Failed To Abandon the Villain - Chapter 34

 

It was late in the evening when Valletta woke up again.

 

It was then that her injured hand caught her eye. She slowly rose from her seat and took a step forward. Fortunately for her, the wound was not big and it did not get infected. She was cut quite deep, but the moderate pain kept her on her toes so it wasn’t too bad.

 

‘It’s still quite a while until midnight.’

 

Valletta sighed.

 

To be confined in this room would be a shame. The child got tired of playing, and fell asleep along with a book that was laying face down on his bed. As she got closer and looked at him, the title of the book caught her eye.

 

Valletta held back a smirk as she read the book’s crude title, [The Doctrine and the Origin of God].

 

If one would look closely, the bookshelf is full of books related to theology.

 

Valletta scratched the back of her head, embarrassed. Although she doesn’t have much knowledge about a child’s learning, this book seemed too difficult for a child to read.

 

Seeing that a few pages of the books were turned, it appeared that the child made quite an effort to read.

 

She placed the book on the table, propped up her chin and slowly read it. For a child, she was not sure, however, it seemed to be a good way to spend her time.

 

She curiously opened the book.

 

‘…It’s not fun.’

 

And in less than ten minutes she closed the book with a disappointed expression on her face.

 

She read the words that caught her eyes over and over again, but that was it.

 

The doctrine and origin of God… She does not believe in God, so it was a very bad choice for her to pick.

 

‘What should I do until midnight?’

 

There was nothing to do. It’s already evening and she doesn’t feel like going to the market. As she pondered over her thoughts, she sighed deeply and opened the book again.

 

Twenty minutes before midnight, Therion woke up. As if he felt Valletta’s gaze on him, Therion raised his head to meet her eyes, then bowed his head again in surprise.

 

“Why are you avoiding my eyes?”

 

“… Doesn’t it feel bad? My eyes are disgusting.”

 

“Really?”

 

Valletta propped up her chin and looked back at the child. The child was said to contain qualities of a magician, but no matter how much she looks at him, she doesn’t know what or how she was supposed to feel uncomfortable.

 

‘Do I have immunity because of him?’

 

Ordinary humans feel reluctant when they look at a magician… No matter how much she looked at him, there was no such feeling.

 

‘Am I the weird one?’

 

Come to think of it, Reinhardt himself was reluctant to do what he was going to do in the future, but she never really felt bad or hated looking at his eyes.

 

However, if other people felt that way, it would be unavoidable but to live with your head down until you have the strength to protect yourself.

 

“Then there is nothing you can do.”

 

She didn’t bother to comfort the child or say something else.

 

Knowing reality is important. That was the child’s self-protective behavior. To remember to bow one’s head down will become a necessity to live in this world, a wisdom to becoming an adult and a guide to moving forward on the right path.

 

Reinhardt was like that, and so was Valletta.

 

Both of them knelt and bowed their heads in front of an irresistible force and power. That’s how they were able to survive and stand in their respective positions.

 

So she doesn’t think it’s a bad thing to take a few steps back.

 

Just because he needed to be servile right now, did not mean that the future would be dark and gloomy as well.

 

“Ah, the time has come. I have an appointment at midnight. Would you like to stay here? I think I can come back in the morning.”

 

At Valletta’s words, Therion widened his eyes, and he shook his head in dismay. His blue eyes instantly became wet with moisture, but he didn’t cry.

 

Valletta nodded and looked at him as he desperately shook his head.

 

“Then get ready. Let’s go.”

 

“Yes!”

 

Therion got up from his seat and slipped into the bathroom.

 

Valletta rested her chin in her hand as she watched the child walk around the narrow room.

 

‘I hope Reinhardt will meet the male lead soon.’

 

Perhaps Reinhardt got interested in her because he found her unique.

 

They’ve been together for a long time so he might have felt bad for her, but the male lead was also a character that Reinhardt would be interested in. As far as she remembered, there was a scene in the story where he made eye contact with Reinhardt as he voiced his anger towards him.

 

At least it will divert his interest towards him to some extent.

 

A scene flashed in her mind as she blinked her eyes slowly and tapped her chin.

 

[ Reinhardt’s eyes were full of boredom, killing the prisoners in the ‘Nurturing Room’ by hand one by one.

 

His sharp spears made of ice slaughtered the imprisoned ‘dolls’.

 

They didn’t even run away, as they had already lost their senses and egos due to the terrible drug. It was true that they did not even react to death. Sometimes, those who seemed to have just entered the nurturing room screamed.

 

However, even if they go out, it would be difficult for them to live like normal people. Because the drug that spread throughout like a thick fog was meant to ruin people.

 

Therefore, this slaughter could be said as the beautiful man’s mercy.

 

“Stop!”

 

Reinhardt’s eyes widened at the youthful voice coming through the Nurturing Room.

 

After slaughtering about half of the people in the room, he stopped what he was doing and went to the place where the voice was heard.

 

His red eyes gleamed dangerously in the dark with an interested look.

 

“This…”

 

Reinhardt saw the child and sighed.

 

“This cannot be killed.”

 

He muttered, as he ignored the child as if he had never heard him.

 

The man who did not lose his beauty even in the dreadful darkness filled with drugs, snapped his finger once.

 

At the same time, the smell of blood began to come from all directions. He had killed all the people left in the nurturing room.

 

Except for the child in front of him.

 

The blood of countless people pooled together, creating a huge puddle.

 

Looking down at the child covered in blood from the people in the same prison, Reinhardt smiled, like a beautiful angel who descended from heaven.

 

“This would be fun.”

 

“… You.”

 

“If you want revenge, you have to be strong. Because you have the qualities.”

 

Reinhardt poked the child on his cheek and turned around.

 

He disappeared along with the glowing magic circle.

 

Among the bright red blood stained everywhere, only the blue eyes of the child were trembling with unbearable anger and burning like blue flames.]

 

Valletta knitted her eyebrows as she recalled the first meeting of Reinhardt and the male lead.

 

Scenes from the novel would just sometimes come to her mind. Yet, whenever she tries hard to remember it, it won’t come up.

 

‘… But why did Reinhardt say that he can’t kill him?’

 

Once the content came to mind, she understood it clearly.

 

The Reinhardt in her hazy memories was not interested in saving them.The expression ‘Cannot be killed’ was what it literally means.He doesn’t lie. If he said that he cannot kill, it means he really can’t kill them.

 

‘Why?’

 

She narrowed her eyes.

 

“Valletta-nim, I’m ready.”

 

“Ah, right.”

 

As she was trying to think more deeply, Therion came up to her and said. The bright smile on his face made it hard to believe that it was the same child in the nurturing room. He surprisingly has a strong mentality, Valletta thought.

 

“Let’s go.”

 

Valletta put on her robe and went downstairs.

 

Near midnight, the inn’s restaurant was full of drunk people. As if frightened by the smell of the alcohol, the child grabbed Valletta’s hem and squeezed his body tighter.

 

“What, where did this kid come from? Hehe…”

 

“Our baby, did you and your mom come here to eat food?”

 

A drunken man staggered towards Valletta. Therion’s pupils trembled as he was not sure of what to do. Then he clenched his fist and looked at Valletta’s eyes.

 

“Did you know that mom’s should not come here at night?”

 

The man who had become incapable of greeting, stumbled on his words with alcohol on his breath. Valletta’s forehead frowned reflexively.

 

It was more of a physiological reaction rather than because the man in front of her was unpleasant.

 

Naturally, Valletta’s gaze, who had no interest in him, was not on the man in front of her, but on the bar.

 

‘What, that person is not here?’

 

The bar was empty. If you say to come at 12 o’clock and you’re not there, who should I talk to?

 

She glanced to her left and right as if she couldn’t see the man in front of her. Fortunately, there was a familiar bartender to one side.

 

Valletta relaxed her knitted eyebrows, feeling relieved.

 

“Ah, it’s that way.”

 

“Yes? Yes!”

 

Valletta passed the man with the child as if she had never seen him.

 

As the man who had not received a single glance stiffened, the other guests who were watching the situation burst into laughter.

 

“Puhahahaha! What the hell was that?”

 

“That b*st*rd is pathetic.”

 

“Shut up! Hey you!”

 

Valletta, who didn’t pay attention to the noise behind her or even look at them, strode towards the bartender.

 

The bartender approached her as if he had already been looking at her, as there was no sign of surprise. Although he did look behind her with disapproval.

 

“F*ck. Hey… you b*tch. Are you ignoring me right now?”

 

The man grabbed Valletta’s shoulder roughly and turned her around.

 

It was not until the man’s thick hands touched Valletta’s shoulder did she lift her head.

 

She looked around and glanced at the drunk boorish man, and bowed her head to look at Therion.

 

“Me?”

 

As she asked, pointing at herself with her finger, Therion nodded his head immediately.