The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains Chapter 519

67. Lord of Icebobalt (12)

Rannon perked up his ears as he went down the stairs in pursuit of the scent.

Sounds of men and women talking. Blocked by multiple walls and doors, all that was transmitted to her was a buzzing vibration, but I could tell whose voice it was just by looking at its pitch and intensity.

‘The fifth floor.’

Rannon’s eyes sparkled under the mask. My steps got faster. Even so, it was as if the presence was still absent.

The two maids, who were walking up the stairs carrying their washed clothes, didn’t even notice the shadows passing by. Rannon used the blind spot where the light from the brass candlestick intersected as a stepping stone. It was impossible for ordinary people to notice her hidden existence.

When I reached the 5th floor and left the stair landing and entered the hallway, my nose twitched under the mask.

The servants who came and went could only smell the smell of beeswax candles, but Rannon could smell all kinds of smells in all directions of the hallway. Excluding the scent of honey and wood from melting beeswax, the strongest was the smell of alcohol, the most repulsive was the smell of rags mixed with water, and the weakest was the smell of human body.

It seems that someone recently broke a bottle of wine. Actually, the two rooms on the 5th floor were occupied by Heila and Atalanta, and the only thing they had in common was that they enjoyed drinking. Since this is where most of the alcohol that comes into the fiancée’s mansion is consumed, it wasn’t unusual that the smell of alcohol wafted through the corridors – even by Rannon’s standards.

Fortunately for Rannon, he didn’t have to focus his senses on this head-wrenching smell to find Jung-in. The distance was due to the sound of the conversation getting closer little by little.

As expected, the voice came from the room on the left side of the hallway. A room with a door covered with a curtain embroidered with red and white patterns. This is Atalanta’s room.

Suddenly, Rannon glanced at the antiquely carved birch door on the other side. This is Heila’s room. Perhaps she is handling the affairs of the territory at the permanent court or at the permanent court.

As Rannon was drinking honey tea, he heard that the pottery merchants from ‘Oros’ were causing trouble, so for the past few days, he couldn’t return to the mansion after midnight.

The sound of languorous laughter coming from beyond the curtained door made Rannon heartbroken.

He is suffering from troublesome chores all the time because he has to work with the servants, and Heila is working without days off as the manager of the entire territory of Bangbaekryung.

While Theodora was taking care of the council, she had been struggling with installing churches and dispatching priests in small settlements until recently.

Even Ellen, who was busy with her training and research and work at La Palais Palace, sometimes took time out to give magical advice to the battle mages of the estate.

So, here in the fiancée’s mansion, there was only one human being, Atalanta, who did nothing but idle around.

Rannon, who stood in front of Atalanta’s room for a while, climbed the wall silently at the sound of someone coming from behind. There was not enough space to hide in the hallway, which was hung with a lot of candlesticks. Concentrating her mind, she raised her mana.

shit.

The internal energy spread throughout the body circulates through the limbs. The black light armor ‘Find Skin’ that covered her whole body absorbed mana. Before long, Rannon’s form melted completely into the shadow as a wall.

It was a ‘spirit’ developed using the ‘Find Skin’, a treasure of the Three Swords Association – a so-called spiritual embodiment of darkness.

A middle-aged maid appeared from the other side of the hallway with an ignorant face. She knocked on the door through the veil with her usual gesture.

“come in.”

The voice of Atalanta that sounds like you’ve been waiting for it. The maid immediately opened the door.

Fully immersed in the shadows, Rannon slid down the wall, enveloped in a strange sensation of being submerged under deep water. No one noticed that an indeterminate shadow flowing across the floor seeped through the crack in the door.

“…what. What are you drinking at night?”

“Your Excellency Count.”

It was the two counts who greeted the maid who entered the room carrying a large basket. The maid quickly bowed her head toward her owner, Phoenix, who was standing by the window.

Atalanta, who was lying on the opposite side of the wide, low bed, gestured to the maid.

“I asked for it. Bring it this way.”

Phoenix was pulling up the thick curtain and tying it up. Then, when he found a bottle with a green decoration in the basket held by the maid, he burst out laughing.

“’Dia Bühlsruhe Fredicart’? You’re just robbing other people’s storage, aren’t you?” “I’m sorry. Are you and I left?”

“That’s not what I meant. Does Heila not say anything?”

“Your cousin isn’t that petty. It’s different from you.”

“under. Did you just call me cheebche?”

Caught between the two counts, the maid put the contents of the basket on the table with a calm face. Meanwhile, Rannon, who had sunk under the shadows, hid himself in a corner.

As the spiritualization of darkness is a skill that is difficult to maintain for a long time, her figure rose from the floor. However, her presence was almost completely erased, so she was able to hide herself in the huddled flower pots.

“Is it normal for an unemployed person who plays and eats all day to drink thirty silver coins like water? One bottle of that can buy three or four cows for farming.”

“I drank it like water, but someone said I drank it like water.”

“Who are you?”

Phoenix smiled mischievously and questioned the maid about Atalanta’s wine consumption. Knowing well that the two counts enjoyed a playful argument, the maid told the truth without a hint of embarrassment.

“Twenty bottles of the finest quality in one month? Hey, I was wondering which hole our territory finances were leaking through, and it was all here.”

“It’s not about being condescending with pennies.”

“Go out and say the same thing. Let me watch you get stoned.”

“Ph liljiaram.”

“…Does that mean you’re crazy?” “oh. how did you know?”

“Ugh.”

Atalanta’s living quarters were as wide as any banquet hall, with high ceilings and no walls, so it had a sense of openness. The thick carpets on the floor and the incense burner emitting subtle heat, decorated with string hanging from each pillar, seemed to have been carried over from the luxurious tents of the nudeins.

Thanks to this, the scene of Phoenix pulling back the thick curtains and opening the transparent glass window somehow looked unnatural.

“It’s already been a year since I went after the Nudes because of you,

can’t you understand that much?”

“That too.”

Atalanta smiled and raised her glass. After taking a few sips of wine and eating dried fruit, Rannon, who hid himself, clicked his tongue inwardly.

Having obtained Angst as her territory through the Blade Man War, she fled to Eisbovald just seven months after she started full-scale management of the territory. The responsibility as the leader of the nude people and the responsibility as the lord were thrown aside side by side.

Rannon still remembered the pitiful words that Atalanta, who appeared out of nowhere at Eisbobalt, cried at Jeongin.

‘It’s a prophecy, it’s a nation, and I’m sick of it all! I won’t do it, I won’t!’

When first encountered in Longville, Atalanta was a brave warrior who led a small clan called ‘Al Qadari’. At the time of the Blade Man War, he was a dignified war leader with numerous warriors and three clans.

When stability and peace finally came, Atalanta had nothing left but a extinguished passion and an exhausted mind and body. Having freed herself from Asun’s control by tearing the clan chief and six elders to death, she shook off all her duties and responsibilities from the moment she was born and became an unemployed scoundrel.

Whiing.

Phoenix opened another window and the wind blew in. In the late winter night air, Atalanta, dressed almost naked, shook her shoulders.

“Oh, it’s cold. What are you doing with all the windows open like that?” “There is no need to ventilate. Why do you leave the windows open when the sun is warm? How can I breathe if I don’t ventilate the room all day while lighting a fire in my room?”

“Sometimes I open the door toward the stairs, so it’s okay. And we originally live like this. In the winter, it’s best to hide inside a cozy tent.”

“Yeah, go to a cozy tent and talk like that. And if it’s really cold, cover it with a blanket.”

“I hate it, it’s frustrating.”

“Then what?”

“What? You come here.” Atalanta twisted her waist and flirted.

Among her many pastimes were horseback riding, dancing, and vigorous practice of spearmanship. Thanks to this, the young body was still maintaining the same health as when it was in the middle of the battlefield.

As Rannon, I don’t want to admit it, but it was even more beautiful. Perhaps thanks to the effort she put into grooming for more than three or four hours a day, her exposed skin overflowed with shine and fragrance.

Phoenix quietly shut his mouth. The muscles in his chin twitched to resist the urge, but for a moment he took a short deep breath and sat down on the bed.

Atalanta frowned.

“hey. No outerwear here.”

“Wait a minute- let’s talk about work.”

“Talk about hail. But that doesn’t mean you have to wear pants to talk about it, right?”

“…Uhhh, this burner…

“Euhhhhhh.”

In place of Atalante, who is busy groping Phoenix’s ass with a languid smile, the ones ruling the Angst region are the high-ranking warriors under her command – the ‘Hares Keith’, the Royal Guard, and the ‘Syrid Keith’, the Officer Order. They were the elders of each clan.

“The atmosphere in your manor is strange these days. I’m afraid I’ll have to move slowly, but I’m afraid I’ll get caught in the angst.”

“Um huh?”

“uh. I was worried that the number of nude people was too much to handle, but since you were away too, they split up among themselves and it’s a very bloody mess-Ai, leave your hands still.”

“Nude things are originally like that. If you are poor, fight because you are poor; if you are rich, fight because you are rich.”

“Hey, stop.”

“Is a nation divided into five sects and hundreds of clans for no reason? Division is nature to them. Holding a prosperous city in a fertile land will not make that nature disappear.”

While muttering in a light yet cold tone, bright amber eyes were looking up at Phoenix.

“…but still. It doesn’t matter if they do it with each other, but the problem leaks out.”

“how?”

“I heard that in the city, they always kill people and hang their bodies. It’s not a den of thieves… Sailors don’t want to come out of the pier because they’re scared.”

“The sailors are short-tempered.”

“That’s not all. I don’t know if there was a poppy field or not, but there was a lot of opium. Even a few days ago, it came to Eisbobalt here, but if it wasn’t for Deo Zen, I couldn’t even use my hands, and Phoy Nix’s chin lifted from the gentle movements and kisses. Atalanta smiled slightly and raised her mana.

OO ‘ – – – Q .

Long, voluminous hair dyed in a mysterious ash purple with a mixture of gray and purple. Void spears rose slowly from the cervical vertebrae below. The six purple spears gently waved and reached Phoenix without a hint of life or warning.

The two counts focused their senses on each other, unaware that the reddened eyes that hid their excited breathing were watching them.

“Hey yet. The talk isn’t over yet.”

“Yeah I know. continue.”

“It’s not the time to act like everyone else. Atalanta. If you do this, you’ve grown enough, so now slowly-”

“Nix.”

Atalanta said without a smile as her dim purple eyes lit up.

“I lived as a slave for 24 years. 24 years.”

“…I know what you mean. But your subordinates, or the Nudans, need you.”

“I did enough. And if there is a nation that will go wrong without a single woman, it would be better for that other tribe to perish.”

“Hey then, what about Angst?”

“Do whatever you want. You can easily solve it.”

There was a basis for Atalanta’s assertion.

Among the nudes who followed her, Phoenix was known as ‘Hunapi’ – literally translated as ‘male master’. It wasn’t just a title, it was to regard him as the de facto Atalanta’s husband and agent.

“hey. Then, in the end, you will play and eat until the end-”

Phoenix, who had been talking like a joke, swallowed the end of his words again. However, this time Atalanta was not in a position to intercept the horse.

While Phoenix was distracted by the soft lips, wet tongue, and warm breath, purple spears wriggled and wrapped around his limbs. In his mind, he wanted to struggle and break the bonds, but in the end he gave up resisting.

Contrary to the seemingly fine appearance, the current Atalanta was far from normal.

She has lived her life under oppression, and has toiled her mind to deal with the powers of the Arcane and the Void. It’s strange if it doesn’t break anywhere.

The complete cooling off of enthusiasm or desire was only a side issue.

After some observation and conversation, Phoenix got a vague understanding of her condition. He was able to realize belatedly that Atalanta’s leaving his territory intact was close to a miracle.

Z Z JX O U – O 9 o .

The spears of the void containing Atalanta’s extended mind vibrated finely and made strange noises.

As confirmed numerous times during the battle, whenever those purple spears were damaged, Atalanta would tremble in terrible pain.

If Phoenix were to tear off the purple spears wrapped around both wrists and ankles now, there was a high possibility that it would be a direct blow to the fragile mind like a cracked glass. Even though she clearly understood this situation, Phoenix, who was bound to the bed, let out a sigh without realizing it as the two remaining tentacles wrapped around her neck and waist.

“…I’m going crazy, really.”

To Rannon, it was like a spider attacking its prey caught in a web.

As a result, as always, Rannon’s surprise attack was successful.