On her slow walk to the training grounds, she could see familiar figures.

Histania Hanna.

-I have to catch up to Mikhail-sunbae....

Mikhail.

-Please be quiet. I can't concentrate.

Luin.

-Glimpse...

Many people were trying hard and moving forward in their own places. Especially Mikhail, who had been working so hard recently that she wondered if he was overworking himself.

Because they were all busy, it seemed they hadn't talked like they used to. They used to eat together often until their second year.

"Mi..."

Just as she was about to awkwardly wave to Mikhail, Yuria was startled by a voice in her ear and hid her hand.

"What are you doing."

It was the Director.

The Director, who had come after unwrapping the bandages on his right arm, turned his neck once and then turned his head in the direction he had been looking, speaking softly.

"It's Mikhail."

"..."

"He's been working hard lately."

"..."

"But..."

The Director, while loosening his wrist, softly uttered a question. The question of whether Mikhail always looked like that.

"That kid."

"..."

"Is he growing his hair out?"

"..."

Malik shrugged as if it didn't matter and gestured to Yuria with his wrist.

"Let's begin."

"Yes."

During a long conversation through sparring.

The Director lightly dodged the fist she threw and softly revealed some information. As if telling her not to say who she heard it from and to keep it to herself.

"Oh, right... By the way, do you know there's a special lecture opening this summer vacation?"

"What?"

"We've invited an outside professor, and I think it would be good for you to participate."

"Was there something like that?"

"Hmm... I ordered it to be made."

Malik gave advice as a teacher.

"It would be good to participate."

"..."

"Because he's an instructor we invited with great difficulty."

A cold smile hung on Malik's lips.

Malik, who had leaked the information to Yuria, spoke in a low voice with a smile on his lips.

"Before that... we need to finish the ranking tournament first."

"...!"

"The students from the healing department will be participating in this ranking tournament too."

Malik's fist grazed Yuria's cheek. A bitter smile formed on his lips at Yuria's agile movement as she turned her head to dodge. He was right to quit being a swordsman.

He himself wasn't without talent, but.

-Swoosh...

'...'

-Whoosh!!!

Being in a place full of budding talents made him feel it to his bones. That the world was full of outstanding monsters.

He was looking forward to it.

To the events that would unfold in this ranking tournament.

The second son of a prestigious swordsmanship family honing his skills. Mikhail, chosen by the Holy Sword. And finally, the one who would show the rebellion of a healer. He thought there would be plenty of entertainment in this ranking tournament.

"Not bad."

Malik, having dodged Yuria's fist, nodded with a small smile. He thought he would have to strengthen security this time to prevent the heretics from interfering.

'Come to think of it, there was that guy.'

-What? During the vacation period?

-That's right. I need to commend you for your contribution to this incident as well, so come up to the capital.

-Am I going to see the emperor?

-Are you going to see him?

-No. I have no hobby of looking at old men. Young women are a different story.

-A reason to be arrested for lèse-majesté.

-I'm just kidding.

He thought it would be a good idea to entrust him with security during the ranking tournament since he was calling him anyway. With that guy around, he could sleep with both legs stretched out.

Malik made a mental note to write a letter when he returned to his office and smiled faintly.

"For now, just stay down."

"What?"

Malik's fist quickly dug into Yuria's abdomen. When it came to sparring, it wasn't polite to judge someone based on their gender. So he hit her with a certain amount of force.

Malik saw Yuria's legs give out with a 'thud' and turned away with a faint smile on his lips, but.

-Whoosh...!

He readjusted his stance as a fist brushed past his hair.

"Impressive."

A laugh escaped him.

"So you've become a sturdy punching bag now."

Yuria was enduring with a smirk.

"I... hit you once."

"...Ha."

"The promised scholarship and meal ticket..."

Yuria, clutching the spot where Malik had hit her, couldn't finish her words and collapsed to the floor, signaling the end of the spar.

Malik clicked his tongue and muttered to himself.

"I can't just stand by either."

He had temporarily put down his sword to focus on his business, but he couldn't let his student catch up to him.

Malik spoke in a low voice with a pleased smile.

"I should ask to be included in the special lecture too."

A short while later, on the day the special lecture began.

Malik bitterly regretted this decision.

The day of the ranking tournament dawned.

Tension was written on the students' faces, and especially on the faces of the healing department students, there was worry.

Originally, it was a department where rankings were determined by an exam evaluating their healing abilities, but they were now participating in the ranking tournament at the discretion of the senior director.

It wasn't a 100% determinant.

He didn't want to give a severe trial to the healing department, which had just taken its first steps. The existing method would be maintained, but this would account for 30% of the weight.

Of course, it didn't really matter to me, a dropout...

Standing on the railing of the huge circular stadium, I fiddled with Caliburn, which was slung at my waist, and let out a low sigh.

"It's been a while since I've been here."

When I came to the academy to set up the convenience store, I only stayed inside the building, so I couldn't come here... Looking at the old memories, I was filled with nostalgia and smiled faintly.

I had fought with Mikhail here.

-You cowardly bastard...! Throwing sand in my eyes!

-The world of competition is inherently cruel.

The place of memories, which held the recollections of beating down the budding academy students, wasn't so bad.

As I was getting lost in nostalgia, I heard footsteps behind me. From the dignified and elegant footsteps, I knew who it was without even looking.

There was only one person in my memory whose footsteps exuded wealth.

"President."

"...How did you know without even looking."

"There are ways of knowing."

"...How strange."

Malik, who had come up beside me, leaned against the railing and asked about my recent well-being with a small smile.

How I had been since the Holy Sword struggle.

If my new business was going well.

If I had any good business ideas.

In the midst of catching up with each other through such conversation, Malik asked about the young lady.

"By the way, where is Lady Olivia?"

"I couldn't bring her to the academy, so she's spending time with her family at the ducal residence right now."

"Hmm..."

"She's probably playing airplane with the Duke right about now."

"Airplane play...?"

"Ah..."

I looked up at the clear sky and smiled faintly. The concept of an airplane didn't exist in this world.

"It's flying in the sky with Fly magic."

"..."

"It's a game the young lady likes, so the Duke plays it with her often."

"The Duke of Desmunt does that?"

"Yes. Is there a problem?"

Malik let out a hollow laugh and shook his head, muttering that it was nothing.

-We will now begin the final ranking match of the first semester!!

Hearing the announcer's voice, I made an awkward expression and asked Malik. It seemed like the ranking tournament was flowing in a different direction than the one I knew.

The original ranking tournament was held separately for 1st/2nd years and 3rd/4th years, but this time, all years were mixed, so it seemed there were many differences.

"This ranking tournament seems to be proceeding a bit differently. Holding it right before the vacation, and also mixing the healing department students and all the years is different from the original method."

"This time, we approached it more as a competition than a ranking tournament."

"Hmm... I think there will be a lot of backlash from the students."

"That's not my problem to handle, is it?"

"Pfft. That's true too."

"And... people are crazy about money.

Before Malik could finish, the announcer's voice rang out loudly.

-The students who take 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place in this ranking tournament will be awarded a full scholarship for their time at the academy and a prize of their choice from one of the academy's hidden treasures! Furthermore!!! A personal scholarship from the senior director!!!!

I let out a hollow laugh at the announcer's words.

"Was that your doing, President?"

"I did chew out the student council president."

"Puhaha!!!"

He's a man of great execution.

And a gambler who knows how to put up a big prize.

I jokingly said to Malik. That with a prize like that, I wanted to participate too.

Malik let out a hollow laugh at my words and shook his head.

"Don't. The kids will drop out." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

-The first match is between 'San', a 1st-year student from the healing department, and 'Bella', a 3rd-year student from the swordsmanship department.

I leaned against the railing and asked Malik. If there was one thing that was essential in an event like this.

"President."

"Why do you call."

"How about we make a bet?"

"A bet?"

Malik looked at me with interest and smiled.

"Sounds like fun."

"How about 100 gold for the person who guesses the 1st place winner."

"100 gold... hmm..."

Malik shook his head and said that 100 gold was too small a bet, and suggested raising the stakes.

"Money probably doesn't mean that much to you or me, so how about this instead of money."

"I'm a corpse without money."

"The loser introduces one of their connections."

"Connections?"

"That's right. When expanding a business, the most necessary thing is connections. I don't plan on making an unreasonable request. Just an introduction will do."

"But I don't have any connections to speak of."

"That can't be."

Malik let out a hollow laugh and refuted my words. He said that among the people he knew, there was no one with as strange connections as me.

"You have an Apostle and a heretic, don't you? And the Desmunt family on top of that, and you say you have none? And... most importantly, there's you."

"That kind of compliment is embarrassing."

"Endure it. It's only natural."

"You're very good at saying embarrassing things, President."

"Thank you."

I let out a hollow laugh and said to Malik. It was good to set clear lines for a bet.

"My young lady is off-limits."

"I have no desire to get to know the young lady."

"I won't introduce you to any women either. I'm greedy, you see."

"...I am married to my dream."

"Celibate."

"Shut up."

"Pfft!"

While exchanging light banter, I gave a positive answer to the bet. It seemed like it would be fun.

"Alright. Let's do it."

"Okay."

"Then who will you choose? I'll let you go first, President."

Malik looked down at the dueling arena and made a serious face. He looked at Mikhail, Hanna, and Yuria, 고민ing for a long time, and then Malik chose the rising star.

"I'll go with Mikhail."

"That's too much."

"I can't help it."

"Haa... then I will..."

I glanced down at the dueling arena and called out a name.

"I'll go with □□□."

"Are you planning on losing?"

I gave Malik an ambiguous smile at his sarcastic remark.

"I wonder."

"..."

"I don't fight losing battles."