I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

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A shabby pawn shop with worn-out furniture.

“Uh… uh….”

Bradley, tied up with his arms and legs on a chair in a corner, struggled awkwardly.

With a bridle in his mouth and a dusty bag flipped over his head, he looked pitiful.

“Your choice of location is excellent.”

As he entered, Ian confirmed the sight.

This house was located on the outskirts of Plankton Village, even further out.

Without the guidance of Paton and Yukson, it would have been difficult to find.

Declan, who had been leaning against the wall, smiled.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t do that part alone. This place is where the governor enjoys secret meetings with the government. I just waited.”

He approached Bradley.

As soon as Bradley heard his voice, he stopped struggling.

Declan took off his bag.

“Nice to meet you, Bradley.”

“What…! What is this? Where’s Rose?”

As the bridle was removed, Bradley, spitting out saliva, exclaimed in frustration.

Declan shrugged.

“She’s probably sleeping at home.”

“What kind of trap is this…? Can you handle it if the master finds out?”

“That’s my concern. Bradley, you should worry about yourself first. Unfortunately, it’s not me who has duties for you today.”

“What…?”

Bradley finally turned to Ian and Philip, who had been watching since their entrance.

He now realized that Ian and Philip were not Declan’s subordinates.

Ian smiled.

“We finally meet, Bradley.”

“…Who are you? I’ve never seen you before.”

Bradley widened his eyes.

Ian stepped forward, pulling a badge from his pocket, and approached Bradley.

“That’s right. I’ve never seen you either. But I know you well, don’t you think?”

“What nonsense… …!”

With the badge confirmed, Bradley’s eyes widened.

“Where did you get this…?”

“A ghost gave it to me. He asked me to release his grudge. He wants me to find the one buried beneath the ancient tree, the one who killed him.”

“Ancient tree? I don’t know anything about that—”

Ian grabbed Bradley’s sharp jaw.

Ian’s smile vanished as if washed away.

Black mineral eyes.

“This is your last warning. I won’t ask again.”

Ian looked down at Bradley’s bound hand on the armrest and asked.

“Under whose orders did you sacrifice these people?”

“Ancient tree? Sacrifice? What nonsense… Aaargh!”

Bradley yelled as Ian released his jaw.

Ian gripped Bradley’s finger.

“Whose orders was it?”

“You… you bastard…! Do you know who I am—”

This time, Ian snapped Bradley’s little finger.

Bradley screamed and glared at Declan with bloodshot eyes.

“I knew you were lowly and foolish. To fall for this bullshit and do crazy things- Aaah!”

Another broken finger.

Despite shouting and screaming, no one came to the house.

It was also a place where people barely come.

It was thanks to Paton and Yukson leading the gang and blocking the road to prevent anyone from approaching.

“Don’t think it will end with your fingers. Toes, ears, nose, eyes… There are many places to break, and breaking it doesn’t mean it won’t be cut. Of course you won’t even pass out, and you’ll feel everything alive. I vouch for it.”

Ian, who spoke in a low voice, looked at Bradley again, who was dripping with tears, runny nose, and even drool.

“Whose orders?”

“It… It was the Master!.”

When Ian grabbed Bradley’s finger, he vomited the words.

“The Master gave the order.”

Ian’s hand stopped.

“Mason Burchard? Why would the master give such an order?”

“I don’t know… ugh…!”

His left little finger snapped this time.

Bradley vomited.

“Damn…! I said we should block the path. If we block just one path from Agellan to Orundel, we can gain a strategic advantage!”

“Strategic advantage…?”

Declan’s smile, which had been watching like a play, froze for a moment.

Ian’s gaze signaled Declan to intervene.

“Does the Marquis know about this?”

“Of course… It was what his excellency the Marquis wanted. He said the time is near.”

“The time is near… .”

“That’s really all I heard. I mean, I was just following orders! If it’s for the glory of Orundel, the sacrifice of those lowly lives is nothing!”

Bradley said with a blood clot in his mouth.

One corner of Ian’s mouth curled up.

“Of course. With war imminent, sacrifices are necessary to achieve great goals. Especially if it’s about independence and founding a nation.”

“I understand. Dammit… I didn’t want to, but someone had to do it. And it had to be me.”

“Perfectly fitting answer. It’s almost like you were prepared for when this came out.”

Ian’s voice sank.

“Well, if you want to keep the fact that you’re a fallen hidden, this level is necessary.”

“……!”

Bradley’s eyebrows twitched for a moment.

He never imagined such words would come out.

Of course, that was only for a moment.

With a naturally furrowed brow, he asked,

“Fallen? What nonsense is this…? Aaargh!”

Another broken finger.

“I already knew that you were a fallen one. Don’t bother with this bad acting. Your lord from the beginning has been a fallen one, so how can you, his son’s servant, be innocent? Now, let’s start again.”

Ian’s voice chilled.

“What were you promised as a condition to join them? Immortality? Power? Authority?”

Bradley’s eyes shook uncontrollably.

Ian was sure he knew everything.

When Ian gripped Bradley’s index finger for a moment, Bradley suddenly spoke.

“How did you know? Are there others who know this besides you?”

“Well… Actually, I didn’t know everything.”

“What…?”

“All I knew was that the governor you serve had become a fallen one. Now it’s certain that Marquis Burchard has also become a fallen one.”

Ian snapped his fingers.

“Thanks to the proof you just provided.”

“This… This is… You bastard…!”

Bradley’s face turned red.

Ian put the bridle back on Bradley’s mouth.

“As a reward for your cooperation, I’ll send you off now. It’s better not to move. If you want to die comfortably at once…”

“Ugh…!”

Ian drew his Sword of Condemnation.

Bradley’s eyes looked as if they were about to pop out.

“Wait a moment.”

Declan’s voice echoed.

As the conversation continued, his face, which had been stiffening more and more, now even looked bewildered.

This was because he could no longer follow the context of the conversation from a certain point on.

“I wouldn’t object to killing, but it seems like explaining things properly to me should come first.”

Declan, who was blocking Bradley’s path, said as he looked at Ian with eyes devoid of amusement.

“Ancient tree, rebellion, followed by independence, and now a fallen one. What is all this talk? Are you saying that my father is dreaming of rebellion against the kingdom and has even gone so far as to become a fallen one?”

“That’s right.”

“What in the world is this nonsense-“

“You haven’t completely cleared yourself of all charges yet. So, well…”

Ian suddenly stopped speaking.

A faint smirk finally appeared on his lips that had been slightly tightened.

“Right. It wasn’t just a promise you received.”

“What…?”

A muffled sound echoed from behind Declan, who was still staring in confusion.

It was the sound of the chair that had bound Bradley breaking.

Thunk, thud, thud-thud-

A gruesome sound that seemed like bones breaking followed.

As shadows began to rise above Declan’s head, Ian, who had rushed towards him like a crescent moon, pulled him backwards over his shoulder.

“Protect the young master, Philip.”

A calm voice that contrasted with the action.

Philip grabbed Declan’s arm, which was trying to collapse to the ground, and said,

“Stay behind me.”

Suddenly, he drew his sword and faced backwards.

Without retorting, Declan turned around.

His eyes widened as he looked back without saying anything.

Thunk, thud- Thuddd-

It was because of the sight of Bradley’s figure transforming into an eerie shape.

His muscles were growing as if proliferating, revealing red flesh torn between the expanding skin.

Bradley’s angular face contorted like a tumor, buried within the growing muscles.

Thorn-like protrusions, resembling arthropod exoskeletons, pierced through his shoulders and sides.

Shing-

Amidst the transformation of Bradley’s figure, Ian leaped above.

The Sword of Condemnation in his hand drew a sharp trajectory as it fell.

Quash-!

A protrusion on Bradley’s shoulder blocked Ian’s sword. It had penetrated more than half of its length, but it hadn’t been completely severed.

Bradley’s eye, bloodshot as if about to burst, traced the trajectory of the sword.

“A feeble strike… heh… hehe.”

An eerie voice mixed with a curse.

A triumphant expression appeared on Bradley’s distorted face.

“So this is… power… heh… hehehe. I was foolish… to fear not being able to return to my original form even in the face of such overwhelming power…”

“Am I being treated like a transparent human, you muscle-bound brat?”

Ian, gripping the hilt, retorted, suspended on the protrusion.

Bradley’s smile deepened.

“That’s not… heh, heh. You can move… It’s not like I’ll let you off easily…”

“Your last words are lacking in imagination.”

Ian’s arm, gripping the hilt, tightened. A blue light akin to flames spread down the thorns.

Bradley’s eyes widened.

His eyeballs popped out towards the front.

“Divine…? Divine power…?”

“That’s too cliché as well.”

Ian, holding the hilt, spat out. He swung the sword with all his might.

Bang! Thud!

Divine power exploded like a flash, blue trails slicing through Bradley’s body as it fell.

Ian, sword now lowered, landed on one knee.

“Ugh… ah… aaargh…”

Bradley, split from shoulder to groin, let out a scream as he collapsed to the sides, pain and terror mingling on his face.

With his face splattered with blood, Ian, pretending not to notice, began wiping it off.

Declan is watching everything with a bewildered face.

Bradley’s severed head rolled at his feet.

Declan, who had been staring at Bradley’s head, which was absolutely not human, looked at Ian again.

“You… What… What is your true identity? Are you really just a mercenary who came to solve a request?”

Ian’s gaze, which was about to say something, suddenly turned to Philip.

Philip took a step forward.

He sighed resolutely.

“This is my role.”

“… Do whatever you want.”

“Let me introduce him properly.”

Meanwhile, Philip, while recovering the sword gracefully, began to speak politely.

“A swamp dragon hunter. Resolver of Balcray. Executioner of the Werewolf, Ancient tree, and the headless knight. The purifier of Graveyard Forest’s ordeal, and also the official agent of the apostle of Tyr’En, an enforcer of the southern border, and the official representative of Agellan, Sir Maeve Liurel. This is Sir Ian Hoff.”

“…?”

Stunned and open-mouthed, Declan couldn’t even respond.

Philip, his hand on his chest, gave a slight bow and also formally introduced himself.

“I am Philip, a servant serving the master.”

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