Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Who is the Villain?
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“So anyway, about how I dealt with those villain bastards...”
“The monsters this time were a bit stronger. The tricky part is—”
The conversation between the two was mostly led by Holy Knight.
Seo Ha-eun sat quietly in front of him, listening attentively.
After losing her parents, she hadn't felt much need for conversation.
She had only one thing she wanted to say: find the culprit and ask why they did it.
The only thing she wanted to hear was how he killed the villains.
As she thought about that, her body and mind began to feel floaty.
Was it boredom? It was an uninteresting topic, so there was nothing to be done.
No. He's still Uncle Holy Knight...
Focus. Seo Ha-eun shifted her posture and listened to Holy Knight again.
It was a story that held no fun, no interest, no attention for her, but she responded appropriately.
But not even five minutes later, she found herself dozing off.
Me... what's wrong with me?
Something was off with her body. A little. No, a lot.
Sleepy. Tired. Her body sagged like a wet sponge.
This was strange. She had never felt like this even after daily intense training.
Was it because she had finally entered the Hero Academy she'd been longing for, and her tension had eased?
Or maybe because she was in front of Holy Knight, someone she could somewhat trust?
“Ha-eun? Seo Ha-eun?”
“...Yes.”
“Are you feeling unwell? You seem a bit off today.”
“No. I'm fine.”
It was a lie. She wasn't fine at all. Her eyelids kept growing heavy.
But it was Holy Knight of all people. An important figure.
She couldn't act rudely in front of the man who would help her avenge her parents.
“How's the food? To your taste?”
“Yes. It's delicious.”
“Good. Seeing you eat so well makes me happy. Do you know how shocked I was when I heard you'd skipped meals for a week after that incident? If something happened to you too, Ha-eun, I wouldn't have the face to meet your parents even in my dreams.”
“I'm sorry about that time.”
“No. If anything, I'm the one who's sorry. I should have tried harder to catch that villain bastard for sure.”
The irredeemable enemy. The story of the villain who killed her parents came up.
A thick killing intent rippled through her. Even the fiery anger had passed now.
All that remained for Seo Ha-eun was ice-cold, terribly sunken hatred.
“Still, it's good that you've become a freshman. After graduation, I could keep you by my side and teach you directly, take you around. Here.”
Holy Knight offered her another glass of wine.
She was far from alcohol, but she accepted it reflexively.
Wine is hard at first, but easy after that.
Before she knew it, while talking, they had emptied a whole bottle.
“You said you met your brother?”
“Yes.”
“In the Academy, he's a senior before he's your brother, so be careful. Show respect to the instructors, be good to your classmates and juniors. Stick to that, and you'll graduate smoothly.”
“I'll keep that in mind.”
“Good. Shall we get going then? I just got a message—the car to take you home has left.”
“Uncle...?”
“I'm a guest here. I'd love to take you myself, but a hero drunk driving would be a disaster.”
I see. Seo Ha-eun nodded and tried to stand.
But her body suddenly tilted heavily to the side, and she grabbed the table.
“Ha-eun?”
“Ah...”
Her body wouldn't obey. This wasn't just tiredness.
Was it the alcohol? But it wasn't dizziness—it was just overwhelming sleepiness.
She wanted to sleep. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't lift her eyelids.
“Oh dear. You're a little drunk. Come on, Uncle will support you.”
“Tha...”
I'm not drunk. Something's wrong with my body. I'm so sleepy.
She tried to say it, but she couldn't even do that.
It was as if switches in her body were being forcibly turned off one by one.
Losing balance. Vision blurring. Her mind turning blank white.
Then suddenly, Seo Ha-eun heard Holy Knight laughing.
The word “finally” slipped through his laughter—that was her last memory.
S-Rank Hero, Holy Knight. The epitome of upright conduct and rigorous self-management.
A hero who wielded great positive influence across media outlets. A celebrity among celebrities.
“Finally. Fuck, I finally did it.”
S-Rank Hero. Holy Knight. A monster hiding his true face behind the mask.
Unlike his outward appearance, he committed all sorts of crimes and atrocities—a hero worse than any villain.
“Hah. This is killer.”
Holy Knight blatantly scanned Seo Ha-eun's body, leaning asleep in his arms.
Breasts neither too large nor too small. A slender figure. A narrow waist. Smooth thighs and calves.
The cute girl from childhood had become a perfect beauty.
It was a shame she became a hero instead of an idol—she could've made it big.
No. Heroes are better than idols now.
Idols just appear on shows and talk, but heroes are true legends.
If a hero is as cool as himself, they gain popularity beyond mere idols.
Seo Ha-eun was the same. She might have unknowingly chosen the right path.
Of course, not anymore.
He had prepared meticulously for years for today.
Pretending to be a good uncle to completely disarm her guard.
Seo Ha-eun barely talked to others, let alone ate with them.
Her agreeing to this meal so easily was thanks to Holy Knight's efforts.
And slipping in the sleeping pills secretly was incredibly difficult.
Seo Ha-eun was a Hero Academy preparatory student. She had an Ability.
And Ability users generally had superior physical abilities to civilians.
Using drugs like this could let her detect something off.
That would be a disaster. So he mixed them in gradually.
She resisted at first but eventually collapsed, looking like she was just drunk to onlookers.
“Ha-eun.”
“...”
Deep in sleep, Seo Ha-eun gave no response.
Holy Knight hummed a tune as he carried her to his room.
“Heh heh heh.”
This was too fun. Being an S-Rank Hero was such an enjoyable, rewarding job.
He could have anything he wanted. Money, fame, women—all of it.
If it didn't go his way? No worries. There was always a method.
Like having Seo Ha-eun in his arms right now. No matter what it took.
“Heave-ho.”
Entering the hotel room, Holy Knight laid Seo Ha-eun on the bed.
She slept oblivious to the world. The icy beauty from moments ago was now a pure sleeping woman.
“Insane.”
She was hot. Maddeningly arousing. He desperately wanted to ravage her right then.
But calm down. The night was still young, and the drug's effects would last even longer.
He could have her multiple times until morning, so better to take it slow.
“Hoo. Hah. That's it, Ha-eun.”
He stroked her hair, sniffing deeply.
The sweet shampoo scent mingled with faint wine.
This time, he buried his nose in her nape, inhaling her body scent.
Body wash aroma. And the unique scent of a woman's skin.
Even then, Seo Ha-eun lay motionless, breathing steadily.
Holy Knight was the type to get insanely excited by that alone.
Oblivious to everything. Unaware even that she was asleep.
How beautiful was a woman's body that writhed and accepted him unknowingly!
Her legs weren't even bare yet, but they were plenty shapely.
For such a pretty woman to call him uncle and trust him completely...
Played right, he could bind and toy with her soul for life.
Right. Recording.
He had to capture this historic day on video.
It would be useful somehow later.
For times like this, he carried a separate phone solely for video recording.
“Time to unwrap the packaging?”
Filming with one hand, Holy Knight chuckled lewdly.
Ha-eun. Ha-eun. Uncle's gonna eat you up good soon.
As he hummed and reached for her pants—
Click—
“Hm?”
The lights went out. Pitch darkness enveloped the room.
This was odd. The card was still in place.
Power outage?
Even flipping switches in other rooms did nothing.
It was dark. And he'd drawn all the curtains in advance for the deed.
As an S-Rank Hero, he could see in the dark, but that was it.
For the meal he anticipated—and for filming—he needed light.
“Light.”
A pure white light formed at Holy Knight's fingertip.
He created a few more and floated them in the air.
He considered inquiring about the issue, but didn't want to ruin the mood.
If someone came up and saw this, things could go wrong.
This was even better. A dark room, lit only by his own light.
Yes. From start to finish, leave traces of himself everywhere on Seo Ha-eun.
“Been waiting, Ha-eun?”
“...”
“Shall we start again then?”
The interrupted feast resumed. He placed his hand on her leg again.
...Wait. Something felt off.
“Hm?”
The sensation was different. Come to think of it, the clothes she wore had changed.
Confused, Holy Knight hurriedly moved the light upward.
There should have been the face of Seo Ha-eun, peacefully asleep from the sedative...
“Greetings.”
A narrow-eyed man lay there primly, greeting him with a bizarre smile.