Struggling as a Villain

Chapter 33: Chapter 32- Rage

**BOOOOOOM**

A thunderous explosion erupted once again in front of the Sage Temple as Richard hurled the loaded baton at the charging Bate. The detonation sent the monstrous creature hurtling in a different direction, its twisted form caught in the violent blast.

*SWIIII*

In the nick of time, Richard dropped into a crouch, narrowly avoiding the lethal horizontal slash. With a surge of adrenaline, he plunged the other baton deep into the goat's massive torso, the force of the blow sending shock waves through its grotesque body.

**BOOOOOM**

Another explosion and another beast were sent into fairyland.

His blood boiled, and his body ached with searing pain as he faced the remaining three monsters. The ground was littered with the mangled corpses of their fallen brethren, a gruesome testament to the carnage. Yet, the human who had brought them to their bloody demise stood tall, a psychotic amusement burning in his eyes, an unhinged grin spreading across his blood-splattered face.

It was then that the Ambrobates finally felt it.

Fear.

"*GRUEEEEGH*"

The middle one suddenly jumped to turn around, intending to flee. The other two followed the suit, and tried to run away—however, before they could have taken another step toward life, the fury of death marched at them from behind.

"*GRUUUUUUEEEEEGHHHH*" The sound of howls of death resonated across the battlefield as the three Bates burned by fiery hot flames. Their body was enveloped in the embrace of death while the three ran around foolishly in hopes of escaping the anguish.

However, all they achieved was eternal rest as they fell to the ground with their body completely roasted.

The battle that began three minutes ago concluded with a flame magician's basic strategy—burn 'em until golden brown and crispy.

The small battlefield where a human and twenty-five Ambrobates collided, was covered with purplish blood and innards.

Both parties received damage but the human definitely incurred nothing in comparison to the dead beasts.

Lilia neared her master with a clean, thin fabric in her hand, which she tore from the bundle. She knew this trip was going to be nasty so she just bought a whole bundle of this fabric.

Richard stood there while panting lightly and his eyes still fixated on the last Bate he executed. His adrenaline slowly came down and his muscles began to spasm a little.

'Fuck...' He held his left shoulder where a monster somehow landed a blow and created a deep cut.

The blood of the beasts contained Amebr and when it penetrated through his skin, it stung like acid.

Lilia softly called out, "Young Master, please sit here." She was crouching near a small stone and requested her lord to let her take care of him.

Richard left the batons, which he would clean thoroughly later, and listened to her request.

Sitting down, he realised that his back was hurting a little as well. His clothes were in tatters and he smelled awful...like the piss of a dog.

However, not even once did Lilia show any disgust or reaction that could suggest how tough her job was.

She just used the cloth to wipe his arms and legs before asking him, "Do you want some water, Young Master?"

"It was hindering me from seeing your face." He whispered in a husky tone, and from this close, his voice seemed to have given double damage as Lilia's face adapted the same shade as his hair.

Richard chuckled, seeing that reaction, before he looked towards the beast and asked, "Can you teach me how to dismantle them as well?"

Lilia vigorously nodded and decided to teach her master rather than being all shy like a maiden.

Seriously...what's wrong with her?

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"Ugh...." The Duchess groaned in her sleep as she slowly woke up from her slumber.

Memory rained down the lane as she abruptly parted her eyes and straightened her back.

"Richie!" She shouted but he didn't respond to her.....since Richie wasn't around her at all.

"Madame Duchess, you should sleep for now." The head maid said worryingly as she saw her mistress suddenly getting out of bed.

Bellarine was suffering from a high fever after she fainted upon hearing about her son's departure.

She had been asleep for the past twenty-eight hours, and when she woke up, her complexion told how sick she was.

"Don't come in my way," Bellarine warned the maid as she got up from the bed and with staggering steps she strolled toward the door.

The maid soon followed behind with tears in her eyes but she didn't say anything again.

The ominous aura Bellarine was radiating, surrounded the whole mansion. Those servants who came across the Duchess instantly paled in fear and gave her the space to walk.

Bellarine suddenly stopped, and while pointing toward a young maid with black hair, she said, "You...bring me Violet."

"Y-Yes, my lady!" The young girl dashed like she just teleported and advanced towards the kitchen.

It took less than a minute, and the blue-haired maid named Violet was in front of Bellarine.

Violet's face was covered in sweat as she faced the Duchess.

Bellarine, with laboured breathing, asked the girl, "You....where did that bitch take my son?" In a daze, and while supporting herself with the wall, Bellarine urged the maid to answer.

Violet went through her memories, and instantly replied, "T-T-The Sage Temple!"

Bellarine turned to look at the head maid before commanding,

"Prepare the carriage. I am going to bring my son back...."

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A/N:- A feverish Bellarine is a murderous Bellarine.

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