[Part 2] Death Is The Only Ending For The Villain (FOR OFFLINE READING PURPOSE)

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Chapter 220

When I opened my eyes, the tomb of the ancient Leila had vanished like a cloud of smoke. Checking the destroyed office inside, I was a little bit dejected.

It was not enough that Yvonne was the final boss whom I ignored so much, and I realized that I was really the one who was going against her.

“But it’s a precious space…”

What did Vinter feel when he had to blow up this place with his own hands? ‘Oh, so I’ll keep it.’

Even though anger suddenly soared against Vinter, who was helpless by Yvonne, my anger cooled down when I remembered a scene from the burning fire.

Even if I had both pieces, it wouldn’t have changed much. As Yvonne said, there were more hostages than I thought.

If both of them had been taken away incessantly, there would have been no answer. “Hu”

I breathed a deep sigh at the space of silence.

It was his own fault to be bound to the burning magic.

In the past, he devoted himself to helping Leila by loving Yvonne, turned back time, repenting for his sins just before the end of the world.

And now that he has got back his memory.

He has done all the taboos again and learned everything, and he had set his own foot on the past self on the time of the past.

To turn back time when I fail to kill Yvonne, and Leila devours the world.

~ I’ll repeat it forever.

His voice lingered in my ears.

I was going to stop Yvonne anyway for my life and see the end of this fucking game. Hnowing what would happen if I failed, I got mixed up.

I tried to shake off the heavy thoughts and walked towards the entrance.

It was urgent to go back and tell the Crown Prince what I heard and found a way. kkiiik-.

I opened the door and walked along the alley.

I was thinking of going out to the boulevard and catch a carriage and go back to the mansion. It was early in the morning, so the streets were very quiet.

‘I’ll have to wait a while to catch the carriage”

I took a breath as I looked at the empty streets, except for a few wandering people.

It was a scene in which the palace cried with great peace compared to being occupied by rebels and captured monsters.

How long did I have to stand in front of the alley and wait for an empty carriage.

In the distance, a carriage entered the street.

I was delighted to call up a carriage, but I was devastated to see the closer carriage.

A large, high-quality wagon with a dozen horses. It was not a carriage, but a kind of transport carried by aristocrats.

‘I have to go back to my room before the maid brings my breakfast.’

It was a time when I was worried about how to get back to the mansion faster. The carriage that I knew would pass by me just stopped in front of me. “What?”

I stepped back and hid my mirror wand behind my back. Because I looked like a wizard to everyone.

But when I saw a man who opened the luxurious carriage door and stepped down, I froze. “Master.”