A Villain's Will to Survive novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238: Sylvia (1) Part 2

“Weak limbs make for a heavy mind,” I muttered.

“... Say what now?” Rogerio said.

Standing on the deck of Rogerio’s ship, I passed on Rohakan’s words and looked out toward the Island of the Voice. The storm of mana still raged over that island of mortal danger, and the howl of nature roared with double the violence it had before.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Epherene asked, her brow furrowed as the storm pressed close around the ship.

Without a word, I pulled off my watch, took off my coat, and tossed it toward Epherene.

“Ooof!”

Epherene nearly lost her balance as she caught the heavy coat I’d thrown her way.

“Wait—you’re actually going to swim in this weather, Professor?” Epherene asked, staring at me in disbelief as if I’d lost my mind.

I nodded.

“No—that’s not possible. Any other island, maybe. But that’s the Voice. It’s no island—it’s a demon the sea keeps breathing in its waves.”

“And what of it?”

"You said it yourself, Professor—that the waves spread infinitely. If you try to swim through them, the island will only keep slipping farther away. And you'll lose all sense of time," Epherene said, her brow tightening as she looked straight at me.

Night had fallen deep over the sea, and though many mages were aboard Rogerio’s ship, all were now asleep. I had chosen this moment on purpose—no doubt someone like Epherene would have had plenty to say otherwise.

“Even that has no hold on me,” I said, stepping toward the railing of the ship.

With her words catching in her throat, Epherene said, "No—Professor, wait—"

Epherene rushed to stop me, but I didn’t answer, only looking down at the surface of the sea, where the waters were rough and rolled over a depth that could have been thousands of meters. No one knew what oceanic beasts might live down there in the dark—but I wasn’t too concerned.

“Please, just get down,” Epherene said, grabbing my arm and pulling.

However, to an Iron Man, her strength was barely that of a small puppy’s tug. I looked up at the moon, hanging high above, round like a steamed bun—looking just like Epherene's face.

“Professor, please just come down—argh!”

I pushed Epherene down below deck, and she tumbled, landing awkwardly on her bum on the floor.

“Ow! Come on!” Epherene yelled, rubbing her back.

"Epherene, once a forefather of Yukline, found himself standing before the same dilemma—and left behind a question," I said.

One phrase from the autobiography of a Yukline family head stayed in my mind—for reasons I couldn’t explain, it remained clear as ever.

“‘... Humans fear demons. That is how we were made. But if so, what must Yukline be when seen through a demon’s eyes?’”

It was a question that ran to the very core of what it meant to be part of the Yukline bloodline.

“To me, the answer has always been simple. If humans were born to fear demons, then Yukline must become something no demon dares call human.”

The purpose of the House, to exterminate demons, wasn’t just tradition—it was woven into the fabric of the world itself, compelling Deculein and igniting a passion in him that left no room for anything else.

“No deed born of man is enough to banish a demon.”

That’s why Yukline was never meant to be humane—nor was it allowed to be—and perhaps that’s the root of why Deculein turned out the way he did.

"Therefore, the demons fear Yukline. And if they know no fear, then let it be me who shows them what fear is," I concluded.

“But—”

“If you object—then tell me, what other path is there to save Sylvia?”

Epherene remained silent.

Splash—!

“... Hmm. Forever?”