I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

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The room, which had fallen into silence once again, was disrupted by the sudden rise of Paton, who had stood up from his seat.

“Bring all my money, you bastards! Brother, thank you! Thanks to you, I hit the jackpot!”

Paton’s shout set off a wave of cheers and excitement.

The mercenaries who had gathered everywhere swarmed around Ian and Phillip.

“How did you do it? Oil. Was it oil?”

“Did you really break through with a hammer? I bet on that.”

“Killing that thing for real! Amazing! How did you do it?!”

Amidst the pouring questions and cheers, Ian’s expression gradually tightened.

Phillip was the same.

While the reactions were understandable, it wasn’t the right time to discuss this matter with urine and feces all over them.

Around the time discomfort began to creep into Ian’s gaze.

“Pipe down, you crazy bastards! Can’t you see the atmosphere here? I’ll buy you all a round of beer, so have that instead!”

Paton who just won a big sum thanks to Ian’s actions, beat the mercenaries.

He exchanged a good-natured laugh with Ian, who looked at him.

“I heard you asked for bathwater. They said it’ll be ready when you get in. It’s not a joke about the smell.”

“…One barrel of water won’t be enough.”

“I’ll tell the waitress when she comes back. Thanks to you, we’re going to have a good month off, so we should help out a bit.”

After nodding his head, Ian walked away, and Phillip, who was muttering curses, followed behind.

In a corner of the inn, where a new round of alcohol and festivities was underway.

Paton, who watched the two’s receding figures, mumbled quietly to himself.

“Amazing guys seem to be pouring in… I need to hurry and bring the young master.”

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Ippotranslation

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The captain of the guards left with the four-eyed crocodile’s head, leaving a message that the bounty would be paid within three days.

Ian concluded the aftermath neatly.

He didn’t forget to send stonemasons to repair the slightly, very slightly, damaged underground waterway during the battle with the crocodile’s battle.

It was to prevent any possible tails from being caught.

He didn’t want to create a situation where he clashed with the Lord of Orundel before unveiling the truth of the ancient water incident.

“I think one experience like this is more than enough. I could never do it again.”

Seated across from each other, Phillip mumbled with a somber expression.

He barely touched the food in front of him.

“I agree.”

Ian nodded as well.

After washing my body three times and changing all my clothes, the smell of ammonia still seemed to linger. Even though I had cleaned and dried the equipment I brought with me, I didn’t feel completely clean. Anyway, the way they were treated had dramatically changed.

Rather than the guarded glances from last night, everyone either nodded their heads or raised their glasses whenever their eyes brushed past us.

For Ian, this was a familiar change. In the world of mercenaries, appearances and skills were everything.

From now on, no one would question their actions or even start a fight.

“May I have a moment of your time?”

Ian turned to the approaching man.

The man who had beaten the mercenaries last night. Behind him stood a young man who looked quite refined and was unfamiliar.

Ian nodded his head.

“If you could get straight to the point.”

“Ha-ha. Your temperament matches your skills. Nice to meet you. I’m Paton.”

With a smile, Paton took a seat where nobody had sat before.

“I’m Ian.”

“Philip.”

Philip, who looked at the young man behind Paton as if he was annoyed, nodded as well.

“I have never heard of people with these skills. Strange. What is your place of origin, by any chance?”

“Swampland.”

“Ehh… ? Haha. You don’t want to tell me. Got it. Then where were you working before? Judging by your skills, you must have made a name for yourselves wherever you worked.”

“If you’re going to do such an investigation-”

Paton, who had been speaking, closed his mouth at Ian’s gaze.

Ian looked at Paton.

“I think it is enough to prove that I am not a criminal. Get the main idea out. not that one… .”

His gaze turned to the young man standing behind Paton.

“The person who has something to say, directly.”

“….!”

As Paton looked surprised, Phillip’s eyebrows narrowed even more.

Ian shook his head.

“So, is this why a nobleman is imitating the appearance of a commoner? Or rather, a thug from the slums?”

“….?!”

Only then did Philip open his eyes.

It was then the young man who had been standing respectfully let out an embarrassing smile.

“Even though I didn’t know I’d be caught, it seems my acting wasn’t that convincing, huh?”

“Such advice might be hard to follow, but you should consider getting a few scars on your face or the back of your hands if you want to imitate a seasoned mercenary like us.”

“That’s excellent advice, but it might be difficult. After all, this face is my asset.”

“I apologize, my lord. We’ve been exposed.”

Paton stood up. Declan smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

“Are you okay? From the looks of it, it seems like you could not be fooled from the start.”

Declan took Patton’s place.

He looked at Ian with a smile.

“I apologize for the rudeness. Considering how dangerous some of the people with backgrounds like yours are among the mercenaries, some form of verification was necessary. After all, I’m a brawler in the Kalbriam Guards, haha.”

A tone closer to a commoner than a noble.

Ian nodded in agreement.

“I understand. Your apology is accepted.”

“Thank you. They call me Declan Burchard.”

“Burchard, you say…”

Philip’s mouth hung open.

Ian looked at Declan without a trace of surprise.

“You’re the lord’s son, I presume. Why would someone of your status be interested in confirming the identity of mere mercenaries like us?”

“Please don’t mind. You see, I’m in charge of overseeing the mercenaries in this city. Besides, you all are especially skilled.”

Ian nodded.

Somehow, it was too peaceful for a swarm of mercenaries.

I thought it was like this in the game, but I couldn’t figure it out that far.

In fact, there were many additional settings related to the story that he did not know or changed.

“It’s amazing that you’re taking on such a hard job. Please forgive my earlier rudeness.”

Declan said politely.

Philip sighed.

“I’m not a mere worker, so taking on this responsibility suits me. I’m a mercenery, after all.”

“Got it. I understand your position.”

“So, are you convinced of my status? Do you need more evidence?”

Ian asked casually.

Declan shook his head.

“No, it seems unnecessary. Of course, there’s no need to verify your skills either. Let’s skip to the main topic. Would you be interested in working under me?”

Declan Burchard looked back and forth between Ian and Philip.

Philip glanced at Ian, who nodded.

“We’re willing to listen.”

“Good. How about the two of you join my team?”

“…”

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