I’ll Just Live as a Villain Chapter 26

Chapter 4. Go after the weak first. (4)

“Let’s get off first.”

The young man spoke politely, and I followed him down. The driver drove the carriage back to the back of the building.

I followed the figure with sharp eyes.

‘I guess they’re moving the slaves through the back door.’

A young man’s voice came from next to me.

“This way.”

As I headed toward the entrance the young man guided me to, I saw a high sign hanging next to it. A picture of a spoon placed on top of a bowl.

‘No way, here?’

rattle.

When the young man opened the door and entered, he saw various kinds of dishes filling the display case.

Several people were standing in front of the display stand, choosing dishes. It looked ordinary, no different from any other general store.

An old man was standing at the counter cleaning cups. Polished spoons were neatly placed next to him.

‘aha.’

It is truly a choice of industry that is faithful to its original purpose. Besides, that spoon was probably prepared for guests who came for a different purpose.

“Noah?”

The old man at the counter looked at the young man and raised his eyebrows. Blue eyes shone coldly behind the monocle.

“What’s going on? Who’s next to me?”

“Lord Moritz.”

A young man called Noah approached the old man. As he whispered something, the eyes of the old man, or Moritz, turned to me.

“Hmm.”

Moritz snorted and then looked away. And he listened to Noah’s whisper.

“…So, I had no choice but to bring you here.”

When Noah finished reporting and stepped back, he left the counter and approached me.

“I am truly sorry that the product had shortcomings. As the general manager, I apologize.”

Moritz bowed his head politely.

I don’t know what Noah reported, but his attitude was flawless. Indeed, I could feel the skill and experience of the general manager of this store.

“I will accept your apology.”

I responded in an arrogant manner. I was curious how the other side would react.

“…….”

Noah secretly twitched his eyebrows,

“Yes, thank you. Then, let me show you the new product.”

Moritz just retreated with a calm expression on his face.

Even though he was a pale young man, he seemed to have no emotional ups and downs at all.

‘indeed. ‘Does this have to be the case to run a slave trade?’

I nodded, hiding the laughter that was leaking out. Moritz still spoke in a very gentle tone.

“The product you mentioned is located further back. Please wait a moment.”

He returned to the counter, picked up the communication device, and made a call somewhere. And he gestured toward Noah.

“Noah. Guide the guests.”

“yes.”

I followed Noah, who was leading the way, and headed toward the inner door.

Just before the door opened, Moritz’s gaze passed behind me. It was a gaze that seemed as if it could cut a person down as sharply as a blade.

widely.

When the open door closed, even that gaze disappeared.

There was a light on the ceiling of the hallway with a very weak glow. Both sides of the narrow hallway were filled with dishes and cutlery.

“Please follow me.”

Noah’s tone became much more irreverent than before. He followed him without saying anything else.

After passing through a hallway where it wouldn’t be surprising if something were to jump out from either side, I reached the door at the end.

click.

Noah opened the door and gestured towards me.

“Please come in.”

It was a suspicious behavior to anyone and an obvious trick.

“Are there any slaves in here?”

“Yes. Let’s go in quickly.”

Noah answered my question shamelessly.

‘Hmm.’

I paused for a moment and summoned the power of Requiem. A black thread, visible only to my eyes, stretched out.

‘one.’

It was the number of creatures in this room.

‘Of course it is.’

The corners of the mouth drew a curved line.

It was too easy to see through Noah’s lie. But I didn’t bother to point that out.

“okay.”

I just willingly entered the room Noah pointed to. And the moment I take a step,

thud.

The door closed behind me.

Crash.

The latch is locked,

widely.

With the sound of a switch being turned on, a red light came on. A normal human would have frowned at the sudden brightness, but said, “Hmm.”

I quickly adapted to the light by just blinking a few times.

In the room, a man as big as a bear was standing behind him.

“Hmmmm~”

He was humming and wiping something. The tip of the huge halberd, which could not be hidden even by his large size, was visible.

‘The day is red.’

I wasn’t sure if it was the original color or if it was stained with something else.

‘Well, it doesn’t really matter either way.’

There were iron tools on the cart in front of him. Skewers, tongs, irons, hammers, awls, etc. gave off a dreary glow.

‘I guess it’s not for the purpose of treating humans.’

I assessed it calmly.

In fact, that was something Abel was more familiar with than anyone else. ‘That place’ in Ovest Castle is filled with more metal objects than me.

‘I’m probably not an expert in this area.’

Next to it were a bucket, a mop, and a mop. And most of them were tinged with a redder light than this light.

“You said you were showing a slave, what is this guy?”

When I asked,

“under!”

Outside, Noah snorted.

He was looking at me through the small hole at the top of the door. He shot back and chuckled.

“You still haven’t come to your senses. Are you having trouble understanding the situation?”

“what?”

“There are slaves here.”

Noah’s finger pointed straight at me.

“You, you bastard.”

After Noah spit out his words, he spoke to the man behind me.

“This is him, Bruno.”

The man called Bruno turned around with a huff.

There was a lot of stubble under his nose and on the side of his chin, and above that there was a scar across his cheek.

He lifted the halberd and placed it on his shoulder.

“Young men are always welcome.”

Noah smiled back.

“It’s a new product, so please take care of it. But it might be a little stiff.”

The tone of speech is without the slightest hesitation, as if it were being said to the person in question. This was due to the fact that I was certain that I would fall by Bruno’s hands.

“I think I need to beat it a lot to make it soft.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I like things stiff.”

Noah grinned from ear to ear at Bruno’s exciting answer.

“Then have fun.”

He lifted the lock firmly for the last time, released it, and then left.

‘Is this a door that locks from the outside again?’

I frowned when I saw the door.

I also don’t like this type of door.

“So, you’re dissatisfied with the product?”

Bruno approached, lightly flicking his halberd. Every time it moved, a dull sound rang out.

“Then you’ve come to the right place. I’m good at resolving people’s complaints.”

“Well, you don’t seem like a very kind person.”

When I responded in a twisted tone, his bushy beard twitched.

“I wonder how you did it? Want me to tell you?”

The sound of laughter that I didn’t want to hear and even the smile that was disgusting to see.

I didn’t want to face him for even one more second.

“No, that’s enough.”

He let out a cold sigh and stretched his arms. He recalled the image of the Requiem and focused his attention on his palm.

Chop rock.

The Requiem that suddenly appeared was wrapped in my hands.

The moment I grasped the handle of the sword, I felt a strong vibration. It was Requiem’s ​​struggle to somehow take control of my body.

However, at the same time as the feeling of the inside of the gauntlet heating up, Requiem became quiet again.

‘As expected, a guardian’s ability.’

I grinned and held my sword tightly.

“huh?”

The guy made a stupid noise. Its millet-like eyes were focused on the pitch-black sword that suddenly appeared.

“What is that?”

The moment he points his halberd at me,

fluttering.

My robes swelled and sank greatly,

Chang-grang, chang-gang.

The halberd he was holding fell to the floor. And then, the forearm that lost its owner fell.

“Ugh!”

The guy grabbed his severed arm and stepped back. Its eyes widened rapidly.

“Keueuuuuu.”

The guy looked at the end of his arm in disbelief.

From the neatly cut cross section, blood was not flowing as usual.

Chi profit.

Instead of the veins, muscles, and bones that should have been visible, black flames sizzled. It traveled upwards, slowly burning its forearm.

“W-What is this? Get off!”

It howled and waved its arms. But the black flame never fell from his arm or went out.

The guy’s forearm was scorched like a lifeless leaf. The once rich skin lost its luster, and the blood flowing beneath it dried up as if there was a drought.

“Kwaaah!”

The guy fell to his knees and struggled. Sharp pain, as if being pricked by a sharp awl, and hot pain as if boiling oil had been poured into a pot, was tormenting him.

The pitch-black void steadily swallowed up his vitality. And only after reaching his shoulder did he stop.

“Off…….”

The guy held his remaining arm and gasped. He was an old man whose arms were already dying. No, he was even older than that.

How many decades will an arm that has rotted away in a grave look like this? He will never be able to use this arm again.

“Ugh, uhhh. My, my arm. Where is my arm….”

The guy who was looking around frantically with a distorted face stopped. At the end of his gaze, there was a forearm lying on the floor.

“Well, what is that?”

No, it couldn’t be called a forearm anymore.

A lump of meat that has had all its vitality sucked out, leaving only skin and bones. The most terrible ending a life can reach remained there.

“Uh, uhh.”

The guy clicked his teeth together. The man’s face turned pale after witnessing an incomprehensible horror.

I turned my eyes away from Bruno, who was shaking, and slowly raised my right hand.

A black, shimmering sword was held in my hand.

‘Is this really the power of Requiem?’

The power that made Requiem infamous as the sword of death. That is, the ability to absorb all life force just by touching it.

It is truly an ability optimized for slaughter and solely for slaughter.

This ability, which is powerful even in the hands of an ordinary person, makes him an absolute and complete winner when in the hands of an excellent swordsman.

No one could beat Requiem in a one-on-one battle. How can you fight back when your life is taken away with just a passing glance?

Even the dragon, said to be the strongest creature on earth, is powerless in front of this sword.

‘Of course, it depends on the user.’

In any case, such a mere human being could easily be brought to his knees. No, he could play with him.

Rather, I was once again impressed by the sharpness of Requiem.

‘I can’t believe it was cut down in one go.’

The moment the sword was drawn, the arm moved so fluidly and efficiently. As if he had been sharpening his sword all his life for this moment, as naturally as water.

As a result, I cut off the guy’s arm with just my foot sword.

‘It’s so smooth.’

I was thrilled by that cutting sensation.

There was a clear sense of resistance when cutting off the limbs of the thugs with a dagger.

But just now,

‘It was like cutting pudding.’

Was this what it felt like when I cut the pudding for dessert this morning with a fork?

Even though they didn’t just cut out the flesh, they cut through the bones and completely cut off the arm.

That’s how powerful Requiem’s ​​cutting power was.

fantasy,