The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 188

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Part 2, Episode 58
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Amon gazed at the child standing with eyes widened in shock as she looked down at the two collapsed members of the ducal house.
He had merely put them to sleep. There was a proper conversation to be had.
‘……I must have put Rozelin to sleep as well.’
But Rozelin had not lost consciousness. It was likely because their souls were identical.
The true body seemed to be this child called Rose, but Rozelin too was a being who existed in a duplicated timeline, her soul separated from this one.
‘What is this?’
Around Rose, whose fury made no pretense of concealment, a dangerous aura churned and roiled.
‘Darkness…….’
She lowered her gaze to Rozelin’s Ring.
Part of the overflowing darkness coiled around Rozelin and lashed outward in all directions.
‘She should not have been able to strike.’
No ordinary human could ever land a blow on Amon. Not unless he permitted it.
The gulf between them was absolute—a mere human creature and Amon, born from the Abyss, which was thought to be the source of all worlds.
Yet she had struck him.
She had landed the blow.
And the impact had been unmistakable—a pain that seemed to resonate through his very soul.
It was the same agony he had felt only recently, when he encountered Bashin.
“I’ll kill you.”
Sharp killing intent poured from Rose.
Amon found himself swallowing hard in the face of that overwhelming, immense presence.
‘This is…….’
An aura that should not exist. At least not among humans.
‘She hasn’t even made a contract with Bashin, so how can the same being exist twice in the same world?’
Only one soul could exist in a single world. Unless a demon paid the price on behalf of a human through a contract.
After a contract was made, the human could act by turns—one soul sleeping while the other remained active.
Yet in Rose, there was no trace of such an arrangement.
Two souls clearly faced each other, yet neither affected the other. How could this be…….
‘More than anything…….’
Those eyes.
The gaze that fixed upon him held a contempt so arrogant, far surpassing even those born in the Abyss, that it stole his breath.
Rose strode forward and drew a sword from Devon’s scabbard.
Rozelin took a startled step backward.
Rose turned her head to look at the child. The moment their eyes met, Rozelin’s body swayed and then crumpled to the floor.
“If I kill Amon, the Abyss will rage.”
Rose murmured softly to herself.
“Desire must exist, after all…….”
The light drained from Rose’s pupils. Her empty eyes held no focus, yet they were fixed precisely on Amon.
“So I only need it to exist…….”
Rose grasped the scabbard with her left hand and slowly drew the blade.
“I’ll seal it.”
The moment Rose’s murmur ended, Amon’s eyes flew wide.
“……Sealing?”
Sealing.
No human existed who could seal those born from the Abyss. Or rather, such a being had existed once, but now no longer did.
He had never seen it himself, but wandering between the Abyss and the world, he had heard a certain name spoken from time to time.
In all the tens of thousands of years of the Abyss’s existence, only one human had ever lived.
The one whom demons loved…….
The sole human.
“……Shalom?”
Even as he murmured the name, Amon shook his head in disbelief.
‘No, that human died thousands of years ago.’
They no longer existed.
They should not exist…….
“Rozelin!!”
Crash—!
Someone burst through the door that had replaced the hole in the wall and rushed inside. It was a boy with ears atop his head.
‘A demi-human?’
No—an artificial body.
An artificial body. One sculpted from someone’s memories, designed to vanish the moment a soul departs.
The boy had thrown himself into the situation without properly grasping it, and now his eyes swept across the surroundings, taking it all in.
“Rozelin.”
……
Around the beast-man, pupils contracted with fury, black darkness rippled and churned.
“……What on earth are these things?”
Amon muttered, his composure shaken.
One wielded the Primordial Darkness as though it were his own—something long believed lost to time. And the other……
‘Shalom?’
No. It made no sense. Dead humans did not simply return to life.
Shalom had been beloved, or so he’d heard, but he was human—and humans did not live beyond a century before death claimed them.
‘And the Primordial Darkness, no less?’
The first power born from the Abyss.
The Primordial Darkness—Erebos.
Yet that darkness had vanished thousands of years ago, or so Amon had been told. It faded with Shalom’s death, as though the human had chosen to embrace a death that did not exist.
Not long after the Primordial Darkness was born, the Primordial Light came into being.
Every scripture, from every timeline drifting through the Human Realm, began with the same opening line.
The Primordial Light was possessed by one of those who coiled in the heavens.
But the Primordial Darkness vanished. That was why, thousands of years past, there had been an age where only daylight existed—a time without night.
“Rose, why are you so angry?”
The beast-man’s voice flowed soft and gentle, as though Amon barely registered in his perception, and he moved slowly toward the smaller child.
“……Mine is dead.”
At Rozelin’s despondent words, the beast-man finally noticed the three figures collapsed on the ground.
Amon realized he had not stated that he hadn’t killed them himself.
The beast-man strode forward and quickly pressed his fingers to the throats of all three, then furrowed his brow.
“Rose, they’re not dead.”
……
“Come here and see for yourself.”
The boy approached Rozelin without hesitation and pulled the child’s hand toward him.
He crouched down, and only after placing the child’s fingers on Cherti Bellion’s neck did Rozelin’s eyes lose their intensity.
“They’re alive, aren’t they?”
……Yeah.
Rozelin’s answer was small, and the child blinked once.
Then the dangerous air that had rippled around Rozelin began to settle, slowly subsiding.
Ah—so Arma, wearing the beast-man’s body like a shell, had come bounding up from below after hearing his darkness tremble.
From outside, there hadn’t been a sound, which had seemed strange, but stepping inside made him realize how utterly wrecked things were.
Arma cradled Rozelin in his arms, gently patting the child’s back, and slowly raised his gaze.
“What are you?”
“You……have made a contract with Bashin.”
“I asked who you are.”
In those eyes, lucid and crystalline with clarity, dwelt an equal measure of chill.
Watching the undulating darkness, Amon fell silent.
‘Have I entangled myself with the wrong one?’
He should have understood why Bashin moved so cautiously.
No—he hadn’t moved cautiously at all.
“What you do in this world is no concern of mine…… but lay no hand upon Selena.”
“……What? It’s fine to touch the others?”
“That’s for them to deal with.”
“……So you weren’t protecting them?”
“I wouldn’t say so. Feel free to lay hands upon them—but if you die in the process, don’t blame me.”
Merely a human, and yet Arma spoke with such grandeur……
Amon gnashed his teeth.
‘That bastard knew.’
He had known and still said nothing. The darkness opposite him must have made a contract with Bashin, so there was no way it hadn’t known.
“One last question.”
Arma, still cradling Rozelin, flexed his fingers.
Darkness crept forth and swirled menacingly around Amon.
“What exactly are you?”

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