The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 128
“Who am I, you ask? How can you claim to be a noble of this country when you donāt even recognize my face?”
“Haā¦!”
Count Baldur’s previously confident face twisted in anger.
His fierce expression became even more ferocious, and his bulging chest muscles rippled under his poorly fastened clothes.
“Do you think I, who have survived this hellish life, will lose to pampered noble brats like you!!”
His arm muscles swelled, and the flames blazed even larger.
His skin began to burn and melt under the relentless heat.
“Illegitimate child or noble, clinging to such petty thingsā¦”
Arma laughed brightly.
“You people are pathetic. You, the Makruxa.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the black darkness swirling around Arma quickly devoured all the flames Count Baldur had ignited.
Soon, the world was enveloped in darkness.
In the pitch-black void where no light was allowed, only Count Baldur’s body, burning with fire, illuminated the scene.
“Damnā¦”
He muttered a low curse.
“You were disregarded because you were weak. Your value was less than that of a worthless stone.”
Hearing the voice from within the darkness, Count Baldur stood up, swallowing hard.
“What do you knowā¦!”
The flames weakened.
Count Baldur took a breath.
The stronger he tried to make the flames, the faster something seemed to absorb them.
‘It’s cold.’
He grit his teeth, trembling in a chill he had never felt since awakening his Abyss.
‘What the hell are these peopleā¦!’
He couldn’t believe it.
‘I never heard reports that the Third Prince had such power.’
He tried to control the flames.
‘And what about that woman? What was that bead!’
He was surrounded by things he couldn’t understand.
Running away was impossible in this pitch darkness. If only he could use the Abyss properlyā¦
“Why, with such powerā¦”
If the Third Prince possessed this kind of ability, he could easily vie for the position of Crown Prince.
It was an instinctive feeling.
The Third Prince was far more dangerous and capable than the current First Prince.
“I thought Makruxa was a decent shell to take overā¦ but it’s just a gathering of trash filled with inferiority complexes.”
“Who’s trashā¦ You little bratā¦”
“From the fact that you couldn’t rise on your own, you’re already trash. Andā¦”
The black darkness began to compress around Count Baldur.
“Donāt you think a person would go insane after being in darkness for a few days?”
Count Baldur took a deep breath as he watched the encroaching darkness.
Even being locked in a pitch-black room wouldnāt be as dark as the darkness swirling behind him.
“Sh-t, aren’t you trying to investigate Makruxa! If you kill me like this, it won’t benefit youā¦!”
Watching the approaching darkness with fearful eyes, he urgently spoke.
“ā¦.”
“I’ll cooperate! I’ll cooperate, so get this bead out of me! I’m really going to die like this!”
Count Baldur shouted.
But the darkness continued to compress, forming into a sphere that encased his body, leaving only one ear exposed.
“Wellā¦ When Roxelyn wakes up and her wounds are fully healed, I’ll consider letting you go.”
Arma smiled coldly.
It was a smile his opponent would never see.
“If your mind is still intact by then, we can think about striking a deal.”
Click.
Arma exited the room.
In the room, only the bleak abyss remained, with a black sphere floating in mid-air.