I’ll Just Live As A Villain - Chapter 5

I slowly folded my arms and raised my chin, thinking of the bullies in movies or dramas. 

To look arrogant and rogue as musch as possible. 

That was my intention. 

Fortunately or unfortunately, my intentions worked perfectly. The faces of the two people, who looked at me suspiciously, have become a bit stiff. 

‘I’m right about what I have thought.’ 

I put a force on it. 

“Why? Are you complaining? I said I would do that.” 

When I spoke with my voice a tone higher than usual, I heard a terrifying sound.

‘Wow, I didn’t try very hard, but this is a hateful voice. It’s really like a villain.’

I embraced Harry in admiration of Everia’s villainous gene.

[…The blood from our line…Such!] 

I captured Harry’s neck to my embrace tightly who was explaining his own genealogy. 

“I told you I’d raise him!Are you saying no?”

This time, the voice went beyond hatred to be peremptory. 

Plus, I don’t usually look pejorative. 

“……if you say so, I get it.” 

Eventually the baron succumbed to my wickedness. 

“First, we’ll look for the owner and if he doesn’t show up, the lady will raise him. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it. He’d rather stay here than freeze to death in cold weather.”

* * *

The Baron Insetia was lost in thought as he looked at the burning fireplace. 

The fire burning black iron. 

It was a fire from Everia’s fireplace. 

“How can a black iron wood be burned?” 

Everia said it was a fire that she prayed desperately and accidentally made, but was it a joke? 

If that were possible, no one in Erell would have been cold. 

He had once brought a famous wizard from the royal capital because the power of that wizard was great. 

But he too failed to burn the black iron wood. 

‘It’s not a fire created accidentally. This is the power of princess Everia. ‘ 

He was not a baron that will be deceived by the lies of the young princess. 

How many years have he lived a hard time in pioneering northern lands? 

The bone of Baron Insetia was too thick to be deceived by a child who grew up in the royal capital. 

‘But the princess’ magic power is known to be extremely low. Why is her mana said to be low, has the power to create such a strong fire?’ 

The baron recalled the face of the Duke of Oberon, the father of Everia and his superior. 

There must be a reason for concealing the powerful mana of the Duke’s daughter, who is a thorough strategist. 

‘Maybe to avoid external checks. A person with a strong power is inevitably subject to vigilance. ‘ 

The House of Oberon was proud of its traditional power of being equal to the royal family. 

What if there was a child born with great power? 

Then Everia would not have been as free as she is now. 

‘But the mana I felt was too normal compared to a tremendous power. ‘ 

But the baron soon shook his head. 

When a person reached the original high point, an average man could not recognize it. 

‘Does it mean the princess has reached that state?’ 

His arm was getting goosebumps. 

‘It looks like the Duke is painting a big picture.’ 

Then the Baron Insetia who follows him, had no choice but to comply with his will. 

So even though he was full of questions, he did not question Everia deeply. 

‘I must keep my mouth shut until the Duke mentions it first.’ 

However, thinking so forced him to think of the long-held legend that descended on Erell. 

A legend that only comes down to the north. 

It is not comparable to the founding myth of the kingdom, but the people here possess their own legends. 

Although it is now governed by a kingdom, the North was originally a separate country. 

Race, culture. A country completely different from the central nobility of the royal capital. 

The North was free to live their lives until it was destroyed by the powerful fire of the Blue Wizard in the myth of the kingdom. 

The Oberon family originated here and in the north. As the roots were different, the royal family’s checking towards them was severe than the other families. 

‘At this point, a new fire is set to expel trials from the northernmost city of Erell. That’s the hero’s first step to save this land. ‘ 

Maybe Everia’s magic are the flame of the legend? 

Did the Duke know all this and sent his daughter here? 

To test the freedom of this land, the legend that all the people of the North have? 

‘I will be silent. Until everything cames to light.’ 

The eyes of Baron Insetia were deeply sunken. 

“First of all, I needed to keep my mouth shut.” 

He had to do something to prevent the fire that Iberia created from leaking out. 

* * * 

The butler spent the whole day wandering around the mansion, but of course no one was supposed to have lost a dog. 

Apparently the dog without its owner, Harry returned to my room late at night, led by the butler’s hand. 

Before I knew it, he had a leash on his neck. 

“A leash?” 

“The butler put in on, Big dogs are dangerous? A leash? This is the greatest humiliation of Theoharris’ life.” 

Harry lying on the floor reached out his feet to scratched his leash, but it didn’t budge cuz it was tight, 

“Would that work out?” 

I grinned and leaned down to stroked Harry’s head. 

Then Harry’s feet which had been struggling hard, hardened in the air. 

“Why are you stroking my head at this timing?” 

He asked incomprehensibly. 

“You said stroking my head was a consolation.”