The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 127
Roxelyn’s eyes widened as she charged at Count Baldur.
She thrust her fingers into his mouth, then quickly pulled them out and clamped his mouth shut.
Caught off guard, the count only realized something was wrong when he felt something slide down his throat.
Gulp.
Something had entered his digestive system.
“What did you do to me just now? What did you make me swallow?”
“A bead.”
A red bead, to be specific.
Gerun Wilfred had returned the bead that had absorbed all the flames this man had tried to burn Landarin with that day.
A bead that had served its purpose would break.
The red bead, which had swallowed a lot of flames, was on the verge of breaking but hadnât yet.
It would likely break after it absorbed as much heat as it wanted.
“A bead?”
“Yes, a bead that loves fire.”
Roxelyn smiled brightly, her wrists burned and blistered from the ropes.
“If you donât want to die, you should start burning yourself up.”
“WhatâŚ?”
“It will take all the heat from your body.”
Before Roxelyn even finished speaking, Count Baldur’s lips began to turn blue.
“YouâŚ!”
Thud.
The man fell to his knees.
“Have you ever thought about this? Are you really the illegitimate child of the previous Count Baldur? Is the ‘King’ really on your side? Or⌠are you just a pawn being used by the King?”
Roxelyn murmured meaningfully.
The man, shivering from the cold, opened his eyes wide just as the door burst open.
Roxelyn, who had turned her head at the sound of the door opening, paused when her gaze met the blue eyes that seemed to contain the sky.
“âŚArma⌔
Roxelyn smiled faintly.
Her body swayed.
The tension in her body released, and she collapsed forward.
“âŚRoxelyn!”
Arma, who had rushed in, quickly caught Roxelyn in his arms and slowly lifted his head.
Whoosh.Â
The man, engulfed in flames, continued to generate fire from his body despite groaning in pain.
Arma, who had been glaring murderously at Count Baldur, stepped back with Roxelyn in his arms at the bizarre sight.
“Hey!! Give me that woman right nowâŚ!”
The man, now wielding a sword and dripping flames from his body, shouted with a menacing glare.
Even if one possessed the Abyss of fire, it didnât mean the flames werenât hot.
It only meant they had a slightly higher tolerance to fire than others.
In other words, even those with the Abyss of fire could get burned, their skin could melt, and they could die from a stronger fire.
“âŚWhat have you done?”
“I said, give me that woman right now!!”
Bang!Â
With a loud noise, flames began to spread throughout the room.
A ring of fire circled Arma and Roxelyn, making it look like hell had descended on earth.
“Disgusting.”
Arma said.
“You’re disgusting to the point I canât stand to look at you. Acting like youâre something special⌠and for doing this to someone whoâs mine⌔
Boom!
With a deafening roar, black darkness began to seep out around Arma.
Count Baldur’s eyes widened.
“Aximus Baldur.”
Arma looked at Roxelyn’s oozing, injured wrists with darkened eyes.
The swirling black darkness quickly began to consume the surrounding flames.
The flames, swallowed by the darkness, lost their color and began to burn as black flames.
“âŚWho are you?”