I Became the Patron of Villains

75. The Pirate King of Raxas (2)

Tyrion looked at Deus in disbelief.

Anyone could see that he was a madman, having smashed the office door of the annex and walked in without hesitation.

So Tyrion tried to speak immediately, but…

“!”

He soon realized it was a meaningless act.

He could see the knights who should have been on standby for him lying in front of the smashed door.

A dumbfounded Tyrion looked at Deus Macallian with an expression of incomprehension.

“What on earth is this?”

“I just came to ask.”

“Ask what?”

“I heard you are framing Count Palatio. Is it true?”

Deus asked with his terrifying purple eyes flashing, and Tyrion momentarily closed his mouth.

‘What a murderous aura…!’

No matter how much of a scoundrel he was, he was fundamentally a knight.

He realized that the murderous aura he felt from Deus was not something intentionally scattered, but rather a natural emanation, and he was shocked but soon frowned.

“If so?”

“I would like you to withdraw your decision.”

Tyrion stared into his eyes at Deus’s words.

“Ha-“

He let out a hollow laugh.

“Why should I do that?”

“……”

Deus stared intently at Tyrion.

The subtle killing intent pressed down on him, but Tyrion soon grasped the situation and twisted his lips into a smile.

“More importantly, do you even know what you’re doing right now?”

“I just came to ask if you would reconsider.”

“Hah, you came to ask after doing something only rebels would do?”

Tyrion frowned as he spoke, and Deus replied.

“Let me tell you in advance, that will never happen.”

“……You’ve brought things to this point, and it won’t happen?”

“Yes. Of course, the palace could suddenly collapse, and the heir could be caught in an unfortunate accident and die.”

“?”

“But I will not start a rebellion.”

With an overly serious expression, Tyrion continued, wondering what the hell this guy was talking about.

“Are you threatening me right now?”

“I mean it literally. I have no intention of starting a rebellion or threatening you. However-“

“However?”

“I just mentioned that the heir could die due to the construction issues of this palace.”

“……”

That’s a threat, you b*stard, the words rose to his throat, but Tyrion had no choice but to keep his mouth shut.

Deus’s eyes were clearly those of someone speaking the truth.

‘This b*stard, he’s serious…!’

As cold sweat ran down his back, Deus spoke once more.

“So, can you reconsider?”

“And if I don’t?”

Thinking there was no way he would do something so absurd, he opened his mouth.

Upon hearing his answer, Deus.

“I see.”

Muttered as if something was regrettable.

With a light wave of his hand.

Crack-!

“!?”

A purple line began to spread throughout the entire palace.

Soon, as the lines intertwined like a spider’s web and filled the palace.

Crrrreeeak-!!

A sound that should never be heard in the grand palace began to echo.

“The crack in the 8th pillar, which has been there for 18 years, suddenly received a shock and collapsed-”

“!?”

Along with that, a voice that sounded like it was reading from a textbook echoed.

Looking at Tyrion with a very regretful expression, Deus, as if there were no more negotiations, hesitated not and clenched his fist.

“Wa-wait a momeeent-!!!”

“What is it?”

“I withdraw, I will withdraw!”

At Tyrion’s urgent cry, the palace, which had been shaking as if it were a lie, suddenly became quiet.

“……Now that I see it, it doesn’t seem to be a big problem.”

“…….”

At the following words, Tyrion, who had a look of ‘what kind of madman is this’, let out a deep sigh-

‘If I can just endure this situation somehow……!’

– He was secretly thinking that.

However, Deus, returning to his usual indifferent expression, opened his mouth.

“Then, you should adjust your words a bit.”

“What?”

“Let’s say that the reason I entered the palace so violently was because the successor harassed my younger sister.”

“…….”

Tyrion, who opened his mouth as if in disbelief at those words.

“Let’s do that.”

Soon nodded quietly.

From the beginning, Tyrion had no intention of meeting his demands.

‘If I can just get out of this situation, I’ll somehow deal with this b*stard……!’

Rather, he secretly planned to use this as an excuse to bring Deus down once he left, a sly smile creeping across his face.

“Ah, and just in case, if you have any other thoughts, it would be best to put them aside.”

Unfortunately, Tyrion’s malicious plan was thwarted by Deus’s next words.

“If you don’t want the fact that the successor is deeply connected with foreign organizations to spread.”

“…How, could…!”

It was bound to be frustrated.

For Tyrion, who still coveted the throne, it was a story that should never reach the ears of the king, let alone the palace.

Thus, with that.

“I trust you will make the right choice.”

Leaving his final words, Deus turned and left the palace as if he had nothing more to say.

Tyrion, left alone, stared blankly at the entrance.

“Arghhh-!!!!”

He screamed in anger, throwing the chair he was sitting on and smashing it to pieces.

About a day later.

…Rumors spread in the palace that the second prince had harassed Deus Macallian’s sister.

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Meanwhile, in Caliban.

Alon met with Line in Merd without the same difficulties as before and was able to have the emblem appraised, which was his original purpose.

“Here it is, godfather.”

“Thank you.”

“Rather, I should be the one thanking you, godfather,”

“I’m glad you’re so happy.”

Receiving the emblem from Line, Alon nodded in satisfaction as he watched her fiddle with the fountain pen and smile slightly.

‘If I had known she would be this happy, I would have bought it sooner.’

Seeing Line smile, even if only slightly, he thought anew.

‘Her expressions seem a bit richer than before, is it just my imagination?’

Perhaps it was because she seemed very happy at the moment, but for a moment, he thought about how her emotions were clearly expressed, unlike before.

Alon suddenly recalled the story he had heard earlier.

But soon shrugged his shoulders.

‘There’s no way Line would do that.’

At least in his judgment, Rine didn’t seem like the type to kill someone just because they insulted him.

‘…That can’t be true, right?’

Alon suddenly thought of the son of the Lord of Lartania.

After some time had passed.

“Then let’s get up a little earlier today.”

“Are you leaving already, godfather?”

“Yes, there’s something I need to move quickly for.”

Alon confirmed that the sun was still high in the sky and decided to part ways with Rine a bit earlier.

Since the curtain’s appraisal was over, there was no reason to stay in Lartania any longer.

As he was preparing to leave, Alon suddenly remembered something.

“Ah,”

He let out a low exclamation as if he had recalled something.

“What’s the matter, godfather?”

“Can you get me an artifact like this?”

After explaining what he needed, Rine thought for a moment and then nodded.

“Yes, I think I can get you that kind of artifact right away… Shall I?”

“Then please do.”

She moved quickly and soon brought a box containing the artifact he had mentioned.

“Here it is, godfather.”

“Thank you. How much do I owe you?”

“There’s no need to pay. It’s not that expensive to begin with. You can take it as a gift.”

Rine’s words.

Alon hesitated for a moment, then nodded as if he understood.

“Then I’ll gratefully accept it.”

“Yes, godfather. If you need anything else, please let me know anytime.”

“Thank you for your consideration.”

With that farewell to Rine, Alon concluded his short stay in Lartania and set off once again.

And.

As she watched Alon’s carriage fade into the distance, Rine looked at the Lord’s castle of Lartania beyond.

“…Not much time left.”

Quietly, he muttered.

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The fifth day since leaving Lartania.

With just about a day’s journey left to reach the port city of Raxas.

“……The sea.”

“It’s the sea……”

The sea was visible outside the window.

As he was absentmindedly muttering at the slowly emerging view of the sea beyond the forest.

“Stop-!”

A man cut in front of the carriage.

Wearing a pointed hat, a symbol of a wizard, and with an endlessly arrogant expression, a boy with blue hair spoke to Evan.

“Hey you, bring out some food.”

“?

Evan, bewildered by the boy who suddenly appeared in the middle of the forest and spoke informally.

Perhaps he didn’t like Evan’s confused expression.

“Can’t you hear me?”

The boy frowned and spoke even more arrogantly.

Hearing the voice from outside, Alon slightly poked his head out the window and looked at the boy blocking the carriage.

“Oh, are you the master? I was having trouble communicating with the servant, but this is perfect. Can you share some food?”

The boy, rather pleased, demanded food as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Alon, bewildered for a moment.

“……Who are you?”

At Alon’s question, the boy made a very triumphant expression and said.

“I am Felin, a third-rank wizard affiliated with the Blue Wizard’s Tower.”

He introduced himself in a very excited voice.

As if intoxicated by himself, Alon opened his mouth, and Felin became even more arrogant.

“As you may know, it’s rare to have the opportunity to be favored by a wizard. And now, you are facing that precious opportunity.”

“……Is that so?”

“Indeed! Though it’s a bit much to say it myself, I am a genius, if not as much as my sister.”

So buy my favor with food! Alon was thinking about what to do with this boy who spoke so confidently.

“Hey, Felin! I told you not to run off on your own!!”

A very familiar voice came from the bushes nearby.

A voice that, despite not hearing for quite a while, could be recognized instantly.

As Alon turned his head towards the bushes, Penia appeared.

“Do you really want to keep acting on your own? Do you need to get beaten up to come to your senses!?”

Penia, who was venting her frustration at Felin, suddenly-

“…Huh?”

-turned to see Alon sticking his head out of the carriage window, and froze in place.

“Don’t worry, sister, we’ll be able to share the food soon-“

At that moment, Felin, oblivious to the situation, opened his mouth.

Crack-!

“Argh!?”

Penia’s eyes widened, and she struck Felin’s head with her staff at lightning speed.

Felin fell to the ground.

And then.

“I’m, I’m sorryyyy-!!!”

Penia, now bowing down to the ground, apologized profusely.

“…”

“…?”

Alon and Evan could only stare in bewilderment.

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