Methods to Save the Villain Who was Abandoned by the Heroine

Half a year has passed since Ferze left the North.

I ask the maid to measure how tall I must have grown, and surprisingly, I was not even 1cm tall.

There was no time to be disappointed, so I visited Eustia every morning and said good morning.

Sharkis, a pretty young man without cuteness, didn't understand my behavior.

Even if I don't have to say hello to the boring duke, I just came to see him.

Unlike Sharkis, who wakes up like a sword because he lived as a knight, Eustia sleeps a lot in the morning.

He went to bed late to study something every day and woke up at noon.

But who is Eustia.

He was the head of the notorious Visenna family and the Duke of the Djibril Empire.

So there was no vassal who dared advise him to get up early.

In the afternoon, he looked like a perfect villain without any disturbance, but there were as many gaps as when we met in the morning.

A beautiful man has a lot of sleep, and that's exactly.

So where am I right now? Surprisingly, I was in Eustia room.

I was braiding Eustia's black hair that reached his waist.

When I was a maid, my skills that often braided my colleagues' hair were not going anywhere.

'Shall we put on a red ribbon today?'

The maid freaked out every time she saw it, but she was used to seeing me and Eustia now.

Somehow the father had to braid his daughter's hair, but we were against it.

Still, if I braid his hair, I was given a generous allowance in return.

However, it did not mean that the overwhelming mana disappeared.

No one was no comment, whether Duke Eustia wore a red ribbon on his head or a blue ribbon.

To be precise, they couldn't make eye contact with the Duke.

It was because a fearless knight disappeared from the Duke's residence long after laughing and said, 'Duke, pua–!'

"You'll be the first and last to disturb my precious sleep, Ciel."

Contrary to what he said, he didn't seem to hate it.

When I saw Eustia, who was a little bothered at first, washed up in advance and greeted me.

I began to concentrate with the colorful ribbon straps around my wrists.

'It's like risking your life to play dolls. Braid the handsome and dangerous doll's hair, perfect.'

To fill my pockets, I'm going to try the most fashionable hairstyle in the capital.
 

*****

The knight raised his head. There was gray burning smoke in front of him.

The smell of burning human skin was no different from burning meat.

It was the same with colleagues who were dying in front of his eyes.

Until yesterday, they were lying down in a small barracks and telling stories about their families.

Most of them were the Imperial Knights, but since there were dozens of knights from Visenna who are famous for their viciousness, they could have survived until yesterday.

However, even the knights of Visenna could not fight against hundreds of monsters.

He and his colleagues lured the monsters and threw Visenna's knights as for bait and survived.

Now he was the last survivor left alone. The troops were wiped out.

The knight, who had one leg amputated, looked ahead, trembling in fear.

A giant monster spider was opening its mouth to eat the knight.

"Wangwang."

The knight blinked at the voice from heaven.

Is he already dead without pain?

To say so, he heard a gentle boy's voice.

At that moment, the monster spider that was trying to eat the knight was torn to pieces.

The claws of a wolf the size of a house passed by in an instant, but the knight did not know the identity even after seeing it.

"I guess you were hungry because I didn't feed you."

He wasn't talking to knight.

He had a blurred vision.

There was a beautiful angel. An angel gently stroking the white wolf's chin affectionately.

A gorgeous blonde that looks like pure melted gold.

The appearance of the boy without a drop of blood was odd.

To the point where he thinks this is not a battlefield, but a temple dedicated to the goddess.

Tears filled the knight's face with relief that he had lived.

He sold Visenna knights to live. However, the dead were silent, so there was no problem.

'The one who survives is lucky. That's it!'

The knight's face was moved as if he had met the savior.

His bloody hands stretched out toward the blond boy.

It was then.

The boy's blue eyes and the knight's eyes met.

Flapp!

As a flying white hawk perched on the boy's arm, the boy untied the knot tied to the hawk's claw.

A white, elongated hands picked up a heraldic orb that could communicate with a rolled letter.

The boy who quickly scanned the contents of the letter wrapped it up in his arms.

"To have a younger sister who was never born–."

Did his father cause an accident?

He heard a low murmur.

The knight then saw the huge scythe in the boy's hand.

Could you make such a large weapon out of metal?

Due to the weight on the blade of the scythe, it was impossible to lift it on the battlefield.

It was then that the knight realized that the huge scythe the boy was holding was made of mana, not metal.

The blue flames were clearly mana.

Maybe it was Freya's holy power, which could only be used by high priests or saints in the temple.

"I'm looking forward to it."

Contrary to what he said, the boy's face, shaded by the moonlight, had no expression.

The boy who was looking down at the knight slowly approached the injured man.

At that time, the old man's husky voice flowed from the messenger attached to the letter.

「Sir, are there any survivors?」

The voice heard through the messenger was clear.

Faced with a miracle, the knight's face was dyed with hope.

Hot tears flowed down at the thought of seeing his family.

The boy, who was looking at the knight with hazy eyes, placed his cold hand on his cheek.

"Are you alone? Any other survivors?"

"....I, keukh, They're all dead."

"Did Visenna knights die, too?"

"To prevent the attack of monsters...."

"That means you survived alone."

The boy asked in a low voice that did not match his appearance.

The knight nodded furiously as if he didn't care who he was.

He was unable to move due to lack of strength, but he tried to get up with the will to live.

The knight looked up at the boy with tears in his eyes as his hand reached out to him.

Freya was the goddess of benevolence, and the priests and believers who followed her used to show compassion according to her teachings.

The boy didn't make any expression when he saw the knight sobbing in gratitude.

Despite receiving the ice-cold gaze, the knight repeated that God had not abandoned me.

"A.. Are you the priest of the goddess Freya? Please, I'm...."

Just as he was about to touch his hand, the boy took his hand from the knight's cheek as if removing dirt, and then coldly slapped the approaching hand.

As if looking down at a wriggling insect, the boy's gaze became even cooler.

At that time, he heard the sound of asking again from the messenger.

「If there are any survivors...」

Tsk, annoying.

The boy, who muttered a little, answered in a hoarse voice.

"No, there is not."

He was wiped out.

A low-brain boy took a metal spear out from his bosom and shoved it into the knight's neck.

Slash

「……」

Silence flowed over the messenger at the sound of the spear being pierced through the neck.

"Tell my father I'm too late. There were no survivors."

Shurei looked down at the dying knight with cold eyes.

The knight of the Empire who sold off his subordinates is not worth keeping alive. Kindness was a luxury to trash.

"And I'm going to see my sister soon."
 

*****

Braiding Eustia's hair was done very carefully.

My purpose in visit the Duke every day was different.

Do I look for it every morning to get points?

It was a little more insidious than that.

"You're a child, so you could sleep a little more."

I shook my head lightly.

It was because I thought that if I keep interrupting his sleep this every day, he would study harder on how to break the curse.

Get to work, Eustia Visenna!

"Did you sleep well?"

"Well, a little."

Eustia, who would have skipped the answer in his sleep, added a short word.

Perhaps if Sharkis had woken up in the morning, that day would have been a war.

'Done!'

I tied the Duke's long hair high.

Tie a knot with a red ribbon and it matched pretty well.

As expected, no matter what they did, a handsome man pleased my eyes.

"It's the same ribbon as you."

Oh, this?

I pointed my finger at my head.

My dedicated maid, Barney, did a great job tying my hair up lately.

Thanks to that, I was walking around the Duke's estate with a slightly heavy red ribbon.

"It's a set with the Duke, Barney prepared it."

Barney? Perhaps the Duke didn't know the maid's name.

He got up from his seat, as if he had little interest in the maid.

My eyes were directed at him.