Became the Patron of Villains Novel MTL - Chapter 283

C283. Deal (2)

Stallian V observed the item in his hand with an expression filled with confusion.

A blue evangelism/conversion letter.

No, actually, it was doubtful to even call it a “conversion letter.”

From the start, he didn’t believe in The Lightning Receive Kalanon, but in the Goddess of the Moon, Sironia.

In other words, this blue letter, unlike the one that arrived earlier from Rosario, didn’t create any political problem for Stallian V.

And yet, the reason he was so bewildered was another.

The believers of The Lightning Receive Kalanon.

First, the saint Silly, who is currently gathering followers and expanding Kalanon‘s faith.

She is the only younger sister of Deus Makalian, the First Sword of Caliban.

And Deus Makalian adores his sister.

In short: he is a siscon.

That fact alone was enough to make Stallian V‘s head start throbbing.

What if he reacted poorly to this letter and Deus Makalian—a strategic bomber that not even Caliban can properly control—decided to come and “talk”?

That must never happen.

No, Stallian V didn’t even want to imagine it.

Even so, he had to factor it into his calculations.

Because Deus Makalian was even more deranged than he looked.

Last time, he even came personally to threaten to cut off the prince’s head just for making an improper comment.

What if he ignored this evangelism letter?

What if, because of that, Deus Makalian got upset and came…?

Well, even if that happened, the Kingdom of Ashtalon could use all its resources to stop him. And since Deus would attack first, Ashtalon could politically present itself as the victim.

But the real problem was another.

Stopping Deus Makalian would consume absurd amounts of resources.

And finding allies capable of helping to stop him would not be an easy thing.

In short: from Stallian V‘s perspective, Deus moving meant losses regardless of the outcome.

“Haa…”

And that wasn’t the only problem.

Even the mages that Kalanon‘s saint had recruited would be terrifyingly annoying if he had to face them.

But most important of all: he couldn’t ignore Kalanon‘s faith because Marquis Palatio was related to Kalanon.

There were still many theories about that connection.

Some said that Marquis Palatio was literally Kalanon.

Others said that he was just an apostle of Kalanon.

But Stallian V didn’t care which version was true.

What mattered was: Marquis Palatio is linked to Kalanon.

With a single word from him…

Those deranged strategic bombers could all gather at once and turn Ashtalon to ashes.

Furthermore…

‘Your Majesty, I tend to lose my patience very quickly.’

‘I hope such a regrettable incident does not happen again.’

A girl’s voice was engraved in his memory.

A face so beautiful it made one sigh in admiration.

But a presence so strange and terrifying that it made one hold their breath.

That was something impossible to forget.

That’s why Stallian V, who had been looking at the letter for a long time—

“Huu…”

He sighed briefly, as if regretting when his life became like this.

And he barely managed to move his stiff fingers to open the letter.

“….Oh.”

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As soon as he got close to the Eastern Kingdom, Alon exhaled a sound of admiration.

The landscape visible from afar did not resemble any kingdom he had seen before.

The oriental constructions emanated a mysterious aura.

The villages with oriental-style architecture, as if taken from a martial arts novel or another video game, were impressive.

“Wow… this looks like… a painting.”

“Incredible.”

Evan and Penia were also amazed.

[Hmph, tolerable.]

Even Basiliora, always boasting, was too busy looking around to complain.

Finally, the group entered the Eastern Kingdom.

Without problems.

Yes, up to the moment of arrival, there were no problems.

Until that moment.

Alon looked forward.

What he saw upon stepping out of the carriage was—

Soldiers approaching as if they had been waiting for them, pointing spears at them.

“…Marquis, was this how we were supposed to start this mission?”

Evan, tense as a board, whispered.

Alon shook his head.

He didn’t expect a grand welcome either.

It was true that Alon had fought 700 years ago alongside the beastkin against Baarma and they had won, but that was 700 years ago.

Except for a few long-lived beastkin, almost no one would remember those events.

But even so—

‘Why are they receiving us with such hostility…?’

Alon observed the soldiers.

Their eyes were full of hatred.

As if facing a mortal enemy.

It was then, when doubts were beginning to accumulate—

“Surrender.”

A wolf beastkin came out from among the armed soldiers.

He wore armor clearly more elegant than the others.

But on his face there was the same hatred.

“…I would like to converse.”

Alon tried to speak.

“Hmph! I have nothing to talk about with a treacherous human trying to rebel!”

The wolf drew his sword and brought it close to Alon’s neck.

And just as the situation was starting to become really tedious—

“Haa…”

Alon heard a sigh.

A soft sigh but loaded with annoyance.

And then—

“I give you five seconds.”

Radan’s voice resonated.

All eyes turned to him.

The smile he always had had disappeared.

His normally cheerful eyes were cold.

The playful atmosphere of his body vanished and was replaced by a chilling pressure.

Radan stepped forward.

“Put down the sword. Now.”

An icy warning to the beastkin pointing at Alon.

The beastkin frowned—

“Five.”

Radan began to count.

“Four.”

Alon then remembered that time.

When Radan, unfazed, ripped off the ship captain’s head.

“Three.”

That’s why—

“It’s okay, Radan.”

Alon decided to stop him.

“Brother, but these bastards—!”

Radan gritted his teeth.

Truthfully, Alon was not in a good mood either.

He had come to the East only because Hazard asked him to. He never imagined they would be received like this.

But if he let Radan act, everything would get complicated. And completing his mission in the East could take much longer.

“Really, it’s okay.”

“…Understood.”

Radan stepped back with a sour face.

The beastkin pointing at Alon looked at him with even more contempt.

Alon, keeping calm, spoke:

“I am Marquis Palatio, recommended by the Sage God of the Lizardman, Hazard. Would it be too much trouble to explain the situation to me?”

Perhaps because of the respectful tone—

The beastkin sheathed his sword.

Alon sighed, relieved, thinking that they could finally dialogue—

“Tie them up.”

And then, everything went to hell.

In short: Alon was captured and dragged somewhere.

“Marquis… aren’t we in trouble?”

Evan whispered.

And he was right.

They were completely immobilized. Although they could break free, it was annoying.

Alon endured the situation for two reasons.

First: he needed information about the words of sin and the Inheritances of Sin. He couldn’t ruin his relationship with the beastkin.

He had never visited this place in Psychedelia, as it only appeared as a DLC.

So he knew nothing about the East.

Therefore, he needed information. And that information could only be obtained from the beastkin.

‘I’ll have to get information from them.’

The second reason: they were safe.

Alon could break free whenever he wanted.

And Penia and Radan too.

Only Evan would be in trouble, but Alon could easily rescue him.

While they were being led, Alon kept observing.

Finally, they entered a large building.

And there—

“Are you? The humans who came from outside?”

A man in luxurious clothes appeared.

His face radiated arrogance and narcissism.

“I am Marquis Palatio, recommended by the Sage God Hazard. Could you explain to me what is happening?”

Alon introduced himself again.

The man laughed with contempt.

“I regret to say, but it’s impossible.”

“Why?”

“Because you are humans.”

“It seems some incident occurred with humans, but that has nothing to do with us.”

“Everyone says that. Those vermin also said the same thing before we killed them.”

Alon clearly saw the hatred in his eyes and the mockery on his lips.

And then—

“Well, we’ll know if you’re related… when we kill you.”

The soldiers raised their spears in unison.

At that instant Alon understood.

Something had happened in the Eastern Kingdom.

And nothing that Hazard told him resembled this.

They were going to fight.

Alon moved his mana.

Radan and Penia too.

But right then—

“What’s going on?”

The door, which was firmly closed, opened.

A female voice resonated.

A clean voice, pure as a flower.

And familiar.

Alon immediately turned his head.

And there she was—

A white-haired woman, wolf ears as large as Seolrang‘s.

Her clothes were not luxurious. But she wore a precious sword at her waist.

And just her appearance—

“—!”

Made all the beastkin jump up in surprise.

They lowered their weapons. And bowed deeply.

It was absolute respect.

Not only that.

“We salute the Great Moon…!”

Even the arrogant man, the same one who looked at Alon with hatred, was stunned and quickly bowed.

The woman spoke again, calmly:

“What’s going on?”

“We were about to execute the traitor’s companions.”

The man said, trembling.

The woman slowly approached.

With an inexpressive face.

But when her eyes met Alon‘s—

“…Eyadiya.”

—she stopped abruptly.

As if she had frozen.

And then—

“Ah.”

Alon also understood.

Why her voice was familiar.

Why her appearance too.

But at the same time a doubt arose.

Because she shouldn’t be in the East, but on the continent.

And yet, what he saw was unquestionable.

“Ria…?”

He said her name.

“…God?”

And the woman’s tail, rigid until that moment, moved softly.

And at that moment—

“…Huh?”

The beastkin man who previously looked at Alon with contempt understood something:

That something was very, very wrong.