I Became the Patron of Villains

2. Until Becoming the Dark Plotter of the Count’s Family (2)

It has already been three months since Alon saved Yutia Bloodia, who would become the human eradication machine in ten years.

During those three months, Alon lived each day faithfully and was able to find the place where the second sin he had to save was located.

About a month later.

“As you ordered, I rescued the child from the illegal slave market and sent him to the orphanage managed by Yutia.”

Alon, who was in the study for some work, heard the good news from Evan.

“Did you treat him well as I said?”

“Yes.”

“And you didn’t fight?”

“Of course.”

As Alon nodded, seemingly satisfied with Evan’s report, which he had grown accustomed to over the past six months, Evan hesitated and then asked.

“…May I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“Why did you send the boy, whom you went through so much trouble to find, to the orphanage…? I hesitate to say this, but the boy we found this time also has extraordinary talent.”

Alon, understanding Evan’s implication immediately, nodded and thought.

‘Not just extraordinary, but a world-ending level of talent.’

The man he had rescued from the illegal slave market in the Kingdom of Kalian, the heart of the United Kingdom, was none other than Deus.

Deus Macalian.

Ten years later, he would become one of the bosses of Psychedelia, known as the ‘Sin of Sloth,’ one of the five great sins, and like the Sin of Wrath, he would erase several United Kingdoms, including the Kingdom of Isteria, from the continent.

And in the worst possible way.

Even as he played the game, he frowned at the gory descriptions, and there were players in the Psychedelia community who had seizures just reading about Sloth.

‘And Sloth has a nasty grudge too.’

The reason he had told Evan to treat him as well as possible after rescuing him.

Recalling that fact, Alon realized that Evan had asked a question and hastily made an excuse.

“It’s the same. It’s just not the right time yet.”

“Time, you say.”

Seeing Evan mulling over his excuse, Alon thought.

‘He’s curious about a lot of things.’

In fact, from Alon’s perspective, he preferred knights who silently carried out orders without asking questions over those like Evan, who questioned every command. Unfortunately, he had no choice.

No, it was as if he had already used that choice on Evan six months ago.

In fact, Evan was a character who appeared several times in certain routes in Psychedelia, not as a main character but as a supporting one.

And once a certain level of trust was established in the scenario, he was a top-notch supporting character who never betrayed and remained loyal to the end.

Knowing how significant it was not to be betrayed in this fantasy world, where betrayal and backstabbing were as common as eating, Alon had found him passing through his territory and hired him as a knight without hesitation.

“…Understood.”

While he was lost in thought, Evan, who seemed to have understood everything, nodded firmly and asked again.

“By the way, when do you plan to see the faces of the ones you rescued, Alon?”

“I don’t really intend to see them.”

“…Still, wouldn’t it be better to meet them at least once?”

“…Hmm.”

Alon knew it too.

It was better to be on good terms with the Five Great Sins, and the best way to build that rapport was to meet them in person.

However, despite recognizing this, the reason Alon insisted on maintaining the relationship only in the form of sponsorship without meeting them was because of their personalities, or rather, their character issues.

As far as he knew, the character of the Five Great Sins was atrocious even before they became the Five Great Sins.

You could tell just by watching the flashback scenes of the sins that always came out after killing the bosses of the Five Great Sins in Psychedelia.

Their character was so bad that Satan and Lucifer would clap hands at the end of hell.

‘Of course, the process of becoming the Five Great Sins was even more atrocious.’

Alon, who had thought briefly, continued his thoughts.

‘…Well, I did save them while their character was being ruined, so it shouldn’t go that far… But still, I saved them halfway through.’

In the end, if you concluded, it was clear that the character of the Five Great Sins was somewhat out of tune, so the worry deepened.

“…I guess it would be worth meeting them in about five years.”

In about five years, wouldn’t it be enough to know the average character of the sins through the data Evan had collected?

As Evan nodded at the fairly positive conclusion.

Bang-!

Suddenly, the door of the study opened, and someone came in.

“Who is this, isn’t it Alon?”

At the familiar voice calling him, Alon frowned slightly and sighed.

It was because he knew the owner of this voice very well.

“Why is my illiterate brother here? Huh?”

When he turned his gaze to where the voice was coming from, there was a man approaching with a sly expression – no,

“Answer when your brother speaks.”

– It was Tonio, the second son of the Palladio Count family and the notorious rogue brother of the Count family. With a nasty smile, he placed his arm on Alon’s head as he sat.

An act that anyone could see was disrespecting Alon.

“I just stopped by to look for something.”

Even though he felt a slight pain from the blatant pressure on his head, Alon answered calmly as if nothing was wrong and thought.

‘He’s causing trouble again.’

In fact, it wasn’t the first time the eldest or second son had acted like this towards Alon.

From the moment he was possessed, he had been subjected to blatant harassment by them.

Even before he was possessed, Alon would have continued to endure such harassment.

However, the reason he chose not to react to this harassment and let it pass was because his desire to maintain a peaceful noble life was greater than the annoyance caused by the harassment.

‘If I mess with these b*stards, my plan will be completely ruined from the start.’

If the opponents were really of the caliber of the count’s delinquent duo, Alon would have been eager to crush them properly, but the problem was that their caliber was not like that.

‘It’s a bit tricky to mess with the drug king and the prostitution king.’

Alon glanced up slightly.

There, he saw the second son of the count, who was looking at him with a blatant sneer, a big shot who ran a drug cartel with the grand name of ‘Avalon’ in the underworld.

Of course, even though he was only somewhat famous within the kingdom, unfortunately, the current Alon was unable to handle the trash without any repercussions, even if he had dozens of underworld members who could commit contract killings without hesitation.

……Even if he dealt with him, he would have to fight consecutively with the eldest son, who was at odds with the second son and had established himself in the prostitution side, unlike the second son.

The eldest son, who was sensitive to the succession issue of the count’s family, would never leave Alon alone after defeating the second son.

In other words, he knew that once he reacted properly here, he would have to go all the way.

“It seems like my brother intends to use the study, so I will be leaving.”

“You know your place well.”

Alon politely bowed his head to Tonio, who had a sneer on his face, and left the study with Evan, returning to his room.

Soon, Evan handed over a letter from Yutia.

“This time, I brought it myself.”

“Really?”

Since rescuing Yutia, Alon had been exchanging letters with her regularly every month.

The content was mainly simple greetings and daily stories about each other, and it was Alon who suggested exchanging these letters.

‘You might feel closer to a pen pal than meeting in person.’

Recalling the friends in the open chat room who once felt closer than real friends, Alon unfolded the letter and began to read.

“Hmm……”

The content of the letter was nothing special. It was the usual simple greetings from Yutia and stories about a few children at the orphanage.

To summarize a bit, it was stories like how a child named Hidan was very good at ‘war games’ or how a child named Yuna was very good at ‘hide and seek’.

Reading these ordinary stories and pondering what to write in his letter today, Alon decided to faithfully write about what happened today.

He thought that sharing some appropriate worries rather than only good words could bring them psychologically closer.

With that intention, Alon wrote a letter about what happened today and sent it to the orphanage where Yutia was.

It was an ordinary day.

At that moment.

“Hmm-“

Yutia gazed at the man with ominous, eerie purple eyes, Deus Macallian.

He appeared to be fine on the surface.

His limbs were intact, and although his body bore numerous marks of humiliation, he didn’t seem to be in discomfort.

But that was only on the outside. If anyone else were to see Deus Macallian, they would be convinced that he was broken.

Indeed, his body was intact, but his eyes, which should have held some emotion, were empty, staring into the void.

Like a human whose brain had been scrambled by mental magic, Deus stared blankly at one spot without any expression or movement.

He looked exactly like a broken man.

Yet, Yutia was smiling deeply as she looked at him.

“The traces of what ‘it’ did to you… To let you take revenge directly, how considerate.”

No, beyond smiling deeply, Yutia clearly understood why he had sent Deus here and opened her mouth.

“Black Goat.”

“!”

Just one word.

But with that one word, Deus, who had been no different from a broken man until a moment ago, reacted.

What filled his empty eyes was neither intelligence nor anything else.

Only hatred, anger, and fear.

Seeing this, she smiled and spoke.

“Don’t you want revenge?”

At Yutia’s words, Deus, who had been staring into the void, turned his eyes to her.

What filled his eyes was hatred, murderous intent, and doubt.

Yutia, who easily caught this, said no more.

She simply scattered her magic lightly.

The magic bestowed by him, meant solely to deal with the ‘black things.’

“Congratulations, he has chosen you. So you will gain power.”

She added no more words about the scattered magic.

No, there was no need to.

The talent of the second one chosen by him was so outstanding that a long explanation could be reduced to a single action.

Therefore.

“So you just need to follow him with loyalty. Then you can have your revenge.”

Yutia smiled as she looked at Deus.

And so, on the first week of Deus being at the orphanage, Yutia received a letter from Alon as usual.

“……Indeed.”

After reading the letter, she smiled.

It has now been just over a year since Deus was left at the orphanage, exchanging letters and stories with Yutia as usual.

Alon, who was shaking his head as if he had a headache from not being able to find the third boss to save, heard some news.

“……That scoundrel, dead?”

The second son of the Palladio Count’s family was dead.