The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen

Chapter 247:

The Powerless Sorcerer (1)

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The peaceful Desmond family mansion.

A hole had been punched through the ceiling of the mansion.

Although the collapsed debris was piled on the floor, the Desmond family remained peaceful.

Everyone was content.

“Hoo.”

Since the mansion collapsing was a common occurrence, everyone nodded their heads calmly.

“Eeeek…”

A small demonic voice echoed from within the billowing clouds of dust. The sharp tone alone was enough to convey how wicked the being was, as if announcing its malevolence, it let out a cry.

-Gulp.

At the sound of the demonic voice, the Desmond family held their breath and focused. Naturally, I did the same. Even though I had seen the demon shrink before, the strain on my heart was unbearable.

The impact was strong enough to make my heart stop.

Chubby cheeks.

A sulky face.

Stubby legs.

Just imagining the sight made me smile as I checked for any remnants of black magic. It would be troublesome if someone noticed.

[The Limit Breaker raises ‘Black Magic Resistance’ and erases the ‘Remnants of Black Magic.’]

I nodded, satisfied that the remnants of black magic were no longer detectable.

‘This should be enough. No one will notice.’

With me, the highest-grade black magic filter, in place, we could afford to take such risks. After conducting a few experiments, we confirmed that the young lady’s black magic didn’t strain the caster. ?

It wasn’t that we drained the young lady’s black magic through attack spells. Honestly, even I would have a hard time enduring that.

Just thinking about the giant’s eyes still made my shoulders tremble.

The young lady’s black magic had been discharged in a simple manner. The consumption rate was maximized, and the efficiency was at its worst. To put it bluntly, it was like pulling an armored vehicle with bare hands. Darbav had instructed the young lady to drain her power in a way that was easy to understand and left no trace.

He told her to pull out the capital.

Of course, it was an impossible task.

Although a minor earthquake shook the entire capital, it wasn’t a significant issue, so we were able to exhaust the young lady’s black magic.

Now, everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the young lady. No one particularly liked or disliked the situation.

“…Eeeek.”

We were simply waiting for the birth of a small demon.

“Ricardo.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You said you saw young Olivia ‘alone’ in the North.”

Darbav emphasized the word ‘alone’ as he asked me with a serious expression.

“How was she?”

“…”

Darbav, wearing an expression more profound than during meetings that determined the fate of the family, swallowed dryly and asked me again.

“Is she the same as when she was young?”

“…”

“From her fierce eyes to her chubby cheeks and even her personality, is she exactly the same?”

I nodded in response to Darbav. This matter was important to me as well. Knowing how crucial the advice of someone with experience was, I answered sincerely.

“She’s much cuter than before.”

“…?!”

“Imagine her tiny body shouting ‘air raid alert.’ How demonic does that sound…?”

“…”

Kyle, who had been quietly listening from the side, pulled out a lollipop from his inner pocket and nodded.

“Even better…”

This family is anything but normal.

I don’t know how this family became the one that produced the empire’s most notorious villainess, but I had abandoned such questions 13 years ago, so I simply nodded with a light heart.

“It’ll be soon.”

-Gulp.

“Hiiik…”

The dust cloud cleared.

A silhouette of a young girl, bathed in the brilliant sunlight streaming through the hole in the ceiling, began to appear before our eyes.

“O…

“I’m not expecting much, but Olivia did like lollipops when she was young.”

“Sigh… What are you all doing? I bought 20 baby dresses just in case.”

The Desmond family, each with their own strategy, stood ready to welcome the young lady who had reverted to a child.

The little demon slowly revealed herself.

Clenching her tiny fists, the young lady, with a sullen expression, furrowed her brows and spoke in a flat tone.

“Shibal.”

“Oh, dear God.”

“It feels like it was worth staying alive until now.”

“Oh my…”

In front of her parents, the young lady spat out a vicious curse, rubbed her eyes, and nodded.

“Feed me.”

She was quite the arrogant young lady.

-Thud, thud, thud, thud.

“Young lady.”

-Thud, thud, thud, thud!!!

“Please sit still.”

-Thud, thud, thud, thud!!!!

“…”

The young lady, who had temporarily lost control of her legs due to the regression, was running energetically down the hallway.

There was no particular reason.

“Hiiiiiik!!!”

She was simply in a good mood.

The young lady, with her tiny frame, ran from one end of the hallway to the other, seemingly tireless.

Could this be the true face of a demon?

After running for a while, the young lady came to a stop and shouted at me.

“Ricardo!”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go out!”

The young lady wanted to go outside.

If she had a tail, it would probably be wagging. Smiling slightly, I looked closely at the yellow flower pinned on top of the young lady’s head.

“Young lady.”

“Yes.”

“What is that flower?”

“Mom put it on me. She said if I wear it, no one will pick a fight with me.”

“Oh…”

I marveled at Rosanna’s foresight and nodded. She knew her daughter all too well.

In order to prevent any incidents, the mistress of the Desmond family had disguised her daughter, who would pick a fight with anyone just by making eye contact, to look like one of those crazy women occasionally seen in town. She was truly a genius.

Watching the young lady, who was beaming with the flower Rosanna had pinned on her head, I sighed with a hint of regret.

If only she had a runny nose, it would be perfect.

“Huh… Haaachoo!”

Perfect.

She looked like a complete fool.

Smiling at the young lady’s simple appearance, I asked her with curiosity.

“Young lady.”

“Yes.”

“Where are the Master and Kyle?”

“They’re dead.”

The young lady pointed to the Desmond family members who were sprawled out in the living room.

-Even if I die now, I have no regrets.

-Olivia called me ‘oppa.’ Not just ‘oppa,’ but ‘oppa~.’ It’s been a fulfilling life, Mother.

-…Sigh, I wanted to dress her up a little more.

Looking at the scene of carnage, I remarked.

“You’ve done it again today.”

The young lady, sucking on her finger, nodded.

“Yes. I took care of it.”

“I’m proud of you, young lady.”

“I know.”

Leaving behind the young lady, who seemed like she would have thrived as an assassin, I knelt down to meet her eye level and asked.

“Is there anywhere you’d like to go?”

“Hmm…”

The young lady, pouting her lips in thought, shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.

“I don’t know. I just want to go out.”

“Shall we go for a walk, then?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll grab my wallet. In the meantime, you can keep running to stimulate your growth plates.”

“Run?”

“Yes.”

“Eeeeeek!”

The young lady once again started sprinting energetically down the hallway. Perhaps because she had regressed, she was brimming with energy. I was worried that she might get into a fight outside.

Every time the young lady’s energy was high, she ended up causing trouble.

Hoping she would tire herself out, I went to my room to grab my wallet and then headed outside.

Thirty minutes later.

“Shibal!”

The young lady had gotten into a fight with the neighborhood kids.

Her cold gaze.

The cocky stance of the kid with his arms crossed.

Surrounded by a group of kids, we were dragged into an alley. Scratching my head with a wry smile, I thought to myself.

‘This isn’t easy…’

I had expected the young lady to pick a fight, but instead, she was the one being provoked.

It all started with a shoulder bump from one of the neighborhood kids. With a ‘thud,’ the ice cream the young lady had bought just a minute ago fell from her hand.

“Hiiiiiik!!!! My ice cream is dead!”

“Hahahahaha!!!!”

“…Shibal.”

To avenge the death of her ice cream, the young lady was filled with determination.

“Do you want to die?”

“What?”

“You killed my ice cream.”

“So what?”

“I’m going to kill you too.”

“Hahaha! Go ahead, try!”

If there was one thing the young lady didn’t tolerate, it was messing with her food. She chased after the kids, and naturally, we ended up in the alley.

“Ricardo.”

“Yes.”

“Take care of them.”

“…?”

And so, this mess began.

The kids, acting cocky, stood in the alley, glaring at me and the young lady. With their hands in their pockets, as if they had some powerful backing, they shouted at us in annoying voices.

“Hey, old man, who do you think you are, butting in?”

“Are you talking to me?”

“Yeah, who do you think you are, old man? Do you want to die too?”

“Haha…”

I let out a dry laugh as I took in the faces of the kids. I could tolerate a lot, but being called ‘old man’ was something I couldn’t stand.

I wondered who had raised such an arrogant child as I smiled and nodded.

“Interesting.”

“What’s so funny?”

“Haha.”

In this world, there weren’t any proper laws protecting children, so I wondered why they were acting so brazenly. Looking at the kid who seemed to be the leader, I chuckled and nodded.

‘Should I kill him?’

For now, let’s wait.

There was an expert in handling these situations right next to me. I stayed silent, watching the young lady.

She was once a notorious fighter, known as the crazy girl with the flaming fists in the slums. Of course, her combat power had been boosted by the presence of her bodyguards back then, but underestimating the young lady’s fighting skills, even in her childlike form, would be a mistake.

Having once fought the young lady seriously myself, I held back a smile and silently offered my condolences to the kids.

The young lady, trembling with rage, spoke to the kid.

“Eeeeek… Give me back my ice cream.”

“Give it back? Hahaha!”

“Stop laughing and give it back. Unless you want to end up in a coffin.”

“Pfft! Do you even know who my dad is?”

“Do you know who my butler is?”

Realizing she might lose in a battle of fathers, the young lady looked at me with murderous intent. She was signaling that I should take care of the situation without holding back, even if they were kids.

The young lady glared at the boy and spoke menacingly.

“Ricardo hits kids too. He doesn’t go easy on them just because they’re young.”

“Young lady?”

“Yes.”

“Am I really such a bad person?”

“Aren’t you?”

“No.”

The young lady nodded and said.

“He doesn’t hit kids.”

“No, I do hit them.”

“Then what should I say?”

The young lady, openly consulting with me, sniffled and asked.

“Just say I’m moderately bad.”

“Okay.”

The young lady nodded and pointed at the kids.

“He’s moderately bad.”

“So what?”

“Hmph…!”

“Isn’t your butler just a commoner?”

“…Shibal. Ricardo, bite them!”

“If I tell my dad, both you and your butler will die!”

I shook my head, focusing on the boy’s increasingly absurd threats. I was curious to see how deep a hole he would dig for himself.

There was no rush to deal with them.

I needed to make sure they learned a valuable lesson and didn’t stray down the wrong path. So, I waited patiently for the expert to step in.

The furious young lady lowered her head and shouted.

“Eee

“Ah?”

“Ah… Ah.”

“Haha, are you trying to apologize now? It’s too late for that. Crawl under my feet and—”

“You don’t even have a father, and you’re acting up!!!!”

As expected of a villainess.

I gave the young lady a thumbs-up, tears of admiration welling up in my eyes.

End of Chapter