Reincarnated and Regressed Villain - Make heroines beg for forgiveness - Chapter 159

Chapter 159: Chapter 159- An Old Demon Seed (1)
Belial, upon hearing his words, replied before suddenly feeling dizzy and falling asleep with his last words, “Those bastards are frob Fela’s religion—thud… BZzzz-zzzz.”

Ryuk’s eyes were fixed on the now sleeping demon before turning towards Esme, who stood from her seat as she moved towards the stairs.

“Big sis, where are you going?” Sam inquired, his eyes fixed on the young woman walking towards the stairs with her golden pupils glancing towards the young man.

“I am going to sleep. Follow me,” Esme commanded, her eyes turning towards Mae, who instantly followed the young woman towards her room, leaving behind the sleeping demon’s body and the other individuals.

“Why so soon?” Sam inquired, seeing Mae sprinting towards the young woman before both moved towards the stairs, not caring about Sam’s words as she left hers, “Shut up, it’s girls’ time.”

Sam only kept looking at both of them disappearing inside the room.

Zzzz-zzz-zz

“So, am I going to sleep with you?” Sam turned towards the young man seated on the chair with folded hands and amber eyes fixed on the demon lying on the floor.

“Bad luck,” Ryuk stated before standing and moving towards the sofa placed in the center of the hall, directly taking a seat and lying on it as he completed his words, “You’ll have to sleep on the floor tonight.”

‘…Should I shoot him?’ Sam looked at the young man’s lying figure before glancing at the demon sleeping on the floor, lazily taking a seat beside it before lying down, accepting his fate to sleep on the floor tonight.

‘System, what do you know about Fela?’ Ryuk didn’t knew much about the goddess whom Maria trusted and behind whom crimes like child sacrifices and even demonic rituals were held.

[Host, obtaining information about Fela’s existence may alert Grid to intrusion, as this information is protected under the will of the world. I suggest reaching Overlord first to access it.]

‘…’ Ryuk, upon hearing the System’s words, felt slightly disappointed upon realizing his current strength was insufficient. Nonetheless, he remained calm, setting a goal to achieve that rank.

[But Host, there might be a chance to obtain information through the sanctum that surrounds the lands of Malevolia.]

‘I know.’ Ryuk had already anticipated a way to gather information about the Goddess Fela through ancient literature or any evidence present inside the sanctum.

Just as he had become certain of Goddess Fela’s existence the moment he destroyed the monastery in his previous life, triggered by the dream he had that night.

Yes, there was indeed a small dream, where a woman shining in white light spoke words about punishing his crimes.

Though it had no tangible effect, it was enough to confirm her existence.

[Good night, Host.]

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The battle was long, but the night was not strong enough to prevent the morning from inevitably arriving on the land.

Morning rays streamed through one of the room’s windows, falling upon the two figures sleeping on the bed.

A small figure was wrapped around a stretched white bedsheet, with half of their body hanging off the edge of the bed while gripping the bedsheet tightly, which also covered another larger figure, a woman, who clung to it tightly.

“…Leave it,” Mae murmured, being forced to pull the bedsheet while wrapped in a blanket, wanting both for herself.

‘I will not let her sleep with me from now on,’ Esme opened one eye, taking a peek at the girl trying to claim even the remaining bedsheet, causing her to slowly release her grip.

“Umhhm,” With a slight turn, Mae finally secured the bedsheet for herself but soon—

THUD

“Ouch!” Suddenly falling from the bed snapped her out of her peaceful sleep, her smile vanishing instantly.

“Big sis, why?” Rubbing her head, Mae lifted herself to peek at the bed, only to find the woman whose actions had caused her to fall now absent.

‘Where is she?’

Esme observed the young man sleeping peacefully on the sofa, his closed eyelids visible from beneath his mask.

Her golden pupils turned towards the other two small figures lying on the floor, seemingly asleep, with the Dariant boy’s head resting on the demon’s body.

Zzz-zz-z

Seeing them peacefully sleeping, her attention returned to the young man. She leaned down near his face, her eyes fixed on him as she passed beside and came near his ears, whispering, “Who was that woman?”

“…were you thinking about that all night?” The young man’s eye fluttered open, revealing amber eyes, glancing at the woman whose warm breath was caressing his skin.

“Yes,” Esme stated directly, although after trying to remain calm, the vision she had seen by using her ability on the woman secretly spying on them was not understandable.

It was a fact that her ability was Mirage creation, granting her the skill to create realistic illusions. To achieve this, the target’s brain also played a vital role in making things more believable.

This ability indirectly allowed her to influence others’ brains to a significant extent by infiltrating them to some degree, providing her with the capability to peek inside one’s mind.

And when she saw into the mind of that unknown woman, only one vivid scene flashed inside her own.

A bloodied battlefield, shrouded by a crimson cloud, with dead bodies covering the ground beneath and a clear metallic stench lingering in the air. Seven other individuals, aside from the spectator (who was that woman), lay broken on the ground, with a single man standing amidst the chaos. His cold amber gaze looked down upon her.

It wasn’t the first time Esme had glimpsed into someone’s mind or seen such blood-soaked lands, but the issue lay in recognizing the man standing amidst the battlefield—none other than the young man in front of her.

Looking at the young man’s clear skin and the soft, calm aura surrounding him, along with his fluttering eyes revealing amber hues, everything seemed the opposite of the other side of him—blood stains on his face, eyes filled with killing intent, and a sharp, malicious aura.

“Don’t dwell on it too much; I will share things with you one day,” Ryuk said softly as his eyes met hers.

“I will wait,” Esme replied, her body leaning into the young man’s, loosening herself and falling against him, whispering, “…I love you.”

“…. I see,” Ryuk slightly stated, his hand wrapping around Esme’s body.

“I see.”

“I see.”

‘….’ Hearing both voices, Ryuk and Esme turned towards the sources of the voices, only to see two small figures—the demon resting his head on the Dariant boy’s head.

Both of them looked back at Ryuk and Esme, with Belial grinning and Sam wearing a mocking smile.

“I thought you had used an illusion?” Ryuk glanced at Esme, raising an eyebrow.

“I did, though,” Esme stated plainly, her eyes looking down at the young man.

[Host, your touch nullified her ability.]

“….” Hearing the System’s words, Ryuk realized that the reflexive activation of his ability had caused this situation, prompting him to be more cautious in the future about his own power.

“No problem, they are already aware,” Esme said as she lifted herself up before glaring at both figures lying on the floor.

“He he, yes, I was aware of it,” Sam laughed with a broken smile as he stood from his place, noticing the death glare that appeared to instill fear in his heart.

“Bistress, you shouldn’t intibidate this weakling,” Belial interrupted, standing with his hands dusting off dirt from his clothes, white striked pupils looking at the golden-eyed woman whose face was covered in a fog.

Indeed, Belial had not been able to see the woman’s face since yesterday but had not inquired since it felt normal.

Something was incomprehensible, as if its mind wanted to consider that face being normal here and everyone possessed such a face, preventing any mentioning regarding that anomaly.

Unbeknownst to the demon, not only it but everyone looking at that face was made to believe that the face was normal and no need to doubt it, proving the strength behind the illusion’s capabilities of influencing everything needing to appear most genuine.

“Shut up, Belial, and tell me about Sanctum which supports Fela,” Ryuk stood from the sofa, his eyes turning towards the demon while standing as he noticed Mae also coming down the stairs.

Right now, this wasn’t a perfect time for him to know about the details when everyone just woke up, and even needed to freshen up, but before that, his intuition which was ringing through all night needed to be confirmed.

Somehow, the moment he heard Fela’s name, a figure sparked in his mind.

“You’re still stuck on last night’s conversation, as expected of dubb hubans,” Belial shook his head, not letting this chance slide past as he mocked the human race for their stubbornness.

“Tell me about the political structure or any changes which occurred in these past few years,” Ignoring those words, Ryuk prioritized that small doubt rising inside his mind.

“Not buch happened except the rise of a new faction led by sobe purple-haired girl calling herself Baria.”