The Villain Who Will Kill Me Is Too Handsome, It's Troublesome - Chapter 80

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Episode 80.
The demonic energy spreading across the floor toward the people grew increasingly unsettling.
“The mages can’t use their Mana—deal with these bastards first!”
The malice contained in that cry was ancient resentment.
A foolish revenge by those who’d forgotten the sins they’d committed; they seemed to think now was their chance while the mages were powerless.
Mages were supposed to be clever, but their judgment here was absolutely abysmal.
A Holy Maiden had come with them, yet they’d launched this reckless vendetta anyway.
“Perfect.”
Yusiel watched the Dark Mages for a moment, then immediately summoned another blue Holy Flame Arrow. She called out to the priests.
“I need the Purification Prayer, please!”
“Yes, Holy Maiden.”
Soon the solemn chanting of priests surrounded the area.
The demonic energy was pushed back by the prayer filled with Sacred Power.
Meanwhile, Lillian gathered the mages who’d been caught in the demonic onslaught and drew them into a circle of priests arranged on the ground.
“Everyone, don’t worry. We have the Holy Maiden with us.”
The mages drew breath in relief, their hands on their chests.
Even the Dark Mages had something they believed in.
“Divine one! Grant us the power to exact our revenge!”
Divine one.
It was obvious who they meant by that god. They’d dared charge forward recklessly even though so many priests were stationed here—they must have believed in that entity.
But unfortunately, that god seemed to have no intention of helping them. The scale of the demonic energy wasn’t growing any larger.
They too seemed panicked, casting glances at one another.
“Could it be… that the Divine One has abandoned us?”
“No! They love us!”
“Then why? We’ve given our very lives in loyal service!”
“It can’t be! They promised they’d help us with our revenge anytime!”
Idiots.
“You’ve got to trust someone worth trusting.”
Yusiel seized the opening without hesitation and drew back her bowstring. The arrow was made purely of Sacred Power.
Regrettably, the offensive power magic held was insufficient, but it was more than enough to condemn the Dark Mages.
“Shrieeeek!”
“It’s Edelion again!”
“Divine One, please, give us the strength to overcome them!”
“I offer my very soul! Please descend upon me!”
One of them threw his arms open and cried out. At the same moment, Yusiel’s skin crawled.
“No!”
Despicable creature.
The demonic energy spreading with explosive force wasn’t something those creatures could generate on their own. It was mixed with Bertia’s corrupted Sacred Power surrounding the Magic Tower—all manner of filth was about to pour forth.
Yusiel urgently fired an arrow skyward.
She also adapted the Sacred Artifact she’d received from Artiela. The Holy Flame Arrow burst at its apex, shooting light in all directions to form a barrier.
“Everyone, bow your heads!”
Then, from behind came a welcome voice—or rather, one she was going to scold.
“Ati!”
“Foul creatures, receive the judgment of the Divine!”
Artiela swung the Bardo. A Blade Aura infused with Holy Sword power flew straight at the Dark Mages.
“Aaaargh!”
Along with grotesque shrieks, the Dark Mages toppled one after another. The speed of the Blade Aura was so swift they couldn’t evade it.
And just before firing the Blade Aura at the last creature.
“Ta-da! The Holy Sword’s rightful owner has returned in complete form!”
Artiela swung the Bardo with all her might in her right hand.
“Ow!”
And struck herself on the back.
“We need them alive!”
Under the sharp sting of her elder sister’s hand, Artiela hastily twisted the direction of her Blade Aura to the side.
Simultaneously, Yusiel hurled a chain made of Sacred Power, snagging the creature by the throat.
“Priests, keep him from taking his own life!”
The priests approached while chanting. Since demonic energy and Sacred Power were opposing forces, as their numbers pressed down, the creature trembled as if seized by panic.
The priests bound it up with all manner of holy objects they’d brought.
Meanwhile, Artiela and Kirien were scolded by Yusiel.
“I told you not to follow me!”
“My right hand is completely healed now, I’m telling you.”
“What? No, how is that possible?”
Lillian seized her daughter’s hand from beside her. Artiela deliberately gripped Bardo and shook it to prove her point.
“How did this happen? How did it heal so suddenly?”
“Well, Kirien forced me to hold the Sacred Artifact.”
Artiela shot him a sidelong glance, but affection brimmed in her eyes.
“He made you do that? That… does that even make sense?”
Her mother, who knew her daughter well, wore an expression of profound skepticism.
“Um, well, I mean…”
Artiela’s ears flushed red. Sensing something amiss, Lillian leaned in with curiosity alight in her face.
“You’d better tell us the truth, my youngest.”
“It’s just—everyone got trapped in here, so Yusiel’s mana supply was cut off, right? And because of that, the Time Magic came undone! So we were in a rush, and that’s why it happened!”
She’d omitted the middle part, but what she said wasn’t untrue.
Though her mother seemed to have noticed the gap.
“Mm, our girl.”
“Ahem. In any case, her hand came back safely.”
It was a relief, but then again…
Lillian’s gaze turned toward Kirien. Sensing the pity and apology in her eyes, Kirien cleared his throat before speaking.
“My Sacred Power has grown somewhat in the meantime, so the petals have opened just a little wider. I believe we’ll soon be able to recharge the Sacred Artifact.”
“Thank you, Your Grace. Always putting my daughter first.”
“Not at all. I have received your kindness, so this is simply the least I can do.”
Lillian’s eyes were suffused with affection for her son-in-law. However had she raised such a man—both so pleasant to look at and so devoted?
“But how did you ever convince my daughter? She won’t listen to family, let alone anyone else.”
Kirien could only laugh awkwardly.
“Do tell. I’d like to use it myself when persuading that stubborn girl.”
“Cough, cough.”
“Ahem.”
Artiela and Kirien coughed simultaneously.
“Come now, shall we head back? This place is strange and unsettling.”
Artiela shuddered, her shoulders trembling.
The foul presence she’d sensed from her right hand seemed to permeate this entire place.
“Let’s go. We should hurry and leave.”
As Artiela urged the group forward, Kirien approached Yusiel.
“Saint. I’ve brought a Mirror.”
“Oh, how thoughtful. I was just about to need one.”
“You couldn’t locate the Magic Tower?”
“That’s right.”
“Would it not work to look through this?”
Yusiel nodded.
“Perhaps.”
The two examined various parts of the space through the Mirror. As expected, corrupted Sacred Power lay thick throughout the place.
And in the midst of it all—
“There’s a door.”
A closed door came into view. An ancient door that bore the marks of countless attempts to force it open.
And wrapped around it, an iron chain, with a lock hanging at its end. Both the keyhole size and the lock size seemed to match perfectly with Bertia’s key.
The black malice trapped beyond it must be his, then.
“There may come a time when we must open it.”
“Isn’t that when we judge the Source of Evil?”
“I cannot allow the efforts of a certain Holy Knight—who wished to protect both his son and the world—to be wasted.”
Kirien’s eyes widened at Yusiel’s smile.
“So work harder, Your Grace. When the time comes, you’ll be able to open it.”
“…I see. But was there nothing unusual? The Source of Evil must have grown stronger again because of me.”
He relayed what had happened with Peter.
Yusiel’s brow furrowed as she gazed at the lock.
Strangely quiet, though.
That she’d abandoned all the Dark Mages—and wasn’t it more convenient to keep them close if she’d need to use humans anyway? Of course, they had been prone to rampaging…
Something felt off.
“Yusiel! Why are you taking so long? The Saint isn’t pestering our kind Kirien, is she?”
Artiela’s spirited voice rang out.
After all that talk of His Grace, refusing the Purification Prayer—had her hand healing lifted her spirits a little?
“But the bud’s grown even larger? How did you strengthen your Sacred Power so quickly? Won’t you share the secret?”
The Saint would need to grow stronger as well.
“Hmm, I… I’m not entirely sure myself.”
Curious. She keeps hiding something, doesn’t she? I’ll have to look into it once we return. Whatever passed between those two while we were apart.
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The dark shadow stood atop the tower.
It bore a human form now, more distinct than ever before.
“Cough, cough.”
Blood poured continuously from his lips.
‘Penetrating into Edelion proved impossible after all, then.’
But it didn’t matter.
He had found it—the method and opportunity to switch places with Kirien without alerting the Holy Sword’s master.
He hadn’t anticipated it would appear like that. He still didn’t understand why. But it was of no consequence.
“Now I need to master it slowly.”
Kirien’s manner of speaking, his habits, everything.

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