There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 112

“Waaaaah! Cassis de Millang is returning!”

“Wh-what did you say?! For real?! The Light is coming back here?!”

With that one statement, the entire Academy was turned upside down.

Meanwhile, far from returning secretly, he came back quite brazenly through the main gate, receiving a barrage of camera flashes, and after first visiting the principal’s office to report the end of the experiential learning, he was just meeting up with his friends.

“Hmm. Did you all have a pleasant time at the Academy? My dear fellow students?”

‘…As if?!’

At Cassis de Millang’s words, Lee Hyang swallowed the retort he was about to spit out.

In truth, the Academy had been relatively peaceful even while Cassis de Millang was away. This was because the ‘Villains,’ who were expected to cause an unusual amount of trouble, had been quiet.

‘Logan Esteban, Capone Yones, Dietrich Winkel.’

Cassis de Millang’s lackeys and bullies who had been subtly tormenting students behind their master’s back.

The fact that they hadn’t caused any incidents even without Cassis de Millang’s watchful eye was beyond Lee Hyang’s imagination.

Shin Myohan, who, despite having little interest in worldly affairs, had decided to be close friends with us, or Hae Yuna, who was soft-hearted despite the tragedy she had experienced, seemed ready to let it go with a ‘Well, if nothing happened, that’s good!’, but Lee Hyang was different.

As the third-generation sole heir of the Jeonju Lee clan of the Joseon Dynasty, he who had long watched the Western powers’ schemes targeting the Republic of Korea could not rest easy until he figured out what those bastards were plotting.

He had been in a state of tension and alert for a while…

‘Cassis de Millang suddenly escaped from his private jet without an escort from Rewelcia?!’

‘Then what about the raid?! What’s going to happen?!’

After the incredible news broke late, other news slowly began to spread.

And that was precisely what was driving Lee Hyang crazy.

<A certain small city in Russia, suddenly liberated from monsters!>

<Named monster hidden in a certain forest, hunt complete?! The unidentified good Samaritan! – Exclusive interview with a nearby hunter!>

Ordinarily, such trivial news from the frontier would never have been known to the whole world, but, well.

Right now, everyone’s eyes were wide with the delusion that the ‘unidentified good Samaritan’ who was hunting monsters on every route leading to the raid site might be Cassis de Millang. It was impossible for things to remain quiet as usual.

Arriving faster than anyone else and meeting Cassis de Millang was the goal of every broadcasting company, but Cassis de Millang, who had reached the dungeon at a speed they could not possibly match, had already finished the raid, rescued all the survivors, and even escaped the area.

‘No, why is he running away again….’

‘What’s the problem? What is the actual problem?’

Just let us get one interview! The heartfelt screams of journalists echoed throughout Russia, but they were buried in the snowstorm. It couldn’t be helped. Russia is cold, after all. There was no choice but to get interviews from those who remained.

The journalists first attempted to get an interview with Rewelcia. And they were brutally rejected. To be precise, one of them almost got beaten to death but was saved when the intern he brought along gave him a potion. They had no idea why they were so angry, but the gutsy journalist grumbled and churned out one more headline.

<Rewelcia, the rumor of being a toothless breed of dog that cannot protect its direct lineage circulates, a hunting dog that has lost its value is…?>

Going to be boiled, probably. Though the front office might have strongly advised against it, the journalist, armed with a cackle that said ‘eat shit,’ tried to meet Ivan Karpin next.

Ivan Karpin was a perfectly fine person. He even stopped his soldiers when they tried to lift the journalist and bury him in the snow, and he even conducted a simple interview.

“He was a god. He was light itself.”

Although his first words didn’t seem entirely sane, proper information was conveyed from the next part on.

“I can assure you, there will never be another person as brave and just as Cassis de Millang, the young lord of de Millang. Because he acted with self-sacrifice, we were able to come out without a single casualty, and while we are truly grateful for that fact, we only hope that from now on, he will cherish himself a little more than us.”

That… was, how should I put it.

It was not the description of Cassis de Millang that the journalist knew.

‘Did they make some kind of pact to hero-worship him since someone of Cassis de Millang’s stature helped out here?’

So he asked the other soldiers and the clearers too. While opinions varied slightly among them, the overall tone was not different.

For example, the soldiers said this,

“He saved us. Ah. Kamen.”

“The fact that we… sniffle. The fact that we were able to come out with all our limbs intact was also all thanks to him taking care of us, even sharing his potions….”

And the clearers said this.

“He has a hell of a temper. But, he… the young lord… he cleaned up the shit we made.”

“He saved everyone with a very brutal, bizarre, and incredible… a wonderful plan. Honestly, I don’t think I could ever be that kind of person. Even if I were to live forever. Eternally.”

A sense of awe, respect, and gratitude could be commonly felt in their words.

‘There’s no way every single soldier and clearer would be sincere about this hero-worship. What on earth did he do?’

Brainwashing? A mental victory?

Since the Named <Mirror> happened to be a mind-affecting monster, perhaps it was possible…. It was just as the journalist was trying to deduce Cassis de Millang’s inner thoughts.

He saw a child picking something up from the ground and approached to help, when he saw a certain drawing.

And he silently pressed the shutter button, capturing the scene.

[Photo Caption: A child with dirt on their hands is drawing Cassis de Millang, the young lord of de Millang.

The text written below it is in Hangul.

“I wuv you. Fank you.”]

Perhaps other journalists would tell a different story, maybe they would stir up public opinion against Rewelcia or dissent by saying this was all fabricated. They could even question if Russia and the young lord had colluded to create a hero and secure the family head succession….

But the journalist felt that all of that was meaningless. That simply, at a certain moment, such things are not needed.

He felt as though everything was complete as he listened to that little girl’s laughter back then.

[No one could possibly see a child’s sincere gratitude as someone’s political maneuver.
Cassis de Millang was truly a hero of this land.]

It was precisely because he had read that article that Lee Hyang was unable to maintain his sanity.

Worries about his attitude toward Cassis de Millang up until now, the resentment boiling within him as a member of the Korean people, and how he should act in front of him from now on were nearly paralyzing his mind.

“They say you’ve become a hero! How can you be so calm!”

However, Cassis de Millang, oblivious to Lee Hyang’s inner thoughts, merely scanned Lee Hyang from top to bottom with a very unenthusiastic look….

“What’s so great about that….”

“Are you kidding me?!”

As he tried to brush it off casually, Lee Hyang suddenly came right up to his face and yelled.

“It’s an incredibly great thing! You, you’re really on a different level from us! You too, Ryuseong! What is this. You, wow. I never thought you could do such a good deed…!”

“What did you say?”

“You’re really not at the Academy’s level! Why did you come here! Why are you alive! Get out of here right now! Get lost, I said! No. If you leave, those bastards might act up… Uwaaah! Don’t go!”

…Even though I gave him a signal, this bastard is still acting up.

If so, there’s only one way….

“I don’t know why you’re being nice, but I’m truly glad for your repentan—Ugh!”

Cassis de Millang coolly struck Lee Hyang in the solar plexus and calmly looked down at him as he collapsed, tapping his shoulder with the tip of his foot.

“See, why do you say things that’ll get you hit….”

“Guuuh. You haven’t, changed at all….”

“Oh my, did you only just realize that….”

Afterward, Cassis smiled gently and turned his head. When he glared at Shin Myohan and Hae Yuna, asking if they had anything to say, Shin Myohan raised both hands as if in surrender, and Hae Yuna trembled and drew a line, saying, “I-I’m fine! I’m in my right mind! I’m different from that bastard!” Lee Hyang looked somewhat wronged, but what could be done? Since he was the one who started this nonsense in the first place.

‘You’re the one who should get hit, right?’

Eventually, Cassis de Millang turned his head a little more.

And looking at the three people with serious, or perhaps tense, expressions, he smiled brightly.

‘How much information on you guys did you sell?’

In his mind, the words his great-grandfather, who had said he would make him the family head, had spoken were replaying.

‘I’m sorry, but since you achieved victory against the Named <Mirror> as a result of borrowing the power of a similar monster, it has been decided that this raid is difficult to use as proof of your achievements. At this rate, succession to the headship will be difficult. So, about that….’

‘I expected as much. I am fine, so goodbye for now.’

After the raid, after patiently listening to all the long-winded nonsense and then promptly ending that phone call….

What was Cassis de Millang thinking?

‘The plan to take Russia worked. And unexpectedly, I’ve gained one more card of my own, just for me.’

And aren’t you curious about what happened?

‘Now then, which country should I make my ally…?’

All of this is for you, Ryuseong.

‘I can do anything to repay my debt to you.’

Even if the one who saved me was just a child who is nothing more than a trauma.

If someone must be rewarded, it must surely be you, who has lived on carrying such harsh memories.

‘For you, I….’

Now I can die. Ryuseong-ah.