There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 106

Meanwhile, the crowd went wild.

‘Th-th-the Young Master is, is, is swearing?!’

Indeed, my butler, despite his old body, jumped up and was barely holding back a scream. And the soldiers and hunters actually did scream.

It was understandable. Ivan Karpin might have heard it a few times during his wound treatment, but…

For everyone else, it was the first time in their lives they had been punched in the face with profanity from an elegant and gentle type of mastermind.

They couldn’t hide their astonishment.

“What, what is he saying. What did that guy say to him.”

On top of that, because the body I was in used such refined vocabulary, the trajectory of the blame landed on the Vice-Commander. It was the miraculous theory that I must be so pissed off that I resorted to swearing… Surprisingly, everyone was thinking exactly that.

‘Even I didn’t expect this.’

In fact, I had prepared a different excuse and had only used Jeong Ian’s way of speaking because I believed that excuse would work.

How did public opinion suddenly explode in this direction?

‘Wow. My luck is insane.’

I puckered my lips into a circle, out of sight from the others, and blew a whistle. At that, the Vice-Commander, who had collapsed on the ground in shock, shot me a ferocious look. Oof. Hey, you’ll get ugly if you keep making that face. Wouldn’t it be a problem if your wrinkles set in that direction?

“Then again, you’re already ugly, so maybe it doesn’t matter.”

“…I don’t care what you’re saying anymore! It’s all pointless. Never mind all that, you, what the hell are you?”

“To the Young Master, you say ‘you’? Are you being serious? Should I have you summarily executed?”

“That’s not it…! I’m asking if you are really Cassis de Millang…!”

Whoa. Awesome.

‘He got it right for the first time.’

I started to wonder if I should give him a reward.

‘Fucking amazing. How did he even imagine the concept of possession?’

“That man might be wearing a human-skin mask and pretending to be the Young Master! Isn’t it suspicious! The Young Master using vulgar language! It’s absurd!”

Ah. What the hell. It was just nonsense after all.

However, the others actually started to be persuaded by this. Unbelievable. Are they crazy bastards? The weakling hunters began to murmur first, and the Vice-Commander, taking this as a sign of complete agreement, promptly commanded the surviving Rversas.

“Seize that impostor! Seize him and tear the skin from his face!”

At this point, it just seems like they want to torment Cassis de Millang. Right? You bastards. I suddenly felt bored and tired, so I covered my mouth and yawned a little. For the record, the baby Ryuseong in my arms is the type of guy who would tear to shreds any speck of dust that even touched my body. If they wanted to rush in as a group and commit suicide, I figured I should just let them do as they please. In the first place, was it even possible for the idiots rushing a person who was hugging a boss monster to be sane? I couldn’t care less if their entire force was wiped out. Besides, the annihilation of the Rversas who came to assassinate me. Now, doesn’t this sound rather interesting? A hint of interest colored my otherwise placid eyes.

I was finally starting to wonder what would happen next.

So I deliberately told the adult Ryuseong, whom I had instructed to watch over the other patient, to shut up and stay put.

But this bastard, it seems he never listens to me even when I tell him to.

WHAAAAAM!

As soon as he took the spot in front of me with a godlike lightness technique, Ryuseong broke the leg of the Vice-Commander, who had been the first to try and grab me. It looked like he had only tapped him on the shin, but how it managed to break was a mystery. Of course, the Vice-Commander was a good fighter too. Thus, he immediately fixed the bone in place with mana and poured a potion on it to heal his leg. This was first aid used when only a large bone was simply broken. It’s an emergency measure used only while a battle is ongoing—you know what that means, right? It means it’s a desperate act that leaves severe aftereffects later but allows you to fight and survive right now.

‘Does he want to kill me this badly?’

Seeing them go to such lengths, there are times when I think I should probably just offer them my neck. I mean, you guys even came up with the precious excuse that I’m some other guy wearing a human-skin mask. Is this a life worth holding onto, to the point of killing you who so desperately want something?

‘It’s not worth that much, though.’

In reality, it seemed that Cassis de Millang’s body hadn’t been treated that preciously either…

Then maybe it would be better to just give myself over to them…

As I was thinking this, tracing a line down my neck with my sharp fingernails, my eyes widened at the next moment at an unfamiliar voice that came from behind my back.

“Young Master! You have no need to give such bastards a chance!”

“…You, what’s your name…?”

“It is Kirill! Young Master! Please ignore the garbage-like noise that some seed-water, carelessly splattered anywhere, is spouting! It seems they’re throwing a fit because they’re goddamn sons of a bitch from some surrogate sow!”

Well, it’s true that they’re from a branch family and not the main house.

“…”

…He’s fucking intense. You’re the first person I’ve met who talks rougher than me. Is this what it means to be a soldier? Do soldiers just naturally get good at swearing? Is this what happens after getting beaten up in the administration office, battered by your seniors, and forced to run laps around the training grounds as a collective punishment?

‘Yeah. It seems so.’

Anyway, thanks to Kirill or whoever shouting a torrent of profanities, I snapped back to my senses.

‘Why would I die?’

I’m someone who has to live a long, long life and devour Ryuseong. There was not a single reason to refuse such a joyful life.

Although, because of Kirill, the Rversa bastards got even more pissed off and started using lethal techniques…

Whoooosh!

With my clean grappling skills, I skillfully climbed up the enemy’s arm and snatched the weapon that was about to slice Kirill’s throat. Using the rotational force of the weapon’s weight tilting to one side, I spun around once and immediately aimed the blade at the opponent’s neck.

As luck would have it, that guy was the Vice-Commander.

“I have given you enough time to vent your anger, so shall we have a conversation now?”

It was my first time using a glaive, but I thought I got the general feel of it. So after swinging it a few times to internalize the fighting style, I returned the weapon to the Vice-Commander.

The Vice-Commander clenched his teeth as if he found it unbearable, but I actually had something to say. It was for the sake of these words that I had started with all the profanity in the first place. That is to say, I want to spout some bullshit.

“I think you all have misunderstood something.”

“Misunderstood? Misunderstood, you say? There is no way you can be our Young Master, so what misunderstanding is there!”

I pinched my cheek and pulled it taut, staring blankly at the Vice-Commander. A human-skin mask was like a mask made of human skin that you wear on your face, so if you pinched your cheek, the wrinkles would usually form grotesquely or it would tear.

But my skin was still white and flawless.

“There. First of all, it’s not a human-skin mask.”

“You could have used magic…!”

“Do you feel any aura of magic from me?”

“That is not it, but… if you are the Young Master! You would be able to use magic to an extent that we wouldn’t notice…!”

“That’s right. You just said the answer yourself.”

I found the Vice-Commander so pathetic that I stared at him intently with my cold, dead eyes.

“If I weren’t the Young Master, I wouldn’t have such magical abilities.”

“…!”

“I wonder what kind of bullshit you were trying to spew.”

Just like before, the atmosphere flipped in an instant. This time, it was in my favor. People are so easily swayed by agitation. That’s why agitators like me are bad. Because we scorn other people’s sincerity and screw them over.

But why the hell did this Kirill kid run out on his own instead of staying in formation as Ivan Karpin ordered?

What, is he trying to actually keep his word or something?

To protect me?

‘How absurd.’

What’s that weakling spouting about?

I let out a light scoff and, facing the people, finally threw out the words. The very words I had so desperately wanted to say, that I had prepared for so long.

“From the beginning, I do not understand why you are all so surprised.”

“…That’s because.”

Because it’s you, I think Ivan Karpin was about to say, but I quickly stole his chance to speak.

“Why, a person’s way of speaking can change when they’re in love.”

“…”

Once again, for the third time, the atmosphere changed.

“…Is… is that so?”

“I think it might be so…”

“Are you all crazy? Does this even make… It does make sense?”

“Right… it does. It makes… sense.”

I contentedly watched as the people went insane. The Vice-Commander’s eyes were burning with fire, as if he was going crazy with disappointment at not being able to ruin me as he wanted, and the baby Ryuseong in my arms bared his fangs and let out a growl, revealing his aggression.

‘Cute!’

Still, it was too embarrassing to dote on him in this atmosphere, so I decided to hold back.

Just then, Ivan Karpin asked.

“In that case, is it because of Ryu, Mr. Ryuseong, that you have become like this?”

“That’s right.”

I nodded my head refreshingly, and Ryuseong became extremely enraged but couldn’t say anything out loud and instead shot me a telepathic message.

[You son of a bitch! What are you turning my reputation into!]