The Villain in the Side Story Wants to Live

Feed me

As Oran was a mixture of half demon and half human blood, he had a human appearance but did not need physiological phenomena like demons.

But Serena is a human, so if she ate something, of course she needed to get rid of it.

“…What did you just say?”

“He said he was in a hurry to go to the bathroom.”

She wondered if she had heard it wrong, so when she asked again, Serena answered right away.

She proved that her face was no lie as she blushed with shame.

“Are you in a hurry?”

“……Yes.”

She muttered in a whisper with her head bowed.

For an instant, she forgot that she was playing a villain, and she almost sent her to the bathroom.

‘What would Oran do?’

She

I think she said to take care of it. But that’s something she couldn’t do as the same person she once was.

So I guess I’ll have to make it a little easier.

“Now, here it is…”

“Oran.”

I brought and handed over the bucket that Serena used to wake me up before, and she called my name in a cold voice.

Tung. Turd.

I lost the bucket I was holding in the cold glare in my eyes.

‘I almost fell off my liver.’

Her unhighlighted eyes let me know that even her eyes could make death threats.

Serena, who was looking at her gently, snapped her chin. It probably means to respond quickly.

If you say it wrong, you die.

She was not yet fully healed and her limbs were restrained, but this chilling sensation of hers was by no means false.

“……Not specifically for you, but I’ll send you to the bathroom.”

Unchained her from her bed. She was about to release her handcuffs and shackles, but it felt like giving in to Serena.

It is the last remaining pride of the villain. She couldn’t let go of that.

Clap. Clap.

But Serena held out her handcuffs to me, telling me to loosen them quickly.

Do you think favor is a right? She needed to be blunt.

“How am I supposed to trust you and set you free?”

“Remove it.”

“…Yes.”

As a benevolent scoundrel, I can give you this much.

All handcuffs and shackles were released. But he still couldn’t stop staring at me, wondering what was lacking.

“Why is that?”

When I first asked about her frustration, Serena held out her hand to me.

I didn’t know what she meant, so I tilted her head and she clicked her tongue and opened her mouth.

“The Devil’s Stone.”

Is the hostage asking the villain for the prison key to go to the bathroom himself?

Am I crazy? It was never quite like this.

“Even if I listened to everything else, this is a bit…”

“So you’re telling me to deal with it here and now?”

“There is a bathroom inside the Demon King’s Stone…”

“Guide me.”

She interrupted me in the middle and nodded her head as if to direct me quickly.

Serena immediately followed me as I walked in the lead. Looking at the appearance, it is no different from a prison guard leading the prisoner, but I am afraid to die of anxiety that a knife may be placed behind my back.

“Here.”

“Don’t play around. This place is closed… I guess not.”

She was surprised for a moment to hear that the tightly closed door opened, and went inside without asking if she was in a hurry.

After Serena went into the bathroom, her legs gave way and she sat down in front of the rest of the door.

Clap.

I couldn’t even put it anywhere because I was guiding them, and the tools I had brought with me flowed down from my hands.

Serena asked for it, so she just let it go.

‘It looks like it’s ruined.’

She’s already done too much for her own sake, even if he stopped him from giving her her Demon Lord’s Stone.

The villain who is swayed by the hostages… Even Serena would find it odd.

If she realized that I played her villain for her sake, she would definitely avoid me again.

If you can’t bring Serena back to normal, she will be killed by Charen.

As I sighed and thought about what to do now, Serena came out of her bathroom and tapped me on the shoulder.

“Why are you doing that?”

Serena, whose expression became more comfortable, was looking down at me with her doubtful eyes, as if she had solved the urgent problem well.

“It’s just that my legs hurt.”

I think it was a stupid answer.

But I don’t think it matters, because it seems that the villain acting has already been ruined for a long time.

“Doesn’t it fill up again?”

“…Filling?”

“Handcuffs, I mean.”

Serena dropped her handcuffs to the floor and threw them over her wrists and held out her hand to me.

What does this mean?

“Why are you looking at me like that? I’m your hostage.”

The corners of Serena’s mouth went up slightly as she said that.

The cold stare, as if looking at the enemy, disappeared everywhere, and he was looking at me with bright eyes as if something happy was happening.

It was clear that she realized that something was wrong with her.

“Aren’t you going to bet soon?”

“Huh? Oh, that’s how it should be.”

She teased me with her monotonous voice, implicitly suggesting that she would fit in with this play.

“Rather than that, it was blocked here. How did you open it?”

After putting her handcuffs and shackles on, Serena asked her without a moment to catch her breath.

Saying that the saintess helped her is the same as admitting that it was all an act.

…… It’s already half ruined, but there’s nothing good about revealing it.

“I opened it.”

“You?”

Serena looked at me with her suspicious eyes, but she didn’t ask me if she remembered that she was a hostage.

“Have you opened another room?”

“How many have you opened. Do you want to take a look?”

“I have no particular desire to take a look, but I have no intention of stopping you if you lead me.”

She replied bluntly and glanced at the door next to her. You want to take a look.

Serena will be offended if she says let’s go back here.

When it comes to villains, she has a clear choice. But is there any need to act like a villain when the yard is already half-exposed?

She

She sighed inwardly and she opened the door to the right of the bathroom.

“This is a drawing room.”

Contrary to what she expected to be a little surprised by the appearance in the room, she looked around the room calmly.

“These are cigarettes.”

Serena’s gaze stopped at the ashtray on the table.

She completely forgot to put her away after the saint used it.

“I smoked it.”

“Why?”

“…Why? It just bloomed.”

Did she feel something strange? Serena raised her eyebrows and picked up her half-used cigarette.

You didn’t even find traces of Sharenne, did you? It was a time when anxiety was mounting.

“This is not good for the body.”

Selena said something completely different from what I expected, and broke the cigarette she was holding into several pieces and scattered them on the floor.

“Don’t smoke from now on. Okay?”

Then he gave me advice.

“Are you not answering me?”

“…Okay.”

A hostage is worried about the villain’s health. Is this the right relationship?

“There’s nothing more to see, so why don’t we go to the next room…”

Serena, who was about to speak in her commanding tone, covered her mouth with her hand and looked at me.

Looks like he’s confused now too. If that’s the case, can’t we just finish this clumsy play?

“This, now… Where is it taking me?”

Serena said, her voice quivering unnaturally, as if she wanted to express that she was scared.

Serena didn’t seem to want to end the play at all. She let out another deep sigh and went to the next room.

“This is the kitchen.”

As soon as she entered, Serena, who had figured out what her room was for, looked around her and sat down in her chair.

And then Serena looked at me blankly. She seemed to have something to say to me.

“Are you hungry?”

“Not really, but I can’t help it if you tell me to eat it.”

Fortunately, it seems to be the correct answer. She took out her stew, which she had requested from Sharenne in advance, from the warming artifact.

“Are you not eating?”

The amount of stew was for two people, but Serena asked if it was served in one bowl.

“I’m done.”

There’s no way she’ll have an appetite when she’s caught acting.

I handed the stew to Serena along with the spoon and she sat down on the chair across from her.

“Nothing weird went in, so you don’t have to worry.”

“Trust and eat.”

Serena’s hand did not move while believing. Even if her hands were bound in her handcuffs, wouldn’t she be unable to lift a spoon?

“Should I release it?”

“Release, what do you mean?”

“I mean handcuffs. Isn’t it uncomfortable to eat?”

She asked just in case, but Serena didn’t reach out her hand first like before.

Instead of staring at me, her gaze moved over the stew and spoon to her hand.

What does that mean? Since only the pupils were rolling here and there, I thought that it might not have been done with some intention.

“If you don’t have to release it, eat it quickly before it gets cold.”

“…That’s right.”

I couldn’t stand watching her cooling down stew, so when I picked her up, her tone came back cold.

Did I do something wrong? Fortunately, I didn’t refuse to eat.

Although her meal seemed uncomfortable because of her handcuffs, Serena shove her stew into her mouth.

“Ah…”

Serena sighed as she looked down at her stew, which flowed down her own lips. She looked a little jeopardized, but in the end she poured out.

“Tell me to release it if you think it will spill.”

She wiped the stew from her lips with her finger, as it would run down her clothes if left alone.

“What are you doing?”

“I just spilled it and wiped it off.”

Serena was startled and her chin trembled as if she hadn’t expected me to wipe it myself.

It reminded me of a cat that was suddenly petted and embarrassed.

“……It was cleaned, I see.”

As I stayed still, I took a spoonful of stew with a small mutter, as if my vigilance had eased a little.

The spoon, which seemed to be heading straight into her mouth, swayed unnaturally as it touched her lips, spilling her contents down.

“Oh, I spilled it.”

The stew dripped down her lips. Serena’s lips drew an arc and looked at my hand gently, even though she was clearly in a situation where she should have been fed up.

Her intention was too blatant.

“Eat carefully.”

“Okay.”

Still, you can consider it a mistake twice.

“Oh, you spilled it again.”

But if it repeats itself three times, it would be correct to assume that there was an intention.

“You do it on purpose.”

“This is inevitable because of the handcuffs.”

“Shall I release the handcuffs?”

“……What if I go on a rampage?”

Shouldn’t she have done that first when she was about to go to the bathroom?

I’m going crazy with gratitude for worrying about the villain.

“So what do you want?”

“It’s hard to keep wiping it off, and it’s hard to loosen the handcuffs…”

Serena’s cheeks turned red as if she was thinking about something.

She tugged at her hair and covered her face, as if she too felt her own face burning.

What the hell are you trying to say? Just when she was a bit uneasy, Serena’s lips trembled and opened reluctantly.

“Mmm, feed me.”