Failed To Abandon the Villain

Chapter chapter 110

Reinhardt himself didn’t want to admit it. Valletta glanced at him as he acted like a child.

“……I don’t want to, Master. What’s wrong with you all of a sudden?”

“It’s a birdcage you’ve broken yourself. Let’s face it. We can’t survive on what we originally had now.”

“It’s only a special situation.”

“If you don’t know, you should find a book and learn how to act your age. This is not something we can do on our own.”

Reinhardt went silent at Valletta’s words, which were strangely feisty.

Boom!

A flash of lightning ran through the air again. The lightning magic seemed to belong to Ceylon.

Lesir began to surge from the perimeter again.

“So? What do you want, master?”

“My feet hurt, I have no energy, and I’m tired. I want to sleep.”

“…….”

“Let’s go home now.”

Reinhardt’s eyes opened wide. He immediately put more pressure on his folded hands. Valletta lowered her gaze.

‘Oh, you’re still holding it.’

If it’s like him to be stubborn and not let go, then it’s his job.

Reinhardt kept his mouth shut and glanced at Quilt. The magic stone on the tip of Quilt’s magic wand was flashing. It was evidence that he was ready to use it, only waiting for an order.

“Master, is that home?”

Valletta paused for a moment, finally realizing what she had said in response to his question. Reinhardt quickly opened his mouth again.

“How about as long as I don’t move out. You and I will be in my room.”

Valletta, her brows furrowed, replied bluntly.

“Yes.”

A thin breath exhaled from between Reinhardt’s lips as Valletta replied quietly, and he shrugged.

Reinhardt kept his gaze locked with Valletta’s, only his lips moving.

“Quilt, move, tower…..”

At that moment, Reinhardt wobbled heavily.

“Oh my, …….”

With a low voice that sounded troubled, he collapsed on Valletta like a slow screen. His forehead was hot as he collapsed with his face against her neck.

“Hey…”

Valletta hurriedly grabbed Reinhardt’s hand.

Reinhardt’s fingers were cold. Valletta opened her eyes wide, as if she had finally noticed something strange. Reinhardt had always had a higher body temperature than her. Now, however, he was colder than her, who had always had a low body temperature.

Reinhardt’s face turned strange when he saw Valletta’s blank face.

“Master…..did you think you could use the replication technique as well?”

Reinhardt’s voice, laced with laughter, became increasingly slurred. Valletta hurriedly extended her arm toward Reinhardt, who was slowly passing out.

“Oh…….”

Reinhardt’s voice was getting fainter and fainter.

Valletta held him tightly around the waist. He was still one head taller than her, and there was no way Valletta’s weak arms could hold him.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

With a low voice, Reinhardt closed his eyes. Valletta’s pupils dilated and shook violently, unable to get any larger.

Her face hardened as she watched Reinhardt lose consciousness and slipped from her grasp. She hurriedly sat down and put her hand on his forehead. His forehead was hot.

“Lord!”

Valletta, who had sat down on the ground with him so he wouldn’t fall, lowered her forehead. Her eyes sank coldly as she watched him bleeding with a blank face.

‘You never get tired of it, do you?’

‘Everyone has greed. I’ve been here long enough to experience it, so how could I not know? It didn’t matter where in the world we fought or who did something dirty, as long as it wasn’t my business. I thought it would be. That’s how it has always been. But what the hell…….’

‘Why do you touch us when we’re sitting still?’

If it was a sin to be born with the ability, it was up to them to use it to the best of their ability. And the reason why Reinhardt was like this was because he was holding back.

“Miss Valletta, it would be better to go back to the Magic Tower for now.”

“You can’t use healing magic, so it won’t help.”

She spoke in a low voice as she watched Quilt and Ceylon approach and take Reinhardt’s body.

“Jin.”

Jin, who had been hiding in Valletta’s robe, appeared.

“Kill all living and moving corpses.”

At the cold voice, Quilt and Ceylon’s eyes opened wide. Her voice, always so heartless, could not be this cold.

Jin pointed at Zenith, who kept getting up without dying even after being struck twice by lightning.

Valletta stood up, answered indifferently.

“Yes.”

“What are you worried about? You’re the wind. You can tear the whole body apart.”

The reply was in a voice as light as the wind. Jin looked very satisfied and flapped his wings wide as he grew his fist-sized body to its original size.

“Miss Valletta….”

“Yes.”

Valletta answered Ceylon’s call with the same voice as always. Her violet eyes were not as quiet as usual. Ceylon was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

Valletta lightly dug the wound on her hand that was created by the removal of Reinhardt’s blade. Red fresh blood came out of the wound again, which had stopped to some extent, and it cracked open. The fact that she was doing all of this with no expression made her look like someone else.

“Is this enough blood?”

Valletta clenched her fist and held it out, and the gently approaching wind drained enough blood from her palm enough to make a fist-sized ball.

Jin opened his mouth wide and put it in his mouth, then quickly flew up into the air.

“Try to keep a low profile.”

Jin glanced at Valletta then took off straight up into the sky. Jin disappeared at an invisible speed and soon disappeared into the dark clouds.

“You can leave when you’re done, Jin.”

Jin’s voice echoed in Valletta’s head, even though she couldn’t see him.

“I’ll call you again next time.”

And yet Jin didn’t add a word.

Boom!

There was a distant rumble of thunder. Valletta glanced at Reinhardt, who was held in Quilt’s arms, and approached them.

“Let’s go to the tower.”

“Yes.”

As soon as Ceylon took his magic wand and chanted a spell, a magic circle was formed on the side where he stepped in. Seeing that Lagris and Gillian were not coming this way, it seemed that they must have been stranded or had some unexpected accident.

Whoosh~

A dashing wind blew across her spine. Valletta’s lips were drawn with a slight even tip as she quickly realized what measures Jin had taken.

The sky had turned black, and from a distance a small tornado growing in size. The closer it got to the village, the more massive the tornado became, gradually increasing in size as it swallowed everything in its vicinity.

“That’s…..”

“…….”

Quilt and Ceylon’s eyes opened wide.

Creak!

The wind blew, and the old door, which could not be closed while running away, began to shake. The sound of scratching ears was loud, as if the oil had not been applied properly.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

The roof of the hut was blown off, and the trees quickly tumbled into the waste garbage less than the scraps of paper. When it began to swallow the entrance to the village, Valletta took a step toward Ceylon and Quilt.

“You’re not going?”

“Oh, no, I’m going.”

Ceylon glanced at Valletta’s face. Despite the huge typhoon looming in front of them, there was not the slightest change in her expression, despite its intimidation.

“Move.”

Using the magic power stored in his magic wand, Ceylon spat out the starting words, and in a flash, their view changed. In the blink of an eye, they were just below the sky island. The chilly wind completely disappeared.

Ceylon used his magic once more. When they reached the sky island, Valletta relaxed her tense body and looked at Reinhardt.

Reinhardt was still breathing heavily. Of course, the blood hadn’t stopped yet. The body temperature of his fingers felt even colder than before. Valletta’s expression hardened at this fact.

“Caspellius!”

Valletta, who had been staring at Reinhardt for a while, unusually raised her voice. At the same time, Caspellius appeared in front of her. It wasn’t only Caspellius who appeared. The wizards showed their faces as well, as if they had heard a fuss.

“Sokor?”

“Why is Lord of the Magic Tower lying down?

“What’s going on?”

“Isn’t that Sokor?”

Valletta’s face turned grim at the sound of rustling behind her. She glared at them and approached Caspellius.

“Move him into the room for a moment. And you can solve this too, right?”

She said, tugging on Caspellius’ wrist. Caspellius opened his eyes slightly wide at the touch of her coming to him without hesitation.

He cautiously brought his face close to Valletta’s neck and looked at the choker on her neck.

“If there is a seal, I must check it. However, if it is alchemy, I won’t be of much help.”

The voice was still the same, with a hint of iron in it. Valletta kept one hand on Reinhardt’s hand and on Caspellius’ scarred hand with the other.

Caspellius’ shoulders shook when the person he had expected to lift a finger a little, instead held his hand firmly. He looked at Valletta with another strange look and immediately hit the floor with the magic wand he always carried. The field of vision flipped again along with the magic circle.

“Put him here.”

“…… on the floor?”

“In case you’re wondering, right now, the floor is fine.”

Even though Quilt looked uncomfortable, he meekly lowered himself and laid Reinhardt down on the floor. At the same time, Valletta climbed on top of Reinhardt.

“Va, Valletta?”

Ceylon called her with a panicked expression.

Without any hesitation, she opened her legs and sat down along Reinhardt’s thighs and began to peel off Reinhardt’s robe.

“Lady Valletta, we will do it….”

“No. Is there any wizard among you who can use recovery magic? Or potions. Anything that can stop the blood?”

Even as she continued to shoot questions like a rapid-fire cannon, she didn’t stop her hands from undressing Reinhardt. As if she remembered something, she opened her bag and took out the sleeping Snorta from inside and carefully set it down. Then she searched through the bag and pulled out a small dagger that was well wrapped in the case.