The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen

Chapter 55

55 – Irresistible Reward-2-

A person’s determination is not easily broken.

“Bathing!”

“…We have to!”

I tried to ignore the quest window that appeared before my eyes.

It had been a week since I decided not to help Mikhail’s trials anymore. I hoped for Mikhail’s proactive growth and wanted to give him room to grow mentally and physically.

Seeing the ending of the novel with the current Mikhail was not an option.

After experiencing this incident, Mikhail, who spoke of justice every day, would probably realize what moderation means.

It wasn’t that I gave up because I wanted to bathe with the lady. It’s just that today’s underwear color… No, not that.

I looked at the lady with eyes full of anticipation.

The lady in a bathrobe.

The slightly see-through black underwear on the lady felt strangely intriguing.

The lady stretched and said,

“Let’s go!”

Evilly gathered bosom.

I thought it was a good idea to give up the quest.

I awkwardly laughed and offered my back to the lady.

“Please save me.”

While deliberately ignoring the blue window visible in the air.

[Q. Rescue Uriah.]

Uriah is exploring “Hamel’s Dungeon” in order to take the final evaluation for the academy.

While taking the exam, Uriah discovers a man bleeding in a corner of the dungeon.

It is a man covered in wounds and gasping for breath.

With a warm heart, Uriah cannot pass by without deciding to treat him, and Mihail, the same team member, agrees to follow Uriah’s opinion.

The man doesn’t know that he is a follower of another religion.

Uriah is in danger.

In the eyes of the follower who needs treatment, Uriah looked like a gem, and the follower starts to ambush Uriah and take her to the depths of the dungeon.

Normally, Mihail should rescue Uriah, but Mihail seems to be lacking mentally and physically.

(!) Please rescue Uriah who is in danger.

○ Probability of Mihail rescuing Uriah without the user’s help (70%)

Reward: Black Magic Resistance Level 4

Mihail: Novice Orc (C)

Uriah: Likability increases by 40

Failure: Likability of all academy students except Histania Hanna -30, Uriah’s injuries, Mihail’s injuries

The quest is not mandatory.

It is a quest that suddenly appears without rumors, but there is no compulsory necessity to do it.

The novel flows normally.

It’s just that a new existence, the country, has been added.

It was rather strange that there was a sense of compulsion.

Sometimes, there were penalties such as a decrease in abilities or a decrease in likability, but they were not significant enough to change one’s life, so they could be ignored.

Quests depend on my choice.

Like Hanna’s quest, it could save someone’s life or, conversely, take one’s life, giving a range of free choices.

It’s the same now.

Black Magic Resistance. It was certainly a good reward, but it wasn’t attractive enough to break the promise of not helping Mihail.

If it was a reward such as an increase in swordsmanship level or additional skills, I would reconsider and attempt it, but rewards that would involve bathing with a lady… No, the stress of being involved with Mihail wasn’t worth it.

Black Magic Resistance would improve over time, and it didn’t cause any inconvenience in daily life.

And the penalty for failure was minimal.

The already bottomed-out favorability didn’t change much even if it dropped further, deteriorating only to the extent of asking about the well-being of parents with a frowning expression.

It wasn’t a long time.

I didn’t want it to be.

Even the high probability of 70% couldn’t be ignored.

I thought Mikhail could handle it well. Mikhail, tightly packed inside, was confident in his skills.

I believed in them.

But when the quest window changed.

The anticipation I had began to cool down.

“Sigh… This is really messed up.”

[A change is occurring in Uria’s state of mind.]

[A change is occurring in Mikhail’s state of mind.]

Probability of Mikhail rescuing without user assistance (70% ＞ 57%)

Additional quest reward.

[Gentle Touch of Rehabilitation (B)]

Can slightly treat targets with physical constraints through the user’s health as a medium.

“Huh…?”

I looked at the lady slowly taking off her bathrobe, exhaling through my nose. She seemed to demonstrate the wholesome philosophy that baths should be taken in the nude.

A black bra.

A wicked chest.

“Damn.”

I clenched my fist and spoke to the lady.

“Sh…should I do it next time?”

The lady cried.

***

“Damn.”

In the dark dungeon.

I saw a frightened Uria and a fainted Mikhail.

A sigh escaped from the deep dungeon.

I tried not to use foul language since becoming a butler, but my mouth began to itch at Mikhail’s appearance, which fell far short of expectations.

There weren’t many changes in the novel.

I encountered the remnants of a cult.

I treated the cultists.

I was ambushed.

Mikhail was attacked.

Except for Mikhail fainting in the scene I saw in the novel, nothing had changed.

“But why are you still like this?”

I glared at Mikhail with annoyance in my eyes, holding a sword.

“Why is the person we have to fight unconscious?”

The cultist in front of me was not a person with the same strength as Valak and Pascal. If I were to make a metaphor, he would be like a blue golem living in the jungle in a game I frequently played in a previous life.

It would be tough for Mikhail to deal with him.

But he was a sufficient opponent if he didn’t ambush or let his guard down.

If only…

I glanced at Mikhail with disbelief in my eyes. His abdomen, where the sword had left a mark, was faintly visible.

Mikhail’s school uniform was stained with fresh blood as though he had just been stabbed. And the smooth skin barely visible through the torn clothing was telling me what had happened.

“…hopeless bastard.”

This event was the first episode where Mikhail would experience murder.

He was supposed to awaken in order to protect Julia, who was being dragged away, but looking at that state, it seemed he couldn’t even survive.

With a heavy heart, I looked at the cultist who was holding Julia by the hair.

[Bigny Lv. 34]

[Occupation: Apprentice Priest]

[Favorability: -60]

[Preferred Topics of Conversation: Twisted justice, belief, murder, women, torture, the future of the cult, blood, screams]

[Disliked Topics of Conversation: Goddess religion, love, mercy, patience, young children, peace]

The cultist looked at me with a stern expression.

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His reaction to the unexpected appearance of an outsider was unpleasant, but he quickly put on a eerie smile and managed his expression.

“Who are you?”

“Your mother.”

“What?”

I wasn’t in a good mood.

Mikhail’s defeated demeanor was quite uncomfortable. More so than when he received the text to work on the weekend… it was unpleasant.

Looking at the hand of the cultist grabbing Yuria’s hair, I spoke. The cultist, unaware of the value of the hair he was holding, was oblivious to the terror of baldness.

“That hand… It’s better if you let go now.”

“What did you say?”

The cultist grasped Yuria’s hair viciously. Yuria’s delicate scream echoed.

I swung the sword lightly.

Snick. The sound accompanied the severed arm of the cultist. The cultist’s pupils shook widely.

Seeing his own severed arm with a puzzled expression, the shock on his distorted face immediately became apparent.

“aaah!! My arm! My arm!!”

The cultist rolled on the floor, clutching the severed part.

“I did tell you to let go.”

My words didn’t reach the cultist writhing in pain. It wasn’t a pleasant sight – the bleeding cultist and Yuria’s shocked expression. I felt like I had become the villain.

Regardless, I wanted to go home quickly.

I kicked the fallen cultist’s abdomen. With a thud, he was pushed to the corner.

To draw a dagger from my belt, I reached for my waist, but I wasn’t allowing even that.

“Who are you…!”

“You don’t need to know.”

I trampled on the remaining arm of the cultist and approached Mikhail.

Seeing Mikhail leaning against the wall, gasping for breath, I sighed. He was a guy lacking determination. If it were me, I would have done anything to wake up.

I felt pity for Mikhail, still unconscious.

I nudged Mikhail with my toe. Touching him, I spoke.

“Get up.”

“…”

“I said, get up.”

I hoped he would wake up before I got annoyed…

The resolution of the matter had to be done by Mikhail himself. If I finished it alone, it would be an episode where Mikhail gained nothing. I was waking up Mikhail.

I impatiently nudged Mikhail.

“Get up. Do you want to just stand by while Yuria gets taken away?”

“…”.

“…Really.”

Thud.

As Mikhail forcefully kicked, a groaning sound escaped him, and he opened his eyes.

“Yuria!”

The moment his eyes opened, Mikhail searched for Yuria. The impeccable posture of the great protagonist deserved applause.

In Mikhail’s vision, the recent events unfolded before him.

A disciple writhing on the ground with an arm severed, Yuria breathing steadily with a rough exhale, and even I, staring down at him with expressionless eyes.

Though Mikhail’s pupils trembled in the rapidly unfolding situation, I personally guided him on what to do from now on.

Swish.

I tossed the sword that had slipped from Mikhail’s hand onto the ground.

Mikhail’s sword, missing a tooth and smeared with blood.

He raised me to understand the incomprehensible situation, but I ignored him, walking slowly towards the fallen disciple.

On the ground, there was a red potion that had fallen from Yuria’s pocket.

The highest-quality potion supplied by the palace.

Although I wanted to sneakily slip it into my pocket, the circumstances demanded a deep sigh as I opened the potion’s cap.

Then, I began sprinkling it on the severed arm of the fallen disciple.

Squelch. The sound of the severed arm healing, accompanied by a groan.

It could be makeshift, but at least he could fight again.

The disciple glared at me.

The disciple, looking at me with an expression that couldn’t comprehend the turning situation.

It was absurd that the one who severed the arm was now healing it.

I looked at him and Mikhail.

“I won’t do anything from now on. Whether you kill him or run away, I won’t do anything.”

“…”

The disciple’s eyes were fixed on me.

“Really…?”

He was quick to assess the situation.

I nodded as an answer, my head giving a silent confirmation.

“Instead, notice that man, will you?”

I pointed at Mikhail with my finger.

Mikhail stood there, holding his sword absent-mindedly.

He seemed partially out of his mind.

“Fight that man.”

The cultist stared at me, demanding a reasonable response. He argued that it was impossible for Mikhail to fight back in his current state, with one arm severed.

I gave a sharp remark to the cultist, telling him to face reality.

“Well then, kill me.”

The cultist gripped his sword.

And he asked me again.

“Really… if I fight that guy, will you let me go?”

“Of course.”

The cultist heaved the weighty sword.

As tainted magic flowed from his body, I stepped aside to support the fallen Yuria.

“Are you okay?”

“M…Mikhail…”

“Ah… You’ll be fine. If things go wrong, I’ll step in.”

I glanced at Mikhail.

Mikhail, with trembling eyes, looked at the approaching cultist.

I wondered how far that fool would go.

I didn’t even hope for him to kill.

If he could at least demonstrate the resolve to create or erase wounds that couldn’t be undone, I thought he would have progressed enough.

He was the guy who would grab the hair of the girl he liked and drag her along, so he wouldn’t just sit and watch.

In the novel, Mikhail killed that guy. He first stained his hands with blood and gained a cold-blooded emotion in order to rescue the dragged Yuria.

At that moment, there was a depiction of holding Yuria tightly and tremblingly assuring her that she was okay. I wondered what would happen this time.

With a clank, when Mikhail’s and the cultist’s swords clashed, I prepared to leave.

The battle was over.

Naturally, the one lying on the ground was the cultist.

He fought remarkably well for someone fighting with one hand, but he was no match for Mikhail, who had exceptional talent in swordsmanship.

Mikhail exhaled a rough breath.

He held the sword against the cultist’s throat, struggling to breathe as he lay on the ground.

“Do not move.”

It was Mikhail issuing a chilling warning.

Mikhail’s hands were trembling.

He didn’t know what to do.

After killing numerous knights.

And facing the fanatic who had threatened Uria, he couldn’t come up with an answer.

The fanatic looked at Mikhail and spoke with a trembling voice.

“Save me…”

“…”

“Please… spare me. I’ll live a good life from now on.”

“…Really.”

Wow…

Internally, I applauded.

I thought, could he be released again here?

Even if I did nothing and let him go, I would discreetly take care of it myself. But if Mikhail did nothing and just let him go here, it would be no different from the Buddha’s reincarnation.

I decided to push Mikhail’s back.

“Hey, don’t tell me…”

“Am I supposed to let him go, talking about bad guys and villains while he’s just standing there?”

Mikhail flinched. His shoulders trembled.

“Isn’t that so, Uria?”

“Uh… yes?”

Confused, Uria looked at me.

“Mikhail, it’s unfair to just let him go when Uria almost got hurt.”

Like watching the national football team, I alternated between sighs and curses, tearing into Mikhail.

“Hey, don’t you think so?”

Uria looked at me.

With eyes that couldn’t comprehend.

At the same time, she looked at Mikhail.

And Uria would probably be the same.

For killing a person.

Who would like this?

I don’t even like it.

But in situations where there is no other choice, sometimes we have to gather courage. After all, as inspectors like us, we learn the sword for this reason.

The decision was up to Mikhail.

I said my final words and sealed my lips.

“You should at least have some decency.”

With those words, Mikhail swung his sword.

Everything was over.

Mikhail threw his sword to the ground and breathed heavily, while the cult member let out a relieved sigh at being alive.

“I really didn’t know you could save me.”

Mikhail said with mercy.

“I will give you one more chance. From now on, no more bad deeds…”

You fool.

You’re lying again.

The cult member stuttered as he spoke to Mikhail.