The villain's side of the novel



Blanche possessed a captivating allure that ensnared numerous men within her intricate web. However, it was not solely her beauty and talent that granted her this power; there was a deeper force at play known as the "love law." Blanche shared an inexplicable bond with this law, which enabled her to manipulate the emotions of others. Unbeknownst to many, the First Princess recognized the potential of Blanche's abilities and clandestinely employed her to sway men into supporting her, thereby securing her position of power. Tonight, she planned to exploit Blanche's powers once more, this time attempting to ensnare Fray. Yet, Fray's golden soul remained impervious to the influence of such a mediocre law.

"This woman has employed seduction magic against me, and as the head of one of the ancient families, it is my right to punish her for this insult," Fray calmly retorted.

Noelle's face paled upon hearing Fray's words. She had been confident in Blanche's abilities, having witnessed her prowess on numerous formidable men. However, none of them had detected the influence, as it was merely a third-rate law skill.

(How did he discern my power?) Blanche thought, stunned by Fray's revelation.

(He truly lives up to his reputation. This is quite intriguing.) Ferrit observed with a keen interest.

"What? Do you possess any evidence to support this accusation?" Reynold demanded angrily, his face flushed with rage.

"I don't have the time to provide evidence at this moment. However, I assure you that I will present it once I have dealt with her," Fray responded, rising from his seat.

"What? Are you serious? Why won't you present the evidence first?" Reynold shouted furiously, incensed by Fray's audacity and arrogance.

"Because I simply don't wish to," Fray answered calmly, stepping purposefully towards Blanche. The room filled with tension, but no one dared to intervene. None were willing to obstruct a member of the ancient families.

(That insolent fool. I will make him pay dearly for this insult.) Blanche seethed with anger, activating her skill. Her eyes turned a vibrant pink as she directed her gaze towards Reynold. However, her skill was so swift that only Fray noticed its effects.

In an instant, a pink light flickered within Reynold's pupils, intensifying his expression of fury. He swiftly moved, positioning himself between Fray and Blanche, and bellowed, "You must defeat me before laying a finger on Lady Blanche!"

Fray halted, his gaze fixed upon Reynold's enraged countenance. "Are you certain you wish to do this?" he calmly inquired.

"Yes, I am absolutely certain. I cannot allow you to harm the citizens of this kingdom," Reynold declared defiantly, exuding unwavering confidence. After all, he was a warrior hailing from the Sixth Kingdom, aware that Fray resided in the Fifth Kingdom. Defeating Fray, or even slaying him, would be an effortless endeavor.

"Mr. Fray, please desist. We shall conduct an investigation, and if Blanche is found guilty, she will be duly punished. There is no need to escalate this situation further," Noelle interjected hastily, attempting to mitigate the gravity of the conflict. Any involvement in such a case would greatly impact her position and potentially jeopardize her right to inherit the throne.

However, as was his wont, Fray remained silent, his gaze still fixed upon Reynold. "Let us relocate," he suggested. The restaurant was an unsuitable battleground, far too confined for both combatants to unleash their full potential.

"Very well, there is

 a fighting arena in the rear," Reynold agreed.

Indeed, high-ranking restaurants across the human continent often housed arenas for combat. Although the concept initially seemed foolish, it served a crucial purpose. Restaurants and bars were frequent breeding grounds for conflicts, prompting many establishments to establish arenas, preventing warriors from causing undue damage to the infrastructure.

Thus, Fray and Reynold exited the restaurant, making their way towards the arena located in the back garden. The assembled attendees followed suit, including those who had been downstairs, and even Blanche herself. Should she retreat too far, her skill's effect would weaken, potentially dissuading Reynold from continuing the fight.

"What is happening?"

"Are they about to engage in battle?"

"It appears that Mr. Reynold could no longer tolerate the Prada family head's misconduct."

"But I heard the head of the Prada family is merely a fighter from the Fifth Kingdom. How dare he challenge Mr. Reynold, who hails from the Sixth Kingdom? Is he seeking death?"

"Haha, excellent. Finally, this impudent individual shall learn his rightful place."

As Fray and Reynold stepped into the arena, those who remained downstairs and were unaware of the specifics engaged in fervent discussions regarding the unfolding events.

"I shall make you regret threatening Lady Blanche!" Reynold bellowed fervently upon entering the arena.

On the other side, Fray stood composed, his countenance calm. Rather than responding to Reynold's outburst, he silently contemplated, (Are you prepared?)

(Yes, Lord. I shall devote my utmost efforts to fulfill the mission assigned to me.) A deep voice resonated within Fray's mind, replying in an unfamiliar language.

Observing Fray's stoic demeanor, Reynold's anger surged, intensifying the surrounding aura of impending violence. He gripped his sword tightly and charged towards Fray with astonishing speed, arriving before him in a mere instant. With great momentum, he unleashed a ferocious sword strike.

"Cemetery Army," Fray murmured softly.

In an instant, a multitude of black-colored insects materialized, coalescing into a dense, swirling cloud. They effortlessly repelled Reynold's sword, forcibly pushing him backward.

"What is this sorcery?" Reynold exclaimed, regaining his balance, astounded by the sudden appearance of an immense swarm of insects. Yet, the surprises did not cease there.

"The Cemetery General," Fray murmured, his voice barely audible.

Zzzzzz...

As if by some arcane command, the majority of insects vanished, leaving behind hundreds that fluttered swiftly in a circular motion. Gradually, they transformed into an enigmatic, black energy, assuming an aberrant shape. Soon, a towering figure materialized—an imposing being adorned with black scales, an insectoid countenance boasting eight eyes, and wielding a colossal, ebony axe. The figure fixed its murderous gaze upon Reynold, emanating a palpable air of menace.