I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

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Soon, Maeves left arm was exposed.

Goodness Lou Sola.

As expected. The scar from back then.

Traces as if a snake had wrapped around her.

The swollen and discolored area, coupled with the black surroundings.

The pulsating blood vessels wriggled ominously.

Do you know when this happened to you, Sir?

Its an injury from Dullahan.

Ian added in a cold tone.

I thought your armor and divine power would protect you. But apparently not.

In fact, the forest was as curious as it was tainted by the madness of the Black Wall. Even if Dullahans resentment ran deep, it couldnt be strong enough to overcome divine power.

Anyway, what mattered now was that Maeves divine power couldnt purify this curse.

Suddenly, a simple solution passed through Ians mind.

Isnt this something that could be resolved by me just praying to Lou Sola?

Being the divine power of the God of Light, it should be able to purify any curse.

Of course, he didnt really want to choose that path.

Given the amount of help he had already asked from Lou Sola, she might grant him a great power in return.

And yet, if he refused the call this time, he would probably be hit by divine retribution.

Tsk

With a cold tongue, Ian clenched both hands in front of his chest.

Squirm-

Something moved in his right hand.

As Ians mind momentarily froze, a primitive whisper followed.

A unique-grade ring, the Resentment of the Swamp.

The very demon he had commanded suddenly sent a message.

Ians forehead tightened.

You think you can swallow it?

Such content wasnt on the information window.

Well, thats not everything.

Ian soon shrugged his shoulders.

He was well aware that the information window wasnt all-knowing.

Furthermore, in the first place, the Resentment of the Swamp was practically a part of Dullahans main body.

Even if it could subdue the demons curse, it wouldnt be too strange.

Why did It just stand there when It could do this?

A simple answer returned.

Because you didnt command me to.

However, the presence of divine power within Ians body was uncomfortable, so it had expressed its intention beforehand.

Apparently, it wasnt just him who disliked gods.

Amused by this unexpected commonality, Ian removed his gloves.

Grab her arm tightly, Phillip.

I understand but what are you planning?

Treatment.

How?

Instead of answering, Ian extended his right hand over Maeves arm.

Swoosh-

The ring on his middle finger moved.

Phillips eyes widened.

W-What is that? Its not just an ordinary ring?

Its the lingering resentment left by Dullahan. Its currently bound to me.

Phillips brow slowly furrowed.

A demon you mean?

Why, is there a problem?

Why wouldnt there be! Its common sense to stay away from the corrupt and demons! Let alone associating with them as a servant!

What are you talking about? Whether its a black cat or a white cat, as long as it catches mice well, its fine.

Though a snort came out involuntarily, this narrow perspective was the prevailing norm in this Dark Age. From their point of view, Ians practical way of thinking was considered heretical.

If you use that on her, the goddess will surely be angry as well.

As Ian listened, he couldnt help but retort.

More than letting the apostle die?

Well? Uh, well

Phillip stammered as if his words were caught.

Ian added.

Do you think Ive become corrupted in your eyes?

Well, you dont seem to be, but

Then shut up and hold her arm. Ill give you one more word to show you what my anger is like.

Phillip, who had been trembling with his lips, grabbed Maeves arm with a reluctant expression.

As if the black snake had been waiting, it slithered down onto Maeves arm.

The creature bit down on the scarred area.

Dark blood pooled and gathered.

After a moment, Phillips eyes widened.

T-Theres a change, Sir!

The faint black marks had noticeably faded from the edges.

With a swoosh, after only a few minutes, the Resentment of the Swamp seemed to be satisfied and retreated with a satisfied sigh.

While there was no significant external change, except for the added luster to the scales, the black marks that had covered Maeves arm had completely disappeared.

Of course, the scratches and the filled pustules remained, as did the stained area.

Looks like weve overcome the crisis for now.

At least the palpable unease wasnt present.

So, this demon really could treat her.

Well, well, you said that.

Ian let out a dry chuckle and extended his hand again.

Shaaah-!

The Resentment of the Swamp exposed its fangs then.

Phillip jerked backward in surprise.

Why, why are you doing this?!

Well.

Ian casually continued to move his hand towards the Resentment of the Swamps fangs.

Their gazes locked.

Ians lips curved slightly.

Try it again, why not.

The standoff was brief.

As soon as Ians fingertip touched the creature, its fangs closed with a hiss.

The creature crawled up Ians finger, reverting to the form of a ring.

With an uneasy expression, Phillip asked, Is that really okay?

Taming it doesnt mean its nature disappears.

At least it wasnt as talkative as you, who babbles on and on.

Give me the dagger. Take out the bandages and alcohol from the bag.

Why alcohol? Oh, yes, Sir.

With a stern look from Ian, Phillip handed over the dagger and got up to fetch the supplies.

Ian held the dagger blade to the torch.

In a sense, it was real from now on.

I have brought them, sir!

Philip returned with bandages and a bottle of wine.

Ian dipped his daggers blade into the bottle of alcohol he opened..

A strong, pungent smell pricked his nose.

Fortunately, it was closer to rum than beer.

Ian washed his hands with the alcohol.

Whether this works as effectively as in the movies

Its better than doing nothing.

Grab her arm tightly, Phillip.

After disinfecting the wound, Ian whispered at the end of Maeves bandaged forearm.

Its going to hurt a bit.

He drew his dagger along with the bandaging process.

Sticky blood and pus oozed out.

Once he set the dagger aside, Ian used both hands to firmly press on the wound.

!

Maeves body convulsed involuntarily.

But Ian, and the pain he was inflicting on himself, wouldnt let go of Phillips hands that held her.

Soon, Ian picked up the bottle of alcohol.

The liquid poured over Maeves blood and pus-covered forearm.

Her waist arched like a bowstring.

Ugh!

Her trembling hand steadied.

Ian wiped away the remaining blood and pus, then wrapped the wound in bandages.

Thanks to his Emergency First Aid skill, the whole process looked rather convincing.

Once Ian let go of her, Maeves body slumped weakly.

Are you really treating me? From my perspective, it seems more like youre trying to harm me!

I wasnt trying to kill you; it was you.

Ian smirked as he looked down at Mev.

Are you back to your senses?

A feeble voice slipped through the veil covering her face.

Thanks to you.

Translator; ippo

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