How the Villain Lives

5. You have the wrong person.

The fact that the venom of the spleen did not work did not mean that Sung-hoon tried somehow to cancel the encounter with Mirina, who promised, but there was no reason to do so. The curse of monsters who could not somehow know the poison and identity on that day could be handed over, but the right reason could not happen in time.

Fortunately, by day 7, the second crisis of the Merchant Escort, the Wild Wear Tiger raid, could somehow extend the day even further, but that excuse was no longer available.

"Sung-hoon. Tomorrow, this mission is over."

"He says yes. I'm going in a day earlier than I expected."

"Yes, in fact, the last chance for us to fight is today."

"If you just finish the mission and fight in the city..."

"Absolutely not."

No matter how naive Myriana has been so far. It was possible to predict that if you were to go to the city after the mission, you would escape.

"No matter what happens, I'm not having a rehearsal tonight. Whether monsters come in or poisoned or cursed."

Whenever the word poison and curse came out, Sung-hoon and Eli were forced to shake slightly. Mirina expressed her willingness not to confront one way or another, but she was forced to sound intimidated in front of those who used poison and curses.

After one day of completion of the mission, Sung-hoon was forced to take Mirina's sleeve to Chae Rin.

"You're leaving the line for a while?"

"There's a good reason for that. Please."

"I don't think so, but today is the last day of the mission, so I was going to have a quick party."

All the crises have already been handed over and today is a day of rest. The ranges from which monsters emerge have passed completely, and if you are a good eye, you will see the lights of a distant city. So now that there is no monster raid, I tried to eat and enjoy it, but are you going to fall in love with this timing?

"How long does it take?"

"I don't think it's going to take long, but I don't think it's going to be short."

"Mm-hmm."

While looking at Sung-hoon and Mirina alternately for a while, Chaplin suddenly approached nearby and started knocking on their shoulders with a nasty smile.

"Aha. Now I see that."

"What do you mean?"

"A. Don't take it out. I can see that Sung-hoon is quite handsome and a good man with manners. I'm not ashamed to be with a guy like that."

Chaplin's expression began to resemble that of a middle-aged man who could see it in the neighborhood. With his fingers raised, Chaplin stabbed his side in the mirror, clenching his fingers and fluttering.

"If you're a lover and you're an adult, that's enough. By the way, I thought Miss Myrina was naive, but I didn't expect to do that outdoors."

"... That's not it!"

It was Mirina who realized the meaning of what Chae Rin said late and began to raise her voice, but Seong Hoon immediately intervened as if she had seized a good opportunity. A word of sincerity is enough to hear the sound of the title of traitor and the skill of false tax combined.

"Unlike Mirina, she's a little aggressive."

"Anieyot!"

The sharp miri's voice echoes, and the eyes of those preparing for the camp are instantly focused. Miri, who ran red as if it were about to explode, grabbed the Holy Spirit and disappeared into the forest. It was Mirina who barely bit her teeth and endured the wind, even though she heard the words, 'She is passionate.'

Mirina, who came to a position quite far from the top, grabbed her teeth and pulled another sword out of the inventory, pointing the finger at her. When I first saw the famous twin sword in the Magic Sword Miri, Holy Hun swallowed a dry needle. The black one in his left hand was reaching straight and aiming for him, and the black one in his right hand was hanging over his shoulder.

I didn't know what it meant to be in that position, but it wasn't a joke.

"Let's fight here."

"Wait a minute. Let's go a little deeper."

"… I will."

Mirina frowned slightly after moving from the place where she was originally fighting to the place where Sung-hoon had guided her. It was a space that could not be said to be so large, and there were gravels everywhere on the ground, and the ground was stretched out. It wasn't a very good place for a rehearsal, but it didn't come out of my mouth.

"Are you ready now?"

"Yes. And may I take one condition for fighting this king?"

"What is it?"

"I want it done in a short period of time."

"Short term?"

"Yes, just to divide the decimal."

"No."

It was Mirina who refused to go underground, as if it was not a worthy offer.

"I barely got a chance to train, but I have too few tithes to work on. At least a hundred men have to fight. I think there's something I need to fight for."

Mirina was naturally thinking that Sung-hoon endured a hundred times in the fight against herself. Naturally, Sung-hoon didn't even think of dividing the Hundred. Hundreds? If you fight like that, you will die a few times.

However, Sung-hoon had a very modest excuse. The ultimate excuse for Chaplin's misunderstanding!

"People who have been dragging us for too long will be mistaken."

"Misunderstanding?"

"Don't you remember what Miss Chaplin said earlier?"

Only then did I remember what she said again. And Sung-hoon never missed this opportunity.

"I'm fine with being seen as such with Miss Miriam, but wouldn't she think so? If you have a heart for me, it doesn't matter."

"Well, it's not like that, but..."

"If you drag time unnecessarily, it will only deepen the misunderstanding. Plus, it's getting worse."

The sun was crossing the mountain and watering the world in red. Mirina, who was pondering for a while, was forced to accept Sung-hoon's opinion in the end. Fighting between warriors is not decided in such a short period of time.

Of course, there may be a battle between the masters and the sewers, or between the sewers and the sewers at once. But what she thinks is at least equal to herself or perhaps stronger than herself.

It was clear that the rhyme between such a strong and a platoon would last a long time.

It may have taken a while to find each other's gaps and divide them together. It was he who talked and dragged the time, and at the end of the day he saw the damage.

"Very well. I won't hesitate, so I'll give you exactly ten screenings. If you return to the city after this mission, please promise me that you will fight again."

"Got it."

Of course, I had no intention of keeping my promise.

The important thing right now is that you have reduced the chance of a frontal battle against the Magic Sword to a decimal place and that you have brought yourself into a favorable space.

'Let's calm down, I'm strong. I'm ranked 21st. I'm a ranker. No matter how strong Mirina is, she can't stand a tithe. No matter what happens, it endures.'

Khhhh.

Sung-hoon, who began to unwind while holding his fist, confirmed that the blessing was still definitely on. This is a blessing I asked the congregation to accept in advance. The increase in stats is marginal, but it will be better than nothing.

I took the fact that I couldn't weaken Myrina and changed my route to strengthening myself. Of course, I was still reluctant to fight Mirina.

Slurp.

As Sung-hoon pulled out his sword and pointed it at the front, Mirina also raised a pair of swords. I have no choice but to come all the way here.

'It's a tithe.'

As he hypnotized himself, Sung-hoon, who was once again a brain, began to exhale as long as possible, sinking his excitement. And the moment I blinked, the light flashed.

The protagonist has completed the reinforcement preparations.

Tomorrow will be strong enough.