Raised the Villainous Daughter and Ran Away

159. The most selfish revenge called sorrow

Shh …

The thick, heavy rain pouring down from the sky coldly soaked my entire body.

He covered her cold eyes with a handkerchief and changed her posture to leaning against the tree, raising her waist.

I’m going to hold her funeral after I kill that damn saint and her followers.

After that, I will inform everyone on this continent.

There was a person who lived a strange life.

I will engrave it on everyone.

There was a person whose tragedy was destined for him from the beginning.

“… … .”

Thump thump. Thump thump.

I stood up from my seat in the pouring rain. It was time to bring justice to all who killed her.

I strengthened my entire body with aura. Since it was raining, I left out my sense of smell, which wouldn’t be of much help, and focused on strengthening my sight and hearing.

“Why on earth… did you have to go that far?”

“Somire, you shouldn’t have let that woman live.”

“It was going to be the death penalty anyway. We just brought the date forward.”

“We just passed judgment.”

“No matter what…!”

Their conversation could be heard from afar. I checked the direction and walked straight in that direction.

Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam.

The sound of footsteps moving through the bushes and the sound of thick rain pouring down.

The smell of wet earth was soothing, but it wasn’t enough to quell the hatred seething within me.

And when I took a few more steps.

“Somire, I’m sorry if our methods were too harsh. But we had no choice for you. I just want you to know that we made the choice only for you.”

I could see everyone, including the saint. I stopped using my enhanced hearing, thinking I didn’t need to hear any more conversation.

“… … .”

I opened my eyes shallowly and thought about the identities of those I would kill in the future.

Crown Prince of the Empire, Rezef Fedelian.

Cassius Persia, successor to the Persian duchy.

Asil Pryden, the Marquis of Pryden.

Seldas Freya of the House of Freya.

A Khazar Euplane of unknown origin.

Two Sword Masters, one Master Assassin, and one Super-Tier Magician. Asil Pryden is a man specialized in internal affairs, so you don’t have to worry about him.

After I was ready, I came out of the bushes.

Sabak. Sabak.

“Who are you!”

“Somire, behind me.”

“Black hair and golden eyes?”

“Your Majesty, Jean Barenberg.”

“Ha, I was wondering where that witch’s confidant went.”

Rezef Fedelian bowed his head stiffly toward me, the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a mocking sneer.

“Where did you go leaving your master behind?”

“… … .”

“He didn’t beg to be spared.”

“… … .”

“Well, I guess he knew he had committed a sin worthy of death.”

I just opened my eyes shallowly and breathed out a sigh of relief. Rezef, who had momentarily flinched, drew his sword.

“Everyone, prepare for battle.”

“i get it.”

“Do not give orders on your own.”

Magic unfolded from both hands of Kazar Euplane, and the two Sword Masters drew their swords. Seldas Freya had long since disappeared into hiding. Is Asil Pryden just watching from behind?

“I will kill you all here.”

“Ha, I was wondering where that damn witch’s slave b*stard had been and why he came back, is he here for revenge?”

“There is no time for petty conversation. Come at us as a group.”

Rezef chuckled and raised his sword.

“You have a quick temper. Everyone, protect Somire!”

Two Sword Masters rush forward from the front, and a Master Assassin throws his dagger close by. Kajar Uplane assists everyone’s attacks.

Not a bad combination.

If the opponent wasn’t me.

“If you die, the continent will be destroyed.”

Woof!!! The blood flow throughout my body surged and my aura opened. Pure white flames burned my entire body and surged stronger than ever.

“what…!”

“Don’t be afraid, size isn’t everything!”

“Ha, who said he was scared?”

“Everyone, focus!”

You still don’t lose your fighting spirit after seeing this. Those men who follow the saintess must have low intelligence. Or are they the kind of people who would burn themselves to death for the woman they love? They’re ridiculous.

Thud. Kookoogugugu! Thud. Kookoogugugu!

With each step I took, the ground shook, the air grew heavier and heavier, and I felt oppressed. Everything around me was flattening.

“… What an unbelievable power.”

“Everyone, focus, he is a disaster to the kingdom!”

“Somire! Bless us!”

The saintess behind her seemed to hesitate with a distorted face… … .

“Somire! Quickly! If you don’t do it here, we all die!”

He reluctantly gave his blessing to everyone.

His entire body glowed with gold and a protective shield appeared. With the blessing of the saint, he would be able to exert incredible power.

It’s a good combination to look at again.

If the opponent wasn’t me.

I held the exploding aura in one place with my sword blade raised.

Wooow!!!

A pure white aura glowed like a supernova with a huge vibration.

“I don’t want to let you go easily, but I lack patience.”

Phew! He swung his sword in a big swing.

Kwakwakwakwa──!

The aura of annihilation boasting overwhelming density advances forward, splitting the ground. Even if you escape with a superhuman reaction, you will have to give up one of your legs.

Kwakwakwakwang─!

Aura’s sword energy collided with them, causing a violent explosion. Dust flew up, obscuring the vision. This was no problem at all.

chin!

“what…!”

Because my senses are far beyond human categories.

“Seldas, I will show you despair.”

Phew! I avoided the vital points and stabbed him. He didn’t bleed much and it took a while for him to die.

“Ugh…!”

Seldas steps back, holding his stomach. I walk slowly and swing my sword.

Suga ga ga gak!

The sword strike, swung at an invisible speed, cut through all of Seldas’ leg muscles. This makes it impossible for him to escape from this place.

“Just watch carefully. I will bring her hell, resentment, and despair upon you as well.”

He said that and moved the target. Kazar Euplane, whose physical ability was relatively weak, was unable to dodge and was torn in half. The others, including the saint, escaped safely.

“… … .”

Swish. The heavy rain is pouring down so hard that I can’t hear or smell anything. But… … .

‘There it is.’

The blood flowing down in the raindrops could not be hidden.

“What are you doing here?”

Cassius Persia and Rezef Fedelian startle at my voice and turn around in a hurry. Their faces turn pale, almost white, and their eyes shake violently.

“Are you scared?”

Slowly, I took a step forward.

“Is it hopeless?”

Jerk. He started walking again. Rezef muttered, his mind blank.

“I’ve gone crazy… … .”

Now I see that both of Cassus’ legs are cut off, and Rezef has lost one of his arms. The bleeding has been stopped, but both are unable to fight. I swing my sword at high speed again.

Suga ga ga gak!

“Kwaaah!”

“Cough!”

All the muscles that could move them were cut off. There is no danger to their lives, but… … .

‘I have to do this quickly.’

We have to show them before they die.

The world she looked at, the despair she felt, the resentment she had to bear.

Thud, thud, thud. Boom, thud. Boom, thud. Boom, thud.

─Somire, we have to get out of here!

─If I’m here, I can cure you!

─Now is not the time for that!

Stupid Asil Pryden. Are you trying to monopolize the saintess at this moment? You are a collection of trash.

With the aura in his legs, he moved in an instant, creating a gust of wind.

“Ugh…!”

“…!”

The saint and Asil looked at me with their bloodshot eyes. I moved behind them and grabbed the back of their necks as I returned to where everyone was.

Chul-poo-duk! He threw himself on the floor.

“Ugh…!”

“Ugh!”

First of all, you need to know.

Suga ga ga gak!

All of Asil’s leg muscles were severed by a swift sword swing.

“Kuaaah…!”

“I, I will treat…!”

The saint stretched out her arm towards Asil. I cut off her arm.

Scratch!

“uh…?”

He looks up at me with a pale face, looking at his two severed arms.

“Play it. Don’t do useless things.”

The terrified saint trembled with a thoughtful face. Unable to bear the excruciating pain, she sobbed and regenerated her arm with divine power.

“Everyone, watch out there. How desperate the pain of losing someone you loved is.”

I grabbed the saint by the nape of her neck and lifted her high. Crushed by the overwhelming murderous intent, she froze and looked at me with trembling eyes, unable to even open her mouth.

“You gave the princess a merciless death. Her whole body was slashed with swords, and both her eyes were gouged out.”

I placed my hand on the saint’s eyes.

“This is the pain she felt.”

Boom! Bam! He put his finger in one of my eyes and ripped it out.

“Gyaaah!!!”

A saint’s scream echoing through a forest with heavy rain. Not a bad piece for a memorial song for Frances.

“Somire!!!”

“Stop it, you crazy b*stard!”

“Do you know what you are doing?”

“Please stop! Somire’s suffering…!”

No matter what they said, I didn’t stop and just did what I had to do.

“This is the hatred she felt.”

Boom! Bam! He plucked out his remaining eye.

“aaahhh!!!”

He continued speaking, throwing the plucked eye socket onto the floor.

“This is the despair she felt.”

He grabbed the saint’s shoulder, then grabbed her forearm and tightened his grip on her wrist, causing the bone to crush.

“Gyaaah!!!”

The saint screamed in agony. It was quite a pleasant sound, and the expressions on their faces were exquisite.

“Please stop!”

“You might as well do it with me!”

“There’s nothing wrong with Somire!”

“Somire…!”

For a moment, my brows furrowed.

“Do I look like a devil to you?”

Funny guys.

“You were the devil to us.”

Those are pieces of trash.

“I’m just like you guys. So I guess my job is the same.”

Pushuuk! Blood spurted out everywhere as the saint’s arm was torn off.

“Ah… Aah…! Ah…!”

The saint’s body convulses. Is she fainting due to shock? She’s useless if that happens.

Crunch! I threw the saint I was holding. To finish, I kicked her down, crushing her cervical vertebrae, and tore off her head, throwing it in front of them.

Boom. Roll.

“Ah, ahh… ahhh… !”

“What are you doing… … .”

“… What is this, what is this!”

“This crazy little shit!!!”

Everyone was in a state of shock and panic, unable to calm down.

“Somire did nothing wrong…!”

“That crazy kid… … .”

“What is this…!”

“Why not do it for us and not for Somire…!”

Eyes filled with resentment and hatred.

The saint may not have done anything wrong, as they say, but what does that have to do with me? I have lost everything to them, and my only refuge.

I’m just showing you what I feel. It’s wrong to expect mercy from me.

“Die slowly while looking at the head of the saint with both eyes gone out.”

He swung his sword. Suga-ga-ga-gak!

“Keuhk!”

“Huh!”

“Kwaaah!”

“Eww!”

I deliberately avoided the vital points. Since I couldn’t move, I wouldn’t be able to stop the excessive bleeding.

“Feel the anger slowly. Carve the hatred. Hold the grudge. And die.”

Swish. He shook off the thick blood stains on the sword and put it back in its scabbard.

“Even if you die, the disaster will not end. I will annihilate all nations, including the Empire, and all living things.”

I’ll show it to everyone.

The world she had to look at, the anger she had to feel, the hatred she had to have, the resentment she had to harbor.

I will imprint this on everyone in this world.