The villain just wants to go offline

"...That's it."

Elsa lowered her head, her eyes became dull, and her criteria for judging good and bad became blurred.

In that case, wouldn't the noble young master who tortured him be a bad person?

"Hmm...is the blow too much?"

Miles realized it later and looked at the wilted little maid, as confused as if she had lost her soul, but he still let it go without taking it seriously.

He, Miles Bond, just digs holes and doesn't bury them.

Although it was only a temporary idea to deal with the little maid who had the aura of being the heroine, it was very clear that the assassin who had slipped through the net before and the villain he was was robbed by a group of little Karami.

As we all know, a heroine wouldn't be a heroine if she didn't cause trouble.

What's more, if nothing else goes wrong, there will be two of them in this luxurious carriage, double the heroine, double the happiness...

…and double the trouble.

He just wanted to see if he could pull the heroine into trouble, ahem, in a serious sense, of course.

No one wants to raise a holy mother by their side. She would be too happy to die. None of Miles's numbered maids are evil and ruthless. That's how the education in the Bond family is.

"You can be driven by profit, or you can stab your friends in the back. The things you can steal are things that the weak cannot protect, and you only need to look down on the weak's unwilling expression!"

Miles did not evaluate the values ​​education he had received since childhood. He played with his white palm. Although he did not kill any people, he controlled the life and death of countless lives.

I just didn't expect this little maid to be so fragile.

But he never felt that he had done anything wrong.

Let Elsa digest it first. To put it bluntly, after being fucked by Miles, she ruthlessly let it go.

The carriage did not consider the mood of the rider and continued to rumble forward.

By the way.

The bodies of the thieves were exposed in the wilderness, but the gold coins they cherished were far away from them.

Miles was not in the habit of recycling dirty gold coins.

Even though that pile of gold coins might be a wealthy businessman's entire net worth, he threw it on the ground like garbage.

With the richest man in the empire on his back, he will not be short of gold coins for anything, just like a sprinkle of water.

Throwing gold coins is no different from throwing stones.

Miles thought so, but others may not necessarily think so. Miles had no intention of recovering the gold coins. The two plainclothes knights had little resistance when faced with the gold coins that suddenly hit their heads.

After testing, the gold coins were collected by the two of them.

Miles, one of his own, would not care about the gains and losses of some gold coins, otherwise it would be a waste, and he might as well use them to win people's hearts.

Although the Bond family simply disdains the idea of ​​winning people's hearts.

after all.

The Bond family only needs slaves, not human hearts. Slaves are much easier to use than human hearts.

.........

Miles and his two carriages drove towards the border.

Perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, Elsa's halo as a heroine was broken. A mute mouth-splitting elf alone could not affect the blessing of the villain, and the smooth journey was terrifying.

There are no assassins to bother you, and no trouble coming to your door.

It was just that the little maid stayed distracted during the break.

Even Miles, who didn't have many requirements for food, frowned when he ate the same stew made by Elsa. Either there was too much salt or the meat smelled too fishy to swallow.

It is estimated that without anyone to enlighten the little maid, she might have been depressed forever. Only then did Miles regret that she had bullied her so hard.

For several days, they had to face the little maid's zombie appearance and eat food that was unpalatable. They walked through the wilderness and didn't even have the chance to go to the town to buy some food.

Typical of shooting yourself in the foot.

Miles didn't even know how he managed to get to the border city of Kresse.

"Master, the front is the Kresse border!"

The plainclothes knight driving the carriage slowed down the carriage and was only a hundred meters away from the city enclosed by a towering city wall, so that the people in the carriage could see clearly.

It can be seen that the muscles under the knight's cloth have shrunk, and he has obviously lost weight.

Who knows what it feels like to have a huge amount of money in your pocket but not be able to spend it.

"This is Kresse. It feels like it's not much worse than the Royal City."

Miles opened the car curtain and looked at the majestic city standing on the border plain. He compared it with the imperial city in his mind and could only say that its scale should not be underestimated.

If it were not close to the border, some people would believe it if it was said to be the second royal capital.

"Cresse."

After hearing the sound of Miles talking to the knight, hearing the familiar words of Creese, and realizing that the little maid had returned to the border, a little color finally appeared in her dim eyes, and she felt a little more energetic.

"Go home."

The joy of being able to see his adoptive parents and childhood sweethearts after returning to his hometown on the border temporarily overcame the problems that had been tangled in his heart. The broken outlook on life was slowly covered up, but it would not disappear.

A holy mother's heart inevitably has cracks and is no longer pure.

"This is the place that looks glamorous on the surface, but is actually the birthplace of evil!"

The elf who was resold to Creese has the most say. During the days when she was resold, she saw the darkness and filth underground in this city.

The black market and slave market are crowded in every corner. Only at night will this seemingly prosperous city howl.

Returning to the place where this nightmare began, the elf felt uncomfortable all over and crawled back into the cage. She was indeed short-minded, but she was not big enough to run around in a human city heartlessly.

She herself was targeted and captured as a slave just because she was curious about the human world. The death of her only relative because of this was a lifelong pain for her.

Escape is shameful, but useful.

However, the originally planned journey of four to five days was squeezed into arriving at the border of Kresse in the evening of the next day. We were on the road all night, and the time was fully compressed.

Miles just wanted to take a long bath and eat.

The carriage sped up, and everyone entered the city gate with different thoughts. They entered the illuminated metropolis before it became completely dark.

A dark shadow flashed behind the carriage silently watching Miles and his entourage arrive at their destination.

Who is this person if he is not Claire who has been escorting him all the way?

"Pooh!"

After wiping the corners of her mouth, Claire spit out the blood that flowed from her cheek to her mouth onto the ground. Her steps were a little unsteady and she was breathing heavily.

"...Damn it, everyone was lurking near the border waiting for Miles Bond to fall into the trap. Fortunately, I explored the path in advance and killed him!"

The blood on her face and the freshly wiped dagger proved that she had experienced a fight just now.

With the numerical advantage, even if Clairs swings his sword, he will feel tired. After running out of magic power and unable to use shadow escape, the head-on battle consumes a lot of energy.

But most of her physical strength was still spent on chasing the horse-drawn carriage that was running like a wild horse. Like rushing to be reincarnated, Claire could only run with her legs.

If it weren't for the beast's extraordinary physical strength, he wouldn't be able to keep up with the speed of the carriage. He would be exhausted after running for two days and two nights.

"Now my mission is completed. The safety of the little nobles in Kreseli is not my concern."

Claire followed the carriage into Kresse to rest, but she put on her hood before entering, covering the eye-catching pair of animal ears.

After all, orcs without their masters are very dangerous.