A Villain's Will to Survive novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172: Tiger (1)

In the forests of the unexplored region, where demonic energy swirled and trees of dark power writhed with unnatural vitality, their thorned vines twisting through the air like creeping shadows, Allen sat motionless

"One... two... three..." Allen murmured, counting the stars scattered across the night sky.

Allen closed his eyes as the faint glow of distant lights shimmered in his memory, like scattered embers in the vastness of the universe. The weight of his clan’s uncertain future settled over him, heavy and unrelenting, pressing into the corners of his mind.

"Is it permitted for you to step away from your post while still on a mission?"

At the sound of a sudden voice, Allen turned toward its source, and there stood Lillia Primien.

“Take this,” Primien said, handing Allen a folder.

Lillia Primien was a woman whom the Great Elder once lauded as destined to be a beacon of hope for their clan.

“Read it, then burn it immediately, Allen.”

Report on Scarletborn Village: Terror Tactics of the Scarletborn

Report on the Management of the Scarletborn Concentration Camp and the Execution of Inmates

Development of Bethan's Distinction Magic

Report on the Proposal for the Gas Chambers in the Concentration Camp

Report on the Expansion of Roharlak Concentration Camp

The documents covered four key topics, each related to the systematic suppression of the Scarletborn, and contained highly classified information.

"Gas chamber?" Allen asked, stopping at one of the topics on the list.

"A sealed chamber filled with toxic gas—a deranged plan designed to slaughter our clan," Primien explained.

Allen pressed his lips together, his thoughts churning. The continent had descended into ruin, and he wondered if the Scarletborn’s only sin was their very existence.

"How long do you plan to keep up this act with Deculein? Once this legislation takes effect, it will be too late."

Allen studied Primien intently; her face, a mask of calm, concealed the quiet turbulence of unspoken thoughts stirring beneath the surface.

“Do you know what the Professor said to me?” Allen asked.

Primien shook her head and said, "Deculein’s name is all over those documents. Your professor has personally signed off on much of it."

“But not for the gas chambers.”

“... Even so, the Professor’s role in the oppression is indisputable. He has claimed more Scarletborn lives than a cart could ever carry.”

Among the Scarletborn forced to hide in the shadows, Deculein’s name inspired a terror surpassing death. To them, being claimed by a tiger’s jaws seemed a mercy compared to falling into his hands.

"He even sent children to be imprisoned in Roharlak," Primien added.

“But no children have died there,” Allen countered. “And the Professor said that children are different. He believes that, in every world, one thing is indisputable and that no child should bear the weight of guilt.”

Primien clicked her tongue in thought. The one who had once been the coldest among their clan had shifted so drastically, leaving her to wonder what it was that Allen had seen in Deculein to bring about such a change.

"The higher-ups have called for the professor's assassination."

“No. The Great Elder would never issue such an order—”

“Alesol wishes for it. Your own blood relative."

Alesol—a name long forgotten—pulled Allen’s attention toward Primien.

“The Great Elder doesn’t have much time left, and his life is nearing its end. With Karixel confined in Roharlak, Alesol will soon take command of the Scarletborn,” Primien added.

“If the Professor is assassinated, the oppression of the Scarletborn will only escalate,” Allen said.

"It means she would rather wage war than stand by, watching our people suffocate, trapped and slaughtered in gas chambers."

Primien felt the tension closing in around her, like a tightening noose she could neither escape nor ignore. In recent days, the weight had only grown heavier. Bethan’s invention, the distinction magic, loomed like a dark storm on the horizon. That damned blood magic crept ever closer, its shadow soon to fall upon the senior officials.

“It’s a gas chamber, Allen,” Primien added. “Never in the history of this continent has there been a slaughter of humans like this before.”

“... And you, Primien? Do you want me to kill the professor?” Allen asked, his voice void of emotion.

Primien offered no response, her silence rooted in the fact that Deculein, too, held a special place in her memories.

Primien met Allen’s eyes in silence, then shook her head and replied, “You should leave him by winter. Being in Rekordak, you’ll find a natural way to escape the area. A new identity has already been arranged. And even if you don’t kill him, Alesol will still find another way to kill Deculein.”

“... I have to go back now,” Allen said, rising to his feet.

Allen stepped forward, and with that single step, he crossed miles, disappearing from the forest in the blink of an eye.

Left alone, Primien glanced at her watch. The time read 4:13 a.m., and she figured Deculein was probably waking by that time.

***

Scritch scritch— Scritch scritch—

With my fountain pen in hand, I wrote the spells and magic circles, shaping the final remote exam for the advanced lecture.

1. The following magic circle is based on Iron Man’s theory. Analyze its structure, interpret its purpose, and predict the effects and outcomes of the spell in detail.

This question encapsulated the core and essence of everything I had taught. If an answer key existed—or if a student managed to provide a proper response—it would rival the length and depth of any scholarly thesis.

Therefore, the difficulty, I dare say, is nothing short of extreme.

Scritch scritch— Scritch scritch—

The exam questions I had created so far spanned seven pages, consuming nearly 5,000 mana in the process. With six questions planned but none entirely completed, I estimated that it would take over 80,000 mana and nearly two weeks to finish them.

Scritch scritch— Scritch scritch—

Half of my mana had already been drained, fueling Comprehension, when my eyes drifted to the clock—it read 5:00 a.m.

Knock, knock—

A knock came at just the right moment, and with a flick of my wrist, I opened the door.

“Professor, I hope you’ve been well,” Primien said, tilting her body slightly as she stood just beyond the threshold.

"... Primien? What brings you here?" I asked.

"I have a matter that requires your attention. May I step inside?"

I nodded, and she approached quietly before settling into a chair. A brief silence hung in the air as I took in her appearance—the deputy director of the Ministry of Public Safety, bundled in a thickly padded coat and a fur-lined hat, as though she had stepped out of a snowbound expedition, resembling an Eskimo.

"You don’t appear to enjoy the cold," I said.

"That’s correct."

"I thought you were from the Northern Region."

"I am not fond of the cold. Even those born in the Northern Region can find its bite unbearable, wouldn’t you agree, Professor?"

"... Fair enough."

Primien placed three crystal orbs on the desk and said, "These are for a remote meeting regarding Sylvia. Your attendance, if possible, would be greatly appreciated."

It was clear these crystal orbs were linked to the senior officials of the Intelligence Agency and the Ministry of Public Safety. Though the meeting request was sudden, I had promised to offer advice on the matter concerning Sylvia, leaving me with little choice.

"... Very well."

“Yes, Professor. I will initiate the link now,” Primien said, nodding as she channeled mana into the crystal orb. “Testing. Can you hear me? Testing, one, two. Are you able to hear me, Director?"

— Hmm? I hear you. Is that you, Primien?

"... Yes, Director. The Professor is here with me," Primien replied.

— Oh, Professor! It’s an honor to speak with you. This is Drone speaking, Director of the Ministry of Public Safety.

"My pleasure," I replied.

Primien connected the second crystal orb, and this time it was with the Intelligence Agency.

— It’s a pleasure to speak with you, Professor. This is the Intelligence Agency speaking. Due to the nature of our work and for confidentiality reasons, we cannot disclose names or ranks, and we ask for your understanding.

"That’s of no concern. Let’s get to the point."

— Yes, Professor. We are planning to enhance the level of surveillance on Sylvia.

"For what reason?"

— It has been confirmed that Sylvia and Roharkan have had contact.

I listened in silence, revealing no emotion. Primien’s attempt to understand my thoughts felt almost comical.

— Rohakan is classified as a Black Beast-level criminal. Therefore, anyone who knowingly interacts with or collaborates with him falls under the surveillance mandate of Imperial law. However, Sylvia has not met with him just once, but on several occasions—enough to be considered collusion.

"Do you have any evidence to support this claim?"

— Yes, Deputy Director Primien should have it with her.

At those words, I turned to Primien, who pulled a few photographs from her coat and handed them to me. The images showed Sylvia and Idnik conversing with Rohakan at the Inn—evidence likely obtained directly by the Intelligence Agency themselves.

— What is your judgment on this issue, Professor?

“... Was this taken directly by the Intelligence Agency?”

— This evidence was obtained from an external source.

“No sane individual would covertly photograph from the Inn and report on them.”

The Intelligence Agency fell silent.

"Undignified individuals... Should these paparazzi methods be exposed, the masters from the Inn will respond without mercy. Take every measure to ensure your identities remain hidden, at any cost."

— Yes, Professor.

I clicked my tongue and said, "Regardless, with such definitive evidence of her contact with Rohakan, raising the surveillance level must be an inevitable course of action."

— Yes, Professor. That is correct.

— Yes, however, they are not the only individuals under surveillance, Professor. Deputy Director Primien, if you would?

— These were also taken at the Inn on the Floating Island, including the members of the Red Garnet Adventure Team.

— Beside Ganesha stand three figures you may not recognize—Ria, Leo, and Carlos, each of them from the Archipelago.

— All of them were involved in dealings with Rohakan. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

— You are considered the only mage in the Empire capable of standing against Rohakan, Professor. Furthermore, it is likely that these individuals aim to establish further contact with him. Should you choose to intervene and exert the necessary effort, Her Majesty Sophien would surely deem it appropriate to reward you.

Considered as the only mage in the Empire capable of standing against Rohakan... Should he choose to unleash his full strength, I would have no time to react before being completely destroyed. It is possible that Adrienne was intentionally excluded due to her strained relations with the bureaucrats, I thought.

— No, not yet.

Additionally, Sylvia’s spell, Wind, developed just for Deculein, had now reached a level so advanced that only those nearing the rank of Archmage could even detect it.

There are Scarletborn by Deculein's side—Scarletborn who bear deep grudges against him. Scarletborn, who has commanded Deculein’s death now waits in silence, Sylvia thought, closing her eyes.

Deculein must die by my hand alone. The right to kill him is mine alone—I will never surrender it to the Scarletborn.

Crunch— Crunch—