The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 187

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Part 2, Episode 57
The woman staring at me—surely Amon—curled her lips upward in a smile.
“How amusing.”
She tilted her head as if puzzled.
“I’ve never done such a thing. Isn’t that right, darling?”
“Ah… yes.”
At Amon’s question, Father narrowed his brow and glanced at me sidelong. His expression was clouded with confusion.
“You mustn’t tell lies, little one.”
“It’s not a lie.”
Feeling the brainwashing show no signs of unraveling, I scowled as I answered back.
“No wonder Bat was keeping her around—she’s an amusing little thing.”
“Please put me down, Grandfather.”
At my words, Grandfather let out a low hum—”Hmm…”—and slowly set me on my feet.
“Won’t you come to me instead, child? I can give you anything you desire.”
“Really?”
“Of course.”
She smiled radiantly, her beautiful face lighting up.
“Then… since you’re being a bother, die.”
I beamed at her as brightly as I could.
“Rozelin…?”
Rozelin called out my name.
When I turned my head, the child held in Grandfather’s arms looked startled, darting his eyes between me and Amon.
Father and Grandfather both seemed utterly bewildered by what was happening.
“Ugh, that’s boring.”
“Neither my father nor I are idle enough to humor your games.”
“Your father?”
“Garren Wilbred.”
“Ah, Bat.”
Why did she call him Bat? I could understand if it were Basin.
‘A pet name?’
Was it true that that damned father of his had Selena as his first love?
Feeling unsettled, I stared at him blankly.
“It seems that fellow brought you here… did you want something changed?”
Click-click.
She approached me with the sound of heels and crouched down to meet my eyes.
Her irises were an intense, vivid red.
If Hellfire—the flames that supposedly burn away everything within hell itself—existed, it would surely be this mysterious crimson hue.
“How about this: if you become part of my collection, I’ll leave this world alone as a special favor. A special offer.”
“I don’t want to.”
“If you’re counting on Bat, it’s useless. He’s been placed under a restriction for sins he committed long ago.”
“No, I wasn’t relying on that damned human anyway, and I have no intention of becoming your collectible.”
“Then can I kill everyone here?”
“No.”
Watching the woman crouched before me speak words cruel in their innocence, I answered firmly.
What nonsense was all this.
“They’re all mine. I’m going to have all of them. You can just leave empty-handed.”
“Hah, how presumptuous. It seems you don’t know what I’m capable of doing…”
I glared and seized the woman crouched before me by the collar.
Amon blinked, then scowled.
In that instant, a green light spilled from my grip on her.
“Try it.”
I opened my mouth with a savage expression.
“By whatever means necessary, I’ll drive a blade through your heart. Don’t lay a hand on my family.”
“…Protection?”
The woman watching the green light leak from me murmured softly.
“So that bracelet did stand out… I thought so.”
Amon laughed.
“That’s why I had them bring you here, but no one succeeded. I wasn’t counting on mere humans, of course.”
When I glanced sideways, my reflection appeared in a mirror.
My irises had turned green. They were a vivid jade hue, touched by Sansar’s power.
Amon, meeting my gaze, licked her lower lip with a look of strange rapture.
“You’ve caught my fancy. Are you perhaps a Saint?”
“I’m not.”
“Then how did you come by such power?”
“I squeezed it out of a friend through blackmail.”
Amon burst into laughter at my matter-of-fact words.
“Your jokes are funny too.”
“…It wasn’t a joke.”
I spoke with a slight scowl.
It stung my pride somewhat to see someone laugh when I hadn’t been joking—back when I’d actually tried to be funny, no one had ever laughed.
“…Hmm. But your words are rather curt, aren’t they? I’ve lived several years longer than you.”
“Your words are curt too. I don’t use formal speech with rude people.”
As I spoke, I glanced sideways at my father and grandfather standing vacant and distant, their eyes blank.
They resembled marionettes with severed strings—lifeless pupils staring into empty space without a flicker of response.
Rozelin, looking terrified, shifted her gaze between me, Amon, and my father.
“Looking closer, you’ve got quite a mix of unusual powers blended together, haven’t you?”
I didn’t answer her.
“Primordial Darkness…?”
Her eyes widened.
“I can hardly believe it—how do you possess the Primordial Darkness?”
“What are you talking about?”
“On top of that, you’ve got Garren Wilbred’s energy mixed in, and also the aura of a god from the Heavenly Realm.”
Garren Wilbred was presumably what she meant by Garren Wilbred, and if she meant a god, she must be referring to Sansar.
‘Primordial Darkness?’
Was she talking about that black smoke-like substance that seeped from the jewel and coiled around my fists or blade every time I fought?
“And now that I’ve sensed it more clearly… what is this? Your soul’s composition is nearly identical to my potential daughter.”
“Who’s a potential daughter?”
“Rozelin Bellion. If Darling and I marry, that’s what she’d become, wouldn’t she?”
She was spouting nonsense.
I decided not to hold back any longer and threw a punch straight at Amon’s face.
I clenched my fist and pulled my shoulder back with all my might.
“It’s pointless. Any attack from a human is useless to me, anyway—”
“Then grit your teeth. This is the first time I’m using this much of my full power with this body.”
Before I’d even finished speaking, I drove my fist forward with all my strength.
In that instant, black flowed from the Black Diamond Ring once more, writhing before it wrapped around my hand.
“So it’s pointless—wait…?”
Amon’s beautiful face caved inward under the force of my small fist, and then came a sharp, thunderous crack.
Boom!!
The sound was absolutely deafening.
Rather than rolling across the floor, Amon’s body tumbled through the empty air and burst through the Reception Room door like a bomb, scattering across the Corridor like a sheet of paper.
Crash.
Pulverized debris rained down.
“…Oh.”
I was somewhat taken aback by what I’d done.
That had to hurt.
I never would have guessed that throwing a punch at someone could shatter solid marble like that.
‘…I’m incredible.’
With power like this, wouldn’t it be better to become a hero for world peace instead?
‘Is she dead?’
I was rolling my eyes cautiously to gauge the situation.
The scattered marble debris stirred, and Amon emerged from between the fragments.
Her neck was twisted at a ninety-degree angle—a grotesque sight.
Amon realized something was wrong with her body and grabbed her neck, twisting it back to its proper position.
“W-what…! Rozelin!”
Rozelin, startled, trembled violently, her face drained pale.
And indeed, the one with unparalleled execution was doing a splendid job of descending from my grandfather’s arms.
She’d grabbed my grandfather’s beard and struggled, but later switched to clutching his clothes as she shimmied down like a child descending a tree.
Riiip!
Despite her small size, tens of kilograms of weight tore right through the fine fabric of the garment.
My grandfather’s shirt was shredded, leaving only his left side of his upper body exposed.
It didn’t look good.
Regardless, Rozelin rushed toward me without so much as a glance in that direction.
“Hey, are you okay? Does your hand hurt?!”
“Uh…… yeah.”
“No, wait—shouldn’t you be worried about the wrong person here? It was me who got thrown, wasn’t it, Rozelin of Bellion?”
From behind, Amon pressed at her own neck in disbelief as she spoke.
Be that as it may, Rozelin was staring only at me, her face creasing with concern.
“What do I do……”
“It’s fine. Really.”
Because I was whole enough that I couldn’t deny what Amon had said.
“But should I call a healer? Why is Father acting like this……?”
I lifted my hand and stroked Rozelin’s hair.
As I looked up, Amon was watching me with an ambiguous expression.
She flicked her fingers.
Then, as if a string had been cut, Grandfather and Father crumpled to the floor.
“……Father?”
In that instant, seeing them collapse so limply as if dead, my mind went blank white.

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