I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

Chapter 26 (1)

If youd like to make a one-time donation to support our translations or subscribe to read up to 10 chapters ahead, you can do so via Buymeacoffee.

Kwarr-

Successively, red fireballs burst forth around him.

These formations frighteningly took shape and spewed forward.

Kwak-kwa-kwa-boom! Scream-!

Four fireballs collided with phantoms and exploded consecutively.

The specter evaporated along with its screams.

Kwa-gwang-!

Two wayward ones struck the debris.

While the front caved in and bone fragments scattered in all directions, the fallen fragments quickly reformed the area.

But be that as it may.

Philip and Miguel stared at Ian with widened eyes.

A look full of astonishment and disbelief.

It cant be true.

It was a natural reaction, in a way.

After all, Ian being a mage was beyond anyones wildest dreams or even imagination.

Have you had enough of the show? Wake up, you brats!

Ian, added nonchalantly and turned around with a lifted corner of his mouth.

Using magic had left him feeling refreshed.

Since I used it might as well use it properly.

Mumbling, Ian launched himself into the air.

With a fiery sphere the size of a fist clenched in his left hand.

Crunch whoosh!

There was an explosion, the number was unknown.

Ghoul knights turned into shrapnel and scattered, skulls around them bounced away.

Now everything makes sense.

Observing Ians figure charging through the opening, Maeve recalled the whispers of the dark mage.

This chapter upload first at NovelUsb.Com

Red mage. Why hadnt she even thought of it being Ian?

It was just that the appearance didnt match.

Insight and knowledge. Vision and insight. A cautious and secretive personality.

Looking back, many mysterious aspects of Ian aligned with those of a mage.

Of course, mages were beings who carried all sorts of ominous rumors and myths, closely tied to madness.

But Maeve believed more in what she had seen and experienced firsthand than in wild rumors.

She was even relieved to some extent.

The red mage she was determined to find turned out to be Ian.

In the end, Ill end up owing debts again.

In truth, she was already in debt.

She had even been willing to exhaust all her divine power.

Thanks to Ian, their progress had become much faster, and there was no need to exhaust herself to ward off debris anymore.

Although his speed of advancement was much faster than what was visible.

Nonetheless, he wasnt fast enough to catch up to someone running.

Ki Keet-

Now, the only enemy Maeve needed to watch out for was the wrathful phantom that kept appearing and disappearing.

Whether the phantoms attacks were lethal or not, it hadnt approached their group for a while.

It only circled around emitting a sinister breath instead of laughter.

However, Maeve was certain that it would soon attack again.

It had been following them all along.

She continued to run without revealing her true intentions.

This was to lull the phantom into a false sense of security.

That way, it would approach closer.

The moment came sooner than expected.

Keet-

The sound of breathing echoed above her forehead.

Maeve released the sword she had been holding and, catching the falling hilt, swung it upward.

Flash! Divine power drew a blue line.

The line pierced the phantom vertically.

The phantoms hand, covering its face, fell away.

Kiiiaa

A gruesome skull adorned with scattered hair split apart with a scream, eventually turning into a handful of ashes.

Ive dealt with the phantom, Ian!

Maeve shouted.

Ian, who had been scanning the surroundings as he ran, turned to her.

Then from now on, dont lose sight of me! Well come to a crossroads soon!

A crossroads? Got it!

Maeve nodded vigorously in response.

What puzzled her was that Ian spoke as if he had been here before.

Was this another aspect of the many mysteries that mages held?

But her new question didnt last long.

?

A ghoul knight that Ian had dispatched caught her attention.

Ian didnt even look back at the ghoul he had killed.

However, Maeve couldnt just pass by the shattered ghoul knight lying there.

Could it be.

The armor the creature was wearing looked oddly familiar.

It was the same as what the kingdoms royal guards wore.

Ians attention was caught by a necklace he had picked up in front of the stairs as it passed him by.

Dark thoughts that he had tried hard to suppress resurfaced vividly.

Could it be.

Maeve knelt down, her trembling hands searching through the armor.

An engraving of antlers on the joints of the armor.

In her trembling hands, she eventually found a broken crest embedded in the armors joint.

With shaking eyes, she confirmed the name carved there and finally raised her head.

It wasnt Vernon.

Ha Haha.

Whether it was relief or something else, a sigh slipped through her lips at that moment.

The resonance that had echoed within her being suddenly expanded with magic.

Maeve, who had been about to evoke divine power, hesitated at that moment.

It wasnt the dark mage.

A familiar yet strange sensation, contradictory, of someone elses consciousness.

?!

Maeves eyes shot open, turning to the left.

The purple glows of numerous undead.

Something beyond the resonance with the bead was there.

Calling out to her.

Sir! Lord Liurel! Maeve!

Ians shout, infused with magic, barely snapped Maeve back to awareness.

Maeve blinked, turning her head toward the direction the voice had come from.

The remains of the fallen undead.

Philip and Miguel running over them.

And beyond them, in the midst of the passage, Ian, wide-eyed.

His shout continued.

Be careful!

!

Instinctively, Maeve threw herself to the ground.

Shshshsh-

The spot where she had been sitting was suddenly covered in a pile of bones.

The corpse of the ghoul knight had vanished underneath.

Deaths residue had suddenly drawn near.

I, My, my!

Philip and Miguel, who belatedly grasped the situation, rushed toward her, pivoting their direction as if they were tumbling on the ground.

Rolling on the ground one after another, Maeve struggled for breath.

Perhaps due to the shock, her armor, which had usually felt like a part of her body, now seemed heavy like lead.

Sir! Are you alright?

Translator; ippo

Please rate this series here.

If youd like to make a one-time donation to support our translations or subscribe to read up to 10 chapters ahead, you can do so via Buymeacoffee.

Schedule: Pending @ UTC+ 12:00 am. 3 4 ch a /ippostranslations