The Villain Who Will Kill Me Is Too Handsome, It's Troublesome - Chapter 82

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Episode 82.
A malevolent aura—whether Demonic Energy or Aura, none could say—swirled around the Black Mage, forming a sphere of pure darkness.
The black force strained outward as if desperate to burst free, but this underground chamber lay directly beneath the heart of Edelion itself.
The Restraint Artifact, forged from Divine Power, held the wicked aura in check. Because of it, the sphere expanded and contracted in endless cycles, never quite breaking loose.
For the priests and priestesses gathered there, it was terror incarnate.
None had ever faced such malice directly before.
“Everyone, stay calm. This is our domain!”
At Yusiel’s words, the priests steadied themselves and began chanting the Purification Prayer, their hands moving faster as they traced holy symbols.
“Wait—when you captured him, you didn’t search his body?”
While they worked, Artiela drew the Bardo and slipped past the glass partition, moving inward.
“We did! There was nothing!”
“It looks like it’s been carved into his skin—like a tattoo!”
Kirien cried out, peering through the Mirror of Truth.
“In other words, there’s no redemption for him?”
If the spell formula was etched into his very flesh, there was no way to remove it separately.
Having lived as a Black Mage and committed countless horrors, he deserved no mercy. Artiela moved swiftly, determined to eliminate him before he grew any stronger.
Then the Black Mage lifted his head.
‘When did his face…’
“Hello, Holy Sword’s master?”
The Source of Evil greeted Artiela warmly, even as his body remained bound in chains.
“And Kirien?”
He called out to Kirien, who stood further back.
…….
Kirien’s eyes went wide with shock.
The Black Mage’s face had become identical to his own—completely indistinguishable, save for the aura he radiated and the clothes he wore.
“My, your Divine Power has grown even stronger? Have you and the Holy Sword’s master been expressing your love rather… passionately?”
‘How does he know that?’
The rumors had spread from the Temple itself to the ears of this villain.
“Your happiness rings so loudly it echoes all the way to the Mage Tower.”
The Source of Evil chuckled darkly.
“But should you really be allowed to be happy?”
The Source of Evil held his head high, unmoved by the Purification Prayers around him. His movements were threatening—as if he might snap the chains binding him at any moment.
“Why hide it? You accept me into yourself every night. Because of your desire to claim the Holy Sword’s master, isn’t it?”
Confusion flooded across Kirien’s face.
“What if you can’t have her? Will you try to strangle her throat again, like last time?”
“I would never do such a thing to Artiela…….”
“Oh no? Really? Kekeke.”
‘That madman.’
He was blurting out everything Artiela had kept hidden to spare Kirien shock. Worse still, even Yusiel didn’t know about this!
She couldn’t let that mouth run any longer. Artiela wrapped the Bardo in a pale green Aura and rushed forward.
“Stop spewing garbage and just vanish!”
Damn it—was he now storing Kirien’s negative emotions over time, then releasing them all at once? No matter how she thought about it, Kirien had only ever lost emotional control when facing the Emperor!
If this kept up, he could be collecting those emotions, building them into a catastrophic release later.
‘Evolving for no reason—this is madness!’
Artiela swung the Bardo forward.
But simultaneously, he shattered the Restraint Artifact clamped around his right wrist. Artiela’s Sword Aura collided directly with the Divine Power-infused Restraint Artifact and scattered into fragments.
“Artiela, duck your head.”
This time came the Blue Holy Fire Arrow. It was absorbed by the left Restraint Artifact, becoming the strongest version yet. The lock mechanism shattered, making it impossible to reuse—but it had done its job.
Kirien stood in the background, staring blankly ahead.
The shock ran deep. The fact that he’d strangled Artiela’s throat. The fact that he’d been moving under the creature’s control without knowing it.
Perhaps…
All those times he’d blanked out and inexplicably pulled Artiela into his arms, or treated her with disrespect—perhaps those had all been the monster’s doing?
“Stop breaking it! These are expensive Magical Tools you’re destroying!”
“Oh? Then you want me to turn it to powder?”
“You rotten bastard!”
In his eyes, Artiela clashed with the Source of Evil, trading blow for blow.
This was sacred ground. A Holy Saint stood nearby.
Yet the Source of Evil toyed with both of them—all because of how Kirien had lost emotional control yesterday, after seeing Peter.
‘It’s my fault…….’
No. Kirien shook his head forcefully.
There I go again with negative thoughts. I promised Artiela. I swore I wouldn’t strengthen that monster by harboring such dark thinking.
Look—my jealousy is already putting Artiela in danger.
Kirien forced his mind to work. What could he actually do? It was too late for positive thoughts now.
The only thing he was any good at was using the Mirror of Truth to uncover an opponent’s essence and weaknesses. And he possessed Divine Power stronger than Artiela’s.
The creature grew irritated by the priestesses’ prayers when facing the sisters, but it showed no real interest in him—because it knew he had nothing to offer. That had to be it, didn’t it?
‘Divine Power is a miraculous force,’ he’d been told.
Kirien fixed his gaze on the monster, now on the verge of shattering the Restraint Artifact binding its feet.
Either way, this was an enemy he had to defeat. So he had to overcome it himself. He couldn’t leave everything to the priestess and Artiela forever.
Just as he always did when trouble arose—he had to bear the responsibility.
Once his resolve was set, Kirien did exactly what Artiela had taught him.
“Ati! Watch out!”
He seized the moment when the creature unleashed its concentrated Demonic Energy at Artiela and the priestess.
He gathered both his mother’s Aura and his own Divine Power into his hands, then charged toward the monster’s abdomen—toward the black magic inscribed there that he’d glimpsed in the mirror.
“Kirien!”
“Vanish, you vile demon.
The shadow in my heart.
And I will save the one who brought light to that darkness.”
“Ha! You again!”
The Black Mage raised an arm drenched in Demonic Energy.
But Kirien’s surge of power was faster.
“Kraaaaahhh!”
The spell formulas inscribed on the Black Mage’s body melted away beneath Kirien’s Divine Power. In the same instant, Artiela’s blade pierced through its heart.
“Be gone! Disappear! Because I won’t become something like you! Stop tormenting me and vanish!”
Kirien wailed like a child. Then, having poured every ounce of strength from his body, he collapsed where he stood.
“Kirien!”
Artiela’s voice reached him as though from a great distance.
Still, Kirien managed a small smile.
For the first time, he had driven back the source of evil with his own strength and his own hands.
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Was this a dream?
His eyelids were so heavy he couldn’t quite open them, but from beside him came a sweet voice chattering away without pause.
“Hush, Yusiel, keep quiet, would you? Our lord is exhausted and resting—you’re in the way.”
“Then tell me! Why didn’t you say anything? That his throat was being strangled.”
“I didn’t hide it on purpose!”
“Then what?”
The priestess was angry again. At this rate, poor Artiela’s back would pay the price. Still, whenever he stepped in, she always relented.
So he needed to wake up soon.
His body wouldn’t move. It was like that time when the Fever Plague swept through the Duke’s House and his youngest sibling died.
He’d fallen ill then too. He’d had dreams then as well—of his mother placing a damp cloth on his forehead.
Now it was Artiela carefully wiping away his cold sweat.
“I was afraid that if something like what you saw in the vision came to pass, you might push his lordship away.”
“You really are…”
“It wasn’t his lordship’s will, and nothing like that has happened since.”
He heard Artiela taking her sister’s side.
“You could have died, you know. Did you really think you could change a fate shown by the Sacred Tree so easily?”
“But I did change it.”
“I did! You’re more important to me than his lordship!”
The kind priestess raised her voice in an outburst.
“Shouldn’t a priestess know better than to raise her voice like that?”
Even Artiela, usually so cheerful, grew sharp-tongued. The sisters were quarreling. This time it wasn’t playful.
All because of him. Those sisters who got along so well.
He had to stop this. Kirien forced his eyes open.
“Ati, priestess.”
“Kirien! You’re awake?”
“Please, stop fighting.”
“Of course, it’s nothing. Don’t trouble yourself.”
“I’ll leave Ati’s side.”
Yes, that’s what had to happen. Only then could he protect the people he loved. Tears spilled from Kirien’s eyes again.
A moment of silence fell over the room.
“Ati, I think we need to tie your boyfriend down.”
Surprisingly, the Saint opposed their separation.

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