Is it not permissible for a villain to enjoy rolling [20]
"I'll say it again. If you dare touch Lizzie even once…"
Naran's eyes sparkled with a sharp flash.
“You will die at my hands, you bastard.”
“Cough! Cough… this damned little bastard…!”
Kalin muttered, his face turning death blue as he panted desperately.
“Are you thinking about killing your uncle... you trash?”
Naran looked at him with a hard face, devoid of any emotion.
“I'm not trash.”
"What did you say?"
“If I am trash...they said you are nuclear trash.”
“What…what are you raving about?”
Kalin looked at him as if he had gone mad, while a slight smile appeared on Naran's lips, absorbed in his memories.
'If you are trash... I am nuclear trash.'
“Someone said to me: Naran, if you are rubbish, I am a hundred times worse than you.”
“I don't know what nuclear trash means, but I know for sure that's not a description for Lizzie... That's why I'm not trash.”
“You're talking nonsense! Naran, unlike your brother and sister, you have no ability… just miserable trash.”
“Enough nonsense.”
“Cough! You’re so insolent… Since last time you’ve been overstepping your bounds—”
“Didn’t I tell you that I’m not a child anymore, uncle?”
Naran said as he fixed his eyes on Kalin's.
"If you ever say Lizzie's name in your mouth again..."
But his words were suddenly cut off.
His features wrinkled, and the hand gripping his opponent's neck slid helplessly.
He backed away, gagging his mouth in confusion.
“Ugh… ugh…!”
His body shook with painful rumination, and blood seeped from between his fingers.
Kalin breathed a sigh of relief as he released himself from his grip, a malicious smile forming on his lips.
“Finally its effects began to appear.”
“What did you do to me—?”
“Consider it a lesson in disciplining an impudent nephew.”
He took out a small vial from his pocket, the same one he had used in the previous experiment when he injected Naran's body.
“Did you think, you idiot, that I would allow you to possess such immense power as mana with no means of deterrence?”
He approached Naran, who fell to the ground, holding his chest, and closed his foot on his hand harshly.
“The medicine you drank…not only does it manifest mana, it also has another effect. It seems that the first failed, but the second succeeded completely.”
“Ugh...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…’’
"Whatever has entered your body... is a magical poison. Only I have the power to control its spread."
He grabbed Naran's head and pulled it back.
“And only I have the antidote. Listen carefully to your uncle, my dear.”
“I will... kill you...”
“Be careful with your words. I can stop the poison from spreading...or make it reach your heart in an instant. Like this, for example.”
With his words, Naran's eyes widened.
“Heh… hah…!”
He pursed his lips, breathing hard, his eyes twisting with pain.
Kalin looked at him with cold satisfaction.
“Pathetic.”
Then he ran his hand through his sweat-damp hair and whispered:
“This is the punishment for someone who does not know his worth. A fool. You are still trash, lower than your brothers.”
“…….”
"If Martha had been that clever, she would not have fallen into this trap. As for Arkell, there is no way that this sorcery will work with him at all. Do you understand now, little one?"
He came closer and whispered in his ear:
“You, both past and present, are just helpless trash.”
“I…I…”
Naran's gaze trembled, then he closed his lips silently.
The sparkle faded from his eyes, and they were covered in black.
A sarcastic smile appeared on Kalin's face:
'He finally knows his own worth...this little bastard.'
Naran looked like a doll whose string had been cut. Easier to control.
But suddenly—
There was a loud crash, and the basement door opened violently.
Rays of light rushed in, revealing a woman with shimmering silver hair who stood tall in the threshold.
As soon as she saw the scene inside the basement, she gasped, covering her mouth in shock.
She looked holy, delicate, almost like an angel...
But what came out of her mouth was the exact opposite:
“XXX, what did you do to my little one?!”
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“Lizzie…?”
Naran on the ground muttered, staring at me in amazement, blood staining his lips.
“How did you come… cough!”
His words were interrupted by a sharp bloody cough.
“Two fires!”
I shouted as I rushed towards him, but Kalin blocked my way with shining eyes.
“What a happy coincidence. I needed the saint’s help, and here she came.”
Then he extended his hand towards me, licking his lips.
“If you resist... you will hurt Pa, my little one.”
But—
Boom!
The sound of a lightning strike rang out, and Kalin's head snapped to the side as he writhed in pain.
“Who said I would be hurt, uncle?”
It was Sylvia.
I kicked him with the same blow that destroyed the statue, and he screamed while holding his nose, blood flowing profusely.
His nasal bone appears to have been shattered.
'If she had completely crushed his skull, it would have been better... like that statue before.'
However, I gave Sylvia a thumbs up before I passed Kalin and rushed to Naran.
‘This blood… is he injured internally?’
Naran opened his eyes with effort, staring at me on the verge of fainting.
“Naran, are you okay? Where does your injury hurt?”
“Lizzy... forgive me...”
“What?”
Naran's voice trembled lightly.
“Because... I didn't keep our promise to have breakfast together...”
I looked at him calmly, then smiled softly, and extended my hand to gently stroke his cheek.
“Didn't I tell you? I'll share every breakfast with you for the rest of my life.”
“But… Lizzie… soon…”
“My choices may be strange sometimes, but I always stick to what I say.”
She exchanged glances with him, saying:
“I'll stay here. I'm not going anywhere.”
Naran's eyes widened immediately.
“But, but...”
He bit his lips hard.
“...Arkle was right. I was stubborn then, but I know for a fact that having Lizzie here constantly might cause a war...”
His tone gradually rose.
"That's why I wanted power. If I weren't as useless as I am now... If I had power like my brother Arkiel...!"
“No need.”
I cut him off firmly.
“Because now you are enough just the way you are, a beautiful, beloved, precious child.”
Even though I'm the only one who sees this, I loved reading the original novels because I love watching characters get hurt, but seeing Naran's face covered in blood was tearing my heart apart.
'How could a child so beautiful be abused...'
I gently wiped away the traces of blood on his lips with a handkerchief from my sleeve, and Naran looked at me with a weak smile.
“I thought you were angry...but you're really nice, Lizzie.”
“……”
“Let’s have breakfast together tomorrow. We won’t break this promise.”
Naran slowly closed his eyes, as if his consciousness had left his body.
Under his shirt, I noticed red marks on his body.
I silently lifted the hem of his shirt...
'Oh my God…'
I bit my lip wordlessly.
It had only been a few days since Kalin had arrived here, yet Naran's body was full of wounds as if he had been subjected to years of abuse.
Then I was sure.
This is undoubtedly an extension of the abuse that began in his childhood.
‘I remembered that Kalin said that he worked in the Magic Tower in his youth…’
I don't know the exact target, but he had been testing Naran for a long time.
'Is this why Naran is interested in torture?'
It seems that his childhood with Kalin's harsh treatment unconsciously taught him violence.
She slowly got up and looked at Kalin.
He was falling in front of Sylvia, kneeling with his hands behind his back, screaming:
“This stupid maid...what are you doing to your master!”
Sylvia mocked him, saying:
“And who do you say is my master?”
She smiled sarcastically and added:
“Master is that young man Naran, who is lying there...”
“Ahhhh!”
Kalin screamed as Sylvia twisted his arm.
Sylvia smiled at me and said:
“This one is Lizzy Alheim, standing here.”
“You crazy woman…”
“What do we do with this bastard?”
Sylvia asked me without caring about Kaline's words.
“Simply remove his arm?”
“Ahhhh!”
Calline shouted again.
“No, Sylvia.”
I closed my ears and approached them.
“This is not permissible.”
Callen looked relieved when she stopped Sylvia.
“That's right, a Saint shouldn't do this. A Saint is naturally merciful, right?”
"correct."
“Really, you are kind. Enough playing around, now set me free and show me your mercy.”
"Good."
I answered immediately, and Sylvia's face was surprised.
“Really, you'll forgive him? But...”
“Servant, do not interfere!”
Calin interrupted sharply, then gave me an evil smile.
“Okay, Saint... come forward...”
I looked silently around the laboratory on the floor, and my sight fell on a small iron skewer.
'This is appropriate.'
She picked it up and smiled, turning to Kalin:
“I will grant you special mercy. Choose: the right eye or the left eye.”
Kalin's face, which was smiling confidently, froze.
"…What?"
“I told you: Will you give up the right or the left?”
“Hahaha, you’re very amusing… but I don’t feel like joking now—”
“No joke.”
He shivered when he heard my calm voice.
“We're not here to play. Sylvia, hold him tight.”
“You crazy girl, get away!”
I grabbed Kalin's face, and he screamed like crazy.
“Tell me quickly! I will grant you special mercy and leave you with the eye of your choice.”
“You crazy person!”
She said as she pressed the skewer to his eye:
“If we break an arm or two, they will heal quickly, but what you did to Naran will last forever. Isn't that fair?”
“Nonsense…! You’re too weak for such—”
"I can! I've been dreaming of trying this whenever I watch movies."
Maybe Calin didn't fully understand what I said, but he realized that I wasn't being reckless.
“You crazy person! Do you think you will still be safe after this?!”
I approached the Sikh closer, and he shouted while trying to wriggle out, asking for forgiveness.
“Do you want me to forgive you?”
Calin nodded madly:
“Please, please!”
She smiled at him gently:
“So tell us, you bastard, what you did to my little one.”
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Translated by: Snow
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