I Only Treat Villains

The man slowly swept his hair to the side. He was wearing a mask of absolute apathy, even as blood seeped around him, beneath his feet.

Creamy hair that reminds you of a string of silver and pearls.

I swallowed my breath, seeing such a familiar face.

The beautiful colored hair, which seemed like pure silver in the blue moonlight, now looked like it belonged to a maniac.

“Look, Miss.“

The man looked at me and tugged at the cravat.

“Hello?”

His hair in a mess, the man took off his glasses and held them in his mouth.

Tak. The folding of the glasses was especially loud.

“I think you know why I’ve come to this dirty alley, Miss.”

“…”

“You know me, don’t you?”

The man slowly pulled the dagger out. He quickly approached me.

Soon there was a pair of dangerously bright red eyes in front of me.

His eyes curled when he smiled.

It was a frighteningly fierce, dizzying smile.

“Tell me, and I’ll spare you.”

Instead of clear, pure blue gems, these eyes are filled with red void, violence.

Heimdahl, the villain in madness. It was a picture of this night.

‘…This is dangerous.’

Quietly, my eyes skim over the scene.

Heimdahl had a short dagger in his hand. Was there anything to stab other than Thorce?

The trajectory of the sword spinning in the hand was unusual. I looked at it and lifted it up.

“My patience is wearing thin.”

His eyes were like a knife.

Eyes that are more likely to pierce more than boomerang swords*.

(*Swords that return to the owner’s hand even if thrown, dropped, lodged in something, etc.)

He didn’t show a trace of innocence from his day version.

I had certainly noticed that this man was a completely different person by night.

What should we do now?

<Even if you give me all the things in the world, I won’t accept them. I don’t want anything but your neck.>

This man at night was a villain, imbued only with cruelty and revenge.

<I want to kill you.>

This man, who only wanted the death of the heroine in part two…

His eyes, so small that his angelic appearance seemed unreal, were following my every move.

“That’s weird.”

Heimdahl’s pleasant expression fell.

“That’s a long silence. You’d better not do anything stupid. I can feel everything.”

Just like the smart man he is, he seemed to recognize my expression by briefly looking at me.

I was well aware of his abilities, but experiencing them in person was entirely different.

What should I do now?

There was still a small jewel in my pocket.

I could make room by clenching my fist inside my pocket.

“I’m sure you know me… But I can’t seem to remember it clearly…”

Should I use it? As I was thinking about my last hope, a sharp sound rang out.

Heimdahl quickly spun around.

Clang!

The dagger he was holding hit something.

Clang!

Heimdahl’s hit struck something to the ground. He turned around. It was another dagger.

“Crazy bastard, damn it!”

Thorce, probably the one who threw the dagger, managed to stand with a tattered breath.

When Heimdahl stepped on his back a little while ago, he looked like in pain.

“Haha, hah… Damn it.”

Next to Thorce were his men standing in support.

“How dare you humiliate me now? I won’t forget this grudge!”

Thorce’s eyes, engulfed in deep blue anger, bored into a single person. And I could feel Thorce’s gaze. Yep, it was on me.

I was dumbfounded for a moment.

“Hey, are you talking to me?”

“Who else? Damn it. You were going to seduce the bastard and pay him to assassinate people, weren’t you?”

… He hurt you, so why are you cursing me?

Thorce’s burning eyes were only directed at me though.

I couldn’t be mistaken.

“…Uh… Well, I can only see something in his eyes.”

This is such an unreasonable person.

I slightly frowned.

Somebody should tell Thorce that I don’t care much about his anger.

“You wait and see! You think you’re gonna be fine with the blessing of the shadow?”

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“I’m not the one who hit you.”

I crossed my arms and tilted my head.

He was a man who tried to turn a blind eye to me from the beginning and was scolded.

“I knew very well that you had no morals. From the moment you opened a jewelry shop right next to my store a month ago.”

“What’s wrong with that?”