A Villain's Will to Survive novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183: Winter's Moon (3)

"S-stop spewing that bullshit, you motherfucker—!" Epherene shouted.

For the first time in her life, a curse she had never spoken blasted from Epherene’s lips, ringing out like thunder and shaking the entire house. The walls trembled, and with a furious stomp, Epherene drove her foot into the ground.

“You son of a bitch—argh!”

Wood Steel gripped the back of her neck and commanded, "Be still."

“Let me go! Let me go!” Epherene shouted, thrashing like a fish pulled from water.

"This is your dream. If you stumble, you alone will face the consequences," Wood Steel said, his grip steady as he restrained her.

“... Why are you...!”

"Remember what you’ve learned so far. How long will you continue to remain so immature?"

The words felt as if they had come directly from Deculein himself, and because of that, Epherene found herself calming, though only slightly, before locking her burning eyes on Decalane.

Decalane smiled and said, “... Child, the day will come when you understand. Your destiny was sealed at the very moment you were conceived—”

At that moment, the metal fragments scattered by Wood Steel began to resonate, forming a barrier that disrupted the connection between air and matter. As a result, it silenced the world entirely, cutting off the transmission of sound.

Decalane shook his head with intentional slowness and moved his lips, though no sound escaped. Epherene followed the slight movements of his mouth, straining to piece together his muted words.

— In this world, you stand alone. Place your trust only in yourself.

And with that, Decalane faded into nothingness.

... The mansion’s room now blanketed in stillness, Epherene sat on the edge of the bed, struggling to catch her breath.

"What the hell was up with that freak...?" Epherene muttered, her brow furrowing in displeasure. "Stupid creep, dirtbag, bonehead."

Epherene chewed on her lip, glanced up at Wood Steel, and added, "If he was going to spew nonsense, he should have at least made it believable. Don’t you agree?"

Wood Steel glanced down at her in silence, as always, offering no response.

“... It doesn’t make sense, right? Why would my dad hate me?” Epherene continued. “Hah. Like I’d ever fall for that.”

Wood Steel stood in silence, offering no response.

"It's like, ridiculous..."

Epherene’s faint gradually faded as she turned to Wood Steel and said, "... But."

The man in Deculein’s guise remained silent throughout, his lips tightly sealed.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Epherene didn’t know the reason—no, she had a feeling she knew, but stubbornly refused to acknowledge it.

Wood Steel resembled Deculein, bore his memories, and ever chose silence over fabrication, for a lie could never stain his lips.

“You...”

Epherene stared blankly at Wood Steel, and within his icy eyes, a faint ripple of emotion appeared—sympathy.

“Why...?”

Snap—!

Wood Steel snapped his fingers.

At that moment, the walls of the mansion collapsed inward, pulling Epherene from her dream like a tide that dragged her back to reality.

"Oof!"

Epherene jerked upright, her eyes snapping open as they swept quickly over her surroundings.

However, something felt wrong. She couldn’t see anything—her vision was entirely overtaken by darkness, as if the world itself had been drained of light or her sight stolen away.

“I-I can’t see anything!”

***

"Oof!"

A strange noise broke the silence, and I turned toward its source.

Epherene, who had been sleeping face down, seemed to have finally woken up, with a piece of paper stuck to her face—Supply Evaluation of Rekordak—likely from the drool she had let slip while sleeping. She turned her head from side to side before a sudden shudder coursed through her, making her flinch as if a shadow had brushed her skin.

“I-I can’t see anything!” Epherene yelled. "... N-no way. Did he really do this to me?!"

I shook my head, not understanding who she meant. Meanwhile, Epherene flailed her arms about in the air as if trying to grab something.

Who is 'he' she is referring to? I thought, shaking my head.

"I can't see! Why, I, why can't I see?!" Epherene screamed, her arms swinging in all directions, scrambling for nothing but the empty air.

How pathetic, desperately swinging her arms like that. With each passing day, it felt as if she slipped further into her own foolishness.

"I can’t see anyth—"

With a flick of Telekinesis, I removed the paper stuck to her face.

Flitter, flutter, flutter—

The paper fluttered down to the floor, and Epherene, staring blankly as it fell, finally seemed to register the situation before her eyes turned toward me.

“... Oh.”

Sssss—

Epherene felt her face as if it were on fire, flushed deep red like a beet, and she stammered, "I-I'm sorry. I must have dozed off for a moment and wasn’t really myself—"

I used Telekinesis to float a sheet of paper toward her, and as soon as she saw it, Epherene flinched.

"This is to be submitted as a written explanation. Ensure that you include every detail of your wrongdoing," I instructed.

“... Yes, Professor.”

I picked up the fountain pen again; however, no progress was made on the sentence before me.

The letter I was drafting for the Imperial Palace was to follow a formal epistolary style, meant not only for the Empress herself but also for her officials. However, composing it felt strangely difficult, lacking the scholarly depth I had grown used to. Most of the books I had read in this world had been steeped in scholarship, philosophy, and magic, far outweighing literature.

“Hmm...”

However, there was a famous Chu Shi Biao, an official memorial letter from Earth, that came to my mind—a timeless masterpiece and the very epitome of such memorials. It opened with the iconic line, "I, Liang, humbly report—," written by Zhuge Liang, a record that even those with a passing interest in historical strategy games would likely have recognized.

I closed my eyes and let the words of the Chu Shi Biao settle in my mind, trying to reach back to the moment when he had drafted those lines and using my Comprehension to understand the emotions that must have shaped his thoughts.

I ignored the glance from the corner of Epherene's eye, its distraction fading as I focused on my lines, allowing the ink to trace its path across the blank page.

***

... Lately, the grand imperial hall of the Imperial Palace has been filled with meetings that flared like wildfire, occurring several times a day, whether Sophien attended or not, with heated debates about the outbreaks of demonic beasts,

The meetings crackled with tension, stoked by reports of demonic beasts swarming not only from the borders of the Northern and Western Regions, but also sweeping through the mountains and forests of the Central Region.

"Roharlak has completed the defenses to perfection; however, the issue lies with the Northern Region, Your Majesty," one of the officials reported.

Sophien sat upon the throne, her eyes sweeping over those gathered below.

"The reconnaissance from Rekordak reports that the number of demonic beasts has swelled to an unimaginable scale, Your Majesty."

The report from the Northern Region shook the foundations of the Imperial Palace. The scouts had depicted the landscape of the Land of Destruction and the dense clusters of demonic beasts, numbering well over tens of millions.

"So, Deculein was right after all," Sophien said

"... Yes, Your Majesty. For now, that seems to be the case."

The hall fell into a heavy silence as heads lowered. Those who had once criticized him or labeled him a false prophet because of his predictions now found themselves mute, their arrogance stripped away by the weight of truth.

"You always love to add a qualifier—'for now,' is it? Fucking idiots," Sophien scoffed, resting her chin on her hand.

“Our apologies—”

"Enough! I’m tired of hearing that—'My apologies this,' 'my apologies that'—from your mouths. If you wish to offer an apology, stop creating the circumstances that necessitate them in the first place! Enough of this—now, tell me your thoughts. Should we send reinforcements to the Northern Region or not?" Sophien demanded.

The officials exchanged glances with one another, none daring to speak. Though words hovered on their tongues, the weight of Sophien’s attention silenced them, fear rooting them in place.

"... If Professor Deculein’s predictions are indeed accurate," the elder Romelok began, "then the prospect of holding the Northern Region against such an overwhelming tide of demonic beasts is nothing short of impossible, Your Majesty."

Knock, knock—

Creeeeak...

Romelock let out a bitter laugh and said, "Hmph, who?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," the adventurer said, bowing on one knee as he carefully opened the letter. “Ahem.”

"’I was, by nature, a mere professor of the Mage Tower, one who sought no extraordinary path and clung selfishly to my own accomplishments. _{ƒreewebηoveℓ.com}

Did I really do such a thing? Sophien thought, the memory lingering within her as she sifted through the distant corners of her mind.