The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 64

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Chapter 64
Rozelin’s eyes gleamed as she spoke, and she hurled herself at Count Baldur.
Having rushed at him so suddenly, she shoved her fingers into his mouth and then quickly withdrew her hand, clamping his lips shut.
Caught off guard by the sudden assault, the Count felt something sliding down his esophagus before his senses returned; he grabbed his own throat in panic.
Gulp.
Something had invaded his stomach.
“What did you just do to me…? What did you make me swallow!”
“A bead.”
A red bead.
Geren Wilbrid had picked up the bead that had swallowed all the flames Geren Wilbrid had tried to use to burn Landarin that day, and returned it to her.
A bead fulfills its purpose by shattering.
The red bead had consumed so much fire that it was on the verge of breaking, but it had not yet shattered.
Perhaps it would only break once it had devoured heat to its fill.
“…A bead?”
“Yes. That particular bead has a fondness for fire.”
Rozelin, her wrists burned and raw where the rope had bound them, laughed brightly.
“If you don’t want to die, you’d better burn yourself up with all your might.”
“What…?”
“I’m going to drain away every last bit of heat in your body.”
The moment Rozelin finished speaking, Count Baldur’s lips began to turn a pale blue.
“You…!”
Thud.
The man fell to his knees.
“Have you ever wondered? Was the previous Count Baldur truly your father? Is ‘King’ really on your side? Or… in the end, aren’t you just another pawn being used by King?”
Rozelin spoke with loaded significance.
The man trembling with cold suddenly opened his eyes wide as the door burst open.
Rozelin, tensed by the sound of the opening door, turned her head and found her gaze meeting eyes that held the color of a clear blue sky—and she faltered.
“…Ar…”
Rozelin smiled faintly.
Her body swayed.
The tension drained from her body. Rozelin collapsed forward.
“…Rozelin!”
Arma rushed forward and caught Rozelin in his arms, then slowly lifted his head.
Crackle.
Pop and hiss.
The man burning with flame continued to produce fire from his own body even as he groaned in agony.
Arma, who had regarded Count Baldur with a murderous gaze, stepped backward while holding Rozelin, confronted by that grotesque spectacle.
“Hey! Hand that woman over right now…!”
The man, who had drawn his sword at some point, roared with a sinister look while droplets of flame fell from his entire body.
Even if one possessed the Fire Abyss, fire was no less hot.
One merely had a somewhat greater resistance to flame than others.
Which meant that even with the Fire Abyss, one could still be burned, one’s skin could still melt away, and one could still die to a flame stronger than oneself.
“…What have you done?”
“I told you to hand that woman over, didn’t I!!”
Boom!
With a great roar, the blazing flames spread to various parts of the room.
Fire rose in a circular ring around Arma at its center.
It was as though a corner of hell itself had been transplanted into this world.
“Pathetic,” Arma said.
Arma spoke.
“So repulsive it’s sickening. The way you carry on as though you were something special… the way you’ve defiled what’s mine… all of it…”
Crash!
With a thunderous sound, a deep darkness began to seep from all around Arma.
Count Baldur’s eyes widened.
“Aksimuus Baldur.”
Arma gazed at Rozelin’s wrist, where blood was seeping, with eyes darkened to a murky black.
The billowing darkness swiftly began to devour the surrounding flames bit by bit.
The flames consumed by the darkness lost their color and transformed into black fire that burned anew.
“…What are you?”
“And yet you don’t even recognize my face, and you have the audacity to call yourself a nobleman of this realm.”
“Ha……!”
Count Baldur’s face, once brimming with ease, twisted into a snarl.
His already fierce expression darkened further, and the massive chest muscles visible through his loosely fastened clothes rippled and writhed.
“You think I’d lose to a bunch of pampered noble brats who’ve lived their whole lives in comfort?!”
The muscles in his arms bulged once, and then the flames erupted far more violently.
The man’s skin, subjected to the relentless heat, charred and began to melt.
“That’s the problem. Clinging to such childish notions—whether you’re an illegitimate child or a noble.”
Arma laughed, bright and clear.
“You’re pathetic, Makrussa.”
The moment he finished speaking, the black darkness swirling around Arma suddenly swallowed every single flame that Count Baldur had unleashed.
Soon the world was consumed by shadow.
In a darkness where not a glimmer of light was permitted, only Count Baldur’s body burned with fire, illuminating the void.
“Insane…….”
He cursed low.
“You’re being looked down on because you’re weak. Because your worth is less than a rock rolling in the dirt.”
Hearing the voice from the darkness, Count Baldur pulled himself up, breathing hard.
“What do you know?!”
Flicker.
The flames weakened.
Count Baldur gasped.
The stronger he made the fire, the faster something drained it away.
‘So cold.’
His teeth chattered as he clenched them tight.
For the first time since awakening the Abyss, the man felt such cold, and his fists clenched white.
‘What the hell are these bastards……!’
He simply couldn’t believe it.
‘I’ve never heard reports that the Third Prince possessed such power.’
He adjusted his flames.
‘And that woman—what about her? What is this bead?!’
It was all incomprehensible.
He couldn’t see even an inch ahead, making escape impossible. If only he could wield the Abyss properly…….
“Why does he have such power…….”
If the Third Prince possessed such ability, he’d easily have been able to vie for the Crown Prince’s position.
He was certain of it.
It was an instinctive feeling.
The Third Prince was far more dangerous than the current First Prince, and his capacity was immensely greater.
“I thought Makrussa had a decent shell, so I was planning to take it—but it was just a gathering of inferiority-ridden trash.”
“Trash? You little punk, how dare you…….”
“The fact that you couldn’t climb to that position yourself means you’re already worthless. And…….”
The black darkness began to compress tighter and tighter around Count Baldur.
“Do you think humans go mad if they stay in darkness for several days?”
Count Baldur drew in a sharp breath, watching the encroaching black shadow.
Even locked in a room with not a ray of light, it would be less dark than the shadow writhing behind his enemy.
“Damn it—wasn’t the whole point to interrogate me about Makrussa? Killing me like this won’t do you any good……!”
He opened his mouth frantically, his gaze wet with terror as he stared at the approaching darkness.
“…….”
“I’ll cooperate! I’ll cooperate, so just remove this bead! I’m really going to die like this!”
Count Baldur screamed.
Yet the darkness continued to compress, shrinking into a sphere that engulfed his entire body except for one ear.
“Well then. I’ll release you once Rozelin wakes and every wound on her body is completely healed.”
Arma smiled coldly.
It was a smile the other man could never see.
“If your mind is still intact by then, we’ll discuss a trade.”
Tap—Arma stepped out of the room.
In the chamber, now marked only by charred stains, a black sphere hung suspended in the void.

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