The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 202

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Part 2, Episode 72
I drew out the subject again.
“Anyway, I heard from the High Priest. He said that to deal with a demon, you need a Holy Sword and a Sacred Object capable of sealing it.”
At my words, he rubbed his chin, then let out a low chuckle and nodded.
“That’s right.”
“In any case, I wanted to tell you—I’m going to seal Amon. You two aren’t friends or anything, are you?”
“No, I’d be grateful if she disappeared. She was a nuisance.”
“That’s cold.”
“I’m naturally cold-hearted. You’re the only one who receives special treatment.”
I let out a dry laugh.
“What about Selena?”
“She’s simply special.”
“This bastard really…… ugh.”
I almost reflexively cursed at Garren Wilbred’s words before shaking my head vigorously.
“Anyway, it looks like the Third Prince’s mother is being held hostage by Amon, just as I thought.”
“Of course she is.”
“I suspect she might be under some sort of Hypnosis. Or maybe she was kidnapped.”
Garren Wilbred lifted his head, apparently hearing my quiet muttering.
“If it’s the latter, it shouldn’t be too difficult. But if it’s the former…… it’ll be a bit problematic. Can’t you break Amon’s Hypnosis?”
“You’d need to be as strong as I am.”
“That’s nonsense. Stop talking like that.”
At Garren Wilbred’s utterly indifferent tone, I reflexively snapped, my frustration boiling over. Then he suddenly chuckled, his shoulders shaking.
“Your body may have grown younger, but your emotions seem to be growing more unstable?”
“…… No, that’s not it. It’s just……”
“It’s not bad. Honesty is a good thing. Better than keeping it bottled up alone.”
Garren Wilbred added with a smile.
“If you try to solve it through individual ability alone, it won’t be easy. But if you seal Amon, it will naturally break.”
“Is there no other way?”
“Well, if you fully awakened your Abyss, that would do it.”
Hearing that much, I wanted to end the conversation with Garren Wilbred.
This man, who despises taking the easy path, always manages to make me go around in circles like this.
“What is my Abyss?”
“That’s your homework.”
I slammed my forehead hard against the table, frustration threatening to boil over. How does this conversation keep going in circles?
“Damn father, I really hate you.”
“Oh, I rather like you. It saddens me to hear such words.”
Then why don’t you put a shred of soul into your reply?
I didn’t believe him even as I spoke those words in a dry tone.
You could tell just from the temperature difference between how he treated Selena and how he treated me.
“Homework……”
I exhaled a sigh.
“The Abyss that dwells within you…… I saw it once, long ago.”
“In that ancient time, living beings named the Abyss of those they faced with reverence, naming it after its owner.”
“What is that?”
“That is…… homework. Now that I think about it, he was quite a willful man, much like you.”
An Abyss bearing a person’s name.
And Solomon’s Holy Sword, which shone only when I drew it.
‘When anyone else drew it, not a single glimmer of light appeared.’
Conversely, whenever I drew it, the Holy Sword blazed with bright light in my hands as if it had never done anything else.
And Garren Wilbred said that if it were me, I could vanquish the demon.
“Now that I think about it, he was quite a willful man, much like you.”
A mysterious dream had come to me featuring a man named Solomon, and Garren Wilbred had appeared there too.
Most significantly, Garren Wilbred had referred to him as “he”—confirmation that the subject was unmistakably male.
“Solomon.”
I sat dazed against the backrest, head tilted back, and finally opened my mouth.
……
I straightened my head from where it was tilted back against the backrest and sat up properly.
“I don’t know what kind of ability it is or what it means, but for some reason, this name keeps circling through my mind.”
Garren Wilbred faced me with a quiet expression, as if telling me to continue.
“Could my Abyss’s name be Solomon?”
“……No.”
After a beat or two, Garren Wilbred answered.
“No? Really?”
“That’s right. Solomon wouldn’t be the name, then.”
I paused for a moment, turning his words over in my mind. His weighted expression gave nothing away.
“You weren’t lying, were you?”
“Of course not.”
He spoke with a certain force, as if his feelings had been wounded.
I know that much about him. This man doesn’t lie.
Then…….
“Ah.”
Now that I thought about it, when I said Solomon to the Emperor, he hadn’t grasped it immediately—as if hearing the name for the first time.
“……Solomon.”
At my quiet murmur, Garren Wilbred’s presence shifted.
Heavy, dark, and somehow submerged.
The air seemed to thicken in an instant, and though my body shuddered once, I slowly lifted my head to look at him.
His eyes were no longer those of a man holding kindness and gentleness. They had narrowed to slits, gleaming like a beast’s.
‘Ah, I was right.’
What rose before him was not fear, but the thrill of having found the answer.
I watched him steadily, then gently swung my suspended legs.
“The Abyss’s name is Solomon.”
In truth, the Abyss doesn’t really have a name—they simply label them roughly by type, like calling a fire-wielder the Flame Abyss. The Abyss came in so many varieties and natures, after all.
‘But this isn’t really the Abyss’s name…….’
It’s just a person’s name, isn’t it?
I glanced sideways at Garren Wilbred.
“But I still don’t get it. My damned father said if I figured out this name, I’d understand why I’m so damn tangled up with the Bynac Cult, but I still have no idea.”
At my words, Garren Wilbred gazed at me quietly, his eyes downcast.
‘He’s got surprisingly long lashes.’
While I was watching him, I found myself thinking needless things.
He finally opens his mouth after the silence.
“Solomon and demons are inseparable beings.”
“Hmm?”
“The moment they meet, they’re drawn to each other—that’s how it works. Amon is greed itself. Without even knowing what you were, she simply wanted to possess you. She coveted you, and that’s why she desired you.”
At Garren Wilbred’s words, I tilted my head slightly.
Something about the conversation’s pivot felt off. He was speaking as if…….
“Greed is that kind of being.”
As if he regarded me as Solomon, though we just happened to share the same Abyss, nothing more.

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