The Blood Knight's Villains

Chapter 519

My Villains Chapter 519

67. Lord of Icebobalt (12)

Rannon perked up his ears as he went down the stairs in pursuit of the scent.

Sounds of men and women talking. Blocked by multiple walls and doors, all that was transmitted to her was a buzzing vibration, but I could tell whose voice it was just by looking at its pitch and intensity.

‘The fifth floor.’

Rannon’s eyes sparkled under the mask. My steps got faster. Even so, it was as if the presence was still absent.

The two maids, who were walking up the stairs carrying their washed clothes, didn’t even notice the shadows passing by. Rannon used the blind spot where the light from the brass candlestick intersected as a stepping stone. It was impossible for ordinary people to notice her hidden existence.

When I reached the 5th floor and left the stair landing and entered the hallway, my nose twitched under the mask.

The servants who came and went could only smell the smell of beeswax candles, but Rannon could smell all kinds of smells in all directions of the hallway. Excluding the scent of honey and wood from melting beeswax, the strongest was the smell of alcohol, the most repulsive was the smell of rags mixed with water, and the weakest was the smell of human body.

It seems that someone recently broke a bottle of wine. Actually, the two rooms on the 5th floor were occupied by Heila and Atalanta, and the only thing they had in common was that they enjoyed drinking. Since this is where most of the alcohol that comes into the fiancée’s mansion is consumed, it wasn’t unusual that the smell of alcohol wafted through the corridors – even by Rannon’s standards.

Fortunately for Rannon, he didn’t have to focus his senses on this head-wrenching smell to find Jung-in. The distance was due to the sound of the conversation getting closer little by little.

As expected, the voice came from the room on the left side of the hallway. A room with a door covered with a curtain embroidered with red and white patterns. This is Atalanta’s room.

Suddenly, Rannon glanced at the antiquely carved birch door on the other side. This is Heila’s room. Perhaps she is handling the affairs of the territory at the permanent court or at the permanent court.

As Rannon was drinking honey tea, he heard that the pottery merchants from ‘Oros’ were causing trouble, so for the past few days, he couldn’t return to the mansion after midnight.

The sound of languorous laughter coming from beyond the curtained door made Rannon heartbroken.

He is suffering from troublesome chores all the time because he has to work with the servants, and Heila is working without days off as the manager of the entire territory of Bangbaekryung.

While Theodora was taking care of the council, she had been struggling with installing churches and dispatching priests in small settlements until recently.

Even Ellen, who was busy with her training and research and work at La Palais Palace, sometimes took time out to give magical advice to the battle mages of the estate.

So, here in the fiancée’s mansion, there was only one human being, Atalanta, who did nothing but idle around.

Rannon, who stood in front of Atalanta’s room for a while, climbed the wall silently at the sound of someone coming from behind. There was not enough space to hide in the hallway, which was hung with a lot of candlesticks. Concentrating her mind, she raised her mana.

shit.

The internal energy spread throughout the body circulates through the limbs. The black light armor ‘Find Skin’ that covered her whole body absorbed mana. Before long, Rannon’s form melted completely into the shadow as a wall.

It was a ‘spirit’ developed using the ‘Find Skin’, a treasure of the Three Swords Association – a so-called spiritual embodiment of darkness.

A middle-aged maid appeared from the other side of the hallway with an ignorant face. She knocked on the door through the veil with her usual gesture.

“come in.”

The voice of Atalanta that sounds like you’ve been waiting for it. The maid immediately opened the door.

Fully immersed in the shadows, Rannon slid down the wall, enveloped in a strange sensation of being submerged under deep water. No one noticed that an indeterminate shadow flowing across the floor seeped through the crack in the door.

“...what. What are you drinking at night?”

“Your Excellency Count.”

It was the two counts who greeted the maid who entered the room carrying a large basket. The maid quickly bowed her head toward her owner, Phoenix, who was standing by the window.

Atalanta, who was lying on the opposite side of the wide, low bed, gestured to the maid.

“I asked for it. Bring it this way.”

Phoenix was pulling up the thick curtain and tying it up. Then, when he found a bottle with a green decoration in the basket held by the maid, he burst out laughing.

“’Dia Bühlsruhe Fredicart’? You’re just robbing other people’s storage, aren’t you?” “I’m sorry. Are you and I left?”

“That’s not what I meant. Does Heila not say anything?”

“Your cousin isn’t that petty. It’s different from you.”

“under. Did you just call me cheebche?”

Caught between the two counts, the maid put the contents of the basket on the table with a calm face. Meanwhile, Rannon, who had sunk under the shadows, hid himself in a corner.

As the spiritualization of darkness is a skill that is difficult to maintain for a long time, her figure rose from the floor. However, her presence was almost completely erased, so she was able to hide herself in the huddled flower pots.

“Um huh?”

“uh. I was worried that the number of nude people was too much to handle, but since you were away too, they split up among themselves and it’s a very bloody mess-Ai, leave your hands still.”

“Nude things are originally like that. If you are poor, fight because you are poor; if you are rich, fight because you are rich.”

“Hey, stop.”

“Is a nation divided into five sects and hundreds of clans for no reason? Division is nature to them. Holding a prosperous city in a fertile land will not make that nature disappear.”

While muttering in a light yet cold tone, bright amber eyes were looking up at Phoenix.

“...but still. It doesn’t matter if they do it with each other, but the problem leaks out.”

“how?”

“I heard that in the city, they always kill people and hang their bodies. It’s not a den of thieves... Sailors don’t want to come out of the pier because they’re scared.”

“The sailors are short-tempered.”

“That’s not all. I don’t know if there was a poppy field or not, but there was a lot of opium. Even a few days ago, it came to Eisbobalt here, but if it wasn’t for Deo Zen, I couldn’t even use my hands, and Phoy Nix’s chin lifted from the gentle movements and kisses. Atalanta smiled slightly and raised her mana.

OO ‘ – – – Q .

Long, voluminous hair dyed in a mysterious ash purple with a mixture of gray and purple. Void spears rose slowly from the cervical vertebrae below. The six purple spears gently waved and reached Phoenix without a hint of life or warning.

The two counts focused their senses on each other, unaware that the reddened eyes that hid their excited breathing were watching them.

“Hey yet. The talk isn’t over yet.”

“Yeah I know. continue.”

“It’s not the time to act like everyone else. Atalanta. If you do this, you’ve grown enough, so now slowly-”

“Nix.”

Atalanta said without a smile as her dim purple eyes lit up.

“I lived as a slave for 24 years. 24 years.”

“...I know what you mean. But your subordinates, or the Nudans, need you.”

“I did enough. And if there is a nation that will go wrong without a single woman, it would be better for that other tribe to perish.”

“Hey then, what about Angst?”

“Do whatever you want. You can easily solve it.”

There was a basis for Atalanta’s assertion.

Among the nudes who followed her, Phoenix was known as ‘Hunapi’ – literally translated as ‘male master’. It wasn’t just a title, it was to regard him as the de facto Atalanta’s husband and agent.

“hey. Then, in the end, you will play and eat until the end-”

Phoenix, who had been talking like a joke, swallowed the end of his words again. However, this time Atalanta was not in a position to intercept the horse.

While Phoenix was distracted by the soft lips, wet tongue, and warm breath, purple spears wriggled and wrapped around his limbs. In his mind, he wanted to struggle and break the bonds, but in the end he gave up resisting.

Contrary to the seemingly fine appearance, the current Atalanta was far from normal.

She has lived her life under oppression, and has toiled her mind to deal with the powers of the Arcane and the Void. It’s strange if it doesn’t break anywhere.

The complete cooling off of enthusiasm or desire was only a side issue.

After some observation and conversation, Phoenix got a vague understanding of her condition. He was able to realize belatedly that Atalanta’s leaving his territory intact was close to a miracle.

Z Z JX O U – O 9 o .

The spears of the void containing Atalanta’s extended mind vibrated finely and made strange noises.

As confirmed numerous times during the battle, whenever those purple spears were damaged, Atalanta would tremble in terrible pain.

If Phoenix were to tear off the purple spears wrapped around both wrists and ankles now, there was a high possibility that it would be a direct blow to the fragile mind like a cracked glass. Even though she clearly understood this situation, Phoenix, who was bound to the bed, let out a sigh without realizing it as the two remaining tentacles wrapped around her neck and waist.

“...I’m going crazy, really.”

To Rannon, it was like a spider attacking its prey caught in a web.

As a result, as always, Rannon’s surprise attack was successful.