The Villain Who Will Kill Me Is Too Handsome, It's Troublesome - Chapter 106

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Episode 106.
“What calamity do you desire?”
The Source of Evil gazed down at those who revered him with a bored expression.
“Anything that will drive the master of that land to despair. Only—leave no trace of my involvement.”
Following his instruction, his followers began whispering amongst themselves, quickly scheming. Evil required a certain cunning, and these devotees possessed it far more naturally than the Empire’s dark sorcerers.
Perhaps because they masqueraded as ordinary humans, as kingdoms’ administrators?
In truth, they were no different from the clergy of Edelion. They had revered the Source of Evil—whom they’d encountered centuries ago—as a god, worshipping him faithfully ever since.
He, too, was merely a creature forged by that god. A defective one, lacking omniscience or omnipotence.
‘The plan has utterly unraveled.’
“I love all that shines, but you do not.”
He had succeeded in creating Kirien—a radiant being destined to be loved by the Holy Sword’s master. After that, he’d intended to reunite the fractured soul.
To transform the beloved of the Holy Sword’s master into the Source of Evil itself.
What exquisite revenge that would have been.
How delicious it would have been to watch the noble Holy Sword’s master suffer, unable to abandon Kirien, desperately seeking salvation. And if she abandoned justice for love and fell into corruption alongside him—that too would have been splendid.
Either way, this lifetime promised such entertainment.
‘That wretch destroyed everything.’
Unaware of whose love he possessed, ungratefully obtaining divine power? And then using it to drive him away?
How dare he?
We were one.
Crack. The sound of grinding teeth startled the followers, and they flinched away, their eyes wide with fear. The reverence born of terror was exquisite nourishment for the Source of Evil.
In that instant, he observed the tremendous power surging through him with wonder. Black aura seeped from his form without any effort at all.
‘Yes, this was my true power all along.’
Through countless cycles of reincarnation, he had buried impurities that at last fell away. Human pity. Conscience. And love?
Those were mere side effects—born from his relentless belief that the god had truly ordained him to bring about the world’s destruction and chaos, from his zealous corruption of mortals. The more he dragged humans into ruin, the more his darkness had dimmed and diluted.
It had all been the god’s design.
No matter how hard he strived, he was fated to be the villain role—forever defeated by light.
“Ohhh, divine one! That power!”
He was not so foolish as to remain victimized.
And so parting with Kirien’s soul seemed not a curse but a blessing—a necessity.
“We honor you, divine one!”
“We honor you.”
When he erased the humanity that had clouded the accumulated malice built across reincarnations, the power at last revealed its true form.
A darkness that swallowed all light.
Even the candlelight the followers had kindled was drawn into his darkness.
“Yes, finally…….”
He had obtained strength. The power to challenge and overcome the petty god who created both light and darkness, yet favored only the light.
* * *
Kirien, returned to Edelion, sat face to face with Bertia—who wore Bailei’s form—in the Saint’s Office. It was Ushiel’s consideration.
“I thought you might have many questions for the Duke.”
“Thank you, Saint.”
“My gratitude.”
The two offered their respects to Ushiel in unison. Their manner was strikingly similar. It could hardly have been otherwise, given that Bertia had served as Kirien’s tutor all these years.
Artiela lingered beyond the doorway, observing the moment, then clenched her fists toward Kirien in encouragement.
‘You’ve got this! Go, go!’
Ushiel, catching Artiela’s display, shook his head and closed the door. As if despairing of her antics.
“She is truly endearing.”
“…….”
At Bertia’s praise, Kirien flushed with embarrassment.
“Isn’t she, Kirien?”
“Yes.”
Kirien could not meet Bertia’s eyes.
“Are you angry with me?”
“No, that is…….”
“Then you must have many questions for me.”
There were many. Yet so many unordered questions crowded his mind that he could not bring himself to speak.
“Are you still alive?”
Consequently, an unrefined question tumbled out.
Along with an accusing tone.
Bertia’s eyes, which had widened in brief surprise, soon dimmed with sorrow.
“If you speak of my body, it was devoured without a trace by a demon.”
The day Kirien was born.
Pouring every ounce of power into sealing only the fragment of the evil spirit in the Magic Tower, she was devoured. By a demon sent by the Source of Evil.
“My remaining Holy Power was supposed to be stolen by the Source of Evil in its corrupted state, and I should have fallen into Hell…….”
Bertia’s eyes grew dim.
“But I couldn’t bear to leave when you cried out so powerfully.”
Drawn by that cry, she awoke inside Bailei’s body. Bertia sent her to the Rupel household, but even she hadn’t foreseen how things would unfold.
“It must have been Divine Will.”
Had she been sent to that body sooner, she would have found Kirien faster. Then her son wouldn’t have endured such a painful childhood.
And her lover.
The man who thought himself abandoned wandered until he finally gathered his strength, married, and built a home. Though he lost his wife early and was raising the children alone.
Just as she’d expected—a faithful, gentle father to everyone.
“But your father recognized me right away.”
“Father did?”
Bertia smiled softly.
“He didn’t say it outright, but yes, I think he knew.”
She’d seen him weeping quietly at night, clutching the last letter she’d left behind.
“So he didn’t teach me the sword or horsemanship deeply, and never let me go to the temple.”
“He was afraid you’d walk the same path I did.”
“In the end, I walked it anyway.”
A smile played at the corners of Bertia’s mouth—so lovely, so utterly like Kirien’s.
“Yes, and because of that, you did far better than I ever imagined.”
Bertia took Kirien’s large hand. Though he’d only just begun to wield a sword, his hands were rough and hard from such devoted practice that she could barely sense where a sword-beginner’s hands should be.
Hands that had struggled so fiercely just to survive.
“Do you resent me?”
Kirien shook his head.
She was a mother who didn’t give up even knowing he was the Source of Evil. A woman who’d sacrificed everything to let him live as a human.
A woman who lived without so much as a hint of emotion, terrified the Source of Evil might discover something and cause trouble, even with her son right before her eyes.
How could he possibly resent her?
“Thank you, and…….”
Artiela had specifically asked him to say something first.
But the words wouldn’t come. He’d never said them to family before. He’d never expected to have someone to say them to again, so he’d never practiced.
“Thanks to you both, the greatest problems are resolved. Enough that I can trust and depart now.”
Kirien’s eyes widened, wet with sorrow.
* * *
“So she’s not really alive?”
Artiela was asking Ushiel the same question.
“Right, it seems her spirit was drawn into that person’s body.”
“Then, then what about Lady Bailei’s spirit?”
“It seems her spirit departed from the body long ago.”
Artiela tilted her head, uncertain whether this was fortunate or simply an ambiguous ending, when Ushiel let out a long sigh.
“A spirit and body that defied Divine Will…….”
“She’s not leaving, is she?”
Ushiel nodded slowly.
“I’m afraid so.”
“When?”
“Who knows? Since her spirit has fulfilled its desire, not much time remains, I’d guess. Her goal was likely to separate and protect the Duke from the Source of Evil…… Hey, where are you going?”
Artiela walked unsteadily, like a soul departing a body.
But before Artiela could even reach the door, it suddenly swung open. Artiela stared at Bertia in shock.
“Holy Knight Commander.”
“Yes? Oh, yes.”
At the solemn, commanding address, Artiela snapped to attention, straightening her posture.
Then Bertia spoke.
“I request a Holy Trial.”
“Mother!”
“Yes?”
“I am a sinner who brought the world to the brink of ruin. Judge me with the Bardo.”
Bertia’s gaze held no wavering.

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