I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

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“Oh no, not this…”

Miguel, poking his head out and looking back, sighed in lamentation.

His gaze turned back to Ian.

“Sir, I have to ask you something urgent. When are you going to use that…? Even if you’re my lord, a sword alone won’t be enough…”

“At least not now.”

Ian added without taking his eyes off the cavalry.

“How long until we reach the river?”

“Ten minutes…? Maybe a little faster.”

“Get to the bridge somehow.”

“And then?”

“…We’ll have to kill them.”

How? Even Ian hadn’t thought that far ahead.

Everything had happened too abruptly to make detailed plans, and there were too many variables.

But one thing was certain – using magic here would do no good.

If the trackers fled here, there would be no way to catch them, and the next time they would surely prepare thoroughly to deal with a mage.

The fact that he was a mage would also be revealed to the high ranks of the Empire.

At this point, before even setting foot in the Empire, he had no intention of exposing his identity to the Empire’s mighty high ranks.

So magic would have to wait until after crossing the river.

And those who knew he was a mage would all have to die.

“Understood. Then somehow… oh no.”

Miguel, who had been whipping the reins, frowned.

The carriage was starting to slow down. The magic stones on the carriage were flickering.

“Of all times… Buy me some time.”

Uttering those words, Miguel precariously climbed onto the back of the running horse.

The magic stones had to be manually replaced one by one.

“Easier said than done…”

Even as he muttered, Ian moved behind the carriage.

Luci, who had been huddled in a corner with her robe pulled over her head, looked at him.

What’s there to be sorry about or make a fuss over?

Ian snorted derisively and kicked the top rear compartment with the weight of his sword.

The wooden board that many had stepped on and made creak fell off.

The board that had been added in the recent extension.

Still, Miguel’s back was not yet visible from outside.

Ian quickly climbed onto the lowered compartment.

After testing its durability by shifting his weight, he finally looked at the Empire’s cavalrymen who had caught up with Hiram’s cavalry.

Black armor and helmets. Magical armor.

The difference from the ones he had encountered before finally became clear.

The intricate joining of metal plates and chains was the same, but there were no magic stones embedded anywhere.

‘Right. No matter how mighty the Empire’s high ranks, they can’t provide magical equipment to every guard.’

Artificially produced magical equipment was, of course, extremely expensive.

Just have to be careful of the ones with magic stones embedded in their armor.

Thinking this, Ian gripped the Sword of Condemnation demonstratively.

The Sword of Condemnation was splotched with blood and grease, but still sharp.

“…?”

Then, someone came forward from among the cavalrymen.

A large build and a bald head.

It was the one with an ancient script tattooed under one eye.

The magic stones embedded in his armor and magical armor, and the large double-bladed axe on his back, glistened.

Ian reached behind with his left hand and drew four throwing daggers from his espace.

He inserted three of them into the empty dagger sheaths on his chest band, and gripped the last one backhanded as he looked at the man.

“Well, you’ve got quite a fierce look in your eye.”

The bald man smiled as he spoke, tilting his chin as he added,

“I’m Oleg. A comrade of Kyle and Kenneth, whom you killed.”

“Did you come to follow your dead comrades?”

Ian spat out.

He didn’t particularly want to exchange words, but he had to say something to buy time.

With the carriage slowing down, the bastard could catch up anytime if he wanted to.

“No intention of that. Nor do I particularly want revenge for those dead guys. Killing you isn’t my role either. But…”

He took out a bent piece of metal from his waist, shaped like the letter ‘C’.

Black engravings could be glimpsed on its surface.

…Is that a boomerang?

Ian frowned, and at that moment,

“I would like to have a taste too.”

Simultaneously, the man flicked his wrist holding the boomerang.

The result was not light.

Woooosh-!

The next moment, the boomerang was spinning like a silver disc right at Ian’s face.

“…!”

Clang-!

Ian frantically batted away the boomerang. To make matters worse, he hadn’t even put up a deflecting barrier.

The deflected boomerang curved through the air and returned straight to Oleg’s hand.

A goddamn magical boomerang, huh?

“Haha! Not a bad greeting, eh?”

Oleg smiled and flicked his wrist again.

This time, he wasn’t aiming at Ian.

“…!”

Ian’s eyes widened as he saw the boomerang curve past the side of the carriage.

His body moved before his mind did.

Chang-!

The dagger he threw collided with the boomerang. The boomerang’s trajectory bent and it embedded itself in the ground.

‘It really does hit its mark.’

As Ian blinked, Oleg’s exclamation followed.

“To deflect that… Haha! You probably don’t realize how many gold coins worth you just swatted away!”

It was almost a pure tone of admiration.

What an annoying bastard.

Clicking his tongue, Ian looked ahead again, his brow furrowing immediately.

Another rider was catching up to Oleg at a furious speed.

Black fur. A face reminiscent of a feline. It was Charlotte.

“I told you not to touch him, didn’t I?”

She glared at Oleg as if to kill him, then looked up at Ian.

Her orange eyes narrowed slightly for a moment.

“…!”

Charlotte sprang up from the saddle.

In her raised hands were twin blades shaped like fangs.

“Such a crazy…?”

The moment Ian crossed his sword and dagger, and Charlotte struck him was almost simultaneous.

Quajangchang-

Ian, who was pressed down by her, was thrown back and crashed into the rear footboard.

The crossed swords were barely blocking her arms.

‘What kind of strength is this…?’

As Ian gritted his teeth,

Charlotte, who had been looking down at him with calmly rippling eyes, licked her lips.

“I’ll say it in advance. You’re mine.”

“…Ha.”

Another crazy woman.

The moment a wry smile spread across Ian’s face,

Pung-!

With a small explosion, Charlotte’s face tilted to the side.

In that gap, Ian kicked her stomach.

A heavy weight. Without even frowning, Charlotte backed away and looked back at Luci, who was glaring at her from the corner.

“I’m not interested in you, so just stay crumpled up, brat.”

“You should be?”

Luci spat out, raising her hand holding a dagger from under her robe.

The dagger was not aimed at Charlotte.

“If you don’t get down right now, I’ll commit suicide.”

Holding the dagger in front of her neck, Luci said.

“What?! Are you out of your mind? Put that down right now!”

Miguel, who had been whinnying on the horse, let out a cry of shock.

Charlotte frowned.

“That’s not going to be easy.”

“I’m confident I can do it in one shot.”

Luci calmly added.

Her serene green eyes settled.

“…Is this why Larmuth covets you?”

Charlotte murmured, looking at Ian.

“Shouldn’t you stop her? Your employer says she’ll die.”

“Charlotte! Get down here now!”

Amid Oleg’s shouts, Ian shrugged.

“I’m the kind who guarantees freedom of choice. Don’t worry, Luci. I’ll make sure you get your revenge.”

Looking back at Luci, he added,

“Not only the upper ranks, but all of Larmuth too, I’ll kill them all for you.”

“Ha…!”

Charlotte let out a short laugh.

With a growling breath, her face cooled as if she had never laughed, and she said,

“It won’t work twice, brat. If you interfere again, I’ll kill you with my own hands. I don’t care what happens to you. I’m just retreating because my labor pains are broken. So…”

Glaring at Charlotte, she looked back at Ian.

“Let’s fight it out next time, Ian.”

“…If you wish.”

Leaping back and retrieving her sword, Charlotte landed on the partition.

The tail armor with claw-like blades swayed above her head.

After looking at Ian for a moment, Charlotte jumped off the back of the carriage.

‘Does she enjoy hunting alone too…. Just like in the game, the Sovereigns truly aren’t in their right minds.’

Ian swallowed his wry smile.

In the game, the Sovereigns were very rare beings.

Sovereign mercenaries were especially so.

Basically, they had very high stats, and they shared the trait of not following orders well.

They even had a feral trait that gave them stat bonuses the longer the battle lasted.

It meant that if they could be made to obey, they would be of considerable help in the game.

But making them obey was no easy task….

“…Put the knife down.”

Meeting Luci’s gaze, Ian said.

Luci, who had been holding the knife to her neck, finally lowered her arm.

“That was a good threat. Well done.”

“It wasn’t a threat.”

“I know. So don’t ever do that again, unless you want to be confiscated.”

Ian added coldly, quickly casting a rotating barrier and climbing onto the partition.

There was no sign of Charlotte.

The black knights approaching the carriage quickly kept their distance.

Oleg said admiringly,

“Impressive. I’ve rarely seen Charlotte fail on the first attempt.”

Ian just shrugged.

It was then that the carriage picked up speed again.

Quickly running after the receding rear of the carriage, Oleg shouted,

“Hey. You’re bound to fail anyway. The only reason I’m so relaxed now is because I know I can catch you anytime I want.”

Shrugging, he added,

“Of course, there might be some casualties in the process.”

“So, what are you trying to say?”

Ian looked back slightly and asked.

Oleg smiled.

“Let’s not shed any more unnecessary blood. Surrender. In return, I’ll give you double the pay you were promised. And work for the upper echelons of the Scale. With your skills, even the Grand Master would be pleased.”

A wolverine sits inside a mountain-sized body.

Contrary to his thoughts, Ian pondered for a moment with a pensive expression.

“Not a bad offer. But paying double the pay would be no easy feat, would it?”

“Ha. No matter how much, it would be pocket change for the upper echelons. I can vouch for that.”

“The pay I was promised wasn’t money, though.”

“…Huh?”

“I was promised a life. If it’s double, then I’d have to receive two lives. Ah, I see.”

Ian nodded.

“If you offer me your life and Charlotte’s, then I’ll consider it.”

At that moment, Oleg’s smile turned vicious.

“You make such an ordeal of wanting to be defeated. Is this how you repay kindness?”

“I just needed to buy some time.”

Translator; ippo

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