I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

Chapter 47 (2)

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That vampiric fairy in Agellan.

Maybe, did she follow me?

It was speculation, but it wasnt entirely implausible.

Just to be safe, I shouldnt go outside for a while.

Ian nodded his head, recalling the enduring setting of vampires in this world.

However, if she had really followed him, he had to be careful once he left Agellan.

Your expression is too serious. Is that person really that dangerous? A demon?

No, its nothing. Just from today on, sleep with the windows closed.

Picking up the fork again, Ian added,

If someone asks you if anyone can enter from outside, dont answer.

Miguels puzzled face crumpled over time.

Isnt that really dangerous? What is it? What is it?

You dont need to know.

Without retorting, Ian resumed eating his meat.

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Ah

Ian woke up from meditation.

His mind was clear, and his body felt considerably lighter.

Meditation wasnt just effective for magical power; it also aided in healing injuries.

As he moved his body around, he eventually looked at his arm.

The small relaxation had left scars all over his arms and legs that wouldnt fade.

Of course, the fact that he had recovered this much in just over a week showed his extraordinary healing ability.

An ordinary person would have needed several months of recuperation. Even if there were permanent disabilities, it wouldnt have been surprising given the severity of the injuries.

Perhaps next time, it might actually turn out that way.

Ians gaze grew somber. He had reflected on a similar issue before.

The more times things went according to plan and the more he successfully adapted to variables, the more he became arrogant.

He had always kept the variables in mind. He needed to, before finding himself in a truly irreversible situation.

Of course, if he could predict every possible variable, that wouldnt have been a problem. But he wasnt that clever.

A dilettantes dilemma, to be clever to a certain extent.

Ian meticulously checked his body while clenching and unclenching his fist.

The pressure from the Kings proposal was gradually becoming difficult to ignore.

For now, he was using his recovery as an excuse to resist, but it was only a matter of time before it became apparent that he had no intention of complying.

If it were the narrow-minded and foolish Arvin II, it wouldnt have been strange even if he tried to take away the rewards he had bestowed.

In that case, Ill have to rebel helplessly. The city will probably end up a mess

He wasnt hoping for a beautiful farewell, but he did want to avoid situations becoming bothersome and messy. It would probably be neater to just leave quietly in the middle of the night.

Ians mind naturally turned to Belronde. The neighboring kingdom that would engage in war with Agellan.

It was another neighboring village, but it was a gateway that had to be passed through to venture into the wider world, whether north or east. The border checks probably werent too strict yet, so he would be able to move freely.

After tidying up the remaining loose ends

As he was thinking that, there was a knock on the door.

Ian, can I get a moment?

Maeves voice followed.

What could be happening at this late hour? Ian opened the door.

Did you not get enough from todays sparring?

Ian had used his rehabilitation as an excuse to spar with Maeve almost every day. It wasnt that he was worried about her, but rather for his own sake.

He felt his sword skills improving significantly as he followed her.

He wanted to learn more before they parted ways.

Of course, Maeve didnt decline either. Her recovery was even more remarkable than Ians. She had obviously suffered more severe injuries, yet her recovery surpassed his.

Ian had never won a single spar against her. Neither in skill nor in strength.

Her body blessed by the gods seemed to be fundamentally different from that of a regular human.

Nonetheless, Maeve seemed to enjoy their sparring. It was the only time of day she would smile. It was the only time she would openly point out his weaknesses or make comforting jokes, mixing them with jabs of concern.

Its not for sparring, of course.

Mev, who has been eyeing Ians bare upper body, turned her gaze away slightly and continued.

Um its well

Maeves lips fluttered a few times, a mix of hesitation and apology in her eyes. Ian easily sensed that she had something to ask again, despite the many times he had helped her before. Bringing up the topic seemed to make her feel quite uneasy.

If I leave her alone, shell just disappear.

With a smirk, Ian finally said.

Just go ahead and say it.

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Maeve met his gaze, and he shrugged his shoulders.

Either way, whether I accept or not, Im the one wholl decide. Ill refuse any impossible request like asking me to entrust the remaining people to you. Just say it.

Yeah, thats true.

Maeve cleared her throat awkwardly and looked at Ian cautiously.

Ian, have you already decided on your next destination?

There were several topics they never asked or mentioned. Like how Ian was able to use blue magic. Like their impending parting. Maeve had never asked when or where Ian would leave. Talking about it wouldnt change anything.

Although he had been thinking that just moments ago, Ian shook his head.

Not yet. Im still considering.

Thats good. Then Do you know about the Temple of Furnace?

The one in the north?

Yes.

Ive heard of it. Its where the priests serving Luente live, and its also where the mad blacksmiths reside.

He had visited it in the game, but he hadnt really mentioned it before. It wasnt necessary.

Maeve nodded as if satisfied with his answer, and eventually turned her gaze back to Ian.

Can you take Lucia to that place?

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Ians eyebrows slightly furrowed.

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