The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 197

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Part 2, Episode 67
“Solomon?”
“You don’t know about him?”
“I hated history class, so I never paid attention.”
Rozelin spoke frankly.
“History just chops up the important events and tosses them at you. I’m more curious about the cause and effect behind things than the events themselves.”
“Ah…….”
Wolf burst into laughter at Rozelin’s blunt, unapologetic words.
“I like that you’re so sure of yourself.”
“……Is that an insult?”
Rozelin blinked at the boy’s laugh.
The Emperor watched Wolf with an odd expression, his arms folded, ears perked up with interest.
“It’s a compliment.”
Wolf gently flipped the hand resting on the back of his and interlaced his fingers with hers.
“I didn’t know Salom was Solomon.”
“Neither did I.”
She’d never considered the Old Language angle.
Besides, she hadn’t even known the name Solomon existed, so understanding would have been meaningless anyway.
“Solomon has many legends attached to his name. There’s a story that he was the one who created a way for our world to coexist with a single collective called ‘society.'”
“Is that so……?”
“Yes. The story goes that Solomon had extraordinarily capable subordinates—loyal, harmonious, unfailingly successful at whatever they did.”
Rozelin’s eyes widened at information she’d never heard before.
“Capable? Why?”
“Whatever he ordered succeeded. If he said ‘bring me that land,’ they brought the land. If he wanted a plant transplanted, no matter how remote or frozen the mountain where it grew, they’d bring it and plant it in an instant.”
Wolf explained in a soft, pleasant voice.
“For example, there’s a plant in the current Empire called Seolhwa Grass. It’s the central ingredient in healing medicines. It goes into most pharmaceutical preparations.”
“There’s a plant like that?”
Oh, she had no idea.
Still, seeing Wolf looking so pleased, she didn’t want to dampen his enthusiasm, so Rozelin nodded along.
“Yes. Now it can be found and cultivated anywhere in the Empire, but originally, Seolhwa Grass only grew in the coldest polar regions.”
“Really?”
Wolf nodded lightly and continued.
“The Seolhwa Grass in the Empire is only fist-sized, but explorers who’ve visited the polar regions say the grass there grows as tall as a ten-year-old child. Some botanists theorize that this grass was transplanted during that era.”
“I never knew that.”
“It’s not commonly known information.”
Wolf shrugged lightly as he spoke.
“Anyway, if you want to read about Solomon, you should find quite a bit in evolutionary theory books or ancient texts.”
“You certainly know a lot, young Wolf.”
Wolf’s expression hardened at the Emperor’s words, and he turned to face him.
“Ah, or should I say young pup instead?”
“……I’d appreciate it if you’d keep quiet. I don’t want to engage with you.”
“Your edge is rather sharp.”
Wolf frowned and turned his head away.
He ignored the Emperor entirely and looked only at Rozelin.
Severus let out a soft chuckle and opened his mouth further.
“Anyway, this Solomon killed Demons, made friends, held feasts, and issued commands. There are even accounts suggesting that the capable subordinates who stood at his side were themselves Demons.”
Rozelin’s expression grew subtly strained at Severus’s words.
‘Something about this…….’
With a growing sense that she’d have more to discuss with Garren Wilbred, she couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling and rubbed her face.
“However, this information is highly classified. It’s written only in forbidden texts within the Forbidden Library, which only the Emperor may enter. It’s best that word doesn’t spread—that the First King of the Empire was infatuated with a Demon.”
Severus had learned this information by entering the Forbidden Library precisely because of this incident.
That’s also how he’d learned of the Holy Sword’s existence. But using it to kill his opponent had been a complete failure.
“The Holy Sword seems to have conditions for its use—I couldn’t wield it. In the end, it was nothing but a rusted blade.”
Severus inclined his head.
“I can lend it to you if you need it, though it won’t be of much use.”
He held out a gold medallion to Rozelin.
“It’s in the Underground Warehouse. Show this to the guards and retrieve it yourself.”
Rozelin gazed at Severus as she grasped the Gold Medallion in her hand.
‘But…….’
The child’s brow furrowed deeply as her expression hardened.
‘But I definitely attacked, didn’t I?’
Rozelin rubbed her cheek, her brow still creased in frustration.
“Your Highness, I did attack.”
“……What?”
“Well, actually, I’ve broken into the Bellion Ducal Estate before too—and while I was playing with the Bellion lady—I mean, with Rozelin—a demon suddenly invaded, so I just threw a punch first and asked questions later…….”
“……A punch?”
Severus echoed her words with an expression that suggested he’d just heard something patently unbelievable.
“Yes.”
……
“Anyway, the hit did connect. So for now, I’m thinking of trying to seal it.”
At Rozelin’s words, Severus frowned with an odd expression on his face.
Was Severus weak?
No.
He could say with absolute certainty that this was decidedly not the case.
If someone asked whether the opponent’s martial prowess was strong, Severus would have been confident in saying no to that as well.
The power was undeniably formidable, but in a direct physical confrontation, the opponent would inevitably lose.
From what he’d observed, the opponent wasn’t the type to use their body skillfully—they relied entirely on their abilities.
Frankly, if not for that inexplicable barrier of theirs, he could have landed effective blows. That was all there was to it.
But the Abyss he wielded hadn’t worked on them. His blade hadn’t even touched them. And yet…….
“The attack connected? And with a fist, no less?”
“Yes.”
“Is that so?”
Severus curved his lips into a smile.
“Then perhaps……you know your way around a sword, Miss Wilbred?”
“……? Yes.”
Rozelin answered briefly and descended from her chair.
“Let me fetch the Holy Sword from the Warehouse first.”
“Ah, Rose. Come with me—!”
Wolf was just hurrying down from his chair to follow Rozelin.
“I think it would be better for you to have a conversation with me instead, Wolf.”
An outstretched hand gently seized his shoulder.
The boy’s brow furrowed.
“I have nothing to talk to you about…….”
“Wolf, she’ll be back soon. Just stay here.”
Rozelin, who never looked back, departed without hesitation.
……
Abandoned in an instant with no chance to protest, Wolf scowled and let out a sigh.
Severus looked down at the boy, who reminded him vaguely of someone.
“You wield a rather familiar style of swordplay.”
……
“And you hate me about as much as he does.”
……
With his arms crossed, Wolf kept his gaze fixed wordlessly on the direction Rozelin had gone.
“My son should be sleeping in his room right now. Curious, truly.”
……
“Did you come from another world, perhaps?”

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