The Legendary Pseudo-villain - Chapter 191
Anyone who saw this scene and heard Hecathe’s words would be easily able to tell that Hecathe was only aiming to achieve one purpose and that was to agitate the man.
Asgarian gritted his teeth and for the first time, he could be seen losing his composure.
Hecathe smiled in satisfaction as he managed to achieve what he had wanted.
“You dare say I’m unworthy…?!” Asgarian stood up from the chair and with each word, he slowly raised his voice in an intimidating manner that really didn’t affect Hecathe.
At this moment, Hecathe couldn’t help but smirk as he felt a sense of deja vu.
When he had first entered this world, this was the exact place that he was kept in and he was wearing this exact same straightjacket as well. He was confused and had no idea where he was but due to his natural skills at agitating people, he had somehow managed to really anger Marvin.
That day was the first time Hecathe had seen someone daring enough to approach him with such an angry and malicious tone and now, it seemed that it was happening all over again.
But instead of Marvin, it was Asgarian who was standing in front of Hecathe.
Hecathe wondered if things were really going to go as they had gone back then.
If everything was to repeat then what comes next would naturally be a few punches.
“Alphius, I thought you were smart enough to make your own decisions but you have proven me wrong. I thought we could put this whole thing behind us by making you another willow but you really don’t know what’s good for you.”
Hecathe didn’t know if he was supposed to laugh or not as he heard this.
“Another willow? You have to be joking,” Hecathe scoffed as he spoke, “Did you really think giving me a bit of power and letting me join your disgusting system of governance was going to solve everything? If you really thought it was going to be that easy then you’re really an idiot.”
“Why?” Asgarian gritted out as he glared at Hecathe, “Didn’t you say we were alike? Don’t you long for power as well? Don’t you want to be God as well?”
Hecathe clicked his tongue with a sigh as he spoke, “I did say that but let me remind you that this was in the past tense.”
“Eh?”
“Honestly speaking, Power no longer interests me, and playing God is not something that makes me happy anymore,” Hecathe pursed his lips into a small smile as he spoke, “I have already lived through that life, but only when I fell did I realize how meaningless it all was.”
Hecathe reminisced about the past and there was a sense of detachment from it that he was able to feel. It was an emotionless feeling… As if things had happened and although he had been bothered by it back then, it no longer held any meaning to the ‘him’ of today. It was no longer anything more than a story that he could tell once in a while.
He had been the great Zelium King but in the end, he had met his end in a single moment of distraction.
Just like that…
The great Zelium King had died and left the world that he had previously ruled.
Hecathe had to admit that he was lucky to have been able to mourn over his own death.
He still wanted to go back to his world because of his personal attachments, but those attachments only involved the relationships he had with people. He no longer felt any attachment or attraction to the power that he had once held and that was how the Zelium King had truly died.
The one who was left behind was just Hecathe… A boy who had always dreamt of becoming a villain.
He didn’t want to return to his world as the Zelium King cause he was well aware of the fact that the Zelium King had already passed away. He simply wanted to return as Hecathe, the man who never got to spend time on himself.
Asgarian’s lips seemed to twitch as he heard Hecathe and he took a solid minute to digest the words before he scoffed, “Don’t just go and play the nice guy now! It doesn’t matter. You have already lost your chance and the only thing waiting for you now are the gates of hell.”
Hecathe couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as he heard this, “Don’t worry, those gates of hell are waiting for you as well.”
Asgarian’s eyebrows creased together and he glared at Hecathe but said nothing.
“I heard that there is a rumor going around the city…?” Hecathe asked as he tilted his head with a small mocking smile plastered on his face, “People are finally starting to realize the truth. I wonder how they’d react when they figure out that you three had convicted an innocent boy and executed him without any proper investigation. Actually, on another note, I think it would be more fun when Orgon really does come back and point his finger at the real killer.”
Asgarian smirked as he heard this and confidently responded, “Rumors are nothing more than that. You should stop wasting your time on them.”
Hecathe snickered as he heard this and asked, “Are you sure about that? ‘Cause as long as I know, although rumors are much exaggerated, they are still based on some truths.”
“For a dead man to come back as an annoying brat?” Asgarian scoffed as he mocked Hecathe’s words, “Only an idiot would believe that.”
“Oh really? It’s a pity that you think this way,” Hecathe sighed as he spoke, “Unlike you, I have actually seen him with my own eyes and that’s why I can confidently say this. The rumors are not baseless.”
Asgarian’s eyes widened in shock and it looked like the man had suddenly been struck by lightning.
Hecathe felt a little satisfied as he saw this reaction and this gave him the confidence to continue, “Do you want to know another funny thing? He plans to take his own revenge.”
Asgarian’s face looked to be bloodless and he immediately opened his mouth to say something but before any words could roll out of his tongue, there came a knock on the door which was followed by a voice.
“It is time.”
It was a short sentence that need not be explained and although Hecathe looked to be calm, as soon as he heard this, he was internally praying for Marvin to make it in time. His life was on the line here and if Marvin was not able to make it in time then Asgarian’s words might as well come true.
Asgarian took a sharp breath in and closed his mouth as he gulped his words back down.
Hecathe sighed as he spoke, “I guess we’ll have to continue this conversation another time. That is, if both of us manage to live through this.”
“Don’t worry, there won’t be another chance,” Asgarian clicked his tongue as he turned around and left the room with his loud footsteps being the only thing that could be heard echoing away.
“That’s a pity…” Hecathe frowned as he muttered but it was only natural that there was no longer anyone there to listen to this.
Just a few minutes after Asgarian had left the room, four guards came and took Hecathe away with them.
Just as it had happened in the past, he was once again taken to the execution podium where he was tied to a poll.
The three willows of spring were seated on their thrones just like the last time and everything looked to be just the same as it had been back when Hecathe was here for the first time.
If there was any difference that he could notice, it would probably be the great crowd that had been gathered as an audience and the lack of Marvin holding a gun pointed at him.
“The three willows of spring hereby declare Alphius Edler guilty of the murder of Orgon, leader of the silver battalion!” A man standing on a raised platform announced at the top of his lungs as he held onto a long scroll, “In order to bring justice to this world, he shall hence be executed on the spot under the will of the three willows of spring!”
“Death shall be avenged with death! Fairness shall see no title! With the three willows of spring, our land will not forgive sinners!” The man added and Hecathe also repeated after him with a chuckle that was clearly mocking these words.
Suddenly somebody raised their hand and stopped the execution for a moment.
When Hecathe looked up, he found that it was one of the willows.
The little girl looked exactly as she did when Hecathe had first seen her. She was wearing a cloak that covered her entire body and half of her face.
The only thing visible clearly was her soft pink lips.
Hecathe had read about the three willows of spring and that was perhaps the only reason why he knew her name.
This girl was called Lara and she was the youngest willow of spring….