There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 114

“Gasp! It’s really Mr. Cassis de Millang!”

“Right before my eyes!”

“…Excuse me, but I’d like to ask for directions.”

“Yes! Please, walk all over us!”

“…I’m wearing heels.”

“Th-then in which direction should we be stepped on while guiding you?”

“…”

The god of the baffling cadets had returned.

It might sound strange to call him a god. The cadets themselves are aware of that. But what other word could possibly describe the influence of Cassis de Millang?

King? Emperor? Those are all obsolete terms. Ruler? Unlikely, for he reigns but does not rule.

If he were to rule someone, it would be because they are useful. If not, they are nothing but a half-wit who cannot even feel the pleasure of being ruled by him.

But to some, he may be nothing more than a scarecrow god. At least to a few gossips, Cassis de Millang might be a fox that fled from a tiger into a cage full of only rabbits.

‘Nonsense.’

It’s strange that such people exist when even the cadets know the truth.

‘How careless and pathetic such an evaluation of a person like Cassis de Millang is…’

There were still people in the world who genuinely did not know.

“Should I guide you to the chapel? Understood!”

Meanwhile, Cassis de Millang is one of the few cadets who knows that death is not such a big deal.

And here, in the Academy’s chapel….

A person who knows that death is not such a big deal, and two others who have a vague awareness of it, were kneeling on one knee and paying their respects as soon as Cassis de Millang entered.

Capone Yones, and Dietrich Winkel and Logan Esteban, were expressing their loyalty to Cassis de Millang as earnestly as one would worship a god.

Because… due to the things they had done while he was away….

‘Not bowing down would surely lead to defeat.’

‘First, we have to submit.’

‘To survive, forget pride and everything else…’

This was the conclusion they had reached. And all at once, without even consulting each other.

“…”

“…”

Finding each other both absurd and awkward, they remained like that for a long time, unable to even breathe carelessly, when suddenly Cassis de Millang began to laugh. A cool yet somehow sweet voice softly approached their ears, clinging cloyingly and leaving a lingering echo of a chuckle….

When, without realizing it, their gazes drifted upward and they only noticed that the man’s tongue was as red as a snake’s.

Cassis de Millang finally began to whisper.

“Oh my… how much they must have racked their brains to act out their loyalty with something as trivial as this….”

His words were like a question, but silence followed.

‘As expected, the young lord knows…’

‘…I thought we might not get caught.’

‘The sins we have committed…!’

Come to think of it, Cassis de Millang didn’t seem to think for a moment that they would remain quiet. They might have been able to win his favor by being the first to raise their hands and confess their sins, but they had not been granted permission to speak by Cassis de Millang himself. So they must remain silent.

That was the strategy the Villains had adopted this time.

To kneel and bow their heads, to bring forth the antiquated etiquette that one cannot say anything, or even sit or stand, without permission from a superior, and to put on a display of charm they had never shown before….

Cassis de Millang couldn’t help but laugh.

“It is true that you all are cute, ahahat. But if you keep that up, your knees will start to hurt…?”

Listening to his laughter, Dietrich Winkel thought silently.

Perhaps it was a voice beautiful enough to be holy.

If one were to witness that shining white hair in a chapel one night, one could not deny that he was an angel.

But for it to end on a sacred note, the sensual insinuation imbued in that voice was enough to make one’s head spin.

‘…Is he trying to entice me, or just to mess with me.’

It was difficult to tell.

‘Is that why that guy from the Halla Faction is also being led around so helplessly….’

Ah… Dietrich Winkel thought to himself. I must never fall in love. With such a noble person.

‘If I do, it will definitely end in unrequited love.’

Thinking this, Dietrich Winkel forced his expression, which was about to crumble, back into place.

But Cassis de Millang, who had walked over with light steps, smiled brightly and poked Dietrich Winkel between the eyebrows with his finger.

“Control your expression.”

“…”

“If you do at least that much, wouldn’t I be able to pass it off as a cute gesture?”

Without even checking what kind of expression Dietrich Winkel made after that, Cassis de Millang then stood before Capone. And, quite pleased with the fact that she had even lowered her eyes, he took her chin and lifted it. Capone Yones was flustered but did not stop lowering her eyes. But the more she avoided his gaze, the more frightening Cassis de Millang felt.

An invisible pressure seemed to be crushing her.

“…Heok!”

Fortunately, her chin was released before she started to hyperventilate, and Capone Yones, bowing her head and panting alone, felt her mind become a jumble, unable to understand what it was she had seen with her newly acquired emotion skill. Was it that some fundamental, something, was properly broken? Or was there a <Gaze>?

But as if only Capone Yones had noticed this fact, both Dietrich and Logan were only moderately afraid, not trembling like Capone Yones. To an outsider, it might seem that only Capone Yones was weak-hearted, but both Logan and Dietrich knew.

If there was something inside Cassis de Millang, the ones who had failed to witness it properly were themselves….

‘Of course. I don’t know what Capone did behind our backs, but she has inherited the secret art of the Yones family, the Bloodline Magic!’

From now on, she could not see things wrongly. When such a person couldn’t even meet his eyes and lowered her head.

“You have beautiful eyes….”

A shiver ran down her spine.

‘Wh-what…. Don’t tell me he’s gotten stronger? Strong enough to see through even Bloodline Magic?’

‘Wow, he did that many raids, so did he gain experience points or something…? That’s literally a cheat.’

Logan and Dietrich, who had been told by Capone that she had received the Bloodline Magic but had not been able to properly sense it themselves, felt a drain of energy somewhere within them.

Of course, they had also grown diligently. When the principal had taken away their pretext for committing evil deeds and their time became empty, they were bored and, surprisingly, devoted themselves to studying like Cassis, discovering a new version of themselves every day.

But in that time, Cassis de Millang had gone to a place they couldn’t even see.

As if betraying such a young lord, as if holding onto both sides.

‘Should I not have passed the information to the family head…?’

Someone, the traitor hiding among them, swallowed dryly and thought so.

‘But the success rate of that raid was too low. That was the rational choice, at the time…!’

But that stock had crashed. It was on the verge of being delisted. Now, only the monster before their eyes welcomed them.

“Hahahahaha….”

A captivating man drenched in madness was smiling brightly under the light of the stained glass.

“You have my permission to stand without being told…? Are we not equal cadets….”

Like a god, or perhaps, like a devil beckoning them to come closer….

He was overpowering them, rendering them unable to lift even a finger.

Although his inner thoughts were a little different.

‘Huh, these bastards look like they’ve robbed a whole chapel.’

…To put it plainly, the fact that they are in a chapel means they have seized a religious facility.

The Academy has other religious facilities. Facilities for those who believe in gods other than the Creator God, the World Tree. Taking advantage of the gap after mass had ended, the cunning villains had bribed the janitor with threats and a few checks to take over the empty chapel, and were now kneeling before a human instead of a god….

And me? Well, I’m standing here, smiling while bathing my whole body in the light that fractures and overflows from the stained glass.

I received a bit of a halo effect to look like a madman. Hae Yuna’s eyes were sparkling, so I just added one more line to intentionally create a chilling atmosphere.

‘Hah. I’m a total strategist, right? Awesome, right?’

On top of that, the words that they could stand without permission were an illusion. Because it wasn’t permission, was it?

The three of them, having understood this, neither rose nor stirred. They did not speak first, nor did they cry out for permission to stand quickly. The life of a servant is one where if you don’t observe protocol when told to discard formalities, you die.

Before de Millang, the three families were no different from vassals, so in this audacious and damn class-based society, it was only right to revere the young lord of de Millang.

“You may now rise. What would I do if you were to break your necks like that.”

I, who felt sorry for them deep down, granted them the blessing of standing up, and they, pretending not to, hesitated for a moment before rising quickly. Right, right, where would you pampered young masters and ladies have ever knelt before. But the question mark I held dearly in my heart remained, so as soon as they showed expressions of relief, I asked.

“So who is it? The ‘one person’ who betrayed me?”

I can see it. The Villains’ eyes dart around simultaneously. In truth, I also know that the one who betrayed me isn’t just one person. To be precise, I think, ‘It’s probably not just one person, right?’

‘Because I don’t have an information network!’

But if I say it like this….

“It’s Capone!”

“It’s Logan!”

“It’s Dietrich!”

…I thought two of them would at least agree on one person.

These bastards all named different people.

And then they wore expressions of betrayal.