Became the Patron of Villains Chapter 464: Fragment (3)

Novel: Became the Patron of Villains Author: 봄한방울 Updated: Jun 02, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 464: Fragment (3) from Became the Patron of Villains, a Fantasy novel by 봄한방울.

The guild house basent.

Once, this had been the very cellar where the king of Colony had betrayed everyone and beco a puppet of Divine blood.

The cellar where everyone had joined forces and struggled sohow to wrest Colony back from Divine blood—

"..."

Now, nothing filled it except awkward silence.

A trendously embarrassing, flustering kind of silence.

"..."

Alon looked at Karsemm and Li.

Karsemm kept darting his eyes around, not knowing where to look, while Li stared only at the floor as if it might suddenly cave in.

'Yes. And actually, even when you aren’t here, Brother, I often co and go to this place at night.'

Looking at the scene before him, Karsemm’s words ca back to Alon once again.

Now that he had been confronted with a truth he had absolutely not wanted to know,

Alon found himself thinking about the situation.

'...No, but does it really have to be this awkward?'

...

Hm...

...It did seem like this really was an awkward situation.

In the end, after all, Alon and Penia had seen it.

...A scene that was a little difficult to describe(?), at that.

Still, Alon felt a little wronged.

The truth was, the mont Penia opened the door, Alon had imdiately ant to leave the room after offering a brief apology.

'W-wait a mont! I’ll explain...!'

But the one who had stopped them was none other than Karsemm.

Alon had no idea what exactly he ant to explain, but in the end, because of that desperate cry, neither Alon nor Penia had been able to flee.

And so, stuck in this awkward four-way face-off, Alon, feeling sowhat aggrieved, finally—

"Ahem—"

—cleared his throat.

At that, Karsemm and Li both flinched.

In the end, it was Alon who calmly spoke first.

"...We intruded."

At the slight bow of his head, Li and Karsemm both looked startled.

But there was nothing strange about Alon’s apology.

Thinking about it, it was stranger that the two of them were acting as if they had been caught doing sothing they should not have been doing.

To begin with, Alon was in no position to comnt on whatever kind of relationship the two of them might have.

More than that, in a sense, the side that ought to apologize was Alon and Penia.

After all, they were the ones who had burst in on a secret rendezvous.

"...No, rather, we’re the ones who should apologize for showing you sothing like this. In the sacred guild office..."

As if too ashad to show his face, Karsemm bowed his head.

Only then did Alon realize why the two of them had been so fidgety.

'...Right. This was the guild building.'

At the mont, Alon’s group was staying in the guild building, but as far as Alon knew, the only one who actually lived here was Seollang.

Anyway, just as he was nodding—

"...Hm?"

Alon paused.

Because a new question had occurred to him.

Why were they doing this(?) in the guild office in the first place?

'...Don’t both of them have quieter, safer places?'

Li, Seollang’s secretary, had a ho too.

And naturally, Karsemm had a ho as well.

A very enormous one, in fact: the imperial palace.

But instead of at ho, they were doing this in the guild office?

Then—

"...Ahem, well, I understand. I do understand, um... tastes do vary, after all."

It seed Penia had reached a conclusion similar to Alon’s, because she belatedly cleared her throat and said that.

At once, Karsemm cried out,

"N-no, there are circumstances behind all this!"

"Cir...cumstances?"

"Ah... certainly, that kind of—"

"No, not that...!"

Apparently unwilling to let the misunderstanding grow any further, Karsemm hurriedly began explaining himself.

"...So, if this relationship beca known now, it could get politically complicated, and since there’s a secret passage connecting the imperial palace all the way here, you’ve been eting like this because you could et in secret?"

"That’s correct..."

At the honest explanation that followed, Alon nodded.

Certainly, for Karsemm, who had beco the king of Colony, the card called "marriage" was not one he could afford to lay down lightly right now.

Alon looked at Karsemm.

It struck him as reasonable enough.

But perhaps sothing occurred to Karsemm under that gaze, because with a resolute face, he squeezed Li’s hand and said,

"But soday, I absolutely intend to announce it properly and take her as my queen."

"..."

"She is soone I absolutely need."

"...Karsemm..."

At Karsemm’s sudden confession attack, Li flushed red.

"...Ah."

Of course, Penia, standing nearby, instantly switched to an expression that plainly said, How ridiculous—

And with the mood making it feel as though, if the two of them had been alone, an even fiercer extra round than before would have broken out right then, Alon finally rose from his seat.

"We will keep this matter to ourselves, so please don’t worry too much."

"Thank you!"

With those words, Alon and Penia quietly left the basent.

A sigh slipped out on its own.

"...Now I know a truth I really did not want to know."

"Seriously. I’m sorry."

"All of a sudden?"

At Alon’s reaction, Penia scratched her head.

"Well... like you said, if I hadn’t opened the door, this situation wouldn’t have happened."

"Well, it couldn’t be helped. Up until then, we were misunderstanding what it was."

"Honestly, if I’d thought about it just a little more, I probably would’ve realized it was connected to the palace..."

Penia said that, sounding a little sheepish, then added,

"But it suddenly made curious about sothing. Once two people are in love, do words like that all start sounding romantic?"

"...Words like that?"

"Yes. You know— 'She is soone I absolutely need.' Stuff like that."

She did not say it outright, but Penia clicked her tongue as if to say, The second I heard that, I got goosebumps.

Alon thought about it quietly.

"Hm—"

"That’s what you think too, right, Alon?"

"It does sound a little embarrassing to too... but I think things like that depend on who says them."

"On who says them?"

"Yes. From our perspective right now, that’s how it might sound, but if it were spoken by soone you loved, it would feel different."

"Hm— as for , even if it ca from {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} soone I really liked, I think I’d still cringe—"

Stop-!

"? Penia?"

Penia, who had been walking, suddenly ca to a dead halt, and Alon looked at her in puzzlent.

But—

without answering, she lowered her head, then said,

"Alon. I’m going to step outside for a bit."

"At this hour?"

"Yes. There’s a spell I suddenly want to test, and I can’t do it inside."

"...Well, alright."

He did think, At this hour?, but Alon soon nodded and continued on alone.

Because of that, he did not see it.

The ear peeking slightly out through her blue hair—

dyed red.

####

The day after Alon caught a glimpse of a truth he had not wanted to know.

"Alon, I’m told Divine blood has co looking for you."

"Co looking for ?"

"Yes."

"...Here?"

"Well, I’m startled too, but... yes. That’s what I was told."

Evan ca bearing the news that Divine blood had arrived.

"..."

The mont he heard that, Alon instinctively scattered his magic and searched the surroundings.

But he could not feel even the slightest presence of Divine blood, and as he stood there puzzled, Evan asked,

"What should we do?"

"I’ll go now. But where is it?"

"I heard it’s waiting for you, Alon, in an underground cavern the information guild prepared in advance."

"I’m coming too!"

As if she had been waiting for that, Seollang shouted out.

Accepting her company, Alon rose to his feet at once.

After getting into the carriage and leaving Colony behind, Alon’s group ca to a stop before a small cavern not long after.

"I greet the great one."

The mont Alon stepped down from the carriage, the masked man with reverse eyes imdiately bowed.

Giving a slight nod, Alon asked,

"Is the Divine blood inside?"

"Yes."

Soon, led by the guide, the group made their way deeper into the cavern.

Once they had gone in a fair distance—

"...So, you’ve co."

A thin voice rang out.

A woman was seated in the middle of the vast cavern.

"...A person?"

Alon muttered without thinking.

But he noticed right away.

That the being sitting far off in a chair utterly unsuited to this cavern was not a person.

'There’s no vitality.'

There was no sense of vitality from her at all, and her face was terribly pale.

And the mont he recognized that fact—

"Strictly speaking, it’s a puppet I’m controlling."

The woman—no, the puppet—opened its mouth.

"Well— you probably wouldn’t care even if it were my true body. But humans, by nature, feel more familiarity toward forms similar to themselves than to forms that are different, don’t they? So I tried making one."

Saying, 'Though I didn’t make it very well,' the woman shrugged.

Clearly, there was no vitality in it, and yet the body’s movents felt almost as though life truly inhabited it.

Feeling the strangeness of it, Alon approached.

When he finally reached the woman, she rose from her seat.

"First, let introduce myself."

"..."

"I am the Sculptor. Honestly, if it were up to , I’d greet you in my true body, but as you know, my body stands out in all sorts of ways, and it’s also difficult to move around."

At that easygoing display—You can let it slide this much, can’t you?—Alon found himself feeling sothing new.

As far as he knew, there had never been any Divine blood that showed this much friendliness toward a human.

So he felt curious, but only for a mont, before Alon quickly responded.

"Then let introduce my—"

"Ah, that won’t be necessary. I already know you well enough."

"You know ?"

"Yes. Among Divine blood—well, there probably are so who don’t know, but anyway, you’re famous."

"The Star Eater," the Sculptor added.

"No, actually, at this point, I wonder whether there’s anyone who doesn’t know."

The corners of her lips lifted.

"...I’m that famous?"

He could not understand it.