The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness

Chapter 21, The Double Agent

“Shut up!”

Unable to endure the incessant chatter any longer, the gaunt figure shouted in frustration:

“The protection of moonlight has its limits! If you keep your voice up like that, what if someone hears us?!”

The enormous roar echoed through the quiet corridor.

For a moment, it even caused the flickering lanterns to sway more violently, as if they might fly off and shatter at any moment.

Creak, creak, their shadows became disordered, resembling mocking demons.

Thus, both fell silent, staring at each other.

After a moment, it was the scarred man who broke the silence, lowering his voice, his expression filled with indignation:

“Clearly, your voice is louder! If you want to die, fine, but don’t drag me down with you, okay?”

“…You motherf—”

The emaciated figure suddenly felt a breath caught in his chest, stuck in limbo, making him unable to resist the urge to strangle the scarred man before him.

But no, the mission was paramount.

A hint of coldness flickered across his bony, sunken face, but it was quickly suppressed.

“Less chatter, let’s go!”

“Oh, where are we going?”

“Of course, to the deepest part of the Mercury Well…”

The emaciated figure suddenly froze.

Because this sudden voice, though equally infuriating, seemed somewhat different from the scarred man’s?

He turned his head, only to find the scarred man tightly closing his mouth, shaking his head frantically.

Could it be…

The emaciated figure’s pupils constricted sharply, disregarding the need for stealth, and shouted to the surroundings:

“Who? Hiding and peeking, come out quickly!”

“Hiding and peeking? That’s quite an interesting thing to say. Clearly, it’s you lot who are the sneaky mice sneaking into someone else’s home.”

Accompanied by a lazy chuckle, a pink bear suddenly stepped out from the shadows of the corridor.

A pink bear?

The emaciated figure was momentarily stunned.

What on earth, is this a joke?

“Who are you?”

“Ho ho, looking at you, it seems your information is a bit outdated.”

The pink bear stepped closer, its footsteps making a strange squelching sound on the ground.

“Don’t you know? I, the Pink Bear, am currently the acting dean of this academy.”

“Dean?”

The emaciated figure was shocked, his gaze scanning the pink bear up and down repeatedly, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt that this character was merely a comedic figure meant to entertain.

But the emaciated figure quickly regained his composure.

Even if the intel didn’t mention this pink bear, only referring to Dean Heatherway’s sudden departure, the fact that he could appear in such a core position of the academy indicated that he was not simple.

“What a pity, I was hoping to use some peaceful means.”

The emaciated figure sneered: “Isn’t it better to pretend not to see?”

“Pretending not to see is certainly nice.”

The pink bear sighed: “I don’t want to get involved in such troublesome matters. Being able to hide in my office, smoking a cigar while looking at risqué picture books, is truly the second-best day in the world. By the way, the best day is watching the lovely ladies’ long legs on the beach.

But, since I’ve spent the academy’s money, I ought to do something for the academy, right? If Professor Plank roars like a lion again, or simply goes above to impeach me, cutting off my financial support, that would be a loss indeed.”

—

“Sounds like I’ve interrupted your good fortune?”

“Of course! You wicked cultists, can’t you wait until my work as acting director is perfectly finished before causing trouble? You’re making me quite irritable.”

“And when I get irritable…”

The Pink Bear suddenly opened its gaping mouth, as dark as a black hole, and reached inside, pulling out a massive spiked club.

Its tone was no longer lazy; instead, it carried a bone-chilling coldness.

“—I just want to kill.”

In an instant.

A rich, overwhelming stench of blood filled the air.

The nauseating odor made one feel as if they were standing on a brutal battlefield, surrounded by piles of corpses and flowing blood.

But there were clearly no traces of blood around; where was this smell coming from?

Gurgle.

The sound of flowing water echoed.

At that moment, the emaciated figure noticed that blood was continuously streaming from the Pink Bear’s comical eyes, ears, and its clearly decorative nostrils.

The warm blood exuded an unspeakable, terrifying grotesqueness.

“What… what exactly are you?”

The emaciated figure’s voice trembled slightly.

At this moment, even having completely abandoned its living flesh to embrace the silence of death, it felt a flicker of… fear? as it looked at the Pink Bear, which had suddenly transformed from a comedic character into a terrifying one.

“Ask about this in hell; perhaps many there know.”

The Pink Bear slowly raised the spiked club in its hand, and in that instant, the emaciated figure felt its vision turn red, breath suddenly freezing, as if drowning in a surging river of blood.

No, that’s not right.

It was just an illusion.

The emaciated figure suddenly realized, raising the lantern in its hand once more.

The pale blue light of the lantern flickered, causing its shadow to sway, like a beast stirring in the darkness.

The shadow spread, and the Pink Bear seemed to sense something, abruptly halting its steps, hesitating to move forward.

“Ha—ha! Did you see that? I am a child of the moon; how could a lowly mortal like you ever compare?”

Watching the Pink Bear stop, the emaciated figure laughed maniacally, completely unaware that as the pale blue light in its hand grew stronger, its already skeletal body became even more withered.

It was as if an invisible presence was slowly siphoning away the last remnants of its vitality.

“Indeed, are you just a fool deceived by an evil god, not even recognizing your own mother?”

A hint of mockery laced the Pink Bear’s tone.

It scratched its head, feeling that dragging this out any longer wouldn’t be wise, so it decided to use the power of the evil god to simply kill this thing in front of it first.

—

Although there would be some cost, that cost was not unacceptable.

Just as he was about to strike—

Pfft.

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh suddenly rang out.

The laughter of the emaciated figure came to an abrupt halt.

Even the pink bear showed a hint of shock on that comical bear face.

What the hell just happened?

“Why?”

The emaciated figure slowly lowered his head, looking at the large knife that had pierced through his chest.

In those deeply sunken eye sockets, there was nothing but confusion.

“We… are we not partners? Are we not all… believers of the great divine?”

Why did you stab me in the back?

“How can you still say that!”

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Behind the emaciated figure, the scar-faced man wore a face full of grief and indignation.

“The thing I hate the most in my life is someone like you who has no plan, no escape route, and still can’t even defeat the useless opponent in front of you!”

Saying this, he kicked the emaciated figure aside, then tossed away the bloodied large knife and flashed a fawning smile at the pink bear:

“Um… this big brother, oh no, this big shot, I’m now turning over a new leaf. I don’t know if it’s too late?”