I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

Chapter 31 (2)

Chapter 31 (2)

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Ian retrieved the sword.

Shell come find us eventually. Just like she declared.

What the heck was that? She didnt seem like an ordinary fairy.

Of course, shes not your typical fairy. That girl is a vampire.

She drinks blood? A fairy? Is that even possible?

The world itself is full of unbelievable things, Philip.

Ian remembered the rumors about blood-sucking fairies.

He had encountered Tesia in a different region in the game, so he assumed that foreign rumors had made their way here.

Who would have thought shed be hiding in this little village? Well, besides the Empire, there were only a limited number of places where creatures or demons could hide.

It seemed more rational to think that each of the outer kingdoms had a handful of corrupted beings like Agellan.

Then we let loose such a huge monster.

Even if we hadnt, it would have found a way to escape somehow. Being captured by these worthless mercenaries in the first place was probably because it was daytime.

Ian glanced around.

They are just a bunch of thugs transporting it for side jobs. Theres no way they would have returned to Russard safely.

Um I do feel somewhat relieved thinking that way.

Philip mumbled hesitantly, his gaze fixed on the darkness.

Ian shrugged.

Its better to keep thinking that way. You need some peace of mind, even if its just in your heart.

Does that mean these kinds of things will keep happening?

Why wouldnt they?

Ugh Lou Sola

Philip sighed as he closed his eyes.

It was when he wiped his face with his palm that Ian picked up a new dagger from among the corpses.

Holding the handle of the sealed box, he said.

Bring the horses. Were moving.

Right now?

You want to wait until those blood-smelling guys swarm us?

Philips sigh deepened.

That meant theyd have to walk until dawn if they wanted to get away from here.

Finally, he turned away after wiping his face with the back of his hand.

In the meantime, Ian pushed the sealed box into his pocket of space, checked his equipment, and then mounted his horse.

The wandering mercenary and his companion moved away into the darkness.

The tranquility of the cold, lifeless bodies and the occasional crackling of the campfire lasted only a moment.

Beyond the darkness, small and large points of light began to flicker.

Agellans cleaners, who smelled of blood, were approaching.

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Ippotranslation

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Orundel looked like a ragged, energetic city.

The impromptu inner city built on a hill by expanding the ancient fairy fortress stood jaggedly, with residents dwellings scattered inside and outside the outer walls.

The makeshift huts for immigrants were irregularly interconnected beyond the wooden post fences.

There wasnt much unity, but the citys size rivaled that of Agellan.

Even the inn located in Plankton Village boasted a size that matched it.

What was originally a space for immigrants without homes had now become the headquarters of the gathered mercenaries, drawn together by the scent of money.

In the midst of the bustling crowd, where todays earnings were being poured out vigorously.

Kiiing-

The inn door opened noisily.

Two men entered the hall.

Those who were drinking turned their gazes to them one by one.

Because they were unfamiliar faces.

The freckled young man at the front looked quite young, but his eyes held a fishy glint, as if to prove that he had undergone a tough journey.

The man with black eyes behind him looked casual, but the sharp air unique to a seasoned mercenary hung about him.

Between the mercenaries, some glanced at his leather armor and the sword at his waist.

The inner seats seem good, right, Sir?

Philip whispered to Ian, stepping forward.

As he followed him without a care, Ian said.

Do we really have to sit in the corner?

Dont you think its better to not be targeted in a fight? Do you not remember the time when I almost died? It was because of that.

His tone sounded matter-of-fact.

Philips confident steepness, as he scanned the room, led to a mumble from Ian.

The two sat across from each other at a small table in the corner.

What can I get you?

While everyone was caught up in the spectacle, they were approached by a waitress with a grim expression.

With a half-smile that reflected his lack of enthusiasm, Ian asked.

What can we have?

Theres nothing good, but if you want something edible, sausages are probably your best bet. If you order bread, you have to get stew with it, or else you wont be able to swallow it.

Then, well have all of those.

The waitress, who was holding their gaze, turned around quickly. Seeing her back, Philip whispered.

So, whats the plan now?

Why do you keep whispering?

People might hear.

Its fine even if they do. In fact, you need to be carefree so you wont be too conscious.

I learned something new again.

Its always something new every time.

Ian smiled subtly, observing the hall.

There were more mercenaries than he had expected.

In fact, it seemed like almost all of them.

Stay a few days and get a feel for the atmosphere. And of course, make some money while youre at it.

Are you suggesting that we blend in?

Coming suddenly and asking about missing soldiers could raise suspicions.

While Ian answered indifferently, the waitress came back with a plate.

The food was placed on the table.

Taking a bite and nodding, Ian ate the sausage.

It is really not that bad.

Believe me. Anything else is worse.

Hearing the waitresss resigned words, Ian took out a silver coin from his pocket.

Perhaps she hadnt expected to receive such a big tip, the waitress eyes widened.

Ian continued speaking.

Youve got a lot on your plate. How can I get a good request?

In case anyone noticed, the waitress who quickly took the silver coin into her pocket, lowered her voice.

If you get a big one right away, there will be a conflict. Even though it seems casual here, there are rules of its own. Unless its a job dangerous enough to deter anyone else from taking it, starting with small tasks is the way to go.

Advice with as much loyalty as you received.

Ian replied, grinning.

Im in luck. What I wanted was exactly that kind of dangerous mission.

Translator; ippo

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