I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

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Ian broke the silence.

“What are you talking about?”

“As the Vengeance’s Apostle. Many things must have changed for you.”

“…Yes.”

Maeve looked down at her own hands.

“From now on, the goddess will bestow her divine power only for revenge.”

Extreme restrictions.

But with such restrictions, she would have even stronger power when it came to revenge than before.

‘Even the constraints to be upheld as the Apostle of Condemnation will be gone. …For the sake of revenge, I can do anything.’

Ian nodded as he met her gaze.

“My decision isn’t something I regret. However, I’ll always regret not being able to kill the dark mage with my own hands… that’ll be a lifelong regret… I gave in to my emotions and let go of my righteousness and my vengeance.”

Maeve, in a self-reflective tone, looked at Ian.

“How did the battle with him go?”

“It was just like usual. We fought, and I killed him.”

Ian laid a cloth pouch he had next to him in front of Maeve.

“It’s his belongings. You can take them with you.”

“….”

Opening the pouch, Maeve looked at Conroud’s head inside.

A mixture of emotions in her gaze.

Philip, who had been rolling his eyes only, finally spoke cautiously.

“So, did you… kill him with magic?”

Why couldn’t he say it sooner?

Ian blurted out with irritation.

“That’s about right.”

When Ian turned his head to glare at him, Miguel intervened with a chilly tongue.

“Philip, why do you think he hid the magic? Probably because he didn’t want to reveal it, right? If he had shown it to save us, then it’s not a question but a thank you. Act like you don’t know and at least think.”

“….”

Speechless, Philip glanced at Ian and eventually turned to him.

“Sorry, Sir. Thank you. I’ll take your secret to the grave.”

As Ian opened his mouth to respond, Maeve placed the cloth pouch back on the ground.

“The request is complete, so paying the compensation would be the next step.”

She faced Ian.

“Once you kill the dark mage, you were supposed to receive additional compensation. What do you want?”

“Hmm…”

Ian scratched his chin.

Originally, he had planned to demand all the loot obtained from killing the dark mage. However, thanks to Maeve conceding so readily, there was nothing more he really desired. But refusing compensation wasn’t an option either.

Soon, Ian shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ll leave it up to you. Something reasonable.”

“Reasonable, huh…”

Maeve hesitated for a moment, then stood up. She reached for the sword hanging at her waist.

“Would you accept this sword then?”

Phillip and Miguel, as well as Ian, blinked in surprise.

Phillip stammered, “Sir, isn’t that a sword made of imperial steel?”

“That’s why it would be a fitting reward.”

Maeve extended the sword towards Ian.

He couldn’t decline this. Admiring her generosity, Ian accepted the sword.

In the game, this sword was a loot item obtainable only by killing her. The Avenger’s Sword.

‘The Sword of Condemnation…’

But now, it was different not just in name, but also in stats. Back then, it was on the brink of breaking and couldn’t be repaired. Now, there were no penalties. More than anything, it held powers unheard of in the game.

Level 2: Condemning Strike.

It had a cooldown of 24 hours, but it could be used without any cost. Although it was a unique-grade sword, it was practically akin to a relic.

The reason such things didn’t exist in the game was probably that they would have lost their sacredness by being drenched in the blood of countless innocents.

“As you can see, it’s made of imperial steel and it’s been with me for a long time. It might not be a famous sword, but it’ll serve you well.”

“This sword truly lives up to its fame.”

As Ian held the hilt, he swung the blade lightly. It had good balance, but it was much heavier than it appeared. With his strength, he couldn’t wield it as effortlessly as Maeve.

‘Let’s adapt as much as possible. If that’s not enough, I’ll put in more effort.’

Given that most weapons broke so easily, being able to use such a high-grade sword for a long time was worth the expense.

While Ian continued to observe the sword, Maeve’s gaze turned to Miguel, who couldn’t hide his envy.

“I’ll also provide you with a suitable reward, Miguel.”

“Are you sure about that, my lady?”

“However, in return, you’ll accompany me all the way to the capital.”

“To the capital…?”

Miguel, who was excited just a moment ago, looked perplexed now.

“I have another task for you. I hope you’d become a witness who testifies about what happened here when we’re at the capital.”

“A witness…? But don’t we already have all the evidence?”

Seeming uncomfortable with the idea of meeting the king, Miguel asked hesitantly.

Maeve nodded.

“There are those who stand beside the king. Among them, there might be those with ill intentions. To prevent them from refuting our claims, we need witnesses, not just evidence. As many as possible.”

“What about Ian, then?”

“Ian will go to Orundell.”

“Oh, right… the plague…”

Groaning in pain, Miguel suddenly understood.

“It’s not like we’re fabricating something out of thin air. I’ll go with you.”

“Thank you. Even if there are some risky moments, don’t worry. I will protect you.”

There’s danger up there. Oh, come on. Would you rather have a tomb filled with undead, no matter how hard you try? it’s okay.”

Dude, the distribution got a little bigger.

Maeve turned to Philip this time as Ian pay attention to the sword at his waist.

“I have a favor for you too, Philip.”

“Yes, Sir. Say it.”

“You go with Ian.”

“What… ?”

Philip asked in a puzzled way.

While Ian’s eyebrows narrowed, Maeve’s words continued.

“No matter how much it is a request, it is precious… Ian, a witness and mercenary, cannot be sent alone. So I want you to assist Ian and be a notary public for what Ian is going through.”

“Ha, but sir. I have to serve you.”

“I have Miguel? Would you be my servant, Miguel?”

“Of course, sir.”

Miguel said with a grin.

Philip sighed as if speechless.

Ian, who looked at him with strange eyes, finally opened his mouth.

“I know what you mean. This quest is bound to be dangerous. I mean this guy could die. Will that be okay with you though?”

“….!”

Philip opened his eyes and looked back at Ian.

Maeve nodded.

“Philip is a worthy servant and a warrior. There will always be that kind of determination.”

“I understand that you will not be resentful even if something like this happens.”

“Sir… !”

As Ian spoke, Phillip looked back at Maeve.

she added sternly.

“There will be so much to learn from your journey with Ian, Philip. Be sincere and learn a lot.”

“…Alright.”

Philip finally nodded.

A really unpleasant expression.

Since there will only be two of us, what will you do? Are there two sides to you?

Maeve looked back at Ian, who was snorting inward.

“As of this moment, Ian, you will be my agent. Your thorough investigation of the ancient tree incident will definitely give you a whole picture of what happened. I hope you’ll come back alive.”

“No need to worry. What you should worry about is your own safety.”

Seeming to calm his fears, Ian chimed in coldly, his eyes narrowing.

“Don’t kill anyone, don’t reveal your true emotions. If you’re seeking revenge, you must be cautious. At least until I return.”

Maeve’s lower lip trembled as if she had been exposed. Ian continued.

“And you must stay alive to fulfill the value of the information I’ve obtained, right?”

After a pause, Maeve nodded

“Swear it. You won’t cause trouble until I come back.”

A peculiar silence settled once more.

“Have you shared all the important information now?”

It was, unexpectedly, Miguel who broke the tension.

“We might not see each other for a while. For one last…”

From his bag, he pulled out a tightly wrapped bundle.

“What do you think?”

It was a wine flask.

Despite going through chaos and not even breaking that, the main thing wasn’t that.

It was that Miguel had brought alcohol to the dungeon in the first place.

Ian was flabbergasted, to say the least. But instead of pointing that out, Ian looked at Maeve, who was contemplating the offer.

Finally, Maeve nodded.

“I don’t enjoy alcohol, but… I guess I want to drink today.”

“You thought well! We’ve crossed swords together, it’d be a shame to part without sharing a drink.”

The group shared the alcohol, joking and telling trivial stories, until they were drunk enough to fall asleep.

Without bringing up any more heavy topics, they enjoyed each other’s company and exchanged lighthearted banter.

Translator; ippo

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