The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 152

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Part 2, Episode 22
“I dealt with the Bynac Cult when I was eighteen.”
“How old are you now?”
“Twenty-six.”
“Eight years.”
Eight years would have been more than enough time to expand considerably had he possessed it.
“And the reason I eradicated them so thoroughly, leaving not a trace behind, was simple.”
“Mm?”
“They were a group that worshipped demons.”
Rozelin turned her head with a peculiar expression to look at Garren Wilbred.
‘And here he is, saying that—when he’s a demon himself?’
As she stared at him with that bewildered look, Garren Wilbred told her to avert her eyes.
“But such frauds have often appeared and vanished.”
In Rozelin’s world too.
False prophets spouting talk of miracles and such spring up whenever humans gather—it’s inevitable.
Yet not many fell prey to such honeyed words.
Most quietly destroyed themselves before long, or so the saying went.
“At first, I only meant to frighten them, but then I saw the Demonic Summoning Circle and the Resurrection Circle there.”
“…Ah, they actually were madmen?”
“It seems so.”
“So you hunted down the remnants and pulled them up by the roots?”
“Yes, and I recovered and burned all related texts as well.”
Garren Wilbred stood beside the chair where Rozelin sat, his hands thrust into his pockets.
“There are things in this world better left unknown, after all.”
“Like the existence of that damnable father?”
At Rozelin’s words, Garren Wilbred let out a low laugh and nodded.
“I’m included in that category too. One shouldn’t invite monsters of such irregular magnitude.”
“That damnable father—is he a monster?”
“A monster.”
“Do monsters love?”
Rozelin murmured, her voice tinged with wonder.
“They do.”
Garren Wilbred answered lightly.
“Only their way of thinking differs. A monster’s love can become a calamity for humans.”
“…So they really did perform a summoning?”
“Yes.”
Rozelin, who had asked with a wry smile, faltered at Garren Wilbred’s firm confirmation.
“…Truly?”
“Indeed.”
“…Oh, go on and dispatch it quickly then. That damnable father is stronger, isn’t he?”
At the child’s words, Garren Wilbred slowly lowered his gaze to look at Rozelin.
“I do not involve myself in human affairs using my true power.”
“…Is that so?”
“It is. I could manage to save you and Selena if worst came to worst, but nothing more. Should this world perish, then it shall perish.”
Garren Wilbred spoke curtly.
Rozelin lifted her head slightly, studying him quietly, then nodded.
“Had the summoning not succeeded, I could have handled it, but matters have grown somewhat larger for me to meddle in.”
“I see. You have no need to.”
Rozelin added that bystanders have their own role to play, her expression lacking any particular regret as she nodded in understanding.
“So what sort of demon is it?”
“A tedious variety.”
“Tedious?”
“One that seduces and manipulates humans, treats them as toys for amusement, collects rare things and bestows eternal life upon them like collectibles—a being of the utmost vulgarity.”
Rozelin, who knew nothing whatsoever of demons, frowned, and he continued.
“In the Human World, it’s known by this name.”
Garren Wilbred turned his head to look at Rozelin.
“Amon. Greed incarnate.”
At Garren Wilbred’s words, Rozelin’s expression darkened.
The child’s plump cheeks trembled slightly as her face took on a serious cast, and she opened her mouth.
“Listen, you damnable father.”
“Please drop the damned act, would you? Out with it.”
“No. I haven’t the faintest idea what you just said.”
The child rested her chin on the back of her clasped hands and spoke.
Garren Wilbred went very still, his expression darkening.
“……I’m at a loss for words.”
“Same here.”
“But perhaps ignorance is a mercy. Knowledge only troubles the mind.”
“What sort of ability does that demon have? You said you could Teleport anywhere.”
Garren Wilbred narrowed his eyes and looked down, as if deliberating, before speaking.
“Cunning.”
“Rather like your damned father.”
“A silver tongue, that one.”
“Hmm?”
“Remarkably cruel and vicious in temperament.”
“……?”
Rozelin, who had been listening quietly, hardened her round eyes with a grave expression and opened her mouth.
“Damned father.”
“……Sigh.”
“Are you introducing yourself?”
“You really do want to have a proper fight with me, don’t you?”
At Garren Wilbred’s menacing words, Rozelin gave a small shrug.
“But think about it. You’re cunning too. The way you subtly manipulate people and lead them where you want—isn’t that so?”
“…….”
“And you’re glib. After talking with you, everyone leaves wrapped around your finger and stripped bare. Isn’t that right?”
“…….”
“And honestly, you’re normally fine on the surface, but you’re actually quite cruel.”
“…….”
Garren Wilbred’s expression twisted and he fell silent.
Somehow, hearing it put that way made it sound entirely like a self-portrait.
“I despise you when you do this.”
“Didn’t I tell you not to bring up old things? Has your memory gotten worse?”
Rozelin smiled faintly.
At that mischievous grin, Garren Wilbred turned his head away.
“In any case, she has a strong appetite for wealth—she loves money and such things. The problem is, she takes great interest in rare lives as well.”
“Rare lives?”
“For instance, imagine a human with eyes the color of a rainbow. She would capture that person, grant them Immortality, and lock them away in her collection. Like an object to be taken out only when needed.”
Rozelin’s expression twisted.
Why would anyone engage in such an inefficient practice?
“Wouldn’t it be more efficient to just kill them? Taxidermy or whatever.”
“A dead eye no longer shines, you see.”
“So the value diminishes.”
Rozelin nodded in understanding.
The child rubbed her chin with a grave expression, arms crossed.
“Now that I think about it, a god worshipped by a cult……. That does sound like something she would do.”
“……A woman?”
“Yes.”
“The demon is female?”
“Gender means little to us, but yes, that is the case. Whether man, woman, or beast—if it strikes her fancy and she has need of it, she takes it; if she tires of it, she casts it aside without mercy. A truly remarkable piece of filth.”
Rozelin tilted her head, arms still crossed.
“No different from humans.”
“In any case, her tastes don’t align with mine. A vulgar creature.”
“For you—or rather, your damned father—to pass such harsh judgment is rare.”
Thinking he must have experienced something, Rozelin watched him, but Garren Wilbred only exhaled silently.
His tone seemed laden with something like personal grievance.
“She is a hedonist of the most relentless sort, driven entirely by whim.”
“So that’s you introducing yourself again, then?”
“…….”
“Joking.”
At the sight of Garren Wilbred’s murderous glare, Rozelin quickly backed down.
He truly did detest it.
“And when boredom strikes, they enjoy starting wars or sowing needless chaos, watching humans tear each other apart. They love driving the Human World to self-destruction or transforming it into hell itself.”
“Is that so? If a cult housing such a being has consumed Maklucsa, then…….”
“Their talent for deluding people exceeds even mine, so chaos will surely follow.”
“Like Carmel, who infiltrated our house before—does the Marlux cult use Hypnosis and things like that?”
“Such trivial parlor tricks operate on an entirely different plane.”
Garren Wilbred spoke up.
“These things called the Abyss are fundamentally akin to fragments chipped away from an enormous boulder, you see.”
Rather than Brainwashing or Hypnosis, it’s closer to a complete reconfiguration of one’s very perception and understanding of reality itself, Garren elaborated.
Rozelin had only wanted to build a peaceful world.
Yet here she was, watching demons and wars and self-annihilation weave themselves into the tapestry—it was absurd beyond words.

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