The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 189

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Part 2, Episode 59
Amon deliberated briefly.
‘Can I win?’
Well.
There wasn’t much known about the Primordial Darkness. She didn’t even know what manner of being it was or what form it took.
All she knew was that it had likely existed as a demon sometime in the roughly hundred years when Sallom walked the earth.
What didn’t she know?
She didn’t touch it.
She didn’t touch dangerous things.
Amon was a creature overflowing with desire and greed, so she was equally covetous about her own life and what she possessed.
She finished her calculations neatly.
Even if she beat this one and somehow defeated Rozelin on top of it, she was certain she could never defeat Bashin.
And she didn’t believe he would simply let it stand.
‘……Bashin was the one who went the most insane when Sallom died.’
He’d never told her not to touch it in the first place, but he’d never said she could either. He’d only added a terse remark that he’d handle it himself.
She raised both hands lightly and smiled brightly.
“I’m a demon too.”
“So you wish to die.”
“Ah, I made a mistake. Got it. I won’t lay a hand on that girl or your people. Let’s call it even.”
At Amon’s words, Arma’s eyes narrowed.
“Right? I’ll leave as is. I’ll erase the memories or revert things as they were. Give me a chance.”
“…….”
Watching the woman smile radiantly, Arma nodded. It was a signal to vanish.
“Lord, how miserable to fall into such a terrifying world.”
The moment Amon muttered and drew a round circle on the floor with her toes—
Thud.
Her eyes went wide. Something dark pierced through her abdomen and blood spilled to the ground.
“Even demons bleed red, it seems.”
“You…….”
Amon ground her teeth and lifted her head.
Her face twisted with rage, and then sinews began to rise and swell, muscles bulged, and gradually her skin darkened.
“The second one goes through the head.”
“…….”
“Leave.”
The woman’s eyes blazed sharply as she clenched her teeth.
Within the circle she’d drawn, a Five-Pointed Star glowed, and she pressed a hand to her abdomen before vanishing in an instant.
“Rozelin, are you alright?”
“…….”
At the soft call, Rozelin lifted her face from Arma’s chest and slowly raised her head.
“I want to seal that.”
Rozelin blinked once, then murmured something in a small, childlike voice.
“Seal? What are you saying…….”
“Erebus, I’m angry.”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her heart dropped and then began to convulse within.
The Abyss coiled around her heart…….
No—the darkness she’d carried since birth stirred in response to Rozelin’s call.
‘What…….’
Rozelin’s vacant eyes sank deep downward, her eyelids closed, and she lost consciousness.
“……How vexing.”
Arma murmured quietly and caught Rozelin, steadying her in his arms.
He glanced once around the ruined room and exhaled.
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“Damn that bastard……!”
Amon returned to the Organization Building, clutching her pierced abdomen as she muttered savagely.
‘Wounds don’t usually form on me…….’
Since their flesh itself was different, humans could not wound them unless they reached a certain level of attainment.
Yet look at this. A flick of his fingers and her belly was torn open.
Even accounting for her carelessness, the blow had been severe.
She walked down the Corridor of the Organization Building—white and black colors mixed throughout—blood dripping steadily, and burst through the door to her chamber.
At the same moment, it froze solid.
“My, I’m later than I thought.”
“You……!”
Garren Wilbred, who had been standing by the window looking down, turned his body as he spoke in an unhurried tone.
“Dear me, you look a sight. Are you alright?”
“How dare you……!! Cough—”
She who had been about to cry out instead coughed up blood.
‘I wasn’t careless!’
Foolish and gullible. When had she begun to trust the words of humans so readily?
“Damn it.”
It wasn’t a wound from any ordinary weapon—the impact was far greater than she’d anticipated.
Her insides felt torn apart, nausea churning through her gut, and she gasped for breath while clamping her hand over her mouth.
“Who gave you permission to walk in here, Bashin!”
“Where I go is my own concern.”
His gaze held a mockery so contemptible it could barely contain itself as he looked down at her leisurely.
Garren Wilbred studied her for a moment, then smiled with an air of gentle benevolence and laughed.
“You…… knew, didn’t you. What those things were.”
“Hm? I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.”
The man blinked in a manner so distasteful it made her skin crawl, tilting his head.
She strode forward with long steps toward the chair.
Her ears gradually lengthened and sharp fangs gleamed as her skin darkened. A tail sprouted with a soft sound, and horns curled like a goat’s rose from her head.
Soon a pair of pitch-black wings spread wide like a bat’s, and her eyes dyed themselves a deep crimson before she finally exhaled a long breath.
“Those bastards!”
She turned a fierce glare upon Garren Wilbred, strode over, and sat heavily in the chair while clicking her tongue.
“Aah…… damn it.”
Amon, seated in the snow-white marble chair, flicked her fingers.
The door to the adjoining room slid open, and her collection appeared.
Amon selected one and sank her sharp fangs into its throat without hesitation.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
With each movement of Amon’s throat, the human’s body withered slightly, wrinkles spreading across its face.
A man who had appeared to be in his early twenties moments before was rapidly transforming into something ancient. As though the years were devouring him all at once.
After moving her throat several times, she threw the now-desiccated husk—shriveled like a mummy—into the air.
With a flick of her finger, the mummy burst into pale blue flame and vanished in an instant, not even ash remaining.
Only then did she exhale.
The hole that had pierced her abdomen had already closed.
Now that Amon had regained some composure, she withdrew a water pipe with a leisurely air and brought it to her lips.
“……Hey, Bashin.”
Garren Wilbred, who had been standing with his hands clasped behind his back watching the proceedings unfold, shifted his gaze toward Amon at her call.
“That thing the one wearing the beast-skin is holding…… is it Darkness?”
She asked, drawing long on the water pipe.
“And why would I answer that?”
“Well, you’ve little reason not to, have you?”
“Even answering feels troublesome.”
“……Don’t be like that.”
Garren Wilbred rubbed his chin lightly, then nodded while remaining where he stood.
“If that’s what you sensed, then you’re likely right.”
“From what I remember…… Erebus supposedly vanished long ago.”
“Ah yes, that did happen.”
He spoke unhurriedly, as if drawing forth an old memory.
“When it couldn’t be found no matter how hard we searched, the Abyss eventually fashioned a second darkness. But why would it appear now, of all times?”
“The master has returned, so perhaps the recluse thought it time to come home as well.”
……Master?
That grating word made her brow furrow.

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