The Villain’s Ending Chapter 5

The First (5)

"Well, who do we have here? Isn't it our young master? Seems like it's been a while, hasn't it?"

From the shadows, one person stepped forward.

Marcus. The leader of the gang of delinquents that 'Lavin' used to hang out with back when he was a scoundrel.

No, that's not right. Since the reputation of being a scoundrel never really dropped just because I showed a bit of a changed deanor, it would be better to say it was 'before I was '.

Anyway, after I beca this Lavin, the first thing I did was to shake off these leeches right in front of .

That they were a cluster of human trash bastards was evident even without needing to recall the original story. They were delinquents, not even proper thugs, utterly useless bastards.

"You look like hell. What pit did you crawl out of? Did your glorious fiancée kick you out again?"

Marcus let out a frivolous laugh and circled around . The others behind him snickered in agreent.

The laughter echoed unpleasantly through the alley.

"I heard. You're getting kicked out of your family soon, right? And now your fiancée's going to abandon you too. Even if you're truly a high-and-mighty noble, you can turn into dog shit in an instant, Lavin."

Another one nudged my shoulder. At the sa ti, a repulsive sll, a mixture of cheap perfu and sweat, wafted past.

"Whoa, just looking at your eyes, you look like you're about to kill soone. Lighten up your expression, we used to be pretty close, didn't we?"

I didn't say anything. I just stared at them.

I was tired. I didn't even have the energy left to engage in a petty argunt.

"After getting beaten like a dog by Kyle, that arrogant commoner bastard—whether his head got ssed up or sothing—he did abandon us, you know."

With a decent amount of alcohol, smoking a cheap cigarette, I just wanted to stare blankly at the ceiling. At least, that was all I wished for right now.

"Hey, why so quiet? Like before, why don't you hand over so money and tell us to know our place and get lost? Oh, or do you not even have money for that anymore?"

Marcus's fist flew at , without warning. The movent was slow and clumsy.

And I didn't dodge. It would be more accurate to say I couldn't dodge.

My tired body, steeped in alcohol and nicotine, stood rooted to the spot, regardless of my will.

Thud!

With a dull thud, my head snapped back. A tallic, bloody taste slowly spread in my mouth. The pain arrived a little later than that.

"This bastard, he's really lost his mind, hasn't he?"

Marcus grabbed my collar and hauled up. The crumpled uniform collar choked my neck.

In the delinquent's eyes, pure delight glead.

Indeed, when would so naless noble nobody from the boonies ever get the chance to hit soone from the Edelgard family, one of the empire's top five?

Even though it was only possible now that I was a half-wit cripple about to be expelled from the family, the prestige of the na 'Edelgard' still remained.

"If you break off the engagent with Lady Seraphina, what will happen to her now? Huh? If she's lucky, maybe Kyle, that bastard? I saw them last ti, they looked pretty close. I'm damn jealous. Her body is just, fucking, damn amazing…."

Life was truly fucked. Why am I living as Lavin here?

This bug-like bastard snickering in front of was truly fucking awful. Why was such a petty human breathing the sa air as , right in front of ?

Even though it wasn't sothing I had experienced, the mories of 'Lavin' that tornted incessantly were truly fucking awful. Instead of showing a translucent ssage in front of my eyes, how great would it have been if it had given so useful ability?

'Lavin' was multitalented, yet useless. He could do many things clumsily, but he couldn't do anything properly.

It was truly fucking awful to be buried under infamy and disgrace that I hadn't even accumulated, to be misunderstood. Because there wasn't a single person in this world who would listen to .

Seraphina, Lana, my father whom I'd never t, my mother who died when I was young, the people of the family, the academy students, even those bug-like bastards who gossiped about my na as if it were an appetizer.

Why is the world filled with only such fucked-up things?

Perhaps, it's just because I'm a lump of problems myself. There's no way those excellent people around could ever be the problem.

Nothing changes even if I get shot in the head, so this much probably doesn't matter anyway.

I grabbed Marcus's wrist, which was holding my collar. And twisted it.

Crack. Like the snapping of a dry twig, a dry, unpleasant sound echoed in the narrow alley.

At the sa ti, from his mouth, a scream close to a pig's squeal erupted. I didn't miss the chance and drove my knee into his solar plexus.

Gah! Marcus clutched his chest and doubled over like a shrimp, collapsing to the ground. The guys behind him hesitated for a mont, looking flustered.

I didn't miss that opening. I punched the face of the nearest guy. The repulsive sensation of a broken nose bone transmitted through my knuckles.

From then on, it was truly a dogfight in a mud pit.

There was no fancy swordsmanship, no elegant magic. If anyone had witnessed this scene, they would have doubted whether these idiots in school uniforms were truly students of a prestigious academy.

Only flying fists and kicks, and vulgar curses filled the secluded alley.

Honestly, it hurt like hell. Every ti I got hit, it felt like the sound of bones shattering echoed in my head, and I felt like I could collapse any mont.

Since my fighting skills weren't that good, instead of dodging, I took the hit, caught my breath, then threw another punch. If things got really bad, I'd poke their eyes, grab their hair, and smash their face with my knee.

It wouldn't have been a clean, cool, or flashy fight. Rather, it would have looked more like a bunch of filthy curs tangled up, tearing at each other.

That's just how delinquent fights are. If soone was truly good at fighting, whether it was or these idiots I was fighting, they would have been in a proper knight order training ground, not so secluded alley like this.

With the grand family na attached to my own, even with just decent skills, I would have eventually snatched a Knight Commander position.

Anyway, how much ti had passed? When I ca to my senses, there were only guys groaning and sprawling on the damp ground around . I gasped for breath and looked down at them.

My entire body was a wreck. My crumpled uniform was torn in places, and my face must have been sared with blood and dirt.

My side, where I'd been hit, throbbed terribly, and my left ankle, perhaps sprained from kicking, was now so swollen that I couldn't even feel it.

I spat on the ground. It was red spittle, mixed with blood.

There was no particular reward. Just beating up so delinquent bastards wouldn't yield experience points or money like in a ga… Ah, but there would be money.

I straddled the groaning Marcus and rummaged through his pockets. A wallet, a few banknotes, and a crumpled pack of cigarettes ca out.

Unfortunately, it wasn't much. It was barely enough for my next round of drinks.

"Well, nothing's fucking going right."

I took out a crumpled, cheap cigarette from Marcus's stash and put one in my mouth. Then I lit it with a match from the wallet.

It didn't taste particularly good.

Or maybe it was just because the air in the alley was dirty.

I casually stubbed out the burning cigarette by grinding it into Marcus's cheek, who was still unconscious.

Sizzle. A repulsive sll of burning flesh rose into the air.

Marcus scread once more, but there was no power in his voice. Still, my anger wasn't quite sated, so I indiscriminately kicked the fallen bastards a few more tis.

I didn't really know what would happen next. Since I was going to be expelled anyway, the family would deal with it themselves.

Either way, it didn't matter. If things really went wrong, I could just blow my brains out in front of Levina, like last ti.

Like a leg cripple, I limped away from the spot.

As I walked, a bit of a sight to behold, I felt countless gazes fixated on . Muttering voices reached my ears, but there was no way good things would be said, so I didn't bother listening closely.

Just as I returned to my room and was about to take a breather, the mont I opened the door, a familiar figure ca into view.

Levina was sitting on my room's sofa, with her legs crossed, as if she owned the place.

"You, what on earth is that appearance…."

In her voice, instead of contempt, there was bewildernt. She probably expected her brother to be sprawled out drunk, not a bloody, leg-crippled ss returning ho.

"Today's the day, then."

I walked past her and approached the liquor bottle on the table. From Levina, there was a very faint, expensive scent of perfu.

At least it wasn't the sickening sll of lilac.

"I have a rough idea of why you've co, but I have nothing to say. And I don't intend to listen."

I opened the cap and drank straight from the bottle. The strong alcohol ravaged my wounded mouth and burned its way down my esophagus. Now I finally felt a little alive.

"Get lost, Levina. I don't have ti to waste talking to you."

Still holding the bottle, I staggered towards the bed. With each step, a terrible pain shot up from my left ankle. My vision strangely blurred, and I collapsed onto the bed.

The last thing I rembered seeing was Levina's face, a mixture of bewildernt and confusion. It was quite a sight to behold.

In 'Lavin's' mories, and the Levina I had personally experienced, she had always worn expressions of contempt and disgust, or authoritative ones, looking down at or glaring at .