Became the Patron of Villains Novel MTL - Chapter 255

Chapter 255

 

From Alon’s standpoint, Magrina’s suggestion wasn’t necessarily a bad one.

The recently acquired—or, more accurately, the correctly secured—divine authority of the Primordial Elf felt comforting to Alon in several respects.

If Magrina were to publicly acknowledge Alon as the Primordial Elf, it would likely prove beneficial.

However, the reason Alon’s thoughts were full of confusion was a part of the situation he couldn’t grasp.

“…Magrina?”

“Yes, brother.”

“First of all, you likely already know this, but… I am human.”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t it somewhat odd for a human to be referred to as the Primordial Elf?”

He had, of course, heard from Evan.

That when rumors circulated after Alon first used the divine authority, the elves didn’t show a negative reaction.

But that was only the response of a small number of elves.

To be honest, being human, he couldn’t predict the impact of publicly declaring him as the Primordial Elf.

For better or worse, the elves had consistently been isolated from other races.

Yet, counter to Alon’s apprehension, Magrina—

“Hmm, is it odd?”

Tilted her head, as if the matter were trivial.

“…I suppose it might appear a little strange.”

“In that case, couldn’t we simply explain it as a rebirth? After all, no living elf remembers ‘that time’ anyway.”

“That might actually work—”

“Then should we proceed with that?”

Alon paused for a moment.

Having Magrina declare him the Primordial Elf.

That alone would undoubtedly be helpful.

However, he possessed one other divine authority.

The divine authority of Kalannon.

‘If the divine authority of the Primordial Elf becomes public, will Kalannon’s divine authority remain unaffected?’

Since the two had coexisted, somewhat unknown to others, until now, perhaps there wouldn’t be a conflict.

But that was merely a guess.

Both divine authorities were of significant benefit to Alon.

He wished to avoid a scenario where either one would be jeopardized.

As Alon’s silence continued,

“Hmm~ does this trouble you?”

Magrina inquired with caution.

“It’s not so much trouble, it’s just… I have a few things to consider.”

“Then, shall we postpone the official announcement slightly?”

“…I would appreciate that. There is something I need to verify first.”

“Understood.”

Magrina nodded, and after a brief stillness—

“Then instead, let’s hold a coronation?”

She presented an alternative idea.

“A coronation?”

“Yes. Since declaring you a deity is the concern, how about simply announcing you as royalty instead?”

“…I’m not royalty, though?”

“Don’t worry. We can establish you as honorary royalty—something like that is certainly achievable.”

Alon internally wondered, ‘Is that truly necessary?’

But refusing even that felt a bit awkward.

“If it’s just that much, it shouldn’t pose an issue.”

“Then I’ll start preparations immediately.”

“By the way, how much time will it require?”

“Not too long. Perhaps around five months?”

“…Five months?”

“Yes. That’s not very long, is it?”

Although initially surprised, Alon soon understood.

They weren’t just any elves—five months must seem short to Magrina.

“I see.”

As Alon nodded, Magrina, who had been observing him—

“Pfft.”

“…Why are you giggling?”

Unexpectedly let out a small, soft laugh.

“No, it’s just—I could totally tell what you were thinking, brother. You were probably thinking, ‘Five months is indeed a long time, but since Magrina has a long lifespan, it must feel brief to her,’ right?”

Alon fell silent at her precise observation, and she smiled gently.

“Of course not, brother. Even for me, five months is a considerable duration.”

“…Is that true?”

“Absolutely. Time passes the same for everyone. Whether it’s elves burdened with shortened lives or someone like myself.”

Magrina’s expression softened briefly with a hint of melancholy, but she quickly regained her composure.

“In any case, since it will take roughly that long, I think it’s fine if you visit elsewhere in the meantime. Honestly, I’d love to spend more time talking with you here, but—”

“……”

“Because that would probably be difficult for you,” she added quietly, and Alon gave a slight nod.

“Thank you for your consideration.”

“Not at all.”

Then, a question suddenly came to Alon’s mind.

“Now that I think about it, may I ask you something?”

“Yes, if it’s you, brother, anytime.”

He felt he might be able to obtain a little information from her.

“Do you happen to know anything about the Lizardman’s god?”

“…The god of the Lizardmen?”

“Yes.”

After a moment of contemplation, she nodded.

“Of course I do. I believe you know him too, Marquis.”

“Really?”

“Yes, although I am not particularly fond of him myself…”

Magrina subtly frowned.

Seeing that reaction, Alon grew intrigued and pressed further.

“Who precisely is he?”

“Hmm, rather than me telling you… since you are going there anyway, I think it would be better if you met him personally.”

“I see.”

“Yes. Actually, I would love to accompany you, but I have many things to prepare starting now.”

Leaving that hint of regret, their conversation concluded.

The following day, Alon departed toward the domain of the Lizardmen.

---

Not long after leaving Greynifra.

“Marquis.”

“Oh?”

“Did you, by chance, also encounter a dragon in the past?”

“…Why the sudden question?”

Evan asked unexpectedly.

“Well, seeing the elf queen call you ‘brother’ back then felt rather odd. It made me curious—who else did you captivate during that time?”

At the pointed question, Alon cleared his throat awkwardly.

“…I don’t believe I ever captivated anyone while journeying through the past.”

“And yet, the elf calls you brother?”

“That wasn’t me charming anyone, it was more like… um, that.”

“That?”

“Like we shared a connection or something. That kind of feeling.”

Evan gave Alon a strange look at his reply, followed by a profound look of regret.

“I should have been the one who traveled to the past…”

“…Again with the suddenness?”

“If I had gone to the past, I could have at least filmed a moving love story with an elven beauty, don’t you think?”

[What absolute nonsense.]

[Meow]

As if awaiting the moment, Basiliora interjected sharply.

This time, even Blackie surprisingly chimed in with agreement.

“Kuh—if I had traveled to the past, I would have swooped in just in time to rescue an endangered elven girl—!”

However, Evan, now quite accustomed to Basiliora’s criticisms, casually ignored the jab and began crafting his own fantasy.

And so, amidst the usual cheerful atmosphere, Alon’s party arrived without incident at the land of the Lizardmen.

Alon’s curiosity only intensified.

‘Just who became a god?’

From Alon’s perspective, it was difficult to guess the identity of the being the Lizardmen called “Hazad.”

That was because he had never saved a Lizardman before.

Of course, he had rescued some soldiers a few times, but only to that extent.

He had no deep ties or interactions like he had with Magrina or the others.

And so, his curiosity deepened the closer they approached.

“Whoa, it’s enormous!”

They reached the front of a pyramid-like building.

Following Evan’s exclamation, Alon also let out a breath of surprise.

The pyramid was vast beyond description.

But the amazement only lasted a moment.

“Please, enter.”

Guided by a Lizardman with a veiled face, Alon stepped inside the structure.

The first sight within was a long, seemingly endless staircase.

Just as Alon prepared to be astonished again at the view—

[You have arrived, my friend—!]

A voice echoed in his ear.

Alon looked up in the direction of the sound.

At the top of the distant staircase, he saw—

A Lizardman.

Alon was perplexed.

In his memory, there was no Lizardman who had ever addressed him as “friend.”

Not replying to Hazad’s words, Alon stood motionless.

Then, Hazad flashed a wide grin and began descending the steps.

The instant he stepped forward, he had already traversed the entire staircase.

He wore a bright smile, clearly delighted.

And then—

[Do you not recognize me?]

Watching the Lizardman who drew nearer,

Alon realized something.

He had certainly seen that face somewhere previously.

And that voice—he had often heard it as well.

Searching deeper into his memory,

“…Huh?”

Alon soon recalled something.

[Do you remember now?]

To the Lizardman’s follow-up question,

“…Rioche?”

He spoke a name.

The name of the “King of the Lizardmen” he had encountered during his time in the past.

At that name—

[Yes, it has been a long time.]

The god of the Lizardmen, Hazad—no, Rioche—smiled broadly and affirmed.

---

At the time Alon encountered Rioche—

“My queen, all the fundamental preparations are complete.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, now we only need to secure a few vital materials, including the essential ingredients.”

Mew, the loyal retainer of the elf queen, reported to her sovereign.

Magrina offered a faint smile and complimented her.

“Well done, Mew.”

“It was nothing. More importantly… congratulations, Your Majesty.”

“Congratulations?”

“Yes, haven’t you always wished to move forward with the coronation?”

“That is true.”

“It is fortunate that the reactions from the council and others have not been negative. Even the expected opposition from Mirmal and Philianian has ceased, as they passed away recently.”

Mew spoke with a slight hint of amusement.

Magrina paused for a moment.

But soon—

“You are right.”

She relaxed her expression and replied calmly.

A brief silence followed.

And then—

With a gentle smile on her lips,

“But Mew,”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

She spoke again.

“In truth, there is no real necessity to pay that much attention to the council or anyone else’s reaction.”

“…Forgive me, Your Majesty. I only meant—”

Mew quickly bowed her head.

But Magrina gently shook her head as if to dismiss the apology.

“I know. You were merely trying to say it is beneficial that everything is proceeding peacefully and smoothly without any major disputes, correct?”

“That is correct.”

“I understand. So—”

Just as she was about to continue, Alon’s voice echoed in her thoughts.

—You will lead the elves well.

A very brief statement.

But it was a statement Magrina could never disregard.

Magrina looked down at Mew, her face hidden by a smile.

Would he ever grasp it?

Why peace and harmony were such ultimate virtues to her?

Why, despite how the elves had treated her, she still endeavored to protect them?

Why, even when she had finally achieved total power, she did not strike down those hateful elves?

…He probably would not know.

And he never would.

As long as her brother was alive.

Magrina wished to remain a good child.

A good child who heeded her brother.

That is why—

“You don’t need to feel overly apologetic.”

Magrina smiled.

“I comprehend everything.”

The same smile she always wore.

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I’ve kept the structure, flow, and emotional tone while paraphrasing the text and maintaining the original length. I also made sure to preserve all the proper names like Alon, Magrina, Primordial Elf, Kalannon, Evan, Basiliora, Blackie, Lizardmen, Hazad, Rioche, Greynifra, Mew, Mirmal, and Philianian.

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