A Villain's Will to Survive novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166: Advancement (2) Part 2

Two months was far too short to persuade the continent, but more than enough to carve my will into its very fabric. As I traveled across nearly the entire land, it occurred to me that persuasion was unnecessary. There was no need to explain the workings of a lighter to apes; simply placing it in their hands would be enough.

The weight of intimidation, the image of a villain—these were powerful tools in moments like this. I applied steady pressure on those unwilling to heed my predictions.

With Empress Sophien’s full support, I had countless means at my disposal, including patrols carried out by the Elite Guards, edicts issued directly from the Imperial Palace, and even subtle threats backed by Yukline’s financial influence.

"Professor! At this rate, the entire territory is on the verge of bankruptcy. I implore you—please, reconsider..."

As a result, a procession of troublesome nobles showed up at my doorstep. Although I had forced their hand in order to secure the survival of their own lands, these lords and aristocrats arrived, pleading for me to save them instead.

I stared at the nobleman standing on my doorstep and said, "Gehan, was it?"

“Yes, Professor. The strain on our family’s resources has become nearly unbearable—”

“Bankruptcy is better than collapse. Redirect your squandered wealth toward something worthwhile.”

“... Ah.”

Today alone, thirteen provincial lords have arrived at my estate, each a vermin who has left even the most basic defenses of their lands in disrepair.

“Professor! I implore you—please, I’ll do whatever it takes—”

"Leave," I commanded, using Telekinesis to push the man back as I strode out of the mansion.

A car stood waiting in the garden, and through the open window, I caught a glimpse of a familiar face.

“You’re here?” Yeriel said.

I opened the door and settled into the seat beside her.

“Are you aware that you’ve become everyone’s worst nightmare lately? You’re practically a grim reaper.”

“Ignore it,” I replied.

“... Hmph. So, you’re really going to Rekordak?” Yeriel said with a shrug, a slight pout crossing her face.

“The decision has already been made.”

“But still~ you know~ that woman’s there,” Yeriel said, her words slowly trailing off as her teeth clenched and a low growl escaped.

I turned to her, curiosity suddenly stirring within me, and asked, "Why do you hold such hatred for Yulie?"

Yeriel bit her lip, crossing her arms with a quiet grumble, and said, “... When I began university, I was left entirely alone. Someone had to dash off to watch a knight’s tournament instead.”

“So it’s jealousy, then.”

“It’s not!” Yeriel shrieked.

I nodded, reclining into the seat as I opened a book.

“... Hey, you know.”

As I turned the page, Yeriel watched me, glancing up now and then with a cautious, uncertain look, then she asked, "Did you hate me back then?"

Could Deculein have really hated her? ... No, he must have felt bitter disdain—perhaps even a profound sense of revulsion, I thought as I heard her voice.

"Yeriel," I said, resting my hand on her head as the leather of my glove brushed her hair.

Yeriel looked up at me, her face filled with confusion. I met her eyes—those soft eyes, so unlike Deculein’s—and softly replied, "I feel no hatred toward you."

Yeriel became a statue, her breath barely a whisper as she sat motionless in her seat. Then, with a swift movement, she pointed toward the window.

"Get off here! We're here already!"

I turned to follow her glance and saw that we had arrived at the station.

“Very well.”

Ren stepped out ahead, smoothly circling to open my door.

As I stepped out of the car, Yeriel said, "I'll take good care of Hadecaine. ... After all, it is our territory."

I looked at her with quiet intensity. Though she cleared her throat, a hint of embarrassment in the air, something about her felt slightly off.

“Yeriel.”

“W-what?”

"Enough with the cautious tone and clipped words—you have no permission to act as if you're my equal."

Thud—!

I closed the car door. Through the window, I could see Yeriel staring back, a look of disbelief on her face.

“Ren. You may drive away.”

“Yes, sir,” Ren replied.

After sending the car on its way, I made my way onto the platform. The first thing that caught my eye was a trio gathered in quiet conversation—Allen, Drent, and Epherene, their heads close together as they exchanged words.

"Here. Trust me on this—one of these four companies is bound to take off," Epherene said.

"Do they? Their names all sound alike to me, though," Allen replied.

"And how would you know? How much did you invest, Leaf?" Drent asked.

"I've put a thousand elne into each one. I'll keep investing my salary like this every month. Once we're back from the next business trip, my profits will double, maybe even triple. And in three years? A hundredfold. These merchant companies will be the bedrock of our future fortune," Epherene declared, her voice stirring them with fierce confidence.

Clack—

I deliberately stepped on the ground with a heavy footfall, drawing all three heads toward me.

“Oh, Professor, you’ve arrived!”

“Hello, Professor.”

“You are here, Professor.”

"Oh, this? I heard there are a lot of birds of prey around Rekordak, so I thought—ahh!"

With a touch of Telekinesis, I dismantled her armor, piece by piece.

Clop, clop— Clop, clop—

"... Ah, there he comes!" announced one of the Imperial knights, gesturing toward the distant horizon.

"Professor is certainly a picture of... ahem,” murmured one of the nameless knights, glancing briefly at Yulie before clearing his throat.

Clop, clop— Clop, clop—

“Hmm.”