A World Where You All Are The Villains - Chapter 93

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93.

Ethan and I turned our heads simultaneously in that direction.
Serge stood with his arms crossed, regarding us with a furrowed, hostile gaze.
Ethan lowered his suspended hand and shot him a look of pure enmity.
“…What exactly are you doing, Your Highness?”
“Helping an oppressed, pitiful lady?”
“Oppressed, you say.”
“Then what would you call seizing someone against their will and coercing them? If not oppression?”
Their gazes collided head-on.
The atmosphere was entirely different from the psychological warfare they’d engaged in at the start of the banquet.
The killing intent radiating from these S-rank Awakeners pressed against my skin with tangible weight.
Caught between them, I felt as though I were dying—helpless and trapped.
“If Your Highness hadn’t seized Edith Blake in the first place, this catastrophe would never have occurred.”
Ethan clenched his teeth and shot back.
At that, Serge let out a derisive laugh.
“Should I have let her be sucked into the Gate and left her to die instead?”
“She’s my sister—I would have protected her myself!”
Ethan couldn’t contain himself and shouted.
Then he immediately suppressed his agitation, breathing heavily and ragged.
“…At the very least, I would have found some way to get her out of here before she was exposed to mana. Unlike the Grand Duke, I wouldn’t have simply abandoned her to become an Infected.”
“Oh, brother!”
My jaw dropped at his blatant condemnation of Serge.
‘Is he insane?’
Setting aside the accusation that his rescue of me had been pointless, his opponent was the Grand Duke.
That Grand Duke—the one called a madman, a butcher, a mass murderer!
‘What if they actually fight?’
My head was already pounding from Vincent’s rampage on the verge of eruption.
If these two came to blows, the island would be reduced to ash in an instant.
I held my breath, dreading that the male lead would throw the first punch.
Mercifully, the violence I’d feared never materialized.
“Ah, that’s right.”
Instead, Serge seemed to recall something, letting out an exclamation before suddenly flashing a sinister smile and turning his gaze toward me.
“The Princess wasn’t an Awakener, was she? I momentarily forgot.”
“…”
At those words, a vein bulged sharply on Ethan’s forehead.
His clenched fists trembled as though they might burst free at any moment.
He seemed profoundly enraged that the Grand Duke hadn’t even known I was a non-Awakener.
I immediately grasped Serge’s meaning and shook my head vigorously.
‘Please, just stay quiet. We made a deal!’
Yet despite my desperate gaze, he merely smiled with a bitter edge and continued his jabs.
“No matter how little blood we share, how could an only brother know his sister less than a complete stranger?”
“Then how well do you know Edith Blake, Your Highness? You only met her for the first time at that banquet not long ago, did you not?”
“Perhaps. Our time together was brief, but I suspect I’ve had far more intimate conversations with her than you have. Wouldn’t you agree, Princess?”
He lobbed the ball back to me.
Ethan’s sharp eyes turned toward me.
‘What absolute nonsense!’
This time, I shook my head frantically at Ethan.
It was a silent plea not to believe him.
That was when it happened.
Whiiiiing—!
Suddenly, from somewhere, came the roar of violent wind.
“Shrieeeek!”
“Ahhh! What—what is—!”
“H-help me!”
Screams from both beasts and humans erupted in succession.
I flinched and turned my gaze.
And there I saw multiple tornadoes stretching up to the sky, sweeping across the Courtyard.
“That’s…”
For a moment, I wondered if exhaustion had made me see things wrong, so I blinked several times.
But it wasn’t.
They were genuinely tornadoes.
Whoooosh—!
Gray-hued whirlwinds appeared throughout the Courtyard, moving with arrow-like speed, indiscriminately devouring humans and beasts alike.
Gates bring various calamities, but there was no precedent for them spawning multiple tornadoes.
So this wasn’t caused by a Gate.
Somehow, I knew exactly who was doing this.
‘Vincent…!’
I searched for him frantically, but he was lost among the magical energy, whirlwinds, and the chaotic tangle of beasts and people.
The last reading I’d seen from him was ‘94%’.
Unless he’d decided to slaughter everyone here, then right now he was…
‘Rampaging.’
He’d finally lost his rationality and entered a state where he couldn’t control his abilities.
What were only a few tornadoes now would grow increasingly destructive.
And he wouldn’t stop the slaughter until someone subdued him.
Magical energy could be purified one way or another.
But the dead couldn’t be brought back.
‘I have to stop him now!’
Now that Ruellin had been murdered.
I was the only one who could purify Vincent.
Not that I particularly cared about saving him.
Only for my own safety and for Nancy and Eston, who were waiting for me.
And for those innocent children who had been dragged all the way to this distant island and caught up in this horrific situation through no fault of their own.
I tried to dash toward the Observation Deck immediately.
However, with a sharp sound—
Before I could even take a single step, someone grabbed my wrist.
I stopped and turned around. Ethan asked with a grim expression.
“Where are you going?”
“To Vincent.”
“Do you really want to become an Infector?”
“There’s no time to explain—I have to knock him out right now!”
I wrenched my captured arm free and shouted.
But the clueless fool held on stubbornly and refused to let go.
In that moment, with a whoosh—
Ethan’s hand was forcibly torn away from my body once more.
“Go and come back, Princess.”
It was Serge’s help again.
Ethan crumpled his face and cried out.
“Your Highness!”
“It’s obvious she’s in a frenzy. The Princess must have some good idea.”
“Then all the more reason to stop her! What could she possibly accomplish on her own!”
“That’s exactly why you understand the Princess less than a complete stranger. If you’d just shut up and stay still, you might at least make it halfway there… tsk.”
Serge clicked his tongue once, then gestured to me with his chin.
“What are you waiting for? Go.”
“Don’t go, Edith Blake.”
Ethan pleaded desperately.
But Serge casually ignored his words and smiled playfully.
“I’ll watch, and if things get dangerous, I’ll rescue you at the right moment. Like a prince on a white horse, naturally.”
“….”
“How about that? Is your heart trembling so much from how dashing I am?”
“No.”
I answered firmly, then added softly.
“…Still, thank you, Your Highness.”
“….”
“For trusting me.”
I meant it sincerely.
He must have known me as a lightning-type ability user.
Yet even though it was strange that I was going to Vincent, he didn’t ask anything.
Perhaps he sensed that I was concealing something, and anticipated the revelation of secrets yet to come.
But regardless, thanks to Serge, I managed to shake off the nuisance with ease.
“…!”
My gesture of gratitude toward the Grand Duke must have been quite the shock.
Ethan stared at me with a face drained of all color, his gaze piercing.
I paid him no mind and turned away immediately.
“…Edith Blake!”
He called after me a moment too late, attempting to seize my arm once more.
“Now, now—where do you think you’re going? You were the one who insisted we have a serious discussion about the meaning of family, Captain of the Knights.”
Fortunately, Serge caught him at just the right moment.
Leaving their voices to fade behind me, I began running toward the Observation Deck without hesitation.
Whoooosh—!
I narrowly avoided being swept up by the terrifying whirlwinds that erupted intermittently, dodging them several times by the skin of my teeth.
Surprisingly, the swarms of monsters pouring from the Gate posed no significant threat.
Those that took flight were consistently sucked into the whirlwinds.
“Kee… Ack?!”
Countless creatures descended to attack me, only to suddenly freeze mid-motion before being hurled wholesale into the vortex.
Mercifully, it seemed Serge was assisting me from behind with telekinetic force.
By the time I reached the Fountain at the center of the Courtyard, my vision had grown considerably darker.
Black fog had already consumed more than half of the sprawling Courtyard.
Beyond it lay even deeper darkness.
Tense and alert, I stepped into the pit of magical energy.
Moving slowly, I retraced my memories of the path.
As I drew closer to the Observation Deck, I realized it felt safer than areas untouched by the magical miasma.
The tornadoes that had been swirling about were absent here.
Prepared for a lengthy search, I was pleasantly surprised to discover a large silhouette before long.
The second male lead.
Vincent remained there still, kneeling motionless on the ground.
‘Has he not yet reached the stage of losing consciousness and raging wildly?’
I hurried toward him.
Lowering my face, I called to him carefully, his form utterly still.
“…Vincent.”
Flinch.
He slowly lifted his head in response to my voice.
“Ugh!”
Upon seeing Vincent, I reflexively recoiled.
Peculiarly, black liquid was streaming not from his nose, but from both his eyes.
Like a ghost weeping tears of blood.
And.

98%

An astonishing number glimmered above his head.

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