The Blood Knight’s Villains

My Villains, Chapter 517

, 67. Lord of Icebobalt (10)

“…Huh.”

Iofiah let out a long sigh and reaped his spiritual power. Then, as he snapped his finger at Egon, the dark silver air that had been wrapping around the boy’s head also dispersed like a mirage.

The

boy, whose whole body was stiffened like a log, groaned and groaned, but could not open his eyes. It would take some time to recover from the shock of the separation of the soul and body, even for a moment.

“What did you see?”

“Ummm.”

Ellen asked as if urging. Iofiya cleared his thoughts as he wiped his pounding chest with exhilaration.

“I saw the traces.”

“trace? What trace?”

“The memory of the hardships of the distant past… It remains clearly in Egon-nim’s soul. The sense of heterogeneity that Phoenix-nim felt was probably the result of that trace.”

At first glance, it sounded like a floating cloud, but Ellen understood the context without much difficulty.

“Then… are you saying that the traces of the different races remain in this country boy’s soul and are so clear that they affect his body as well?”

“It’s similar… I don’t know if the soul influenced the body or the body influenced the soul.” “It’s like a before-and-after relationship. So, what exactly is this guy?”

“In the end, it’s just speculation… but I think it’s quicker to talk to Poi Nix. Isn’t it time for you to come soon?”

“I know.”

After agreeing with a small nod, Ellen cleared her throat to call the servant outside the drawing room. Theodora, who was sitting next to the car that was about to shout, stopped her by covering the back of her hand.

“No way.”

“yes?”

“He’s coming now.” In the next moment, Ellen and Iofya turned their heads toward the faint sound of the wind. A rattling noise- The sound of the windows shaking followed by the familiar sound of laughter, so Ellen narrowed her brows and reached out her hand.

red.’

The ‘spirits of dance’ hovering under the sleeves respond to the owner’s will and fly. The thick velvet curtain splits left and right like a tear.

A pair of men and women stood with their feet barely on the window sill through the transparent glass, with their backs to the dusky city.

“Ha ha ha! Is this really a joke?”

A sharp-eyed swordsman full of annoyance and a man tightly wrapped around her slender waist.

The man was none other than Phoenix. The owner of the Prince of Defelken, who was laughing excitedly, looked back at the inside of the window with a stupid face as the curtains were pulled back.

Surprised Iophya shouted ‘Athma!’ she shouted, covering her mouth, and with a wry smile, Theodora got up from the couch and unlocked the window. With cold eyes, Ellen looked back and forth between Phoenix and Tiloria, the ‘Valkyrie’ in his arms.

“…What are you doing here?”

“uh? ah. I’m indebted It’s annoying to go up to the 7th floor- Oops. Thank you, princess.”

When Theodora opened the window, Phoenix laughed and got down from the window sill. Ellen’s blue eyes were fixed on the swordsman wearing the ‘Crown of Wings’ until he hung the dark blue coat that was loosely draped over his shoulders on a perch by the fireplace.

“That bitch is off limits here. I should have been smarter.”

“I didn’t come in.”

Tiloria, who was making a sullen expression, glanced at my feet.

“I can’t see you well.”

“…something like this Sagar.”

The young meister, a ‘cell-seed’ type, lightly kicked the window frame and threw himself back as if he hadn’t heard anything more. A graceful somersault. It was dressed in thin and light silver scale armor, so it looked like a crane flapping its wings.

Phoenix waved his hand at Tiloria, who was gliding down the banner of the Yeongju Hall.

“thank you! Thanks to you, I came here comfortably today n

“Be quiet, you idiot! Hey you! I’m not done talking yet!”

Sparks flew in Ellen’s eyes as she shouted at the sight of Tiloria flying away without looking back.

“That cheeky one-”

Ugh!

Mana swirled around her. Even though he hadn’t uttered a single word, a long ice spear in his left hand and a head-sized fireball in his right hand rose up.

“Wow! Hey stop!”

“Oh, Miss Ellen!”

Thanks to Phoenix and Theodora quickly grabbing their arms from the left and right, they were able to avoid the disaster of a ‘frost pit’ and a ‘fireball’ being pierced in the middle of the city. While the mage struggled in the hands of the paladins and blood knights, Valkyrie melted into the bustling urban landscape.

“I told you not to put that in the tower!” “Oh sorry, sorry. I thought it would be all right if I came in through the window.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“What is the joke? Are you sorry?”

Phoenix approached, dragging slippers, smiling and brushing her golden hair. Ellen savagely brushed off the hand, but Phoenix didn’t care and lightly pulled the back of her head. Ellen, who had been shouting furiously, shut her mouth for a moment, perhaps at a loss for words.

“How are you, Princess? Did you find out something?”

Theodora didn’t seem to hear the question. She squeezed the hem of my clothes while looking at the small head that was quietly buried in Phoenix’s stomach.

“…So cute…

“Yeah?”

“Yeah um- No, think about something else for a while. What did you say?”

“That guy.”

Phoenix chinned Egon, who was spread out on one side.

“ah. It doesn’t seem to have any other expressed traits. It doesn’t seem to be related to another dimension or divinity… I guessed that Miss Ellen was descended from a troll based on her appearance.”

Theodora, who was dizzy with her words, soon regained her composure and looked back at Iofiya.

“I was just about to call Phoenix-Prince because Miss Iofiya had found out something.”

“Oh yeah?”

At the gathering gaze, the shaman released his observations.

“I saw a fairy.”

“fairy?”

“To be precise, they were fairies. The fairies of the big lake, the burning forest, the deep mountains, and the dark dens…

“You mean that guy’s ancestors were fairies living in such a place?”

“It’s a fragmented memory, so I can’t say for sure. However, it looked just like the black fairy in the story.”

“Black fairy?”

“yes. Long ears, dark skin…

Phoenix looked back at Egon with interest.

“A descendant of the Dark Elves. Come to think of it, it seems a bit black…

“The skin of a black fairy is not black. It’s a dark gray color.”

“Then what about him?”

“Uh… maybe it was just a sunburn? Perhaps the trait was not expressed. Or maybe you didn’t inherit any cosmetic traits at all

… Even Goll alone is far from the beautiful cloud giants in mythology. I would have believed it if it was a descendant of the Minotaur.”

“…Poenix-sama, you can’t say things like that.”

The young lord giggled at the young shaman’s bruise and sat down on the sofa. Ellen took the seat next to him as if it were natural.

“Anyway, it’s a black fairy…

Phoenix remembered a story that Monk Okan once told him.

-…Among the traits of black fairies, the ones that rank high and are superficial are things like dark skin, beautiful appearance, light bones, and thin, flexible muscles. An evil mind and high intelligence and outstanding magic talent are low-ranking and in-depth traits… The

peculiar advantage that Phoenix found in Egon was the shape of the muscles and blood vessels that flowed into it, to be precise. As a Blood Sorcerer, it was a very strange shape, so I was sure that the boy was not an ordinary human being.

“Hmm.”

The next thing that came to mind was the underground black fairies. The elite of the Black Fairies, who are excellent assassins and who use annoying curses and deadly attack magic at the same time.

Of course, even if Egon had various qualities, it would not be easy to raise his fighting power to that level. However, even taking that into consideration, Phoenix judged that the boy would have enough value.

‘Because the most common race on the ground is the Dark Elves. It must be useful somewhere.’

“What do you think of Ellen?”

“what.”

“They’re descendants of the Black Fairy. How about teaching magic?”

“Magic? I?”

“uh.”

Ellen glanced at Egon, who passed out with a sad face.

“At a glance, you look like an idiot and can’t read, so you want me to teach you something like that?”

“You never know. Traits may bloom and acquire great talents. Aren’t you looking forward to it?”

“at all.”

She shook her head resolutely.

“Even a true black fairy would lack talent compared to the children recruited into La Palais Palace. If you’re a descendant of the Black Fairy, there’s not much to see.

“still. You never know.”

As Phoenix repeatedly asked, Ellen spoke in a cold voice.

“I’m busy you son of a bitch.”

“uh?”

“‘uh?’ sounds the same I’m busy and you pamper me so much! Watching battle magicians train? Developing potion recipes to hand over to the alchemy guild? what to do?”

“Ugh. No, I made a mistake-”

Phoenix had to sweat once more to soothe Ellen, who was about to have another seizure.

After a short discussion, Phoenix decided to harvest Egon as a seed.

Although Golman already plays that role, he has been involved in many things since the combat brigade was first established, and even now, when military affairs are busy, he is often sold from battalion to battalion.

So it wouldn’t be a bad idea to bring in a new seed to support only the goals that are often absent. Phoenix decided to observe Egon by his side and ask Master Epos to teach him magic.

Of course, Egon would have to convince him after he came to his senses, but Phoenix wasn’t too worried about that. Wasn’t he the guy who wanted to stay in the city to enlist in the first place? It didn’t seem like he would refuse the promised riches and movies.

“Still, if you’re a descendant of a dark elf, wouldn’t it be a pity if you only taught magic?”

As he glanced around the drawing room and called in a small voice, ‘Come together,’ a shadow shook wide in the corner where the light of the candles could not reach.

Against the background of Iofya’s small scream and Theodora’s short breathing, a young man slowly appeared. It was a woman wearing a black full body armor and a white mask with a mane.

“Lannon!”

“Ugh”

Ellen, who jumped up from the sofa in amazement, shouted, and Rannon brushed the mask over her forehead and frowned.

“Don’t scream. My ears hurt.”

“How long have you been hiding there?”

“From before.”

“A while ago!”

“you do not have to know.”

“hey!”

After the daily uproar subsided, Phoy Nyx pointed at the still fainting Egon.

“As you may have heard, this guy is a descendant of the Black Fairy. Black fairies are a race famous for being excellent assassins, so wouldn’t it be useful if I taught them?”

“o uh……”

—— O .

Rannon, who tilted his head for a moment, spoke in a not very confident tone.

I’ll take you to ‘Akshan’. Kshan is better than me at this.”

“good. Then please.”

Iofya followed behind Rannon, who was dragging Egon’s ankles. Since he was the one who knocked the boy out, it would be comforting to see him wake up.

Ellen begged for forgiveness from Theodora, who was left in the drawing room.

“I received a letter during the day, and I think I should discuss it with Poi.”

“Um, yes. I, too, was eager to take a bath, so excuse me.”

The story that Ellen brought up in the drawing room where only the two of them were left was completely unexpected by Phoenix.

“…Nashal disappeared?”

Nashal Anway. One of the seven grandmasters of La Palais Palace, a mysterious woman who always wears a veil under her eyes.

She stayed in the royal capital with several disciples and was investigating a strange thing that happened in the Council of Dawn. Knowing this well, Phoenix immediately stiffened his face.

“What happened? He said he’s hiding well with the help of other wizards? Did you even get caught by Zacharis?”

“Nashal is not such a flimsy woman. Even if they get caught, there’s no way we’ll lose contact for a month.”

“…okay. Even that bastard wouldn’t be stupid enough to kill the Landmaster. Exile at best. Or hold on and try to appease.” Grandmaster Nashal is an old monster whose age is unknown. Aside from her strong magic, she is a woman equipped with all sorts of tricks and improvisations. It means that there is no way to be locked up in an ordinary dungeon, and even if he is locked up, his ability to keep in touch is overflowing.

If there was no contact from Nashal for a month, there must have been a serious problem with her identity.

“What about Aktupir? What does the old man say?”

“I can’t get my head around it. The students who were sent along lost contact all at once, so it has to be that way… The Grand Masters who remain in the palace are no different.”

“Didn’t you say there was a helper in the palace?”

“Only Nashal knows who it is. Is it the line that the woman made in the first place? All I knew was, at best, a rough plan for the place I was using as a hideout and the circumstances of the investigation.”

“Damn it… I’ll send a letter to the Cathedral of Matthias Riot first.”

“To Ian-Baptiste? well. Can I use my strength for work outside the church? It would be difficult for even a bishop to figure out what is going on between mages.”

“Better than not doing it.”

Ellen let out a small sigh and wiped her face.

“I think I have to go to the royal road.”

“It is too dangerous now.”

“Starting with ‘Midezuma,’ four members of the Dawning Council have gone missing. And now the grandmaster of the palace. Something serious must be happening in the capital.”

“Yeah, I know. But it’s not just matters between wizards. How do I get in when Zacharis is trying to get me by the throat? Not now. I’m also looking for a way, so let’s wait a little longer.”

Ellen bit her lip.

“The palace will want me out.”

“At the palace?”

“I’m planning to secretly send an investigation team to the royal road soon. Aktufir will be included, of course, and maybe two more grandmasters will come out of Tirin Mel.”

“Isn’t that enough? And you wouldn’t even be able to set foot on the royal road in the first place.”

“Olnar’s grandfather doesn’t seem to think so. Because Zacharys is hostile to me as an ally of Excommunication and as the ‘Fire Witch’.”

“then.”

“They think there will be no problem if they disguise themselves as ordinary students. Since his name is the High Master of the palace, he should step out and use his strength.”

She nodded slowly.

“I agree.”

“Ellen.”

“To be honest, it doesn’t matter what the palace is like as a high master now. What I’m worried about is what’s happening in the capital right now…

“I have a bad feeling. A feeling that something terrible is about to happen.”

Phoenix quietly hugged her.

“…Let’s think about it a little longer. Because there is still time.”

“Do you have time?”

“First, listen to the opinions of the grandmasters. I will prepare myself.”

There was silence for a while. Ellen, who had been leaning on Phoenix’s arms and fixing her red silk gown for a while, raised her head as if she was suddenly angry.

“I feel like my head is going to explode from worrying about this, but you’ve been hanging out with that bitch like a bat, haven’t you?”

“…stuck. What did I do with Tilly?”

“Til-lee?”

“No, I mean Tiloria.”

Cold seeps into his blue eyes. Phoenix swallowed dryly and continued to make excuses.

“As you know, among the kids under me, it’s rare to learn martial arts properly. At most, there are only guys like Fritz and the conjurer Dervish Murg, but at least Fritz is the only one who has done a little bit of knight training.”

“so?”

“I want to roll it myself, but I’m so busy. There is no choice but to seek help from experts. Tiloria, what- nothing else to say, because she is an orthodox person who is an expert at the root…

“Hey. Do you give a lot of compliments? It looks very good.”

“No, it’s not like that, but I have my own reason to appease him… Anyway, it’s not something you misunderstand.”

“What am I misunderstanding?”

When the conversation didn’t turn out as intended, Phoenix scratched his eyebrows. Then he sighed deeply and opened his mouth.

“I’ll let you do that.”

“…What are you talking about.”

“There is ‘that’.”

At Phoenix’s sudden words, Ellen pursed her lips silently.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. There’s a reason why you frown so much.”

“Who is frowning?”

A moment of meaningless tug-of-war. Phoenix hugged Ellen and headed for the bedroom across the hallway next to the drawing room.

By the time they passed the dark hallway without turning on the light, the two were kissing heartily.

The bedroom was surprisingly not very big. A cozy room with dark-toned cotton cloth applied as wallpaper and several handmade wardrobes filling one wall.

Holding Ellen in her arms, Phoenix hurried past a table strewn with books and parchment rolls. His destination was an even larger bed under a large pierced window.

The moment Phoenix sat down on the bed, Ellen used her dancing spirits to push him hard. A strong but delicate wind ripped off the silk gown and golden vest. Blue eyes swept over the massive body full of muscles.

“Can I really do it?”

In response to the breathy question, Phoenix nodded somewhat nervously.

Heat rose up on his pale, transparent face. The heat leaked through the light pink lips that trembled finely.

“Then I don’t know.”

Ellen, who was sitting on Phoenix’s bed, lit fire with both hands.

Cheeik!

“Kwueueueueu-”

His small hand touched his broad, hard chest. As the skin burned with the acrid smell, Phoenix gritted his teeth.

A sweaty forehead, a crooked nose, a bulging jawbone, and tight muscles. The blue eyes slowly lost focus.

“…is it hot?”

When Phoenix didn’t answer, Ellen slowly withdrew her hand.

Tsutsu. Tsu.

The sore and reddish skin quickly healed. It took less than 10 seconds for the overflowing vitality to return the body to its original form.

Seeing this, Ellen felt a sense of relief that could not be described in words. Indeed, he was her perfect match.

I realized that the first time I held hands with him. When I was revived by his blood, when I was held in his arms for the first time, when I first accepted him, when I left him for the first time, I confirmed this again.

Cheeik!

A burning palm was placed on her cleanly healed chest.

Phoenix gritted his teeth again and Ellen shook her shoulders in ecstasy as if her brain was burning.

The brand of fire healed for the second time. She hastily threw away her fancy robes and thick, long tunic. The shirt was nowhere to be touched.

She corrected herself and sat down as she applied the third mark. Screams of heat and panting filled the cozy bedroom.

As always, the pain didn’t last that long. It was fortunate for Phoenix.

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