The Villain Who Will Kill Me Is Too Handsome, It's Troublesome - Chapter 100

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Episode 100.
“Huh?”
But the monster ignored Artiela.
What? Why is it ignoring me?
Being disregarded by the monster didn’t sit well with her. Pride wounded, perhaps?
“Hey, am I that easy to overlook?”
Artiela immediately wrapped her sword in Aura. Kirien didn’t miss the moment, sending Holy Power to aid her. The Holy Power Amplification Bracelet on his arm worked diligently.
“I’m the master of a Holy Sword, after all!”
Artiela boasted as she charged forward.
Only then did the creature turn its attention to her—or rather, to Kirien.
Perhaps it sensed a similar resonance because he was Vertia’s son? True enough, their Auras were fundamentally alike, and their appearances bore a striking resemblance.
“Kirien, dodge!”
Kirien rolled to evade the wolf bearing down on him, tumbling across the ground. He’d better not let that handsome face get scratched.
Artiela swallowed her dismay and charged straight back at it. Bardo raked a diagonal gash across the creature’s eyes. Yet even in pain, the beast paid it no mind.
Its target was fixed.
“Kirien!”
“Ugh!”
Kirien drew his blade and blocked the monster’s claw strike. But no matter how agile his training had made him, a novice was still a novice.
He poured out his Aura as taught, holding firm, but his strength came up short.
“You stupid mutt!”
Artiela flew at them both. She didn’t forget to kick the monster’s flank either, driving her boot forward with concentrated Aura and Holy Power—hard enough to crack the air itself.
The creature yelped and rolled aside, licking its claws.
Ah, that. That brings back terrible memories.
The Source of Evil had done exactly that.
Artiela’s eyes narrowed with frustration as she raised her sword again.
“Listen, you mangy beast—if you’d just shake off that Demonic Aura and go back to being a good dog, I’ll feed you, put you on a leash, and raise you proper.”
Did it understand the mockery in her voice?
The wolf lifted its paw again.
Artiela blocked it first with Bardo, then twisted around and swept from the opposite side, channeling her full Aura into the strike.
The hideous black claw flew clean off.
“Shrieeeek!”
“I told you—listen when I speak.”
Artiela kicked off the ground and rose up.
“Sorry, but you’re going to have to die now.”
A prolonged fight would exhaust Kirien’s soul.
Artiela drove Bardo straight between the creature’s eyes. A chorus of bestial shrieks—the cries of a thousand animals twisted together—filled the air.
Those horrible screams were sickening. But thanks to the Holy Power Kirien poured into her, the terrible sound faded steadily. The thick Demonic Aura grew thinner by degrees.
“Phew, it’s dead.”
Only a small sphere remained.
“Do you have strength left to purify it?”
There were no priests here either. Leaving it behind felt wrong.
“I’ll try to purify it.”
“Aren’t you exhausted?”
“When I saw you in danger…”
Not again.
“And besides, your performance was so magnificent…”
Hmph, so he’s fallen for her all over again—and yes, it does feel good, but no matter how I think about it, it’s unfair. She’d fought hard to protect Kirien too. Yet her Holy Power always grew at a pitiful crawl.
“At least we’ve dealt with the most dangerous one, so Mother should be safe now.”
As Kirien clumsily purified the sphere, Artiela swept the area, searching.
The monster had been hunting only Bailly, so it had to be nearby.
After combing through the surroundings for some time, Artiela stopped near what looked like a small cliff path.
“Artiela?”
Kirien, finished with the purification, caught up and halted beside her.
“Could it be…”
Blood. Likely Bailly’s.
It led down toward a small stream at the cliff’s foot.
* * *
“What? A monster appeared?”
Word of it reached the Imperial Palace—just as the nobility’s council was ending.
“At first we thought it was simply an enormous wolf, but we were mistaken.”
“Ah, of course.”
Petyr shook his head.
Something appearing at such a convenient moment. Did the gods truly aid him? Though whether the gods helped those scheming evil was another question entirely.
“Ugh.”
“Your Majesty, what’s wrong?”
The Chief Attendant, who had recently become Petyr’s closest confidant, steadied him. Percell’s eyes, watching from the side, narrowed.
“It’s nothing. Just a moment of dizziness. My heart was racing a bit.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes.”
Petyr’s eyes trembled with unease.
Because he had heard something strange.
Tastes like living?
‘Who are you!’
Since he seemed to be the only one hearing this voice, he answered silently within himself.
Me? The one who shares a soul with the person you despise most?
That voice brought sudden clarity. Black hair and crimson eyes. And a black swamp.
He understood instinctively.
The entity he had met when nightmares tormented him.
Absolutely, dangerously close. Which meant, no matter how tempting the offer, he must not waver.
Already having me wrapped around your finger, and then ‘thank you, I’ll put you to good use.’
‘What do you mean?’
By the way, it would be nice if you’d keep stimulating Kirien for me. Because soon, I think I’ll take over his body. You want him gone too, don’t you? Let’s help each other.
He didn’t understand what was being said, but one thing was certain.
He must not fall for the temptation of this dangerous thing. If he repeated such foolish mistakes, everything would crumble.
Through his anxious, trembling mind, fragments of distant memory surfaced.
The shameful figure of an emperor.
* * *
Artiela and Kirien turned toward the village, leaving the bloodstains they had found behind.
“It’s all right, Kirien. If my memory serves, Mother should be coming to the Holy Temple here.”
“Yes…”
“We met her spirit, after all.”
“Yes.”
“The bloodstains weren’t even that large, and there was no corpse at the cliff’s base, was there?”
At Artiela’s words of comfort, Kirien’s face finally brightened.
“You don’t have to console me.”
Kirien seemed to have steeled himself.
He had grown considerably. When she first met him, he was always shaken by uncertainty. But now it seemed he would not collapse easily.
That is, unless that sinister presence that visited occasionally interfered.
‘Aura abnormality detected.’
Often she watched Kirien’s condition closely, afraid that something—perhaps the Source of Evil itself—might seep in at a critical moment and obstruct her.
That entity, which occasionally spoke in strange ways, laughed oddly, and made bold contact, seemed to be the Source of Evil.
‘But why did it appear unchanged in the Mirror of Truth?’
There was something she couldn’t understand. But she had no time to dwell on such things.
“The village is oddly quiet.”
“You’re right. Even for a small village, it was always full of life.”
As the two walked toward the Holy Temple with uneasy expressions—
“Ahhh! Priests, please, save us!”
“I’m sorry. I’m too weak to help. If we request reinforcements from Edelion, the Holy Knight Order should come.”
“When? After we’re all dead?”
“Then, perhaps prayer might…”
So Monsters had appeared again. And inside the sacred Holy Temple, no less.
At that moment, a familiar voice rang out.
“Everyone, step back behind me once I engage.”
It was Bailly’s voice.
“But madam, you’re already wounded…”
“It’s fine. Once my son and daughter-in-law arrive, these injuries…”
Good—they hadn’t arrived too late.
Artiela and Kirien burst into the Holy Temple.
“Bailly!”
“Mother!”
Each of them called out to her in their own familiar way. At that, Bailly’s eyes widened.
“Ugh, what is that? Why are there so many of them!”
But this was a crisis. There were far too many! Baby spiders.
The swarm of Monster spiders filled the space.
Artiela flashed a look toward Kirien.
“Kirien, activate the Goddess’s Wind and protect the others.”
“Yes, understood.”
“And heal Mother if you have the capacity.”
After dividing their roles, Artiela rushed toward the spider swarm.
“Ugh, disgusting!”
Even if they were Monsters, insects were still revolting.
Still, Artiela diligently hurled Sword Aura to dispatch the spiders. The trouble was they kept emerging endlessly.
But since they were small Monsters, the fight wasn’t particularly difficult.
Moving at rapid speed, one after another, Artiela cleared out the spiders in short order.
All except for one descending from the ceiling.
That one, in its stupidity, was lowering itself beneath the Barrier Kirien had created…….
“Oh no!”
Why did it do that? The Barrier had suddenly vanished. And the spider was lunging toward Kirien, whose eyes had gone blank.
“Kirien!”
“No!”
Artiela and Bailly cried out at the same moment.
And they threw themselves forward together. For the person most precious in the world.

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