I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

Chapter 53 (1)

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As their eyes met, he made a pathetic expression as if he couldnt help it.

He must have been quite flustered to have his name called out.

While Ian moistened his lips.

Anyway, we already knew what you guys looked like. A handsome man with black hair and eyes with a hint of blue. One has a beard and scars on his face. The most important young lady has red hair and green eyes. Its exactly like you guys.

The leader added as if to comfort them.

As his eyes met Ians again, he smiled lightly.

So you better just come with us quietly. If you really arent them, well just confirm and let you go.

You want me to go with you?

Ians eyes darkened.

The leader clicked his tongue.

You have good eyes. But dont do anything reckless. As you can see, we are confident in our marksmanship. Also

He lowered his voice as if revealing a great secret.

We only need to capture that little young lady alive. Catching you two as well means therell be additional rewards, but even without that, theres still a hefty sum.

Ah, is that so?

Ian nodded his head and added.

Then shoot me. Ill start moving now.

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The leaders brows furrowed thinking

Whats with that confident look?

Ian moved his arm as if to show off.

As his robes opened slightly, the Sword of Condemnation inside was revealed.

Ian placed his hand on the hilt.

The leaders eyebrows finally wrinkled.

This crazy bastard! Just shoot him!

Almost simultaneously, crossbow bolts were fired towards Ian and Miguel.

As their leader had said, their marksmanship was excellent.

Their timing and aim were almost perfect.

But foolishly, it was precisely that excellent skill that became poison now.

Whoosh-!

The wind curtain that surrounded them in an instant scattered all the bolts in a breath.

Ian, who had intended to deflect only one, took the chance to take off his robe and leapt forward as it was.

The Sword of Condemnation that was pulled out plunged straight towards a man who hadnt even realized what was happening yet.

Crack!

Ugh!

The man whose head was sliced from his crown to his neck rolled his eyes back and fell backwards.

Brain fluid and blood dripping.

Ians left hand, which landed perfectly on the saddle, lashed out like a whip.

Bang!

Following his movement, the wind spread, and the head of another man further away was bent back as if it had been flung away.

A dagger was deeply embedded in the middle of his now fallen face.

This crazy!

Just as the leader was beginning to realize the situation with a gasp.

Ian had already jumped up and charged out of the saddle.

Swish-!

Another man was diagonally sliced from his neck to the opposite side of his flank.

His severed upper body spewed blood and filth as it fell.

His lower half was still on the horse.

Ian rolled on the ground and landed.

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The leader saw red.

It was by no means easy to bisect a person with a single stroke of the sword.

One had to either have great strength, consummate skills, or at least a famed sword that could be called a masterpiece.

Which one was the right answer was something no one other than Ian himself would know.

What was important was that three of his men had died in the blink of an eye.

This f*cker!

Finally coming to his senses, the last man tossed his crossbow and drew his sword.

Ian, who had already taken his stance, threw a dagger at the man.

Perhaps not a complete fool, the man twisted his body to dodge the flying dagger.

But that meant he couldnt block Ians leap that followed after.

Jumping higher than the saddle, Ian swung his sword down.

The mercenary raised his sword to brush away Ians blow in a counterattack response.

Crack-

Until his sword completely broke, that was.

The Sword of Condemnation sank deeply into the mans shoulder.

Argh!

A scream. Ian, who had landed with his weight on the man, pulled out the embedded sword to prepare a finishing blow.

It was then that the leader charged right up next to him.

He had intended to attack Ian from behind while he was killing his subordinate.

Whoosh-!

Raising his sword, he froze right there from a piercing pain that stemmed from his back.

It was the bolt Miguel had fired that had pierced through his back.

Gah!

Swaying, he fell off his horse with a suppressed moan. His horse bolted off shamelessly, leaving him behind.

Thud.

And there, Ian landed in front of him.

The fallen leader looked up at his emotionless gaze.

Crawling on the floor, the leader spoke.

Spare me spare my life

Ian crouched down in front of him.

Stab. The sword pierced near the leaders face.

Blood and fat trickled down the blade.

The same flat voice followed.

Who issued the wanted order? The Empires merchants?

The The Empire? I dont know what youre talking about I only heard it from someone else but it wasnt them. It was Agellans Knights, I heard.

Despite his agony, the leader answered obediently.

Ian narrowed his eyes.

If they were people from Agellan, you would have known that you guys alone wouldnt have been able to capture us with just an order to apprehend. Did they really issue an order to capture us alive?

Actually, there were rewards just for providing information on your location as well. Capturing you alive had even greater rewards Oh, I see now.

A strange realization flashed across the previously coherent leaders face.

He looked at Ian and smiled bitterly.

I was wrong from the start. Thats why I tried to extract information.

Well, no one can survive getting their guts pierced through and live.

Ian calmly replied as he stood up.

Coughing up blood mixed phlegm, the leader soon mumbled.

Dont think this is the end We have Many comrades Your names are already Well known in Belronde

His voice grew weaker.

Translator; ippo

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