A Villain's Will to Survive novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: Farewell (1)

I descended the staircase made of Wood Steel, each step forming beneath my feet as twenty steel blades shifted effortlessly into place.

At first, carrying Sophien on my back was uncomfortable, but I soon came to terms with it. She was Sophien Aekater Augus von Jaegus Gifrein, an Empress of the Imperial Palace. With such noble blood running through her veins, I figured she deserved the honor to rest on my back.

Sophien had been silent for some time, likely lost in her own thoughts.

"... The temperature," Sophien muttered, her voice soft as she pressed closer against my back.

"Your Majesty, are you feeling well?" I inquired.

"I'll manage," Sophien answered.

Despite possessing the greatest potential in the world, Sophien remained in a cocoon of her own making. Her usual ennui and lethargy made it clear that her awakening was still a distant prospect. Besides, since entering this snow globe, she had consumed nothing but ice cream and water.

"This is the result of Your Majesty's long-neglected training."

Sophien remained silent.

"If Your Majesty had been more diligent in honing your mana and training in magic, this chill would not trouble you—"

"I get it. Now, shut your mouth."

"... Sir Keiron," I called, keeping pace as he guarded Sophien’s back. "Is everything well?"

The Snowflower Stone could shield only one—Sophien. Keiron had no choice but to face the cold alone.

"I am fine," Keiron replied.

I trusted his words and instructed, "Stay close and do not fall behind."

"... אח בשבילך."

At that moment, Sophien wove a spell of wordcraft. Her words transformed into a warm, gentle flame that wrapped around Keiron.

"Your Majesty."

"I won’t have anyone lagging behind," Sophien commanded.

Keiron nodded to the Empress, a faint smile touching his lips.

***

Tick, tock— Tick, tock—

The clock’s ticking echoed through the quiet Inn. The rustle of turning pages filled the room as Epherene read Sylvia’s novel, while Sylvia watched her intently. Idnik, Gindalf, and Rogerio observed the two, their eyes sharp with interest.

Gulp—

Sylvia tensed, masking her nerves with a façade of indifference. Deep down, she had always intended to share this story. Writing and painting were her passions, and recently, she had poured her soul into this novel, tentatively titled Blue Eyes.

Her eyes stayed on Epherene’s face, studying every flicker of expression. At last, Epherene glanced up, either done with the story or already bored of it. Sylvia held her breath, waiting for Epherene’s reaction.

Finally, Epherene looked up and said, "You know, Sylvia, you’re a good writer."

It was a compliment. Sylvia’s heart skipped a beat; it had been so long since she’d heard such praise. Still, she kept her expression steady. Epherene grinned, fiddling with the manuscript pages of Sylvia’s novel.

"This is great. Do you have the next chapter?" Epherene asked.

"I haven’t finished it yet," Sylvia replied.

"Oh, really? It's so intriguing—I can't wait to read the next part."

Sylvia lowered her chin, masking any trace of emotion.

"Do you plan to publish it?"

Sylvia gave a simple nod.

Epherene’s eyes lit up with excitement and said, "Wow, I’ll be the first to buy a copy when it’s published!"

"... Do as you like," Sylvia muttered.

At that moment, Gindalf intervened, saying, "Now then, if we're finished catching up, shall we begin? Carla?"

Carla and Jackal glanced over. Epherene flinched, only now realizing they had been listening the entire time.

"I apologize for the delay," Gindalf said. "I have asked them to assist with your training."

"... I think it was only four times," Carla said.

"Exactly."

Carla nodded, slipped a hand beneath her robe, and slowly drew back her hood, revealing her magic eyes—brilliant and glowing red. The instant Epherene locked eyes with her, her consciousness spiraled into darkness. She crumpled to the floor without a sound. Sylvia glanced at Epherene's limp form, then waved over a staff member, ordering something off the menu.

Three minutes later, Epherene snapped awake with a sharp gasp.

"Argh! What was that? I nearly died!" Epherene yelled, instinctively clutching Gindalf’s collar. Gindalf let out a hearty laugh as Epherene's hands shook before she finally let go.

“What did you think?” Gindalf inquired.

“I... I’m sorry, I just got startled. But w-what was that? It felt so—”

“It’s a mental strength exercise,” Gindalf explained. “I had Carla perform it for you. You’ll have four attempts in total.”

“You want me to go through that three more times...?” Epherene muttered, clutching her chest as her heart pounded, feeling like it might burst.

“Epherene, ya mental strength ain’t too shabby. Ya just need a good, well-structured system, that’s all,” Rogerio said. “Easiest way ta do that is ta construct a mental guardian up in ya head.”

"Well-structured system?" Epherene echoed.

"Yes," Rogerio nodded. “Picture the most trustworthy thing ya can think of in ya head. Don’t gotta be a person—it could be a deah, a lion, hell, even a dragon. Once ya visualize it, it’ll fight for ya.”

Epherene stared at him for a moment, then gave a slow nod. A mental guardian... Only one person came to mind.

"Alright, I’ll give it a shot," Epherene said.

“Speakin’ of which,” Rogerio said, turnin’ to Sylvia, “ya wanna give it a go, too?”

Sylvia shook her head and replied, "No, I’ll pass."

“... Ya sure? Alright then. Carla?” Rogerio gestured.

Epherene, still trying to collect her thoughts, waved her hands and said, "Wait, I’m not ready—I don’t think I can—"

“Okay.”

“Arghh!”

Carla, however, wasn’t ready to take no for an answer. Epherene barely managed to shout before Carla’s eyes locked onto hers again, pulling her back into the depths of her consciousness. Meanwhile, Sylvia received her order.

“Mana-stone roast chicken,” the server said, carefully setting the dish before her.

The chicken, dusted with mana stone powder, was tough as a rock—a dish most would struggle to eat. But for Sylvia, who had long lost her sense of taste, it was ideal. After all, a strict diet was essential for becoming an Archmage.

“...Ya really eatin’ that?” Rogerio asked, her face twisted in horror. “I get that castin’ magic’s important, but that ain’t food fit for people, nevah mind mages!”

“Don’t bother with me,” Sylvia replied, her voice in a slight cold tone.

"Oh?"

Rogerio was caught off guard. She was nothing like the person she’d met on the Floating Island. Idnik gave a faint, bitter smile.

"Grrrblablabearrgggh—!"

Epherene snapped out of her trance, releasing a choked, unintelligible cry.

Jingle—

Just then, the door to the inn swung open. The newcomer stopped at the odd noise and looked over, flinching.

"Oh, what? Epherene? And the old man, Gindalf, too?"

It was Yeriel of Yukline, Deculein’s half-sister. She glanced at the renowned mages gathered around Epherene, tilting her head in puzzlement.

***

Deculein moved forward, carefully navigating the darkness. Sophien, resting on his back, was lost in thought. She tracked the flow of mana currents and noted the time difference. The source became clear as they advanced—this underground space, where a powerful surge of mana rose from the depths.

"... It still makes no sense," Sophien muttered.

Though she grasped the phenomenon with clarity, and her insight was sharp, one question remained, haunting her thoughts.

"Why won’t you..."

To her, death meant nothing. It was just a triviality.

However, Deculein—the Deculein from the previous cycle—had once said to her, "From now on... no matter what happens, you must not take your life by your own choice."

Sophien grasped Keiron’s loyalty, but Deculein’s motives were still a mystery. He had died without ever revealing the true meaning behind his words.

"Why won’t you let me die, Deculein?"

Thud, thud—

"... Hmph," Sophien scoffed. "Even if you say that, final death won't simply appear because I wish for it. I could commit suicide without you ever knowing."

"Deculein. Please take care of Her Majesty,” a voice called from behind them. _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}

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