Translator: Nox

The Baddest Villainess Is Back

Chapter 58

“What good is a young body? Can’t even catch a passing ant. Look here, I trust you haven’t died on me yet.”

Gerran spoke coldly, nudging the young man sprawling on the ground with the tip of his boot.

“You, *hic*, who the hell are you…. You….”

“Ah, and one more thing.”

The heel of Gerran’s shoe slowly ground into the young man’s chest.

Crack.

The sensation of ribs snapping sent the young man into a scream.

Gerran looked down at the writhing figure and let out a low laugh.

“I’ll… kill… you…\!”

“Hardly possible at your level.”

Roselyn quietly watched Geron Wilbrid, whose mask had slipped to reveal a side far removed from his usual relaxed, gentlemanly demeanor.

‘I forgot what a foul-tempered man he actually was.’

He appeared to be a perfect gentleman on the surface, but in reality, he was a hedonist.

A man who wouldn’t hesitate to engage in any troublesome task if it provided him with personal amusement or stimulation.

‘He seems upset that the punching bag he finally found is acting so low-class.’

Roselyn thought indifferently, waiting for his venting to conclude.

Before long, the man fainted, and Gerran removed his foot from the chest.

Gerran turned around with a bright smile.

“I’ve personally caught the filthy bug just as you asked. Do I get a reward?”

“A reward? After you enjoyed yourself as much as you wanted….”

Roselyn muttered softly at the mirth in Gerran’s voice.

“Fine, well…. If necessary, I’ll give you the credit for this incident.”

Roselyn added nonchalantly as she stepped into the alleyway with Arma.

Gerran narrowed his eyes, watching Arma follow closely behind Roselyn, holding her hand.

‘What a sight.’

It was fascinating to see him act as if he hadn’t just hidden his claws, but pulled out his own fangs entirely.

‘I never knew he was that kind of man.’

Gerran had met Arma after Roselyn’s death. In the world following her demise, Gerran had lived for about another week.

It was the time required to perform the massive ritual to jump worlds.

‘I don’t know about the others, but I can’t fathom why that man is acting this way,’ Gerran thought.

The man who, in the future, would secretly murder the true ‘King’ and the entire leadership of ‘Makruksa’ to take over the organization.

A monster among monsters who inherited the current Emperor’s blood most strongly, possessing zero hesitation when it came to using and killing people.

That was Arma Dianitas.

He had abandoned the throne to seize Makruksa instead.

Makruksa had hunted for traces of Roselyn. Furthermore, after rumors spread that Geron Wilbrid had killed Roselyn, they had pursued Gerran relentlessly.

Because of that, Geron Wilbrid had met the ‘King’ of Makruksa just before his death.

The 3rd Prince, who had been frail and timid, failing to protect even his own fiancée before dying.

Gerran never imagined that a man like Arma could ever wear such a terrifying expression.

The King of Makruksa had revealed himself personally, tracking Roselyn’s traces to finally tighten the noose around Gerran’s neck.

And when he saw his true identity, Gerran was genuinely shocked.

‘I never imagined there would be someone with the Abyss of darkness.’

Gerran stared intently at Arma.

The blue eyes, which had been directed downward as usual, slowly met Gerran’s as if sensing his gaze.

It was a look filled with unmistakable murderous intent.

“What should we do now?”

“I’m going to interrogate this man.”

“Interrogate this? What even is this?”

Yuldian, who had been standing far back, asked while surrounded by all sorts of animals, including cats and birds.

“Ugh, get away from me.”

Yuldian waved his hands.

The birds moved away briefly at his flailing, only to settle right back down on his head and shoulders.

“How can our darling’s ability be so cute…?”

“…….”

Yuldian, who used to be horrified by being called cute, now seemed accustomed to it, responding only with a short sigh.

Roselyn glanced at Yuldian, then looked down at the man writhing on the ground, unable to even faint, before speaking.

“Probably… Makruksa.”

Roselyn said briefly.

Since he was gambling at the den and used the same manner of speech, it had to be right.

‘Gerran said it was a similar world, and it really is almost identical.’

To the point where there was almost no difference.

“Makruksa? That damn group? \!”

“Yes.”

Roselyn nodded at Yuldian’s harsh words.

Even Geron Wilbrid paused for a moment as if he hadn’t expected that.

“……Wait, Roselyn. You’re saying this man is from Makruksa?”

“Yes.”

“……So you’re saying that Makruksa is the one behind these disappearances?”

Roselyn gazed at Gerran and slowly nodded.

Having said that much, she hesitated for a moment. She was debating whether or not to tell Gerran the truth.

But the hesitation didn’t last long. She felt absolutely no need to be considerate of Gerran.

“It’s not just the disappearances; the current plague and the arson cases are the same.”

Gerran’s movements came to a dead stop.

“……What did you say?”

He asked in a low, sunken voice.

Gerran likely didn’t know. She had heard that Geron Wilbrid had remained in seclusion for a long time after the Marchioness died.

In truth, Roselyn had only found out by chance that these separate incidents were all connected to Makruksa.

If the King of Makruksa hadn’t come to her personally to offer the position of Queen and babbled about it, she wouldn’t have known either.

That was how dangerous this decentralized criminal organization was.

Regardless, Geron Wilbrid had been in seclusion for a long time, and after re-emerging, he had spent his time pursuing Roselyn.

‘Well, thinking about it now, it seems he didn’t intend to kill me from the start but planned to move the timeline….’

So perhaps Geron Wilbrid had captured her himself and thrown her into the underground prison to keep her from being killed by others.

Of course, knowing that didn’t mean he was forgiven.

“…….”

Roselyn looked at Geron Wilbrid.

His pupils, slit vertically, were fixed on the unconscious man with murderous intent.

‘……Wait, vertical pupils?’

How could a human’s eyes slit vertically?

Roselyn’s eyes widened, and she took a sharp breath.

Races whose pupils slit vertically when excited were extremely rare.

Fortunately, since he was looking down, it was a sight only Roselyn—being shorter than Gerran—could barely catch.

“Gerran.”

Roselyn called his name.

Gerran’s eyes slowly rolled toward Roselyn.

“Don’t go crazy over things that have already passed, and just listen to me for now. I’d like to go somewhere quiet soon.”

At Roselyn’s words, Gerran stared down at her before smiling with his usual expression.

With his eyes returned to normal before she knew it, Gerran picked up the young man.

“I could vent my anger a bit more.”

When Roselyn added that casually, Gerran paused.

“We have a Priest with us, after all. Right, Intermediate Priest Asidor-nim?”

Roselyn smiled brightly.

The Priest, looking down at the bloodied young man, nodded with a pale face.

“Ah, yes….”

“In that case, it wouldn’t be a very pleasant sight here, so I shall accept the favor later.”

Gerran didn’t bother to refuse.

“And…… it seems we have quite a lot to discuss, don’t we?”

“Not at all.”

Roselyn replied firmly.

Gerran laughed lowly at that flat, unhesitating rejection.

“Roselyn, it smells here, so let’s leave.”

Just as he was about to speak, Arma carefully pulled her away.

Naryan, having already lost interest in this side of things, was dragging Yuldian along to look at the market.

“Come to think of it, I heard Priests are also skilled in concealment magic to hide objects.”

Gerran tied the young man up with a smiling face and shoved him into the Priest’s arms.

“I’d hate for my clothes to get dirty. I’ll leave this to you until we reach my mansion.”

“……Pardon?”

“Roselyn, if a daughter is out of the question, a granddaughter is fine too.”

“Crazy bastard.”

“Wait, what’s this about a daughter, Roselyn?”

Watching the group move away while bickering among themselves, Priest Asidor’s face crumpled.

He bit his lower lip hard as he saw blood staining patches of his snowy-white Priest’s Robe.

“Damn nobles….”

He sighed, looking down at the burden entrusted to him with a troubled gaze.

“Stupid fool….”

Asidor narrowed his eyes and placed his hand on the young man’s forehead.

As a white light of healing began to seep from his fingertips….

“I knew it would be like this.”

A voice came from behind him.

“Traitors are never far away, are they?”

Asidor’s body went rigid.