This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir

Chapter 43: How Adults Use Bad Women

The sound of “ding-dong-ding” pounding on buildings continued day and night, except for the night after sunset, as long as there was any light in the sky, the Dead Sea residents would not stop working.

This work intensity was not much different from before, but they had more smiles on their faces.

Because they were building their own homes, they were working hard for themselves.

As they looked at the houses taking shape, from the foundation framework to the initial form, the Dead Sea residents truly saw that their sweat could bring rewards, just like farmers waiting for the harvest season.

But during these few days, they also liked to do some futile things, such as helping others build houses.

“I first helped others build their houses to gain experience, so as not to make my own look so ugly. I’m truly enthusiastic!”

“Hey! Is there anyone else who needs a house built? I’ll lend a hand for free!”

“It was you, kid, who installed the wrong plank for me, making the window a tad too small.”

Many citizens of the Dead Sea followed the voice and indeed saw two symmetrical windows on the white house, with the one on the right being slightly smaller.

It was so triggering for those with OCD, they wanted to tear it down, it was so uncomfortable!

The children hopped and skipped around, touring the place, looking at this tranquil little town far from the barren beaches, grinning with joy.

They used to look up at the wealthy district with envy, and now, with the help of Lord Brother, they were fortunate enough to make it a reality!

“Living here in the future, we won’t have to worry about monsters suddenly appearing at night.”

“If only these days could have come sooner, would my parents not have had to die at the hands of monsters…”

“Don’t talk such depressing talk, let’s rather look forward to when Lord Brother will come back!”

The scorching breath from the sky caught the children’s attention, interrupting their conversation.

The citizens of the Dead Sea in the outer city, as if by some agreement, looked up.

Their eyes went from puzzled curiosity to shocked fear, their pupils dilating greatly.

A giant meteor fireball, trailing a long tail of flames across the sky, grew larger and larger in everyone’s sight!

It was heading straight for Elysium City!

Boom——!

The destructive power of magic was unleashed at the edge of the outer city, a spreading circle of fire sweeping across, leaving charred remains in its path.

This sudden attack, it was uncertain whether it shattered the beautiful dreams of the citizens of the Dead Sea or made them face reality.

Civilians blown away by the shockwave looked around in despair, their bodily pain momentarily numbed.

Confused, yet seemingly accustomed to it.

Did they really deserve nothing more than to live in constant fear and anxiety?

“The positioning of the magic scroll has gone awry, could it be due to the unstable currents brought by the Sea of Void? What a troublesome place.”

Lanwei’s figure appeared, from a small dot in the distant sky, he quickly arrived above the outskirts of the outer city.

Dressed in a brown mage robe, standing on a magic carpet, he looked down from above.

The scroll in his hand turned to ashes, it was the just-used “Great Meteor Technique,” powerful enough to be classified as military siege magic.

Lanwei hadn’t intended to show himself; he was prepared to make a painful sacrifice, using a dozen high-level magic scrolls for a magical baptism, bypassing the castle where the taboo dwellers resided, and directly making the civilians and nobles of the Dead Sea die a swift and clean death.

Unaware that the nobles of the Dead Sea had already perished, Lanwei subconsciously regarded the new city under construction as the nobles’ chosen new residence.

“Since precise positioning is impossible, then a random baptism it shall be, not letting anyone here spoil my prospects and future!”

Lanwei activated another magic scroll, the glow on the parchment lighting up, quickly forming a magic circle in the sky, with a meteor slowly taking shape within it, plummeting down at great speed!

But this time, the newly formed magic circle was shattered by a greatsword that appeared out of nowhere.

“Who dares to wreak havoc and go mad at the edge of the Dead Sea?”

Shanoa felt the magical fluctuations and immediately leapt from the castle’s terrace, rushing to the outer city.

Gazing upon the half-ruined city, scarred and wounded, the fearful cries of children reached her ears, igniting a nameless rage in the knight’s heart!

“My son, Connie, died here, and the nobles and commoners of this land shall accompany him in death! This is none of the business of you fallen ones, do not interfere, or the Sanctuary of Laws will execute you!”

Lanwei’s scroll lit up again, conjuring several magic circles in succession, determined to overwhelm his opponent and destroy all evidence of the people here as swiftly as possible.

An A-grade fire elementalist, he had stepped into the ranks of the continent’s strong, renowned in his own right, respected wherever he went.

Lanwei was now recklessly using his expensive magic scrolls, the threat they posed was immeasurable.

Janet’s agile figure emerged, she held Shanoa back, reminding her:

“Shanoa, you exerted yourself greatly against the Sirens last time, you haven’t rested enough!”

Shanoa was well aware of her condition, strangely, having just faced a meteor magic attack head-on, she felt no discomfort.

A warm current was soothing her turbulent power—was it that mysteriously appearing anklet?

Shanoa glanced at her thigh with puzzlement, the soul-soothing warmth seemed to emanate from there.

“I’m fine, don’t worry. Janet, have you noticed? He wants to kill everyone here, yet he deliberately avoids us, the most suspicious ones.”

The knight’s reminder made Janet realize this point.

Indeed, this magician came for vengeance for Connie, but the most suspicious were clearly them, the taboo bearers.

Could these commoners and nobles have dealt with Connie’s loyal butler?

“Although I don’t know the reason, his actions seem intent on silencing us!”

With this deduction, Janet shouted at Lanwei in the sky:

“The Dead Sea nobles you seek, Baron Pico and his ilk, have long perished in the monster siege.”

Upon receiving this information, Lanwei hesitated, flicking a “Light of Detection” from his fingertips.

The flashbang-like orb fell into the wealthy district, empty, capturing little to no life force.

Yet his meteor magic did not cease, aiming directly at the outer city, Lanwei’s gaze upon the wretched, fearful commoners, as if looking at ants!

“Do you truly intend to silence even the commoners?!”

Janet could not understand, but her expression had already turned cold.

Lanwei glanced at the two taboo bearers, his powerful soul force allowing him to sense many hostile intents from within the lord’s castle.

He did not wish to make enemies of these troublesome folks, but having come here, he was naturally prepared.

“This is the ‘Eye of the Angel’ from the seventh level of the Laws of Prohibition, you taboo bearers tainted with corruption, do not act rashly if you wish to avoid burning yourselves!”

With the disappearance of an extremely rare magic scroll, a holy angelic visage appeared in the sky above Elysium City.

The head was the size of a watermelon, its blazing holy radiance like its gaze, seemingly gentle yet divinely majestic.

Janet was momentarily overwhelmed by a sense of oppression, as if under the gaze of a natural enemy. If she used her power, it would immediately backlash!

The radiance could exacerbate their loss of control, punishing them with the very drawbacks of the forbidden power!

Yet, Shanoa felt… somewhat relieved?

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She was increasingly amazed by the power of the anklet; it not only mitigated the danger of losing control but even countered the influence of the [Angel’s Eye]!

However, the mysterious runes on the anklet were gradually dimming.

“Janet, you lead the civilians to disperse. I’ll hold him off, trust me!”

…

Chu Yan’s carriage was rumbling along the road, making its way through the monthly fee group 64936135.

After days of relentless travel, they could faintly smell the stench of seafood blown from the Sea of Void.

Passing by a secondary outpost, Chu Yan was surprised to find the stationed personnel all magically put to sleep.

Chu Yan’s groggy spirit jolted awake.

Despite these outpost guys being akin to “surveillance cameras,” prone to malfunction at critical moments, they couldn’t possibly be slacking so blatantly.

Nor could outsiders brazenly attack these outpost personnel with magic.

“This road is the only major route to the Dead Sea border, could it be Connie’s parents have arrived?!”

He hurriedly boarded the carriage, and it set off again.

Arriving at an outpost closest to Elysium City, the stationed personnel there too had fallen into a deep slumber.

And from the direction of the sea breeze, waves of magical fluctuations were coming!

“Aunt Nancy, use magic to get me there faster!”

Chapter Forty-Four: Elegance Never Goes Out of Style

On the way back to the Dead Sea border, Nancy, succumbing to Chu Yan’s shameless pleas and threats, humiliatingly dressed the younger generation in a maid’s outfit.

Like Velyn, she had a head of red hair, but while Velyn’s was a brilliant rose red, Nancy’s was a near-dark red, her long hair casually and naturally spread out.

Now, at Chu Yan’s request for magical flight, the usually listless maid aunt sighed, pulling a deeply embedded cross pendant from the deep cleavage of her neckline.

After a [Quick Incantation], Nancy’s lips moved slightly, and the magic spell was complete.

The exquisite cross grew dozens of times larger, handy enough to be used as a weapon!

Chu Yan couldn’t wait to step on it, ready to “ride the sword,” but Nancy gently tugged at his ear.

“The cross is not for stepping on, sit on it.”

“Sit on it?”

Seeing Nancy point to the crossbar, Chu Yan had many complaints in his heart, but with the situation in Elysium City unclear, he decisively leaped up and sat on it.

That being said, it had no backrest, and unlike riding a broom, it wasn’t stable. Wouldn’t he fall off while flying?