2nd Round Villain

9 – D – 3, container (3)

‘It’s dirty.’

A long time.

Seeing people and feeling disgusted.

Almost a hundred days have passed since they entered Tartarus. In the meantime, the only humans I met were the saint, the Celt, and the Holy Emperor.

So, I forgot about it for a while.

‘It smells very bad. I really like this type of person.’

To be human, how terribly hypocritical, filthy pretentious, and hideously vicious.

That’s why I like humans. Lofty elves, arrogant dragons, greedy dwarves, everyone has their own quirks and flaws, but not as much as humans.

“Kuh… !”

The servile warrior Frey de Siegfried.

He is the most ‘human-like’ warrior of all time.

He fears those stronger than himself, and is envious and jealous of his colleagues who are more capable than himself. They feel a slight sense of superiority over those less powerful than themselves. It’s really ‘human’.

It’s different from the demons who regard wickedness as a virtue. Because you don’t admit that you’re evil.

“Isn’t it a bit difficult to make hasty decisions?”

“f*ck.”

“Kyaa, you don’t even do that f*cking voice acting anymore? It doesn’t matter whether you get caught or not, is this it?”

“Shut up. There is a limit to what you can tolerate.”

The hero lowered his Excalibur and spat out words in a low voice. The many negative emotions contained in that sincere voice were never impulsive. It was a mixture of deep resentment that had accumulated and accumulated over at least several years.

“Whoa… Maria.”

“Yes, warrior.”

“Do you know why you are destined to be executed in the Imperial Plaza where all people can see?”

“Because I sinned.”

“No, it’s because of me. Because I asked the demon king.”

hmm?

“The reason I came to visit you today was for that day.”

“Is that so?”

“I wanted to see the look on your face when you realized that the friend you trusted the most had betrayed you twice in the face of death. Faces overflowing with despair, hatred, contempt and disillusionment are cut in vain on the guillotine… I wanted to see Maria like that.”

Wow, that hero was more crazy than I thought.

The continent will perish because such a bastard is hope. I’m really curious about what’s inside the brain of the sun god who made that b*tch a hero.

“Did I do something wrong to the hero during my journey?”

“No, you were perfect. He was better than anyone else and shone brightly.”

“But why do you harbor such deep hatred for me?”

“I know that? Maria?”

The hero’s golden eyes were sadly wet. The blond girl’s eyes shimmer with a lot of resentment.

“When the light is extremely bright, the shadows around it are revealed too clearly.”

“… .”

“We first met at Eden Academy. Although we came from different countries, you, the saint of the sun, and I, the warrior of the sun, became closer than anyone else.”

“It was.”

“Everything I learned there… You didn’t miss first place in anything. Every semester, every year, and eventually even when I graduated, I was always on top. As if God ordained it that way.”

“I just did my best.”

“Maria, do you know the heart of a second-class person who can’t get over first place no matter what?”

Before I knew it, the hero’s Excalibur was quietly entering the scabbard. The warrior continued to speak item by item.

“The feeling of facing a wall that can’t be overcome even if you don’t sleep enough to make your eyes bleed and study while sitting at the head of your desk. Do you know the feeling of a person facing a b*tch who memorizes everything, whether it be mathematics, literature, or alchemy, with just one quick glance?”

“I do not know.”

“Well, I don’t know. It’s natural. Because Maria was always number one.”

The warrior who is talking to the saintess completely excluding the existence of me before I knew it. The sweet vulgarity and inferiority emanating from it is so delicious, I just listened quietly.

“But you know what’s even more absurd?”

“What is it?”

“When you realize that a genius with such ridiculous talent is working harder than anyone else.”

“… .”

“When you see an insurmountable talent building an insurmountable wall of effort. I was dumbfounded then… ?”

The warrior’s tone became slightly heated. Waves of emotion that had been blocked by the breakwater for a while gradually approach as a tidal wave.

“That’s not fair… If a genius among geniuses like you makes an effort that you don’t even dare to follow… What are other people supposed to do… ?”

The tsunami is coming sooner than expected. In an instant, unintentionally, suddenly, boom! do.

“How am I supposed to catch up with you!! how!!”

A dam once broken can never be filled again. The water that exploded after accumulating does not stop.

“I even cheated!! I also tried cheating!! I even paid the professor to get the test papers in advance!!”

For a moment, I felt a deep sense of crisis in the figure of the hero. Even though Excalibur or anything was not held in the hero’s hand right now. More madness and murderousness than before burst forth from the warrior’s words.

“That was the first time I got a perfect score… I even beat Maria for a moment and won first place. But Maria found a loophole that even the professor didn’t know about… ? In the end, the answer I got from that damn professor turned out to be the wrong answer! You are number 1 again!!”

“… .”

“Maria, Maria, Maria! What the hell do you want from me!! How can I get past you!! Even in the days of forming a party and defeating the demon king! You pretended to be virtuous and good by yourself! Even when the army’s tank unit was isolated in the middle of the Demon King’s army! Of course, I couldn’t give up what I had to throw away alone! Everyone is against it!!”

“I learned that there is no such thing as a natural sacrifice in this world.”

“there is! Everyone lives like that! Throw away what you throw away! What can be saved is saved! All previous warrior parties have been like that! however… I know what’s really sad… ?”

“Something.”

“You, who entered the Demon King’s army alone like that, created a great story like a lie and saved the army by commanding a tank unit… ! If you succeed like that! What am I who said I should throw them away! I just made a rational decision!! Everyone is pointing fingers at me, accusing me of trash!!”

I’ve heard of it.

The hero Frey is said to be the weakest among the warriors of all time, and the saint Mary is said to be the strongest among the saints of all time.

A life in which a hero, who should stand in the first place, is frustrated by the genius of a saint and is frustrated at the wall of a second person.

The hero has been through that for years.

“… To be honest, I’m so happy right now.”

“Are you happy?”

“Yeah, you failed. For the first time. You were destined to be defeated by the demon lord and stand on the guillotine. Even though I know the continent will be immersed in pitch darkness, I’m so glad that you finally failed. As a hero, I know I shouldn’t be like this, but then what? It’s been a long time since I took off my hero’s name anyway.”

Although he was given the grand name of the warrior of the sun, in fact, the hero’s heart was rotting away.

What’s even more tragic is the fact that there was always a saintess by her side.

Madly bright, the saintess unintentionally brings out all the sins around her. Unless they are evil like me, the people around the saintess inevitably go through their inner side.

And, you realize the ugly side of yourself. If you were with ordinary people, you would have realized the ugliness that you would not have paid attention to because everyone was moderately evil, while staying with the saintess made of pure white lines.

What follows is a gloomy sense of bewilderment. In addition, the cold stares and cruel evaluations of the people around her who always compare herself with the saintess cannot be left out.

The hero has stepped on the path of corruption like that.

“… Is it too good?”

“Majok?”

“joker?”

“Oh, no. keep talking about you It’s just talk to yourself.”

Inadvertently, the inner thoughts came out of my mouth. Fortunately, they didn’t pay much attention to me.

The hero was also busy expressing his grievances and feelings to the saintess.

What a novel idea to corrupt the people around you by behaving kindly.

If there is such a thing as a next life, I think it would be nice to try it out at least once. Of course, it’s a vain delusion, but just imagining it is really fun.

A devil’s temptation that might be included in a demon world textbook? Life in the gutter that drags you down the abyss of corruption?

Wouldn’t it be a lot more fun than those boring and outdated ways?

Looking back at the ugly self and despairing, in the end, accepting corruption, transcending self-hatred, and colluding with the devil.

“Oh, I really can’t stand it anymore. Being in the same space as you, even for a second, takes my breath away.”

“Hero.”

“Don’t open your mouth. yes that… No matter how much it pauses and splits, even the clear voice can only be heard as the howling of a demon to my ears.”

“… .”

“Maria will never understand me, but you are. An existence that turns the obvious mediocrity into a gross hideousness. I want Maria like that to disappear from the world forever.”

“You are in agony.”

“f*ck, I hate the sun god now. Why did I give birth to a saint named Maria when I was a warrior? If it weren’t for you, I would have died a heroic death fighting the demon king until the end.”

Oh, I don’t like that word.

If it has turned into evil at best, you have to accept it with certainty, why do you still have attachments to goodness?

“Warrior? It’s good to blame the saintess, but don’t you justify yourself with that?”

So, intervened. After all, the hero has completely calmed down and won’t get excited again.

“Joker, what do you mean?”

The warrior responded harshly. Toward him, I smiled and opened my mouth.

“The reason you succumbed to the demon lord was because you were so cowardly. It’s because I don’t have a sense of justice enough to risk my life to resist the demon lord. That is, if there were no saints… Don’t blame other people for saying this sh*t.”

“… ! What do you know!”

“The mind of the second person who was pushed out by the number one? Is that my specialty?”

“Ha, your life is about to end, so you want to talk wildly?”

“No no, is it real? I am the same as you The only difference is that you are a saint and I am a demon king.”

“what… ?”

The hero’s expression changes in an instant. It’s because the words I heard reminded me of who I am.

The second-in-command of the Demon King’s army, the Joker. In other words, the devil is a person who has been hidden from the number one person for the rest of his life.

“A while ago, I asked the saintess what to do if a genius even tried hard, right?”

“… It was.”

“Do you know the feeling of feeling walled up by a genius who doesn’t even try?”

“… !”

A colossal monster who was so powerful from birth that hard work was a luxury. The world designated him as the suzerain of demons and called him the Demon King.

“Kick, but there is a fundamental difference between you and me.”

“What is it?”

“You envied the saintess, and I worshiped the demon king.”

“Kuh… ! that, that… !”

“You know why? The reason why some are genuinely happy when their teammates become stronger, while others are jealous and feel inferior.”

Even in the dark, the golden eyes that shine brilliantly sway like waves. Contrary to the bright appearance, it is a golden eye that has a dirty and corrupted inner world.

“It’s because your essence itself is ugly.”

“What, what?”

“When your colleagues do well, you should congratulate them. It’s common sense even for me, a demon. Did our great warrior actually have a more corrupt essence than a demon like me?”

“Mu, mu, what… !”

“If you really were a true hero, you would have resisted the demon king to the end, whether or not the saintess did well.

is that a warrior Or did the meaning of the word warrior change without my knowledge?

Wasn’t that a hero to never fall and protect only the right justice?”

“… !”

All of the words I am lashing out at the warrior now are sophistry.

Fundamentally, the purpose of the warrior and I was different. To me, the Demon King was a means.

A tool to bring chaos to the world. That’s why the fact that the demon king is strong could be an invaluable good news for me.

However, the saintess was a rival to the hero. Who wouldn’t be jealous if their rivals outnumbered them? Unless it’s the Saint Mary over there-.

It’s a sophistry that can easily be fooled by just remembering this simple fact, but unfortunately our hero doesn’t have the luxury of that.

What kind of mental strength would remain in a person who had just made a confession, struggling with self-loathing?

I just suppressed trying to prepare a defense mechanism to turn my eyes away from that self-hatred. so that it can fall completely.

All that’s left now is the warrior’s share. Whether you dive into the swamp of self-doubt or live as you are now, blaming petty others.

“Stop it. Joker.”

“Kick.”

“Hero, don’t take this person’s words into account. Everyone makes mistakes. What matters is the future.”

“Ah, saintess. what’s the matter? Now, with words, I’m getting my revenge on you.”

“I forgive the former warrior. So, even now, humbly accept the faults of the past and move toward the light. That is the true atonement and condemnation.”

Or, as the saintess says, reflect and repent. It’s the kind I hate the most though.

“… I’ll go. Maria, die well.”

After saying that, the hero powerlessly turned around. A somewhat relieved back figure shimmered faintly in the clear darkness.

“Hero.”

The saintess spoke softly and grabbed the hero.

“why.”

The hero answered briefly without looking back. As if he didn’t want to talk anymore.

“Everyone makes mistakes. Just don’t forget that.”

“… .”

After the saintess’ last words, the hero trudged out of Tartarus. With Excalibur, now quiet, strapped to her waist.

The sound of the squeaking iron gate decorated the warrior’s exit.

While staring at her disappearing back, I made an implicit suggestion to the saintess.

“Hey, saintess. Shall we make a bet?”

“You mean a bet?”

“Yes, let’s make a bet on whether that nerd hero will choose evil or good.”

“… I believe in the warrior.”

“Kick.”

He let out a sly, mean laugh. Perhaps hearing that sound, the saintess came towards me and opened her mouth in anger.

“What were you thinking about earlier?”

“hmm? What are you talking about?”

“What would you do if the hero accidentally went on a rampage? It’s a shame that the hero didn’t cross the line.

At first glance, it sounds like anger, but the emotion contained in her words was none other than ‘concern’.

“I’ve been out twice. When are you talking about?”

“First word. Did you think I wouldn’t know that the hero was acting?”

“Uh, what is it? did you know everything Then, could it be that the saintess was also wearing a mask?”

“… If only I had been there, I would have reminded the hero of his mistakes, but you were by my side. It could be dangerous.”

“Puhahahahaha! You knew everything! I didn’t know that!”

“ha… Even if you don’t have a warning, you don’t have too much.”

Ah, maybe that was the ‘strange emotion’ the saintess was hiding.

It must have been something like resentment for the hero’s betrayal. In order to protect myself, he was oblivious to knowing the truth.

Well, it’s all over now.

“still.”

The saintess slightly lowered her head and moved her lips. As if asking when she had lost her temper, she wore her usual benevolent smile on her small lips.

“As much as the courage to step out, it was really cool.”

“Kuhm.”

What is it, it’s not like he’s been highly praised, but the corners of his mouth are twitching.

“I live and live and receive all the praises from the saintess.”

The saintess can’t even see my face anyway, so she should smile heartily when she’s not holding me.