The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 33

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Episode 33
“Where on earth have you been all this time!”
Bayan’s fist came down on Batar’s head with a heavy thud.
“Do you have any idea how hard your mother and I searched for you…… how hard we searched?! What were you thinking, running away and leaving nothing but a note!”
“Ow! It hurts! I’m sorry! I only meant to be gone for a week before coming back!”
It wasn’t that he couldn’t use formal speech.
It was clear that formal language simply didn’t come naturally to Rozerin.
“But…… Uncle, or rather, that bastard Jjambuaga kidnapped me!”
“……What?”
Bayan’s expression, which had been tinged with relief, hardened instantly.
The Tribal Chief. As Bayan’s face went rigid, the other Kaluta Tribe members who had arrived with him felt their own expressions freeze in turn.
“But still, who am I! I’m the son of the Khan and the brother of my honored elder. Either way, I managed to escape in the middle of it…….”
Batar, who had been striking his chest proudly with a clenched fist as he spoke with vigor, began to falter and waver as he continued, his fingers fidgeting.
Batar swallowed hard as he realized Bayan’s patience was wearing thin.
“It’s just…… I was captured by slave traders from The Empire and couldn’t get away.”
The atmosphere turned sinister.
The killing intent was so thick it stopped one’s breath.
Rozerin realized for the first time that killing intent was something one could actually feel.
“At first they gave me food, so I was grateful and ate it, but I never imagined those bastards would be so wicked……! I never dreamed it!”
Batar raised his voice as though aggrieved.
Sensing that the atmosphere had become dangerous, the youth hastily gestured with both hands and continued speaking.
“Anyway…… I was about to be put up for auction or something when…… Rozerin saved me.”
“……She saved you?”
“Yes. She paid a fortune to buy me out of that vile place and brought me here. She’s a truly splendid woman!”
“……Huh.”
The Second Prince, Yuldian, who had been quietly observing the unfolding situation from the side, rubbed his arm and looked at Rozerin with an exhausted expression.
“See? It was all premeditated. Phony, every bit of it.”
His softly muttered voice came out loud enough to be heard. Rozerin shrugged her shoulders.
“……I see.”
Bayan spoke in a low, measured tone.
“Arrest Jjambuaga and his entire family. Summon every tribe that harbored him or was complicit with him.”
“Yes, Tribal Chief.”
“And find Jjambuaga.”
“Ah, that’s what the second gift is.”
Rozerin raised one hand and, slipping her face around Arma, who had stepped in front of her, spoke.
“……A second gift?”
Bayan looked at Rozerin with startled eyes.
“Yes.”
At Rozerin’s light gesture, another member of the Imperial Knight Order dragged a pitch-black Black Sphere from the carriage.
The Black Sphere hung suspended in the air, held aloft by a thick Chain.
“It’s this.”
“……What is that?”
Rozerin pulled something from her pouch and hurled it at the sphere.
Pop—!
The Black Sphere burst like a soap bubble, and two people tumbled out from within.
“Aaaugh! Aaaaah! Aaaaaah!!”
A man began to shriek and thrash about wildly.
With his focus half gone, he flailed his limbs in all directions, and his Monstrous Strength was considerable.
Even fallen, a Kaluta Tribe member was still a Kaluta Tribe member, it seemed.
The man who had guarded the one who had said to Rozerin that he would buy Batar sat vacant-eyed, his gaze fixed on the sky.
One of his pupils was dull and clouded, as though that eye had died.
“This appears to be Abyss contamination.”
Bayan murmured quietly.
Rozerin watched as the Kaluta Tribe members subdued the middle-aged man who was displaying his Monstrous Strength and rampaging in all directions with ease before she spoke.
“While I was rescuing Batar, they said they would purchase him themselves.”
At Rozerin’s words, Bayan’s lifeless, dry gaze fell upon her.
“So I received help from another person at the Auction House and captured them. Had I been just one step slower…….”
Crash—!
Before Rozerin could finish speaking, Bayan stamped his foot.
The ground caved in.
Despite the ferocious look he cast her way, Rozerin did not hold her tongue.
“Batar is surely dead already.”
The moment the words left her mouth, Bayan’s shadow vanished from before her.
“Why did you do that?”
Jjambuaga still seemed to be out of his mind.
Making strange noises, he was being held by members of the Kaluta Tribe when Bayan seized him by the throat and lifted him into the air.
“Chief, he doesn’t seem to be in his right mind. Even if you speak to him, he can’t respond…….”
“I see.”
Bayan laughed savagely.
Beneath that sinister gaze, the boy’s lips split wide in a grin that made him look far more like a vicious beast than any human.
“Then I’ll simply bring him back to his senses.”
He gripped the man’s throat with his left hand while seizing the forearm of the man’s left arm with his right.
Crack.
And then, without mercy, he twisted the captured limb.
“Aaaahhhhh!!”
The boy, his hand locked around the man’s throat, wrenched the arm clean off.
It was a display of Monstrous Strength that no human could be said to possess.
A fountain of bright red blood spurted skyward.
“……I’ll report this to the Khan myself, so once you’ve seen to simple treatment, throw all of them into the Underground.”
The boy cast the mangled limb to the ground as he issued the command.
Second Prince Yuldian had gone deathly pale, unable even to step back, cold sweat streaming down his face.
In that moment, Rozerin stared unflinching at the man who had lost consciousness and now convulsed silently, unable even to scream.
Because if that man—the one who killed Batar—were left alive, the future would see The Empire and the Kaluta Tribe wage war.
The war would happen because this wretch, like some sycophant, had pinned all blame for Batar’s death onto The Empire.
“Forgive me for such an uncouth display at our first meeting. I shall make proper introductions another time. For now, I trust you’ll rest and recover.”
Bayan, drenched in his own uncle’s blood from head to toe, spoke these words to Arma, then bowed deeply toward Rozerin.
“Thank you for saving my sister. However, given the circumstances, I hope you’ll forgive me for deferring a proper expression of gratitude until later?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“I’ll send someone to assist you shortly. Please bear with us a moment longer.”
Bayan smiled broadly at Rozerin’s words.
Stained scarlet with blood, he looked somewhat like something from a horror tale.
He departed first, leading his people away.
Rozerin turned her gaze toward Arma, who had sheltered her since the moment killing intent first filled the air.
He was looking at her with an oddly subtle expression.
“Come on, show us to our quarters already!”
Yuldian was snapping irritably at the servants, his complexion ashen.
“Kyaa! Who are these handsome men! Will you marry me?”
Someone came dashing forward at blinding speed, hooked Yuldian by the waist, scooped him into her arms, and then charged straight at Arma.
With his Dynamic Vision, Arma swept Rozerin into his embrace and swiftly retreated.
“Oh my, the charming brother runs away! What about the pretty sister—won’t you be one of my concubines?”
A scantily clad woman draped in golden ornaments, which clinked and chimed as she moved, chased after Arma as he fled with Rozerin in his arms, shrieking with laughter.
Rozerin, overwhelmed, clapped her hands over both ears and squeezed her eyes shut.
‘Personal questions, background interrogations, and now proposals of concubinage.’
It was chaos incarnate.
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“I’m Naryan! The Khan’s one and only daughter, the youngest and most beautiful—and unlike the foolish Batar who was saved by pretty sister here, I’m his twin!”
The girl, having failed to catch Arma despite his perilous near-misses, finally guided them along with a wistful expression, licking her lips ruefully.
“Hey, put him down right now!”
Of course, Yuldian was still cradled in one of her arms like a princess.
“Oh my, such a sharp temper and feral spirit—exactly my type. And handsome too…….”
Silver hair with a wave to it spilled past his waist; clear green eyes sparkled with vitality; his skin bore a deep, dusky tan stretched taut over his frame.
The young girl, cradling a man three heads taller than herself in one arm, showed not the slightest sign of strain.
Her full lips held a mischievous curve.
“And he’s a prince, no less?”
Her cheeks flushed.
“I’ve always been drawn to promising men with strong convictions and a savage masculinity.”
Arma paused at Naryan’s words.
He had heard something very much like that before.
“I prefer someone a bit more promising, with firm convictions and masculine fierceness.”
Watching Naryan lick her lips in disappointment, Arma’s gaze flickered sideways toward Rozerin.
‘No, surely not…….’
Arma felt his mind go blank in a way it rarely did, and he pressed his eyes shut.
“Why can I not, when he can, Miss Rozerin?”
“Because you’re the opposite of my ideal type.”
The brief exchange with Rozerin came back to him.
‘Which means that ideal type…….’
Arma squeezed his eyes closed.
“I’ll do it!”
“……I’m sorry?”
“I’ll become a man with strong convictions and masculine presence—a fierce one!”
“Ah. Very well.”
“Yes.”
She had looked at him in confusion at first, not understanding what he meant, but then her expression shifted to comprehension and she nodded.
“…….”
Arma fell silent, struck by a truth he had never considered.

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