A World Where You All Are The Villains - Chapter 64

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64.

“Your Highness!”
I rushed toward him in alarm.
Beneath the dim lamplight, his hand clutching his side was drenched in blood, crimson and glistening.
Tufts of wire-like hair protruded between his fingers, dark and matted.
‘Right, the wound!’
I hadn’t forgotten about it.
But he’d walked and spoken so casually that I’d assumed it was a manageable injury.
I never imagined it was this severe….
“Are you alright?”
“No.”
“Then lean on me for now.”
“Forget it. What good would your frame do supporting anyone?”
“But…!”
Serge pushed me away and straightened his posture.
Whether enduring the pain or simply fighting through it, blue veins bulged across his pale, sweat-beaded forehead.
Down in the Underground Facility, the darkness had been too thick to notice.
Just how ashen his face had become.
‘What do I do? I can’t pull it out right now….’
I was deliberating whether to somehow reach the upper floors and find something for emergency treatment.
Serge began limping forward, each step labored.
“I’ll manage on my own. Go check if the guide dog I brought is still in place.”
“A guide dog…? You mean that Space Ability User?”
“I don’t have the strength to repeat myself.”
Saying ‘yes’ would have been far shorter than ‘I don’t have the strength to repeat myself,’ but I refrained from pointing that out.
I simply nodded and hurried across the Corridor.
Creak!
As I opened the door at the Building’s entrance, the world outside revealed itself bathed in pale blue dawn.
The front of the Building was completely empty.
‘Even the thugs I knocked out are gone.’
Of course, the two-hour duration of the perfume might have worn off and they’d awakened, but if so, there should have been new ones around.
The Building’s interior felt eerily devoid of any presence.
The streets were unnaturally silent.
I rushed toward the Alley where Serge and I had first arrived.
“…They’re gone.”
Yet all that greeted me was the gate of someone else’s residence, not a shadow of a person in sight.
Creak, creak….
Only the chains that had bound the Middle-aged Man swayed desolately in the breeze.
The severed end of the chain was crushed and jagged—whether from a blunt instrument or something else.
‘There’s no way he cut through it with his bare hands and escaped…’
Someone had definitely taken him.
I bit my lip and turned away without hesitation.
Then I rushed frantically toward the Sephiroth Sect Building.
Serge, who had escaped in the meantime, was leaning carelessly against the outer wall.
At the sight of the man with his eyes tightly shut, my heart lurched for a moment.
“…Your Highness, you’re not dead, are you?”
“Aren’t you being a bit too blatant with your wishful thinking?”
His eyelids slowly lifted, revealing sharp black eyes that gleamed with intensity.
Judging by how readily he was complaining, he didn’t seem to be dead yet.
“Sigh…”
I exhaled deeply and crouched down in front of him.
“…He’s gone.”
Serge didn’t seem particularly surprised by my words.
“…You were expecting this?”
“I brought him along as bait from the start, so half of it, yes.”
He tilted his head back and added slowly.
“I didn’t anticipate we’d waste this much time inside without even catching sight of the big fish.”
Those words weighed heavily on my heart.
After hesitating, I opened my mouth.
“…I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“If I had a more useful ability, your plan wouldn’t have hit this snag.”
“Ha.”
I’d meant it sincerely, but he let out a cold scoff.
“Instead of spouting nonsense you don’t even believe, help me stop the bleeding.”
“What? I don’t under—”
Squelch.
Before I could even process his words, a grotesque sound of wet flesh being torn echoed out.
Following the sound, I saw a tangled mass of hair slowly being pulled from Serge’s side.
He was brutally extracting the clump of hair embedded deep in his ribs using telekinesis!
“…Ugh.”
“What—Your Highness!”
He let out a final groan, and I was utterly aghast.
It wasn’t just embedded—it had tangled and burrowed into his flesh, so the strands came out in an endless stream of writhing coils.
“Sigh…”
Finally, when the last of it was extracted, the blood that had pooled inside came pouring out.
I stood there gaping in shock before suddenly crying out.
“W-what are you doing, just pulling it out like that?!”
I shuddered and hastily removed the robe I’d been wearing.
The robe, the handkerchief he’d given me—everything was filthy and unusable.
With trembling hands, I lifted the hem of the one-piece dress I wore underneath.
Then I sat down right beside Serge.
“Quite eager, aren’t you? Isn’t this progressing rather fast to be moving to that stage already?”
“I don’t have anything to cut with.”
I brushed off his nonsense and pressed the undergarment’s hem firmly against the wound.
“Ugh….”
“And I don’t have the strength to tear it.”
He let out a brief groan as if in pain, then suddenly flicked his blood-soaked fingers.
Tap, tap-tap-tap.
Following the seam, the hem of the skirt separated cleanly.
It wasn’t perfectly hygienic, but at least I had cloth to staunch the bleeding.
However.

95%

The number climbed immediately, and my vision swam.
“…I told you not to abuse your ability like that.”
“Then what other method is there?”
There wasn’t one.
But regardless of whether he was some supreme commander or whatever, I found it infuriating that this man relied solely on his ability and carried no weapon whatsoever.
“Don’t worry. It doesn’t hurt much.”
“I wasn’t worried.”
“Then why do you look so glum?”
I’m only concerned with my own safety.
Which made this all the more serious.
Because his eyes seemed to have truly lost their sanity.
“…I suspect Your Highness isn’t in his right mind because of the hallucinogen.”
“Why not just ask outright like before—am I mad?”
“I’d like to.”
“You’re quite the match for me. Did you know I’m four years older than the Princess?”
He scrunched his nose and let out a soft laugh.
Then he gazed into empty space, his eyes blinking slowly.
“Don’t fall asleep, Your Highness.”
I spoke to him urgently, afraid he might lose consciousness.
“Have you already become addicted to that Hesys?”
“…How did you know?”
“You told me to cover my nose and mouth, but you took no such precautions yourself.”
“That’s right. It was.”
He nodded obediently, which was unlike him, then muttered as if sighing.
“…Now even that amount won’t put me to sleep.”
My eyes widened at his words.
‘Then he’s in serious withdrawal!’
The female lead was a charlatan, and one of the male leads was addicted to hallucinogens.
Where exactly was this novel trying to go?
“Earlier, you asked what liquid was given to Baron Gavent’s eldest son, didn’t you?”
Then he suddenly brought up an unexpected topic.
“It’s blood extracted from an Awakener on the verge of a rampage.”
“An Awakener’s blood…?”
“Yes. Since you mentioned telekinesis, it might very well be my blood.”
“What? What do you mean by that….”
Had I heard him correctly just now?
I stared at Serge with wavering eyes and asked back.
“Your Highness’s blood? What are you talking about?”
“If you feed it to the Erosion Infected, they seem to regain their sanity temporarily. If luck favors the compatibility, they can even gain the ability of the blood’s owner.”
But instead of answering my question, unexpected information came back.
My mind became confused in an instant.
“That…such a thing is possible? I’ve never heard of it before.”
It was something I’d never heard or seen, not just in the original work, but even in the books I’d diligently read since coming here to gather information.
I stared at Male Lead 4 with wavering eyes, and he let out a scoff.
“Oh yes, that’s not something a delicately raised Princess should hear.”
Irritation flared up at this man who didn’t know my true nature and only mocked me.
“You keep saying I was raised so delicately, so refinedly. But I wasn’t raised that way alone.”
“Then? How much did you roll around while growing up?”
“I’ve seen quite a few unsightly things while growing up….”
Thump.
In that moment, his head slumped down onto my shoulder.
“…Your Highness! If you lose consciousness now, you’ll die!”
I cried out as if having a fit.
My heart felt like it plummeted to the very depths.
‘Find the female lead and die, is that it!’
I’d finally found a useful information source.
If Male Lead 4 died like this, how the hell would this damned novel’s plot even proceed?
“…Princess.”
Fortunately, Serge hadn’t lost consciousness.
“I won’t die anyway, so don’t think about leaving me here. Stop by the Grand Duke’s Residence and let them know I’m here. Don’t regret it later.”
At his words, which seemed to read my mind perfectly, I felt caught red-handed.
“…I’ve never thought such a thing.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“How could you just leave someone injured like this!”
“They say you’re selfish and ruthless without equal… but this is quite unexpected.”
“I’ve been thinking about this since last time, and that’s what I wanted to say to you.”
“….”
“Your Highness.”
“….”
“Hey.”
No answer came.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Please, you crazy bastard… if you’re going to threaten me like that, you should at least tell me the way to the Grand Duke’s Residence…!”
My pitiful voice echoed hollowly through the empty alleyway.

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