A Villain's Will to Survive novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Resolve (2)

“... After three days of tracking,”

In the headquarters of the Empire's Knights Order, the highest council, known as the Round Table of Myth, was convened. Only the most critical issues were addressed here.

“It is presumed that Rohakan has already escaped the capital.”

Today, the atmosphere at the round table was somber. The official failure to capture Rohakan weighed heavily on them.

“Of course, we have requested cooperation from local knights’ orders and the police, so inspections will be carried out thoroughly,” Lawein reported, a knight of the Sacred Heart.

Thirteen high-ranking knights, including Deputy Knight Isaac, sat at the round table, while other members stood by.

“We will prepare a report for Her Majesty—”

At that moment, the large doors of the conference room swung open with a resounding creak.

“A report will not be necessary.”

Everyone's eyes widened as a group of knights entered, forming a line. A radiant aura shone through.

“Of course, the Intelligence Agency's shadows are more accurate than any of you...”

The current Empress of the Empire, Sophien Aekater Augus von Jaegus Gifrein, entered with the majesty befitting a true monarch.

“Hail to Her Majesty the Empress!” the entire knights’ order shouted as they knelt, regardless of rank.

Their loud shouts seemed to annoy the Empress, who frowned. With firm steps, she walked to the side and took a seat.

“I will personally observe your meeting. As Rohakan is my predecessor's enemy, I have the right to do so.”

Her sudden appearance was a complete surprise. Lawein, the reporter, looked nervously at Isaac, who signaled him to continue.

"... Yes, Your Majesty. While Rohakan left no significant traces during his escape, he did engage in a substantial battle with Deculein," Lawein said as he presented the records. The aftermath of their magical battle was captured in a crystal orb.

“What?!”

"... Could there have been some kind of misunderstanding?"

"How could this possibly be Deculein’s...?"

The room buzzed with shock. The recorded scene was incredibly severe; natural features were completely destroyed, and the area was devastated.

“Was this really the battle between Deculein and Rohakan?” Sophien asked, her tone filled with wonder.

Lawein bowed his head and replied, “Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Is there any doubt?”

“No, Your Majesty. The Mage Tower has already analyzed and verified it. They detected both Deculein’s and Rohakan’s blood.”

Deculein’s Aesthetic Sense also extends to creating scenes like this. He can manipulate the environment perfectly, not just for beauty but to reflect the outcome of a battle.

“So, the only notable accomplishment was that Deculein managed to make him bleed.”

Isaac hesitated to respond. If Rohakan had only exceptional magical abilities, the Empire would have had no trouble capturing him. However, Rohakan possessed the body of a knight and the mind of a mage.

From Isaac’s perspective, Rohakan’s strength was formidable, making it difficult to accept Deculein’s achievements. Judging by the results alone, their battle seemed evenly matched...

“Don’t just stand there; speak up. If you can’t explain how you let the Empire’s enemy escape so easily, I might understand. How could I understand if you all keep your mouths shut?” Sophien’s voice was laced with mockery rather than anger. _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

The knights bowed their heads, and Isaac spoke, “... Your Majesty, if we call it a notable accomplishment, Deculein was still defeated. The only reason he isn’t dead is because of Rohakan’s mercy. They once had a mentor-mentee relationship—”

“You have plenty to say when making excuses,” Sophien sneered. “Do you really expect me to believe that the man who killed his own friend’s wife would show mercy because of a mentor-mentee relationship? Rohakan taught Deculein for only three months and then ran off after taking half a year’s pay in advance.”

“Fine. From now on, it will be more efficient to leave Rohakan’s extermination to Deculein. There’s nothing more to hear here,” the Empress declared, rising from her throne and leaving without looking back. The imperial knights quickly followed her.

The round table, now in turmoil, left Isaac deep in thought while Lawein recalled Deculein’s arrogant words. "Listen. Your presence is obstructing my progress, and I command you to leave immediately."

“At first, I thought he was simply frightened and trying to escape,” Lawein said, rubbing his temples. Isaac looked at him. “But... he remains a deeply enigmatic figure.”

Deculein was infamous even within the knights' order. When Yulie was a member, he tormented new recruits purely out of jealousy.

“It’s possible Deculein hid his true abilities, or perhaps we underestimated him. However, the undeniable fact is,” Isaac said, clenching his fist, “that we were inadequate.”

Today, the deputy knight renewed his vow. One day, he would take the head of Rohakan, the Black Beast...

“Anyway, it seems this report needs revision,” a clear voice interrupted.

It was Rose, the Empire’s genius knight. She placed a report, Character Report - Deculein, on Isaac’s desk. Isaac glanced at a particular section and chuckled.

Combat Power: Estimated Grade 5

“If this man is considered Grade 5...”

Even Adrienne once said Deculein was just one grade below her. At the time, it seemed ridiculous, but now it felt entirely true.

“Curse those Intelligence Agency bastards.”

Character reports were usually distributed by the Imperial Intelligence Agency, but sometimes they deliberately provided false information to stir up competition within the knights' order. Isaac immediately picked up a pen and made corrections.

Combat Power: Estimated Grade 1

Given that the combat power of top-tier individuals like Adrienne, Rohakan, and Zeit was considered Grade 0—immeasurable—Deculein deserved at least a Grade 1.

“Request a revision from the Intelligence Agency as well. Those dirty mongrels have been playing tricks far too often lately...”

***

The sky above the Floating Island was clear, with no clouds, and the proximity to the sun made the scenery vividly sharp. The wide-open aerial view was as colorful as a painting, but the people passing by seemed dull. They were all just robed mages.

“Are you referring to the sixth problem of the Symposium?”

“Yes.”

I had arrived at the Wizard Atomic headquarters near Megiseon.

“Monarch-rank Deculein, we have received your thesis.”

I confidently submitted my thesis, but the response from the station manager was indifferent, likely because dozens of people attempted to solve the problem daily.

“Since you’re a Monarch-rank, the review will be quick. It should take no more than a day.”

That was it. The manager continued typing without another word, and I promptly left. I hadn't expected an over-the-top reaction. As I headed back to the mansion, I noticed a familiar head through the window of a magic shop on the Floating Island. I opened the door, walked in, and placed my hand on the small head.

“Ahh! What the hell?!” Yeriel yelled, spinning around like a tornado and looking ready to throw a punch. Her reaction was surprisingly fierce. “Which pervert—”

Yeriel looked up at me and fell silent. Her scowl deepened, and I gestured to her.

"You have such charming manners."

"... You startled me! Don’t touch my head... it’s really annoying," Yeriel said, smoothing her tousled hair with both hands.

I chuckled and asked, “What brings you to the Floating Island?”

“I’m a mage too, you know. I can come if I want to,” Yeriel mumbled, glancing at me.

I glanced at the items she had been looking at. They were advanced spellbooks.

“Why don’t you buy them?” I asked.

“... I can’t.”

“Why is that?”

“... Hmm. Shopkeeper?”

“Oh, that?”