I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 210 Lucky Name

After a few seconds of dead silence.

Peacock's father finally came to his senses.

His expression gradually changed from shock, to horror, to anger.

His brain was down, and he understood what words his daughter, who had always regarded as a treasure, said from that beautiful little mouth that could lead to disaster!

"Snapped!"

A huge crisp sound resounded in the courtyard.

The peacock father slapped his daughter hard on the face, sending her flying straight away and falling to the lawn in a miserable state.

"You, you idiot!!!"

Peacock's father was furious and pointed at his beaten daughter on the ground, his voice trembling with anger.

"How dare you say that to the noble Marquise! Are you crazy?! I raised you so big in vain!!!"

"."

The peacock girl covered her swollen cheeks and looked at her father who had always been obedient to her in disbelief, trembling uncontrollably.

The carefully maintained feathers were beaten to pieces and scattered all over the floor.

The other guests looked down at her indifferently and mockingly. No one was willing to lend a helping hand, they just regarded her as a joke.

Moreover, he blamed her for ruining the Marquise's mood and ruining this beautiful banquet.

Amid the furious father and the cold gazes, the peacock girl thought blankly:
Why. Why does it become like this?

She didn't understand why she, as the daughter of a nobleman and always aloof, ended up in such a situation.

No.

The reason was not unknown, but it was right before her eyes.

"Ouch~ What, do you really want me to die?"

An unsullied, even playful voice sounded from above her head.

The Peacock Girl looked up slowly and tremblingly.

She met two rabbit faces looking at her with smiles.

——Marquise.

The Marquise who "resurrected from the dead" was the culprit that caused her to be so miserable.

Without even moving a hand, her noble status alone made her lose face.

"Honorable, noble Marquise!" Peacock's father rubbed his hands, sweating profusely, and said with difficulty, "My little girl was unusually frightened just now for some unknown reason! That's why——"

"Did I hear you correctly? Are you excusing your daughter, Mr. Peacock?"

At the beginning of the banquet, Mrs. Leopard, who was competing for Anros with Peacock Girl, spoke.

"No, it's not——"

Peacock's father waved his hands hurriedly.

Mrs. Leopard took advantage of the victory and pursued her: "Your daughter cursed the noble Marquise in public, and it was not enough for her to be dragged to feed the dogs."

"Why, do you also want to be with your daughter?"

"I"

Even with the cover of feathers, the despair on the face of the peacock father was visible to the naked eye.

Hopeless.
He had known that his daughter was mindless, but he didn't expect that she would be so mindless!
Dare to curse the Marquise in public, the only outcome waiting for her is death.

Nevertheless, he said mechanically: "I beg your forgiveness, noble Marchioness."

No. Hopeless
I have long heard that the Marquis and his wife are arrogant and will never tolerate anyone who disrespects her in public.
The Marquise smiled and said, "Okay, I forgive you."

"Please give my daughter a happy death - ah?"

Peacock's father reacted belatedly, raised his head blankly, and looked at the Marquise.

Not just him.

All the guests looked shocked and couldn't believe what they heard!
That Marquise actually said the word "forgive"? ! !

Simply unheard of! ! !

"Ah, ah thank you for your kindness! Marchioness!"

Peacock's father was overjoyed. This unexpected joy made him dizzy and almost cried with joy.

however.

Unlike her ecstatic father, the "forgiven" Peacock Girl had an extremely ominous premonition in her heart.

His nose seemed to smell the faint smell of blood.

If the real Marchioness is dead.
So who is this gentle and uncharacteristic "Marquise" now?

A white-haired figure appeared in the peacock girl's mind.

Her eyes widened for a moment, and the ominous feeling suddenly reached the extreme!

"--dad!!!"

She screamed, flying from the ground towards her father.

But, it's still a step too late.

"Pfft!"

A bright red tentacle penetrated from the man's abdomen.

The spurted blood splashed onto the Peacock Girl's face, still burning with heat.

"." There was deathly silence on the lawn.

None of the guests expected that the Marchioness would suddenly become angry.

But then I thought about it.

Indeed, this is in line with the "character" of the Marchioness.

"thump."

Peacock's father fell to the ground, his blood gradually soaked the green lawn, his eyes were frozen in shock and fear, and slowly lost their vitality.

The next second, the tentacle turned in the air, and cracks opened one after another on it, and the sluggish Peacock Girl was trapped.

Click click click.

Amid a heartbreaking sound of biting, the peacock girl turned into a plucked chicken and fell to the ground.

When she died, she was actually smiling.

It's like a taunt.

Staring at the guests with those dark eyes.

".What bad luck."

Mrs. Leopard frowned and backed away.

For some reason, she actually felt a little shuddering.

"Marquise," Mrs. Leopard suppressed her inexplicable uneasiness and smiled flatteringly at the Marquise, "You are still as decisive in killing as before. We really admire you."

The Marquise rolled her eyes, and Mrs. Leopard's increasingly stiff smile was reflected in her scarlet pupils.

After admiring her embarrassment for a few seconds, the Marquise—no, it should be called Anlos, smiled slightly:
"It's too early for you to worry."

The words fell.

The tentacles swept through the air and hit Mrs. Leopard's head like a whip, blowing it open all at once!
"."

The headless body swayed on the ground for a few times, then fell down.

reflected in the widened eyes of the guests.

They looked at the Marquise in horror and saw several blood-red tentacles extending from her back.

Open countless mouths and rush towards them!
“W-what are you doing—ahhhh!”

"Marquise?!!"

"Who can help me!!!"

In an instant, there was chaos on the lawn!
The guests were running around, screaming and being pierced by tentacles, and large swaths of blood splattered on the lawn, dyeing the green grass red.

[You killed the peacock father and daughter! Get 30 experience points! 】

[You killed Mrs. Leopard! Get 15 experience points! 】

[You killed the Porcupine Baron! Get 15 experience points! 】

The system beeps continuously.

Anlos used a goblin bone china cup to transform into a marquise.

With a tight smile on his lips, he glanced at the huddled, shivering band.

He said softly: "Keep playing."

The band shuddered and hurriedly started playing again.

The bow made of white bones pulled across the strings, producing bursts of beautiful notes.

Gradually, the initially disharmonious ensemble became melodious and dynamic, sounding like being on a magnificent dance floor.

Anlos smiled with satisfaction.

Turn around, walk to the long table covered with white tablecloth, and sit on the high-backed chair.

He stretched out his hand, picked up a piece of macaron that was replenished by the waiter later, and put it into his mouth.

hmm~
Really delicious.

Accompanied by beautiful music and miserable screams, Anlos happily enjoyed his afternoon tea moment.

At this point, she became a [Marquise].

——The blood rain poured down.

Because the daughter of the Peacock family made rude remarks, the noble Marchioness went into a rage and killed all the guests at the banquet, which quickly spread throughout the flesh-and-blood city-state.

The residents sighed, but didn't find it strange.

The Marquise's rough and bloody behavior only adds a touch of dangerous charm to her, making men dream about her at night.

Mrs. Three Wolf, who left the banquet early due to physical discomfort, was considered "extremely lucky".

It seems that Mrs. Three Wolf also left the city that night and returned to her mansion outside the city because of this incident.

It was as if he was fearing and running away from something.

Because she knew it deeply.

This "luck" has a name.

Its name is——

"Anlos Thien".

or.

Lord Prophet.

(End of this chapter)