The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen-Chapter 359-360

What kind of existence is a Holy Sword?

A sword with the power to cut down evil?

A righteous sword that drives away darkness?

A sword that can only be wielded by the righteous?

All of these are correct, but its fundamental existence is that of a sword that gives power to make a swordsman stronger.

"Woooo!"

Shuen, holding the Holy Sword, clenched her fist and began to wield its power.

-Let go...! Insolent woman!

"Shut up! If you're a sword, act like one and be quiet. How dare a mere tool try to dine at the same table as its master!"

-My power can only be used by the chosen hero...

"Just like a commoner, so noisy! This is why commoners need to be taken care of by nobles!"

-You brat...!

"Finishing move! Holy Sword Slam!"

Malik, watching the match between Mikhail and Shuen, let out a hollow laugh and expressed his concern.

"Even if Tetra Shuen can use the Holy Sword, I don't think she'll be a match for Mikhail."

"..."

"As you know, it doesn't matter how good a sword you have if the swordsman can't wield it."

"That's right. Like a noble who buys a good horse but can't ride it."

"Exactly. Just as a child can't use a great sword no matter how good it is, for Tetra Shuen..."

-The power... is overflowing!

Before Malik could finish his sentence, Shuen, empowered by the Holy Sword, unleashed a massive sword aura at Mikhail.

-Kwagagagagaga!!!

Malik was at a loss for words at Shuen's technique, which unleashed a sword aura that most swordsmen couldn't even imitate.

"...?"

I smiled faintly, leaned against the railing, and said.

"If it were an ordinary sword, that would be the case."

"..."

"If it weren't a Holy Sword, but just a sharp sword, Shuen would have no choice but to lose."

Malik let out a hollow laugh as he looked at the cracked arena from Shuen's single blow.

"...This is crazy."

I said to Malik as if throwing the words at him.

"Even a Demon Sword becomes a formidable weapon in the hands of a child. You've seen people addicted to the power of a Demon Sword, haven't you?"

"That's right. When I was in the knighthood, there was a mission to execute people addicted to Demon Swords... Even so, that is..."

-It's Shuen-gel!

"A bit much."

I also let out a hollow laugh and nodded.

"You're right. I didn't think she could use the Holy Sword that well either."

Whatever the case.

"It seems I've won the bet."

Malik let out a hollow laugh and nodded.

"It seems so."

Shuen was using the power of the Holy Sword without hesitation.

-That's not how you use me...!

"Shut up!"

-You must gather your power with a pure heart and use it with respect for that power, one stitch at a time...!

"Be quiet!"

-What in the world is wrong with your head...!

The Holy Sword was quite flustered by Shuen's tyranny. She was clearly a person far from justice, yet she was using its power freely. Not to 100%, but her talent, which was using about 60%, surpassed the current Mikhail.

-Even that little brat can only use 30% of me.... What in the world are you...!

The Holy Sword was sensing it from Shuen.

This woman must see the world as a field of flowers.

Just like the flustered Holy Sword, Mikhail, who had been deprived of his weapon, was also letting out a hollow laugh and was quite flustered.

'This is troublesome...'

Because Shuen was stronger than he thought.

In terms of skill alone, she was insignificant.

Shuen's swordsmanship was at the level of children swinging wooden sticks.

But.

"Here I come!!!"

At Shuen's unimaginable sword aura, Mikhail couldn't help but let out a hollow laugh.

"Haha... I can't beat that."

Mikhail thought as he looked at the sword aura Shuen had unleashed.

Let's move calmly. The opponent is a novice swordsman. Like a blank slate who doesn't know how to use a sword properly.

The only catch is that she's spewing out an immense sword aura, but Mikhail thought he could win if he could reverse the flow of the sword's power.

Just once.

If he could just counter it once...

"Shuen-gel... Sword Aura Blast!!!!"

Mikhail slowly calms his breathing.

"Phew..."

He calmly watches the opponent gathering sword aura in front of him.

Mikhail asked himself a question. Whether the opponent in front of him was an unbeatable one. He asked himself if she was a monster on par with the ones he had seen in the battle for the Holy Sword.

The answer that came back was, of course, 'negative.'

No matter how much better Shuen was at using the Holy Sword's power than him, she was at a cute level compared to the monsters he had seen so far.

"Phewwooo..."

Mikhail slowly inhaled and held his sword straight.

He lets the power flow.

It's nearly impossible to fully receive Shuen's sword, which is empowered by the Holy Sword, so he thought that if he could preserve that power and make it flow in reverse, even Shuen, who was receiving the Holy Sword's protection, wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Shuen's sword was slowly approaching Mikhail.

"Just die already!"

She spat out harsh words.

Slowly...

"Phew...."

-Fwooooooosh

Slowly, for the time to come...

"Today is the day to make the dignity of the nobility known!"

"..."

"The secret technique of the Tetra family...!"

Mikhail let out a hollow laugh as he looked at the massive approaching sword aura. No matter how you looked at it, that just didn't seem right.

"This is a bit much..."

"Commoner..."

Shuen gritted her teeth and put her long-held wish into her sword.

The feelings of her one-sided love for Mikhail. The feelings of being used as a contact by Mikhail. She loaded all her hateful emotions into the sword and began to pour out all her pent-up anger at once.

"Mince...!"

Mikhail closed his eyes.

'I can't block that.'

Mikhail had properly experienced the power of the Holy Sword. At the same time, it was a power that Mikhail had to reach.

After the finals.

My guard duty was over, and I was wandering around the academy.

I was peeking to see if the convenience store was running well, and wandering around reminiscing about what had changed at the academy.

"Still, I'm glad I won the bet."

Malik acknowledged his defeat and went to give a congratulatory speech to conclude the ranking tournament. Shuen, who had used up all of the Holy Sword's power, collapsed in the arena and was taken to the infirmary.

The expression on Shuen's face as she was carried away on a stretcher was a masterpiece.

-Heehee... I won! I'm going to suck all the money out of the empire.

Just thinking about Shuen made me smile. In the novel, she was a tragic character who exited due to the pain of a breakup, but now she was enjoying the academy more than anyone.

I smiled and was slowly walking down the academy's hallways, spending my time saying goodbye.

But there was something I had to do before that.

-Click.

The steps I was taking were heavy.

In contrast to the heated atmosphere after the ranking tournament, my steps, heading somewhere, were incredibly heavy.

-Clack.

The sound of students talking could be heard ceaselessly from the hallways.

Which department had produced the first-place winner.

Or if a student who ranked in the class had emerged.

-Is everyone going to the after-party? Anyone who bails is dead!

-We have to go! Someone from our class got 5th place!

-Let's go!!!

Listening to the students chatter, I smiled faintly and slowly moved to the first floor of the academy, and at the sound of a story coming from where I stopped, I calmly inhaled.

"Phew..."

-That's amazing...! You put up a good fight against Mikhail.

-No. I wasn't that good. And Mikhail was going easy on me... haha.

-No. If I had fought Mikhail, I would have been knocked out in one hit.

-It's embarrassing, so don't praise me.

-Why...! I'm praising you because you were really amazing.

The sound of Yuria's voice brought a smile to my face. And the smile faded at the voice of the man she was talking to.

'I have to say it...'

-Shut up! It's so noisy I can't sleep!

The voice that rang out in rebuttal brought a smile to my face again.

-Knock. Knock. Knock.

At the sound of the knock, the conversation of those in the room died down. Abruptly.

'Let's go in.'

Slowly opening the door, I looked at the faces of those inside the room.

Mikhail.

"Oh...! Ricardo?!"

Yuria.

"Uh...?"

Shuen.

"Commoner?!"

And.

The Crown Prince.

"...What is it."

The man I had business with was him.

The man who would become the sun of the empire, the man with the most power at the academy. There was something I wanted to ask him.

After giving a light greeting, I strode towards the Crown Prince.

"Your Highness, the Crown Prince."

"..."

"Could you spare a moment?"

Let me say this in advance, I dislike him.

Him, the enemy of the Desmunts.

And I dislike his eyes, which judge falsehoods.

"..."

The Crown Prince let out a faint sigh and looked at me. I gave an ambiguous smile at the expression of the Crown Prince, who was looking at me as if I were a nuisance for calling him here and there.

"I won't keep you long."

"..."

"Three minutes will be enough."

The Crown Prince glared at me once, then looked at Yuria and smiled brightly.

"I'll be right back, Yuria."

Coming out of the infirmary, the Crown Prince let out a deep sigh and glared at me. Because he wasn't happy to see me.

"Why has the one who supported Shartia come to see me?"

"Did you not also bring the royal treasures, Taeo-nim?"

"..."

The Crown Prince frowned at me. The title 'Taeo,' not 'Crown Prince,' was grating to his ears. Nevertheless, I stubbornly pushed the title and said to Taeo.

"I will ask just one thing."

"..."

"What do you think of the West?"

"...Ha."

"If you are thinking of nurturing the West..."

"..."

"It would be best to be careful."

The West.

A land surrounded by the sea on three sides.

The endless sea beyond the horizon is the heart that handles the empire's trade, and at the same time, it is a region sensitive to external invasions.

The land of the West is fertile, where strong plants take root and yield abundant harvests every year.

Thanks to the characteristic of being surrounded by the sea on three sides, trade developed, and the commercial sphere grew by leaps and bounds. It was characterized by the large-scale distribution of giant merchant guilds in the West.

If there was one flaw in this perfect West, it was the poor public security. The pirates who coveted the territory day after day and the beasts that had coiled in the western waters were the biggest disadvantages that offset the advantages of the West.

No one says the West is bad, but there is a reason why people flock to the capital instead of the West.

To point out one more major disadvantage....

It was that the power of the Marquess 'Wolfgang' family was the strongest in the West.

"..."

The crown prince spoke to me in a chilly voice.

"...How arrogant for a commoner who knows nothing."

The crown prince, who had been lectured on politics by a commoner, opened his cold eyes and spoke to me in a low voice.

"Hey, Ricardo. Do you know what you just said?"

"I know."

"And yet you brought up the matter of support for the West to me?"

The crown prince's tone was cold.

The crown prince's voice, which clung coldly like an informant who had caught a lead, was changing into that of someone at the pinnacle of power.

"A mere commoner."

"..."

"A commoner whose origin is unknown at that."

"..."

"Not only did you dare to speak to the Crown Prince of the Empire, but do you know what a big problem it is to bring up politics?"

The crown prince let out a hollow laugh and muttered to himself. This is why Desmunt is a problem. He should have tied them up and dealt with them all at once when Olivia's incident happened. He had gotten on his nerves.

-Grip.

I held my tongue as I looked at the crown prince. Because I had to know the weight of the words I was about to utter.

The crown prince wouldn't know.

How much of an impact the advice I was giving him would have on his life.

I was telling him out of courtesy.

With a warning not to drive many people to their deaths, not out of personal affection.

Because the moment the crown prince lends his power to Wolfgang, darkness will fall upon his life.

As the novel enters its middle part, the atmosphere of this world begins to darken.

Numerous terrorist attacks will occur in the capital, and the heretics who have been hiding in the shadows will begin to strut about in earnest. Perhaps, having lost two of their apostles, the heretics were already seeing red.

Because they had to cut down the empire's national power and swallow it up somehow. That was the only way they could get one step closer to achieving their grand goal, and from the moment they lost their main forces, the heretics' movements might have been accelerating.

And the first of them.

Would originate from the West.

Knowing about the large-scale massacre that happens in the novel, I closed my eyes tightly and said to the crown prince.

"Strengthening the power of the West is not a good choice."

Wolfgang Louis, who received support from the imperial family, would gradually begin to expand his power, and in the process, he would get involved with the heretics.

By joining hands with pirates.

By joining hands with heretics.

And by joining them, he would tame the beasts and slowly begin to seize power.

As if to say, 'I am the king of the West.'

Wolfgang Louis was a man mad with power. He was a man who would do anything for power. And his ambition was aimed at the throne.

I know.

I know that Wolfgang, mad with power, kills Mikhail's mother. And I know that the crown prince condones it.

For the sake of absolute power.

And to create a horse that would obey his words.

That's why I'm saying it.

To get a grip.

I was speaking with a warning that what he was thinking now was nurturing the seeds of rebellion.

As if he knew of my consideration, the crown prince was glaring at me with sharp eyes.

"Why?"

"..."

"Was Desmunt unable to seize control of the South?"

"..."

"It seems like you're asking me for a favor because you need time to keep the West in check... am I wrong?"

"Desmunt has little interest in political power. Nor does it think deeply about the next succession to the throne."

"Do you think a mere commoner can represent Desmunt?"

"..."

"You should know your place."

The crown prince let out a deep breath and retorted.

"Strengthening the West has been the empire's duty for a long time. To catch the beasts that have coiled in the West and to truly activate trade."

"You must also consider that those beasts are playing a role in preventing foreign invasions."

"Wars don't happen that easily. And what if a war breaks out... we just have to crush them."

"Are you planning on conquest when you become emperor?"

"There's nothing wrong with that. The empire's prestige is still lacking."

"Ha... I'll stop here. I feel like the conversation is about to get heated."

'Idiot.'

The conversation seemed like it would get long.

I don't want to look at an ugly man's face for a long time. Having finished what I had to say quickly, I smiled slightly at the crown prince and said.

"Do you know which family has the greatest power in the West, Your Highness?"

"The Marquess Wolfgang family."

"I hope you will think carefully about what kind of family Wolfgang is."

The crown prince ground his teeth as he watched my retreating back.

"When I become emperor, I will destroy Desmunt first."

"As you wish."

"I can't stand to see these nobodies swaggering around with their undeserved prestige anymore."

"Go ahead."

The crown prince clenched his fists at my completely unperturbed attitude.

"You will regret this."

"..."

"You will definitely regret it."

As I was leaving, I stopped and turned my head to speak in a low voice to the crown prince.

"I have made myself clear."

"..."

"Whatever happens, I have no intention of helping."

I left the clench-fisted crown prince and said with a sneer.

"The future of the empire is bright."

"..."

"Very... bright. Pfft...!"

"Hmph."

Olivia, flying in Darvav's arms, was throwing the crumbs of the snacks she had finished eating to the ground.

"Olivia."

"Eek?"

"What are you doing?"

"Feeding the pigeons."

"...Where are the pigeons?"

"That one."

Olivia pointed to a small figure in the distance.

"Isn't that a pigeon?"

"Hmm..."

Darvav cast a vision enhancement spell and looked where Olivia's finger was pointing. And he confirmed the face of a certain man who was frowning at the snacks that had fallen on his head and nodded.

"You're right."

"See?"

"Yes."

The person who was hit by the snacks was the second highest person in the empire.

-Who was that...!

The crown prince.

Darvav, who had Olivia tied up in a baby carrier, asked Olivia, who was gaping.

"Olivia."

"Hmm?"

"Isn't it about time you returned to high society?"

"High society?"

"Didn't you like going to parties?"

"Hmm..."

Olivia pouted at Darvav's words and thought carefully. Going to high society was fun, but it was also troublesome.

"Dad. you know I can't fight right now."

"...Hmm? What do you mean by that?"

"High society is a place for fighting, isn't it? Like grabbing hair and punching."

"...In a broad sense, yes, but it's a place where you don't necessarily have to fight."

"It's no fun if you don't fight."

Darvav was relieved by Olivia's strong denial. He thought that if he sent his daughter back to high society now, the young ladies' hair wouldn't remain intact.

Darvav, thinking he lacked understanding of his daughter, kept his mouth shut and focused on flying.

Olivia, who was catching the wind with her mouth open, asked Darvav a question.

"Dad."

"What is it."

"Who do you think will be the next emperor, Dad?"

"Emperor?"

"Yup. Do you think it will be the crown prince too?"

Darvav shook his head.

"Why do you think so?"

"Because the emperor seems to favor him."

"It's true that the crown prince has the emperor's support, but I don't think so."

"Then are you going to be king, Dad?"

Darvav let out a hollow laugh and looked down at the imperial palace below. Darvav, who was looking at the splendidly built palace and the numerous knights walking inside, shook his head vigorously as if the thought alone gave him a headache and answered Olivia's question.

"It seems like it would be troublesome to be emperor."

"Really?"

"Do you want to be emperor?"

"No. I'm going to conquer the world, so I won't do it."

"How 멋지다."

Olivia asked in a low voice.

"Dad."

"What is it now."

"How far is it okay for Ricardo to go, Dad?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Olivia took out a piece of chocolate from her treasure pouch and said.

"Ricardo is using our name, you know."

"He is."

"What if he ruins the family?"

Darvav smiled at Olivia's question and replied.

"That fellow is not bluffing with the family name."

"Then?"

"He's bluffing on his own merits."

Olivia nodded as she bit into the chocolate.

"That's right. Ricardo is amazing."

"He's not just amazing. He's seriously amazing."

"Heehee...! I picked him up."

"Good job."

Olivia, tied up in the baby carrier, smiled brightly at Darvav's words and flew through the sky.

"Dad. Fly higher."

Olivia was happy. Because she had one less worry. And Darvav was happy too.

Because the one who had given this happiness was Ricardo.

"It will be fine no matter what that fellow does."

"..."

"Even if he ruins the family. We can just rebuild it."

Darvav flew higher into the sky and answered Olivia's question.

"That fellow is Desmunt."

"Then what about my brother?"

"The next head of the family."

"What about you, Dad?"

"The head of the family."

"What about Mom?"

"...Rosanna is the master." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Olivia said with a sullen expression.

"...Then what about me?"

Darvav stroked the head of Olivia, who had her head bowed sullenly, and said.

"You are a treasure."