Team villains except me

Huett watched helplessly as the four waiters carried him to the long table.

He couldn't move, but his consciousness slowly came to him.

With his head tilted to one side due to gravity, he saw his mother.

She is flirting with a man.

She doesn't feel guilty at all.

Not at all.

Hugh stared at her intently.

He was more angry than sad.

Anger at being forced into this situation.

His eyes were too intense, and the princess, who had already put her hand on the man's leg, finally noticed her drugged son.

She let out a cry of surprise at Hugher's eyes.

Facing the gentle questioning of the men around her, she nodded at the corners of her eyes while holding the silk veil.

She called in the butler.

"Can you let him close his eyes? It's very uncomfortable for him to open his eyes. As a mother, I feel distressed when I see it."

The housekeeper bowed slightly and agreed to the request.

Huett was artificially closed his eyes.

In this case, he is extremely disturbed by the darkness.

He wanted to open his eyes, but the medicine took effect and he lost control of his body.

He was not afraid of death, the only destiny, but now he has someone who cares.

He doesn't want to die.

He can't die yet.

At least not in such a posture——

Danger is approaching.

Hught's dress was pulled away.

The coolness is wrapped in a shocking coldness.

His heart was exposed to the air, and he felt that his heart was beating so fast, more vigorous than himself, proving that he was still alive.

Closed eyes made him more sensitive to sound.

He could hear the panting of the waiter near him, the emotionless response from the butler, the anticipation of his blood...

And his mother's joking response to the men.

Her voice hit his nerves.

One thing he liked very much when he was a child was the soft hand of his mother when he was eight or nine years old. She would touch his face with sticky love in her eyes.

He was too young to tell if that was masked disgust or an interpretation of desire.

Mother took the dagger and swung it at his heart one summer afternoon.No one died, no one was in his hands, he stood where he was and didn't back down, he thought his mother was just joking.

Then came today.

He was lying on the white table without any accident, and the dagger hit his heart.

really.In the bright afternoon sun, she actually waved her hand.The dagger dug into his flesh and blood, and he only felt the pain now.

Huett felt a fine pain, seeping down bit by bit.

It is a knife with a thin blade.

It was slowly sinking into his skin.

His blood trickled down, and the porcelain bowl stuck to his ribs catches the blood.

It hurts him.

Even the nerves contracted in bursts.He is afraid of pain.

He felt like a bag of blood without a mind of his own and without dignity.

Or a roast chicken, stew, or steak.

He began to tremble in pain.

Shaking physically.

Huett had a real sense of death.

Today, he could really die on this pure white lace tablecloth.

Huett thought he was going to burn them all.

No one can get his heart.

Nobody can.

White lace tablecloths blazed amidst the screaming and running of guests.

Hught's blood turned into an unquenchable karmic fire, burning to the waiter who cut Hught.

Huett heard the waiter's miserable screams.

He is a little happy.

Why don't you kill him with a blunt knife, so that the blood will splash and he can turn this area into a sea of ​​flames.

Do not live.

Including his biological mother.

"Your Royal Highness, your abilities are astonishing, but they are quite stupid—and wasteful. You have to be clear, we have already paid you, and you have no right to dispose of your body."

The butler's words were close at hand, and Huett could feel that the fire was extinguished.

They found the magician who suppressed him and imprisoned him layer by layer.

Hugh wanted to laugh.

But he couldn't laugh.

Turning blood into flames was his last counterattack.

It was also his last attempt to get out alive.

His life was cut off.

He is preparing for his glorious death.

The moment they dug out his heart, the manor would be turned into black ash in the explosion-he would lead these people to hell.

Every bone and every piece of his flesh and blood will turn into explosive sparks.

He thought tenderly that his team members would never find him.

He just disappeared for no reason.

Ellit and Fiana will definitely scold him.

His beloved half-merman will explain it to him, he must be involuntary, or have some difficulties.

They should be looking for him.

All over the continent, I searched hard for him.

They'll ask, has anyone ever seen a mad prince with red hair.

His name is Huett Remiaz and he is their captain.

is their friend.

It's so hard.Still don't look for him.

Live well, play, graduate, forget about him.

"...Hught."

Hugh thought numbly, it turned out that the pain would cause hallucinations.

He heard Dooku's voice.

Why Dooku's voice?

It's Dooku's voice too.

With a voice to accompany him to die, he would not be so alone.

"...Give us back our prince!"

Huett's heart trembled.

It was Erin's voice.

Not close, but exceptionally clear in the crowd.

Isn't it... hallucination?

"Ahhh! Those flowers are moving, they are biting!"

"Steward! Steward! Get them out! Ah! My leg! My leg is frozen! Come and save me!"

"My lord, my lord, please, don't kill me, I'm just here to see, I don't want to drink that prince's blood at all, I'm just here to join in the fun—"

"My god! You are so beautiful...everything you say is the ideal that I pursue all my life...you want me to die? Yes, I will die now."

"My face! My face! That damn woman scratched my face with her claws! Ugh..."

Huett listened dimly.

He seemed to be alive again.

his teammates.

They are coming.

to rescue him.

Piece him whole from the cold burning lonely desert and dead souls.

The waiter fled in panic.

His wound was slowly drying.

In the chaos, he was picked up by the housekeeper and held a knife to his neck.

He heard the steward's trembling voice.

"If you want him to live, don't move! Leave!"