I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

Chapter 39

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Dont you worry?

Philip blurted out suddenly as he walked.

Ian, who had been reading the records brought from the Marquiss secret chamber, looked up with a troubled expression.

About what?

Orundel. From my perspective, theres more than just one thing to be anxious about. Even if its not related to the conversation between the king and the Lord.

At last, youve realized that its a problem. Congratulations are in order.

Is Sir not also concerned about it?

Ian shrugged.

As Philip had said, there were still many unsettling factors regarding Orundel. Even including Declan himself.

But it didnt bother him much.

In a world heading towards destruction, there were inherent limits to the changes individuals could bring about.

Having prevented Orundel from falling into the hands of the fallen, this should have been an acceptable outcome.

Relax. Is now the time for you to worry about Orundel?

Philips face suddenly became attentive at Ians remark.

Well, yes. Youre right. The issue of Agellan is the most significant and urgent. In that sense

He trailed off, tapping his chin.

Do you have something in mind?

Not yet. Its good to hope for something to come up. If theres nothing the day to return to Agellan might be delayed.

!

Philips tense expression shifted.

In truth, Ian wasnt overly concerned. Fallen beings were somewhat similar to mages, as they enjoyed leaving records of their actions.

The content could vary drastically based on whether it was evidence of betrayal or a display of excessive self-pride due to mental victories or egotism. In this case, it seemed closer to the former.

Continuing to peruse through various unwanted snippets of knowledge and information at the moment.

I see.

Ian said suddenly.

Philip turned his tense face towards him.

What? What is it?

Ian extended the book he had been looking at towards Philip.

Philip blinked.

I dont see anything.

Oh?

Ian smiled faintly and infused the patterns on the cover with magic. Suddenly, the letters appeared on the paper.

Now?

It was an enchanted book.

Exactly. Perfect for recording things not meant for others to see.

Though it might have seemed suspicious to have a clean notebook amidst all these records, it wasnt something Ian had thought about.

So, whats written in it?

Its a list. The Marquis was truly untrusting of anyone. He wrote down not only the names mentioned but also personal investigations into their backgrounds.

He certainly wanted to become a king.

A wry smile appeared on Ians lips.

However, he didnt know the true intentions of the old deer, Regis Brandt.

There was no mention or summary of his dealings or conversations, which would detail his intent to turn Agellan into a magical catastrophe.

The plan was to establish a coalition nation centered around the corrupted, create an immortal legion using forbidden knowledge from the Abyss, and expand their power.

The grand ambitions of the Marquis and other fallen ones to become a threat even to the Empire, by engulfing peripheral nations.

In the end, theyre all just puppets of Regis.

Ian seemed to understand the methods of Regis Brandt.

He had played on the secretive ambitions and desires of those in power and scholars, ultimately pushing them beyond the line.

Of course, they would have made countless promises that their desires would be fulfilled.

In Ians view, once Agellan became a magical catastrophe, all those aspirations would disappear.

At that point, even the fallen ones would have to submit.

Or perhaps, they might become sacrifices themselves.

With lunatics like these scheming across the continent, can this world avoid disaster?

Meanwhile, humans were still contemplating war with each other.

Philip looked at Ian, who was grinding his teeth in frustration.

Are there any names? Do you know any of the names?

Regis Brandt is definitely there.

Ians hand, which had been flipping through the pages, paused.

Frederick Hanson

Whos that?

A priest of Balk city. He was close to the Lord. Oh, Hanna Burton. Thats another name I recognize.

And whos that?

A noblewoman of Balk city. Not a formal noble, though.

So they were hidden all over the kingdom. We might have to send out an expedition force. If thats not possible, we should at least report to the Empire

No need for that.

?

I killed them all.

Excuse me?

I didnt intend to. They were trying to steal reward or stab me in the back, so I had no choice. I only learned they were corrupted right before killing them.

Balk Castles Lord wouldnt have stayed still, it seems.

He actually liked it.

Really?

He was a bit self-centered. The ones who had been sharing power and giving orders were dead, so it wasnt bad. Besides, evidence of their corruption was clear. They even suggested keeping it a secret and offered money for it. He didnt want things to escalate. After that, he got expelled, but anyway Half of the names here

Ian added with a wry smile.

Seems like I killed them.

.

Philips expression, which had a touch of admiration for a long time, finally broke.

Sir, you really are an amazing person. With this, you could even be called the guardian of Agellan.

Ive never done anything for Agellan. So dont add any strange titles before my name.

Ignoring Ians cold voice, Philip continued.

In that case, it might have been your destiny to defeat the fallen.

.

His words held persuasive power.

Strictly speaking, Ian Hoffs physical self was, in a sense, the protagonist of the game.

Being entangled with the fallen, monsters, and demons wherever he went was somewhat inevitable.

Since quests related to them often had the best rewards, it was necessary to get stronger by undertaking them.

In the end, it worked out well. Once the root of corruption is removed, the remaining corrupted will lose their foundation almost completely.

A smile appeared on Philips lips.

Now, all thats left is to go to Agellan. As soon as possible.

Hmm.

Ian safely stashed the book into a pocket of nonexistence and fell silent instead of responding.

Philip looked up at him, waiting for an answer.

Are you planning to visit other places?

Shut up. Im thinking.

.

Ian immersed himself in his inner conflict, disregarding Philips gaze.

He could almost see what would unfold if they headed to Agellan now.

Once everything was settled, he would probably have to leave Agellan.

Like in the game.

He would have to bid farewell to the quests he had yet to complete.

While there was little attachment to leaving Agellan, that wasnt the case for this aspect.

Ive visited many significant cities but there must be several more.

Would Maeve be able to hold on until then?

Ian envisioned her final moments.

A tranquil demeanor, bordering on the alien.

It was probably a brief moment of calm that had arrived after the expression of intense emotions.

Even now, alone, he couldnt determine if it would remain so.

Amidst the oscillating scales of his inner being.

Suddenly, Philip stopped.

Whats wrong?

Ian looked down at him.

Philip gestured forward.

Its a crossroads, Sir. One path leads back to Balk city, and the other goes straight to Agellan.

.

Ian stared ahead.

As the sun set, a long split road appeared before them.

Im your servant, Sir. Ill follow whichever choice you make.

Philip added.

Scratching his chin for a moment, Ian eventually turned his head.

Lets go this way.

The path leading to Agellan.

Philips stiff expression turned dramatically brighter.

You made a wise decision!

.

To make such a wise decision. I have a feeling that everything will finally fall into place. Well be welcomed into prosperity, eliminate the darkness looming over Agellan, and even attain honor.

Listening to you, I have a feeling that my choice might have been a mistake.

Really? I will Just shut up.

In case he might change his mind, Philip quickly pulled the reins.

Ian turned his head with a smirking expression.

As he headed to Agellan, he wished for an uneventful journey.

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Ippotranslation

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At last .

Philip, who was coming down the slope, let out a sigh of emotion.

In the distance, the panoramic view of Agellan was spread out.

Its pretty good for a rural area.

Ian exclaimed.

Formed around a gentle hill, Agellan was at least several decades ahead of other cities in the kingdom.

It wasnt even a small town in the game. When it became a reality, Ian immediately thought that many parts had been omitted at that time.

Immunity towering at the top of the hill. Buildings continued below it, and a wall surrounded the middle of the hill.

There were many buildings down the hill, and another wall surrounded the city.

There were also many buildings around it, and the construction of another wall around the edge was in progress.

On one side of it was a river of moderate width, and on the other side, the plain was full of fields.

One of the secrets of Agellan, which is also the name of the city, to build a kingdom must have been that it was located in such an excellent location.

Perhaps Marquis Burchard wanted to create Orundel like this.

The storm of blood hasnt even started yet.

Ian nodded at the sight of the intact castle. It meant that Maeve had kept her promise.

Finally, tonight, we can sleep in a warm room.

Philip quickened his pace. Until they left Orundel, his modest appearance had been clean, but now he had no extra coin.

Moreover, the weather was gradually getting colder. Though the change of seasons wasnt drastic in this town, even small changes were significant for those who were homeless.

Before long, Ian entered the outskirts of Agellans suburban town. There was quite a crowd, and most of them didnt pay any attention to Ian and Philip. It meant that there was frequent interaction with outsiders and that the security was good.

Then Philip stopped in his tracks.

They were in front of the first city gate.

Seems like outsiders. State your status and purpose.

A guard spoke.

Even though they must have repeated the same task countless times, he looked quite spirited.

I am the servant of Agellans Knight, Sir Maeve Liurel. And this is Sir Ian Hoff, a guest of the Knight Sir Liurel.

A guest of the Liurel family?

The soldier sent a skeptical gaze their way, assessing them both.

A messenger will be sent to confirm. Please wait.

Yes.

Philip rode his horse to the city gate.

Iain remained silent.

He was actually somewhat surprised. This was such a logical and normal procedure.

This city is running systematically.

Of course. This is the heart of the kingdom. Everything, from laws to residence, is organized.

It was probably following the empire, but Ian nodded approvingly.

In any case, in this world, this was quite a livable neighborhood.

A scene from the game flashed in his mind. The city that had turned into a battlefield, engulfed in flames.

It was a sight that he couldnt imagine at all in the present.

If I mess up again, itll probably turn out that way.

Then, someone rushed out of the gate.

A well-built man in noble robes and a hood flipped back.

Looking around, he spotted Ian and Phillip and approached.

Finally, youve come! I was almost losing my patience!

It was a familiar face, one they had seen often.

Miguel! Its always a pleasure to see you!

Philip embraced him warmly.

Come on? Miguel, who patted him on the shoulder while muttering, looked at Ian as he got off the horse.

Iain muttered.

Your face is oozing oil. Seems like you were living comfortably, huh?

Miguel burst into laughter, his well-groomed beard and scars shaking.

I cant say youre wrong when I see the two of you in this state. Now, lets go in.

He turned his body and led the way.

In the meantime, he exchanged glances with the guards, nodding to show them something, even lowering his voice.

Philip smirked.

Youve become a local.

As you know, Im adaptable. Considering the time Ive spent here, well, its only natural. Youre also starting to feel like a proper mercenary.

I didnt want it to happen, but well

It always starts like that.

Miguel chuckled.

Well cross another city wall. Philip will understand, but Liurels mansion is in the innermost part.

But why did you come out? I thought Sir would come out in person. Well, I understand, circumstances are circumstances.

Of course, thats what I thought. But, youve been waiting longer than I have. I just couldnt do it.

Miguel scratched his scar and lowered his voice, looking around.

As for Sir, shes currently tending to some business at the estate.

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Philip and, of course, Ians eyebrows narrowed in surprise.

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