How the Villain Lives

40. Trust

"There he is! Chase him!"

"Use magic! You must never let him escape! I'd rather kill him."

Dark Elves wandering around with weapons. It was almost impossible to flee or hide against them in the woods, but the story is different for the fleeing Elves as well. The captive elves also grew up in the forest. It's not like hiding or running away.

Elves who remained silent, hiding themselves in a hideout made of liver using the power of the Tree Spirit, sighed of relief as the pursuers began to move away. The Dark Elves were really persistent. In fact, even if you escaped like this, you can say it's a miracle enough. I was being monitored thoroughly without giving me the slightest chance to escape.

'Maybe, if this guy hadn't helped.'

"Argh."

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, it's quite tolerable yet."

The horses were being pleasant, but the eyes of the elves staring at him sank dimly.

It was this man who saved the elves who had lost hope and were desperate while in prison. There was no elf that would not be touched by the fact that she was tired enough to not have a proper body, but she pretended to be okay and helped her not to burden herself as much as possible.

"A little further, we can find the way to the fairy we secretly use. We just need to get there, so hang in there a little longer."

"I hope you get there as soon as possible. It seems to be getting blurry, hahaha."

Sung-hoon, who smiled as small as possible, pressed his side. I didn't have enough to fake the wound, so I made a big cut on the side to play a more lively escape. I'm restraining my recovery as much as I can, but my basic stamina didn't go anywhere, so my wounds were recovering instantly.

The reality was rather different, although the elves seemed to be pressuring them not to hurt any more.

'Argh.'

I was wandering through the wound so that it wouldn't heal. Whenever the pain was pushed, the elves' expressions of moaning and rising bloodstains began to harden, and soon an elf stood up and said.

"I can't keep pulling time like this. I will go out and draw the attention of the Dark Elves, so use that gap to escape through the path of the fairy."

"Oh, no. If I'm supposed to be baiting anyway, I'd rather be baiting than holding my ankle. I mean, I'm going out."

"Humans, the courage and will you have shown so far is enough. I hope you don't see our elves as a vulnerable race that only gets help."

The elf grabbed a branch and fell under the tree in an instant, and began to sprint through the forest at random. It was just a sack of wooden swords that were made in a hurry, but at least it would take some time. Soon after, as soon as a roar and magic burst from afar, the elves began to sprint out of the place and into the woods in turn.

After looking back relatively relaxed with the elf on his back, Seong Hoon soon lifted his tail slightly.

"I'm chasing! He's chasing a ghost!"

"That demon!"

"Everybody run! I'm going to try to draw some time somehow!"

"You can't do this alone! I'm coming with you!"

The reaction of the elves was simply too strong. A masked ghost is the best match for a demon. He had already brutally killed half the elves by the time he escaped and fled here. Several people have fled so far in a way that keeps the streets open as they step out of time, but that was also the limit.

Spank, tuck.

I heard something cut off and fell on the floor, but the elves never looked back, just biting their lips. The only thing I could see behind him was Sung-hoon. Ghosts were chasing after them, keeping a close distance.

Even if it's not Sung-hoon, if it's the power of the Undead, the Elves can catch up in no time. You can use magic and catch it with your body. The reason he can't catch himself is simple. It was because he gave orders not to kill him, but to follow him closely.

'I wish I could, but I might suspect that ghosts and meteors are one person, so it would be better to show them clearly chasing them this way. By the way, let's get out of these elves a little faster. Why are you so aesthetic?'

Rather, I gave consideration to making it easy to escape, but it was Sung-hoon who sent blame to the elves who had only come this far. However, such complaints were soon to be resolved.

"Stop!"

A beam of light that flies through space falls towards the ghost. Since it was an obvious attack from the Holy Family, Sung-hoon, who knew he was undead, was forced to suddenly lose his mind. However, the ghost bounced off the attack by slanting the longsword that was holding it.

It was possible because he could use the sword of an enemy who would have been Uchida, not just an undead who believed in physical abilities. Moreover, even if you are dealing with an attack in the Holy Family, there is no penalty at all, so there is virtually no difference between an undead and a living person. Meanwhile, Arben looks at the ghost who flexibly accepts the attack he blows.

I was expecting that Mirinara was not an ordinary skill since she was carrying a strong man as a subordinate. However, I had no choice but to check the sword with my own eyes and make my taste bitter. An understated movement that bounces off attacks softly and with certainty. This is definitely a peak inspection.

"Ghost! Stop!"

"· · · · · ·."

Mirina thought she might swing her sword at the elves to humiliate herself as powerless as she did, but the ghost just looked at herself once and began to flex flexibly and run to the other side. Though I thought about going after him, I rather doubted that he would step back so gently.

'Maybe it's a trap. I just have to let you go here.'

"Ah, Arben? What about here?"

"Yooseong? How can you be here like that?"

"I took advantage of the opportunity to escape with the elves. Honestly, I thought it was over. Thank God. Huh."

Looking at the meteor as it falls, Arben looks at his condition as he hurriedly supports him. Fortunately, his life was not in danger. Just fainted. Arben, who was about to wake him, shut up and gave orders to the elves.

"Help the wounded. Recovery begins after retreating through the path of the fairy. There may be a re-invasion of the enemy, so we can be vigilant enough around."

"Old!"

If Sung-hoon had not pretended to be out of his mind, if he could have opened his eyes and seen Arben's face, he would have known that the child in Arben's eyes was suspicious, not worried or relieved. However, Sung-hoon did not open his eyes at the end and was lifted up by the elves and moved.

"So what happened?"

"It was a movement of troops caused by the escape of the captive elves. A total of 21 Elves and a human were able to rescue them safely."

"At least it's positive news from the stories I've heard lately."

Cristina didn't seem as friendly or likable as she was when she first treated Arben. However, because of the repeated failures of the mission and the deteriorating situation, Arven's credibility has decreased dramatically. Of course, Arben and Choi Hyeol were not comparable to others before, so it was possible to face her face directly.

"But you don't have to worry too much. The Lou Church said they would send reinforcements."

"Didn't you say there wasn't enough power on either side?"

"Yes, of course. Suddenly, Jack Apron, who appeared on the Dark League side, said he was running out of power. However, a number of adventurers said that the wire had been temporarily anchored while preserving its strength. Thanks to that, I recently sent word that I have a unit that can move freely."

"That is certainly good news, but · · ·."

"What is it?"

That logic applies equally to the Dark League. If the Lu Church has surplus power, it is no wonder that the Dark League also has surplus power. In this situation, it is the elves who are more disadvantaged when reinforcements come on both sides of the Elves and Dark Elves.

However, Arben, who looked Cristina in the eye, could not say it.

"· · · No."

I didn't want to break Cristina's desperate expression, thinking about dark circles because of consecutive defeats.

"Step back and rest. For the time being, we will focus on avoiding direct combat and stockpiling as much power as possible."

"Very well. May the princess rest in peace."

After a brief pilgrimage, Arben comes out of the room and closes his mouth for a moment and grips his fist strongly. There is nothing that goes back to what you think. To Arben, life was like a smooth stretch of highway. It was natural to pass on his thoughts and never thought that he could truly feel hatred or be punished.

But ever since I met the ghost, my mind has been broken. Ghosts are far ahead of themselves, even by force, by wit, and as colleagues. It's just hard to get over it, but even though he had all of it, the ghost wasn't as attached to something as he was to himself. Unlike Arben, who had to keep something, ghosts were more difficult to deal with because they used all sorts of means without being bound by any norms or common sense.

'But · · ·.'

Seacock.

Despite the desperate circumstances he had experienced for the first time, Arben was surprisingly faintly smiling.

The first time I saw a ghost, Arben felt hatred. However, as time passed, a more challenging spirit began to emerge. By crossing the huge 'barrier' of ghosts, I felt like I could develop even further than myself until now.

"Ghost. If I meet you again, I'll tell you my answer I didn't hear back then. Of course, before that · · ·."

For now, it was Arben who moved his steps to visit Yooseong first.

He fainted as soon as he encountered him, and since then he has remained unconscious, leaving Lucia to take care of him. The Saint's personal care is also extremely luxurious, and in addition to that, various Elves' advanced recovery potions and medicines such as World Water Fluid were generously added. It also meant something in return for saving the elves, but the bigger reason was because of the information he knew.

'He spared no effort to escape us despite the severe injuries.'

'I told you a story, but I happen to know something about an important operation against the Dark Elves. Before I met Arben or Princess, I said it was never something I could tell anyone else.'

I don't know what information Yooseong would have brought. But at least in this situation, it could be helpful in any way.

I will never... write... on my phone... again...

I wrote about 17k around 3: 00. Before uploading, I tried to select Copy All... to make a backup. Yes... I tried... if I didn't stop touching it once... if I touched it incorrectly, it would all fly away and give me a text.

I couldn't stand the sudden change in circumstances and wanted to destroy my smartphone, but I couldn't, because the installment wasn't over yet, and I was fortunate that there was a backup of the 7k that I had saved earlier, so I was able to continue from there.

(If I expected that, why didn't I save it at the time I wrote 16k?)

However, my mentals have been blown away like flying capacity, so this article is awkward overall and has poor spiritual completeness.. I just really need to rest for the rest of the honeymoon...

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