Failed To Abandon the Villain

“What is it again that you were kicked out?”

“That’s…… First of all, how about a cup of tea?”

“What kind of tea in the morning….”

Ceylon smiled awkwardly at Valletta’s voice again. A man with a brown robe that seemed to be the border between middle-aged and old age standing behind him slowly walked forward.

Valletta raised her head, still being hugged by Reinhardt.

“Nice to meet you, Lady Valletta. My name is Barrio Baloxis. I came here to talk to you because of some reasons….”

“Ah…..”

A low sigh escaped from between her lips. Come to think of it, it seemed that Quilt said something similar during his shift yesterday. He said someone was coming, but she was out of her mind so she nodded roughly.

“… Yesterday you said someone would come, but you didn’t say it was this morning.”

Looking at the Quilt, Valletta complained.

“I’m sorry.”

Of course, he didn’t even say that the visitor would be waiting as soon as she woke up. Of course, he was in a position of an escort, but he was in someone else’s mansion, and he hated Sokor. Valletta got goosebumps at the thought of the servants gathering outside. No matter how she thought about it, it was be a strange landscape.

“Besides, Barrio ….”

After all, Barrio Baloxis came. Isn’t he a person who occupies one place in the tower in many ways? Valletta, who narrowed her brow, looked at Quilt with a trembling gaze.

“Don’t blame him. I’m sorry, I was impatient because I just wanted to talk.”

“Yeah, it can happen as a person lives.”

Barrio Baloxis’s eyes widened at her harsh reaction.

“By the way, Lady Valletta seems to know me.”

Barrio Baloxis spoke with a benevolent smile, hiding his surprise. Valletta gently nodded her head. To be precise, Barrio was a character whom she had heard rumors at the Tower Library and encountered him by words in the novel.

“I heard a little bit about you when I was in the tower.”

“May I ask what was it that you heard?”

At Barrio’s words, Valletta glanced at him. Her dark brown eyes were skillfully hiding her emotions. It was questionable whether she would like the current situation in which she was having a conversation with him, who was a Sokor.

“It must be something you are familiar with. It’s a story of a rolled stone and an embedded stone.”

“… Well.”

Valletta didn’t have to speak openly, Barrio Baloxis scratched his chin with a troubled expression as if he understood her words without difficulty.

After a while, he lightly tapped the floor with the cane in his hand.

“Are you sure you want a cup of tea?”

“There is nothing difficult.”

Valletta shrugged her shoulders.

“If only I could take this off.”

With a tired look, she pointed her finger at Reinhardt, who was still holding her by the waist. There were times when she leaned on his warmth, but today it was especially severe.

At Valletta’s words, Barrio’s expression became strange. He thought it would take quite some time to figure out where his Master disappeared again, but the scene he saw this morning made him speechless. The Tower Master, who killed countless people, was sleeping with the woman with a relaxed expression on his face, hugging her tightly in his arms like a little child.

“Hey, you get away.”

“… .”

Valletta said, pressing Reinhardt’s forehead firmly. Barrio’s eyes widened slightly at Valletta’s annoyed expression.

‘…love?’

He seemed to understand a little. The wowan in front of him knew that the man was the Master of the Magic Tower and must have seen him killing people right in front of her, but she treated him casually like that. There was no way the Master could easily give up on this woman who made him feel ordinary, not different from others.

“What do you want to say?”

“Master……He said that he would give up the seat at the Tower, but he suddenly disappeared yesterday.”

“Ah….”

Valletta slowly looked behind her and sighed. What else do you not like? Perhaps he was a little shocked that he did not use magic this time.

“If that’s the case, I think you can take him with you now that he’s here.”

“He seems to be running away again soon.”

To call this an escape, it felt like she had just thrown it all away because it was just annoying to her.

Valletta let out a short sigh.

“Why did he run away?”

“To put it simply, there was a slight disagreement.”

Barrio Baloxis said silently.

Valletta was sitting on the bed, her waist was being held by Reinhardt, and conversing with the other person. She pointed her finger at her desk chair.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t treat you properly, but please sit over there if you can.”

“…thank you.”

Quilt brought him a chair. Barrio grabbed the hem of his robe and sat down on the wooden chair.

“The singularity between what we think and the niche of Sokor… No, because the Master who grew up with lady Valletta did not agree.”

Barrio briefly described what happened yesterday. Valletta listened intently to the story. When Barrio finished talking, she quietly shrugged her shoulders.

“I endured a lot because of his personality.”

Valletta, who leaned her forward and put her chin on her lap, looked down at Reinhardt’s well-groomed face, obviously pretending to be sleeping. Although he didn’t show any reaction.

“What did he have to do to the wizards who show hostility as soon as they arrived? I think he was trying to let it roll the way it used to.”

Indeedi he was. Wouldn’t it be better to just let the stone roll over and destroy the existing system altogether? The rolled stone would have to be added little by little to it whenever help was needed.

“… … You were just going to let it roll?”

“Yes, it’s better than having a stranger come and destroy everything that existed.”

“… .”

All that was allowed was their Master. To just leave it alone meant that he didn’t know much about the system.

‘The first thing to do is to explain it properly.’

Although Reinhardt was born with great power, he must have lived in awe and fear. Or intense hatred among Sokor.

“I’ll talk to him later… ”

thud!

Suddenly, Valletta’s heart tightened. She crouched down, clutching her chest with a throbbing pain.

“Lady Valletta … ?”

“Are you okay?”

Barrio Baloxis and Ceylon asked one after another, but Valletta could not answer. Their voices seemed to come from far away. Reinhardt, which had been lying behind her, holding her waist, opened his red eyes.

“Ugh… .”

“Master.”

Reinhardt quickly turned her to her side and held her in his arms. Cold sweat dripped down Valletta’s body.

“hurt…ah!”

She screamed out and collapsed, clutching Reinhardt’s shirt.

Reinhardt’s face contorted. He stared at Ceylon and Barrio Baloxis. The two shook their heads.

“Ahhhh…..”

“Valletta, breathe.”

Reinhardt patted her back and said softly. But she was holding her breath as if she couldn’t hear properly in her ears. That wouldn’t mean that her pain would subside.

Reinhardt raised his index finger and placed it carefully on her forehead. It was a kind of magic that would prevent her from feeling pain. Only then did Valletta’s face slowly softened. She exhaled harshly and was fine for a moment, then her face was contorted once again.

“Ah!”

Reinhardt’s expression hardened at her convulsive trembling. He laid her down on the bed and gently placed his palms on her stomach. He closed his eyes and slowly let his power flow into her. Reinhardt’s face hardened as he sent his power to flow through her body.

He hastily patted her neck. He clenched his fists and slowly stood up.

(*the Emperor got the necklace)

“Ugh…..”

Valletta crouched down on her body, slowly inhaling her breath at the fading pain. She clenched her teeth, her body shook, convulsing intermittently. It was the kind of pain she had felt somewhere.

“Rein….hardt .”

“Yes, Valletta.”

“You……you punk….. The necklace, where is it…”

Reinhardt couldn’t open his mouth with a hard expression on his face.

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