I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

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“Damn it all…”

Miguel sighed in frustration.

His gaze was fixed on the back of Ian, who was blocking the corridor alone.

Until now, not a single undead had managed to pass him, but honestly, he looked as if he could be swept away and disappear at any moment.

“Clearly, that’s a crazy thing to do. We have to go and help…!”

Philip couldn’t hold back and spoke up.

Miguel’s tightly pressed lips suddenly relaxed.

“It’s our duty to protect Sir.”

“But—”

“Forgot the orders? It won’t be of much help if we join. It’s better to stay behind and at least make Ian feel a bit more at ease.”

Philip fell silent, his protests stifled.

While he had managed to stop him, in truth, Miguel was also anxious.

The undead seemed endless, and no matter how strong Ian was, he couldn’t fight forever.

Miguel instinctively tapped his ankle.

‘Darn it, doesn’t seem like it’ll work here.’

But if the worst comes to worst, it would be a last stand.

A moment passed as he continued to wrestle with his inner conflict, alternating glances between Ian and Maeve.

“…!”

Finally, Miguel’s eyes lit up.

It was because the divine power attached to Maeve’s body had seeped into her armor.

Her shoulders, frozen like a statue, began to stir slowly.

Miguel couldn’t hold back.

“Are you back to your senses, Sir?”

Maeve raised her head.

Before she could say anything, Miguel continued.

“After you entered into prayer, a spell circuit called Order Circle started working! Undead began to burst out all around!”

“So, where’s Ian?”

“That’s what I was trying to tell you!”

Miguel pointed toward the corridor.

“Ian is holding off the undead by himself!”

“We received orders to guard you.”

Philip interjected.

Maeve’s gaze toward the corridor lost its intensity.

“I see.”

She stood up suddenly.

With a swift motion, her sword spun around, the blade’s tip caught in her grip.

“I’ll clear the way.”

With a clang, Maeve pulled down her face veil and charged forward.

Her armor seemed weightless, moving at incredible speed.

Her reversed grip on the sword was locked in her hand, and then she charged forward with determination.

“Ian! Clear the way!”

Ian turned to look back.

“…You’re too late.”

He said with a breathy voice and stepped aside.

Maeve rushed past him.

As she did, a faint blue light emanated from her entire body, radiating with divine power.

Her charge only accelerated as the undead drew near.

Crash-!

The skeletons that collided with Maeve were shattered into pieces.

In an instant, Maeve had torn through the horde, leaving destruction in her wake.

Despite not aiming for their heads, the undead’s empty eye sockets shattered.

Even a small amount of divine power was lethal to the undead.

Maeve didn’t stop her assault.

She utilized the centrifugal force from her spinning sword to pivot her body and swing it down with even greater force.

Crack-!

Two fists were lodged in the head of the ghoul, who survived both attacks.

The undead also tried to counterattack by charging like beasts.

Neither a broken sword nor a fingernail could scratch her armor.

A very small amount of divine power is gnawed away by it.

There were even those who were destroyed by touching the subject attacked with divine power.

“Seeing it makes me feel deprived… .”

Ian, who was watching from behind, finally let out a laugh.

Great fighting power, but he couldn’t just stay put.

One of Maeve’s weaknesses was that she lacked stamina, and her divine power didn’t seem to be spared either.

As Maeve missed a skull that was left behind, Ian followed behind her.

Maeve naturally leaned back against him, and her movements became more daring.

She trusted that he could handle any stragglers she missed.

Their advance gained momentum in an instant.

Through the passage, into a slightly smaller chamber.

And then to another chamber beyond that.

Their swift advance came to a halt as they reached a downhill path leading deeper into the underground.

Krrrk-

Sudden stone walls shot up and blocked the passage.

“Phew, hoo…”

Maeve’s gaze shifted from the ancient script on the stone wall to Ian.

Ian shrugged his shoulders.

Only then did Maeve raise her sword.

Maeve turned to Ian, who was leaning against the wall with his mace, and spoke.

“Are you not surprised, Ian?”

He nonchalantly replied.

“I believe in you not being surprised. That’s all.”

He sighed inwardly but didn’t bother explaining the specifics, like the furious Dark Mage or the patterns that existed in the game.

He simply shrugged his shoulders.

“At least things have gotten easier this way.”

That was all he said.

Maeve’s head turned to him, and she sat down beside him.

Miguel hesitated and then sat down heavily.

Philip, who sat beside him, wore a heavy expression as well.

Not fighting didn’t mean they weren’t exhausted.

The power of darkness and the magic circuit’s energy had already worn at their minds just from facing them.

Confronting the tide of undead was also a continuous source of stress.

That was why many who fought against demons often went mad or succumbed to darkness.

“Since when has the Demonic’s Realm been like this?”

Ian suddenly asked.

Maeve rested her hand on her breastplate.

This was where the tainted bead resided.

“It’s simply resonating. It’s been silent since the Divine Mark fell silent.”

“Has your connection with the gods been completely severed?”

“Yes.”

“Then be cautious. You don’t know when it might try to swallow you.”

“I’m aware. Don’t worry.”

Maeve’s gaze wandered, then fixed on the scattered remains of the undead around them.

“It’s really incomprehensible. Such a massive force and they were hiding underground the whole time.”

Why was everyone so curious about that?

Ian sighed and spoke without thinking.

“Because this is the Demonic’s Realm. It’s only possible to have such a force here. They wouldn’t be able to sustain it outside. Not yet.”

Setting aside where they were getting this much energy from, it was clear that the spell circuit supplied energy to the mist and the undead horde.

Philip, who was listening, asked.

“So, are you saying that the Demonic’s Realm makes the Dark Mage even stronger?”

“That’s why demons and fallen beings create a Demonic’s Realm. Like a spider weaving a web. They create a small world for themselves.”

Of course, the Demonic’s Realm created by higher-level fallen beings and demons couldn’t be compared to a mere underground grave like this.

Maeve nodded in agreement.

“It was accumulating strength here. Planting the bead was a preparation for when it would emerge in the world. …There might have been an evil that could overturn the kingdom that could be born.”

Translator; ippo

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