I'm not in the villain's ending - 10

An inexplicable discomfort overtook me in the murmurs that reverberated through me. It was the awkwardness that had been felt all the way since she took Snowy’s hand, and it was heightened by the whispers Karina had made her feel better before leaving.

[Watch out for the boy.]

Naturally, she didn’t immediately understand what Karina meant. At that time, I was just in a hurry to leave.

The uneasiness that ran through his flesh made him want to avoid Snowy’s words.

“It’s now or never.”

His voice is determined, as if he has already made up his mind.

Shasha.

Snowy’s wheat-colored hair fades and turns pink. As the cherry blossoms bloom in the spring, I am at a loss for words.

“Snow….”

“My name is not Snowy.”

Snowy dropped the veil that covered his eyes to the ground.

In this way, the eyes that he so hated to see are revealed in vain. The exposed pupils are no longer black.

‘Pink hair. And…’

The pupils of the eyes have an intimidating gold and mysterious purple hue. And at the same time, a phrase came to mind.

< pink hair flutters more lustiously than the petals of a flower that blooms profusely. Beneath it, he floats a mysterious golden jain and teases the throat of his opponent….>

A phrase describing one of the three male candidates of the female protagonist in the book.

His steps are hundreds of heads choked at a time. He blows the winds of death into the peaceful everyday life.

“Ian Snow. That’s my real name.”

A man who was called a rare villain. He was Ian Snow, standing right in front of him.

“How….”

The kidnapper was the most troublesome person I tried to avoid.

I realized that his hand was still on my body, so I immediately threw it away.

“Come closer….”

A blade that quickly grazed the side and hit the wall and landed. It was a knight’s sword.

If Snowy, or Ian, as he should be called now, hadn’t shrewd enough to hug me, he would have been beaten.

―Muppet! Is the acting finally over?

Ahri happily calls out to Ian, and he didn’t see the knight rushing behind him.

“Ugh!”

The knight’s massive body flies like a piece of paper at the touch of Ian’s hand as he tries to plunge his sword into Ahri’s back.

Perhaps it’s not the magic of the magic tool, but his “Four Seasons”.

“Keep your head down.”

When I didn’t budge, Ahri, who had been confronting the knight, ran over and hugged me as if she were wrapping her arms around me.

He felt a snuggle above his head and slumped down in his seat, and Ian turned his head.

Ian reached out and clenched his fist as if to catch the air. The wind, like the flapping of a bird’s wings through the air, is bursting your eardrums.

―Lower your body. If you don’t, I’ll fly to you!

The wind grew stronger and stronger, and soon it was filling the portal with the threat of exploding.

But it’s the eve of the storm. It was just the beginning of a great storm.

“Ugh, what’s the wind all of a sudden?”

Within the cramped portal, a storm rages that is beyond common sense. A huge wind that I couldn’t even open my eyes properly blew through my skin.

In the world I see with my own eyes, the knights are no different from me. The stalwart knights held on to their lows, but the scruffy or young knights had already been blown away by the wind.

“Hang in there a little longer! Until He comes….”

Even in the midst of the commotion, the words of the knights could be heard clearly.

‘Him?’

Is there someone to come? Was there anyone else who could have come here?

As he thought about it, Ahri’s voice rang out in his ears.

―Wake up, human girl!

Ahri’s voice brought him to his senses.

The wind was still blowing, and like me, Ahri and Knight couldn’t move, but if there was one thing that had changed.

The faint glow of the magic circle is emitting an intense light.

―Continue to the Snow Territory. You’d better close your eyes for a moment.

I soon understood what Ari meant.

The magic circle’s light shone even more, and then his vision turned white. His eyes tightened shut at the vast light that pricked his pupils.

I feel like my body is floating and my gut is out of place.

“He came….”

“I can’t miss you….”

It seems that he heard the sound of a roar in the knight’s voice as he grew farther and farther away.

But the eardrum had been swallowed into complete silence, and I couldn’t tell exactly what it was.

That’s how we succeeded in getting on the portal.

***

When we arrived through the portal, a gray-haired man was waiting for us. From his well-dressed and well-mannered manner, he appeared to be a butler.

“Follow me. The Duke is waiting.”

The butler bowed respectfully to me and Ian. It was blocked by grass on all sides, and I had to follow the butler to get out.

Following the butler without a second thought, I glanced behind him. Ian Snow followed behind him.

‘If I run now, what are my chances of success?’

But it’s impossible to just run away.

This is probably the outdoor garden of the Duke of Snow mansion. Ostracizing him from his home is like seeing a shooting star in the morning.

When he met Ian’s gaze, he quickly looked away.

‘Ian Snow.’

Ian Snow. He has the ability to specialize in wind.

The ability to create wind, move as fast as the wind, or fly in the sky when you thought it was a magic tool.

This is a different ability from the magic power of magic tools that other wizards carved formulas into, and it was called the “Four Seasons Power” in the original.

‘What is the difference between the four seasons and the magical power…’

He stopped two steps behind the butler, who had stopped to walk with his head rolling.

“This is the place.”

The butler pointed to the entrance to the garden. A familiar fragrance wafts from the garden.

I asked him where he had smelled it, and it was the refreshing scent that had always come from him.

“The Duke is waiting.”

“It’s as you say. If you follow the path in the garden in a straight line without turning, you will meet the Duke.”

The butler bowed his head politely, as he had done the first time, and left.

As the butler said, he walked along the trail and jerked back. Ian, who was walking behind me, stops.

“Are you still walking in the back?”

I regretted talking to him right after I said that.

The light of his eyes, which had been shrouded in mystery all along, was like a beast measuring its prey.

I gulp dry.

“Don’t answer? I’m asking.”

But he remained the same before and after he found out he was Ian Snow.

Ian, with a subtle glow, opened his closed mouth.

“Yes.”

“How do you know when to stick a knife in the back?”

Looking at Ian’s brow crumpled without a twist, I sneered at him with a smile that I couldn’t help but laugh.

I hope and hope that he will lose any reason at my ridicule.

“If the distance is wider, there will be less risk of being choked.”

He glanced at the candy on his lips for a moment, then tilted his head.

“The wind is walking behind me, and my legs are so weak that I can walk properly.”

Flesh wind. It was a subtle nickname for Ian. It was also Ian’s least favorite word.

“You don’t have to worry.”

Ian opens his mouth and feels something inside me turn into a grain of sand and fall apart.

“Contrary to my concerns, with this leash, I won’t put a knife in Sen’s back.”

His head tilts with golden and purple eyes.

Facing the eyes that had always been hidden under a veil was as awkward as walking down a street I hadn’t seen in a long time.

“I will not violate the line of Sen that I have been permitted, nor will I stray further than necessary.”

The identity of the fallen grains of sand is my plan.

In his excitement, his plan to cast the gem and bind him disappears as a grain of sand.

“Yes. You know.”

The plan was now reduced to ashes, shattered to the point that it would be blown away when it blew up.

I knew, but I thought it would be impossible to escape with a light-hearted move.

In the end, I decide to raise the white flag on my side.

―Roll your feet faster. The Master is waiting!

Ahri, the size of her forearm again, tapped her leg and quickened her pace.

It wasn’t Ahri’s intention, but his calf was scratched by his claws, causing him to feel a slight tingle.

“It hurts.”

―Walk as fast as it hurts!

It’s really a white fox with no blood or tears.

“Why are you in such a hurry?”

―Master doesn’t like to wait.

“Who likes to wait….”

The words stopped. Because he saw a man in his vision.

―Master!

Ahri jumped up and fell at the man’s feet. It looked like a puppy that had met its owner.

Ian, who is following behind, also bows his knees like a loyal servant. The villain of the past, who is famous for his viciousness.

“You’re back.”

The voice that has come into my ears is low and monotonous, and full of boredom. It’s like a lazy beast at the top of the food chain.

“The return was slower than expected. Father.”

‘Father?’

Ian greets him, and the man slowly turns his head. He walked toward Ian and me, revealing what had been hidden by the grass.

“Oh.”

I screamed involuntarily.

A god who worshipped the beauty of Greek mythology would have looked like that, but his handsome appearance and body, his tired eyes, and his dark dark circles gave him an air of boredom.

Ginga was a long shot, but soon after a closer look at the man, suspicion hardens into certainty.

[I was only 13 years old, and the devil had sent me off to war.]

Although he only appeared in flashbacks in the book.

In addition, a man who was called a devil even by a rare villain.

His name is Duke Reginia Snow. Prior to that, he was also Ian’s adoptive father.