Episode 2 of the Overly Competent Villain

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The scene hit by the aftermath of the explosion. He tries to recover his blurred vision, but it is not possible.

Fortunately, even in this situation, there is a tenant who will look at the situation on my behalf.

“Osman…how…”

[It’s over. He’s still holding his breath… but now he’s done.]

I froze my shaky vision and struggled to stand up. Because of being hit by the waves of the explosion, it hurt as if his whole body had been crushed, but he was fine for being right in front of the center of the explosion.

[I would have thought that even the lining of the shirt was made of protective coat material. How thorough are you for your own safety?]

‘Think of yourself being targeted by an assassin who shoots with magic bullets on a fictional day. I can’t help but prepare.’

I can only sigh when I think of suffering in this life as well. That guy doesn’t even speak a word.

[Anyway, that was the primary defense against the explosion, but you’re still alive thanks to Abdeslam’s suppressing most of the explosion. It’s amazing… It’s like the legend of the thunder mage.]

It would have been impossible to defeat Abdeslam if it had not been for Elisia’s special swordsmanship and the soul magic she had obtained after awakening as a wizard… without the backup of the Archmage.

I approached the fallen Abdeslam. He was a terrible figure.

Due to being in the center of the explosion, his entire body was burned and one arm and leg were completely cut off. The pouring blood indicated that his life was on the verge.

“Pie… tro.”

“Abdeslam.”

I looked down at him as he died. His troubled voice is still sharp.

“Are you watching the loser?

“I’m telling you now, but I admired you.”

He sighs and sits next to him. There was soot on the burnt floor, but it didn’t bother me too much.

“Those who create miracles on their own, like you. Fantasy that cuts rocks with swords and creates miracles with magic.”

“What the hell… what are you talking about…”

“The important thing is that people like you can wield great power alone to do what they have to do. It was impossible for me.”

I made money like crazy, and I had to wield politicians and businessmen through crime consulting and collaboration.

I had to hire people with powers that I didn’t have in order to escape from pursuers like Elysia and Murder, and I couldn’t directly fight for the people I needed to protect.

“People like you who can fight for their country and use their hands to avenge themselves. You were the most enviable of them all.”

Guardian of the Pasha Kingdom. A genius thunder magician who inherited the kingdom’s treasure, the Brain Stone.

A revenge demon who lost his family in a defeated war 14 years ago and committed himself to the path of Sura.

He was a person similar to me in many ways, so his actions made my heart flutter.

“You burned the outpost of the empire, and killed the provincial governor who was harassing the country.”

And later, it causes a great incident that isolates the empire.

“It’s not a lie to say I respect you.”

He faced the giant called the Empire alone, and although he was ultimately defeated, he dealt a significant blow.

And it helped me a lot to bring down an empire.

“Hey, Pietro… just one question.”

“Speak.”

“Are you… still an enemy of the Empire?”

“·······.”

I hesitated for a moment to answer that question.

Elysia von Wittenberg. Count Janssen von Wittenberg, who was connected with the innocent woman. Imperial Knights.

Even that was just the very beginning of the veil. I couldn’t figure out all the facts.

“Pietro. Get out of here…!”

“Sah, save me! why! Why are we…!」

“You… I’m sorry. Poor baby.”

The Empire is my unmistakable enemy.

Last round, my thirty years were spent only to bring down the Empire and make it pay its due.

But now I know.

To prevent the catastrophe of the planet, the empire must not collapse, and it is necessary to suppress the seething heart.

In the future, where I ran amok for revenge, I set up a malevolence.

In fact, Relic’s assessment that he was involved in more than half of the world’s catastrophe was not so wrong.

“It was an enemy.”

“·······.”

The disappointment in Abdeslam’s gaze is young. He might have felt a sense of camaraderie after seeing my past, my past.

To the extent that I had an adventure to believe in me, a citizen of the Empire.

“In the past, if it was an empire, I was thinking of destroying it first. Just like you.”

“Isn’t it now…?”

“I realized that if you set off a bomb in the middle of the boulevard, a poor person will die.”

“Keukkeuk… Has a villain like you awakened even humanism? What a great… You’re a philanthropist!”

“Add Playboy and Billionaire as a plus. Make him look like a three-dimensional hero.”

Because I intend to save the world in my own way.

“hehehe, cool…! A hero… Yes, that’s right.”

Abdeslam stared straight at me for a while as he coughed up blood. His dying eyes are burning with fierce will unlike before.

However, if there is one thing that has changed from before, it is that the abyss is not hatred or anger, but ‘expectation’.

────!!

Loud noise resounding in the mountains. It was the sound of the search team of the Central Investigation Agency, which even mobilized the Public Security Office.

“That ends our conversation. One last question, Abdeslam. You have something to give me.”

“······hehehe, son of a b*tch. Was this the purpose from the beginning?”

Abdeslam cursed, but his eyes were smiling. He didn’t have any options, but as if he had found something in the conversation with me, he handed me a rocket in his arms with a relieved expression.

“Is this it?”

“Dispose of the photos yourself.”

“Can you?”

Inside the locket, a mature woman and an innocent girl were smiling brightly. Abdeslam’s wife-in-law.

And when I opened the photo, there was a small ore shining yellow in it.

This is a national treasure handed down from the Pasha Kingdom. The treasure that turned genius thunder wizard Abdeslam into a thunder god.

Terranite brain stone.

It was when he was looking at Terra Knight, which compressed the mighty power of nature. Abdeslam’s scorched hand grabbed mine.

“Never… don’t let the empire take it away. The reason why the empire invaded the pasha is—”

“Because of this. Someone from the Empire to be exact.”

“Khehehehe… If you know that, there’s no need to say more. But know this… Wittenberg, which you decided to embrace… yes, one of ‘your enemies’.”

“·······.”

I did not refer to myself, the marshal of Wittenberg, but to my enemy, Wittenberg. He seems to know more than he thought.

“The Count knows the D-Document. At least he knows who has it. Find it. That’ll be how you f*ck the Empire.”

A voice with too strong a will to be a dying person. It was Abdeslam’s will.

I couldn’t close my eyes in resentment and closed his dead eyes.

* * * *

Jacques Pietro has escaped from prison. It was a belated discovery, but the Bureau of Investigation moved immediately.

However, the confrontation between Abdeslam and Elysia was so intense that it could be seen from across the city, and they had no choice but to turn their noses that way.

It was because he felt the need to do something with Abdeslam right in front of his eyes rather than Jacques Pietro, who had no idea how he had disappeared.

“Here it is!”

Deputy Director Rickert even asked for help from the National Security Agency.

In fact, they were already moving the security forces without the Bureau needing to ask, and the reason was very dubious.

“I’m searching for the Count of Wittenberg, the former Imperial Knight Commander. The hostage taker is heading this way, so we’ll move on our own.”

News of the sudden kidnapping of Count Janssen brought by Constable Santiano. Investigation Bureau investigators knew that Elysia could not be reached and felt that it was not serious.

The railway at the entrance of the Sigarna Mountains in northwestern Lombardy arrived in that way.

“It’s the Central Bureau of Investigation!”

“It’s the Lombardy Police Agency!”

The two investigative agencies gathered in one place as if it were natural.

And there is Elysia, who has lost her mind, and a corpse covered in a blanket. Jacques Pietro greets the elderly waitress while holding up a wine glass elegantly.

“You’re late, yes.”

Günther and the investigators looked dejected when they saw Jacques welcoming him with a nasty expression.

“Damn it, Pietro. What the hell have you done?”

“Oh, don’t you worry about me as soon as I meet you? Even if you look at me like this, it’s like I’ve been protecting national security with Sir Elysia.”

“National security? No way…”

Günther carefully checked the corpse covered in blankets. The half-charred corpse must be that of Aburak Abdeslam, who blew up the opium plantations and the Lombardy port terror attack.

Investigators from the Bureau of Investigation seemed unable to understand the situation.

Why is Aburak Abdeslam here, dead, and Elysia and Jacques Pietro there?

“There is Count Jansen over there. Take care of it yourself.”

“Kuh… what are you doing! Hurry up and don’t attend the Count!”

With Günther’s brush, the investigators hurriedly headed to Count Jansen, who was trembling from afar.

“Damn it, Pietro. I don’t know what the heck you’re thinking, but when we get back to headquarters, I’ll take you—”

“Please step back for a moment.”

At that time, a police officer from the National Security Agency stops Günther.

“I am Roberto, Inspector of the Lombardy Security Forces. As of the present time, this ‘illegal kidnapping’ is in charge of our Lombardi Security Forces.”

“What are you talking about…?!”

Realizing the police inspector’s intentions, Günther was stunned and immediately protested.

“No, the author is Jacques Pietro! The most wanted person of the General Security Administration and the Bureau of Investigation! National security investigations have priority over the Bureau of Investigation——”

“Well, I don’t know. I was ordered to arrest the suspect in the kidnapping of Count Jansen von Wittenberg, a citizen here in Lombardy.”

“What kind of nonsense are you talking about?

-Clap!

Günther was horrified to see the Lombardy city police officers blocking him along with Inspector Roberto.

How could the National Security Agency openly interfere with the Bureau of Investigation, even if there were jurisdictional issues? It was never the will of the officers alone.

“You bastard, Pietro! What have you done!”

Seeing Günther’s gaze, Jacques smiled as he accepted a new suit from an elderly courier.

“Pietro? Who is that?”

“What?”

“Ah~ I’m a man named Markel Roheis. I’m a heinous hostage-taker who kidnapped Count Janssen for ransom.”

“you you···!”

“That’s it, Marcel Roheis. I’m arresting you as a suspect in the kidnapping of Count Janssen von Wittenberg. You have the right to hire a lawyer—”

Investigators were stunned at the brazen skit unfolding in front of their eyes. But there were only three or four of them, and they couldn’t stop dozens of Lombardy officers from taking Jacques Pietro away.

[Pietro. You’re really… a f*cking bastard.]

“I must have said competently wrong.”

* * * *

Although cooperating with the Bureau, I had no intention of fully entrusting my freedom to Deputy Director Rickert.

But I had to get out anyway, and it wasn’t difficult to find a way.

“I’ll let you go for now… but please don’t play nonsense. There are hundreds of armed officers waiting here.”

The reason the officer warned was that he was concerned about the safety of the ‘higher person’ he would meet soon.

In any case, it is the National Security Agency that took me out of the hands of the Bureau of Investigation even while violating the jurisdiction of the Bureau of Investigation. When it comes to who is responsible, there’s nothing to say, so I’m sure it’s going to be like this.

Even though it was according to the instructions of the superiors anyway.

“Then I’m done…”

The police officer passed and soon the door opened and an old man entered.

“He did something daring. Fighting against a high-ranking battle mage.”

“I was sure you’d win.”

“hmm······.”

The old man looked at me and gave me a sharp look. No one knew better than this person that he had been taken advantage of, so of course he would be displeased.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen it myself, Jacques Pietro.”

“I greeted you through Bastien, but I greet you again. Salvatore, mayor of Lombardy.”

Salvatore Salviati. The mayor of Lombardy, a large city in the south, and—

“The ledger you threatened me with. If it wasn’t for that, I’d feed you alive as dog food.”

He is the ‘largest customer’ whose name is written on the trading ledger of the Triad Circle.