A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

"Uh...can I say that it was purely an accident?" Wang Chong said with a wry smile, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

“You know my methods better than anyone else~” Arcueid’s smile became even brighter, even with a touch of innocence, but the glint in her eyes showed that she was not joking.

After a vigorous "bed exercise," the exhausted Arcueid lazily absorbed the "magic" transmitted by Wang Chong while finally learning the whole story from him.

"Hmph~" She snorted softly, lying on Wang Chong's chest like an elegant cat, pinching his cheek lightly with her fingers, and said with a hint of reproach in her tone, "I was wondering why Kal'tsit was looking at you so strangely. So you've been doing something bad behind my back again."

"So it really was an accident... Who could have imagined that her companion organism would evolve in that form?" Wang Chong sighed helplessly, letting her pinch his cheek.

"Well, I don't really care..." Arcueid said lazily, cupping her cheeks, her eyes somewhat vacant. "After all, I'm not really that obsessed with having a baby..."

She changed the subject, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, and said:

"However, I remember several people still fondly recall this. For example, the quirky goddess sisters Stheno and Euryale... and Aoi, and Irisviel, and so on..."

Chapter 428 A Heart-to-Heart Talk with Arcueid

"I know... so I haven't dared to tell them about this yet..." (The rest of the text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and phrases, possibly from different sources, and doesn't form coherent sentences.)

Wang Chong rubbed his temples, looking like he had a headache.

"To be honest, they understand me quite well in other aspects, so why are they so insistent on this matter? Especially Irisviel and Aoi, don't they already have their own children?"

"Hmm..." Arcueid tilted her head and began to think seriously, her long golden hair spreading over Wang Chong, making him feel a little itchy.

After a long while, Arcueid finally raised her head and said seriously, "I think... it's probably because you didn't give them enough security? Or maybe they just lack a sense of security?"

"A sense of security?" Wang Chong was taken aback, somewhat puzzled.

“Look at me, Artoria, Joan of Arc…”

Arcueid counted several examples on his fingers, then went on to say:

"We all made our way through life by relying on our own strength to some extent. In the first half of our lives, we basically didn't depend on anyone. When we encountered trouble, we mostly solved it ourselves... When there was something to deal with, we dealt with it. When there was nothing to do, we would actively find something to do."

She paused for a moment, then concluded, "So, we don't feel that being with you means we have to depend on you for anything, or that we have to get something from you. Liking each other, being affectionate and tender with each other, that's enough."

After saying this, Arcueid turned around and began to analyze the others in detail:

"But the others are a bit different. First, there are Irisviel and Aoi, who are very traditional women at heart. What they crave from you is a sense of belonging to a 'home'."

"Therefore, in their view, children are an indispensable and important member of a complete family. Without children, the family feels incomplete, and their anxiety intensifies. Subconsciously, they may even worry that you will abandon them because of this."

"And the most crucial point, which you just mentioned, is that they 'have children'."

Arcueid's voice softened, tinged with understanding:

“Irisviel has Illya, Aoi has the Tohsaka sisters… but none of these children are yours, Wang Chong’s children. All of them were taken from others by you. Just from this point of view, their sense of security starts at a lower level than others.”

Arcueid spoke slowly, as if dissecting a complex puzzle:

"Actually, Irisviel has talked to me and Artoria privately several times. She is always worried that as more and more women surround you, you will gradually stop caring about her."

"She feels that her magic skills are limited and she can't be of much help to you... The only thing she can do is probably take care of the children. But now most of the children have been brought here by you. She inevitably feels increasingly lonely and longs to have a child with you."

After speaking, Arcueid's gaze softened, and she concluded by saying:

"She thought that if she and you had a child, at least she could live more peacefully in this family, and at least that would prove that she was indeed a part of this family."

“As for Aoi…” Arcueid glanced at Wang Chong, “her mentality is actually similar, or even worse. You know, the way you got Aoi was much more… well… ‘brutal’ than how you got Irisviel, wasn’t it?”

Her words were brief and to the point.

After listening, Wang Chong let out a long sigh, filled with apology and emotion: "I really feel sorry for Alice and Aoi... In the end, this problem was caused by myself."

"Hmph, serves you right for not being able to control yourself before... Now you finally know..." Arcueid snorted, a hint of smugness in her voice, then suddenly changed the subject, pinching Wang Chong's crotch as she spoke, "No... you still can't control yourself! Otherwise, how come you have another daughter?"

This sudden "attack" made Wang Chong gasp in shock.

"As for the others, each has their own reasons."

After this minor punishment, Arcueid continued:

"Take Stheno and Euryale, for example. They were essentially sacrifices for Medusa's rise to power. While they appeared to be basking in the glory of goddesses, their hearts were actually empty and devoid of meaning. Therefore, their way of expressing love was inherently somewhat distorted..."

"You gave the three sisters a safe haven. They've always racked their brains trying to do something to repay you, but because of their twisted and awkward personalities, they're unwilling to express it properly, so they're stuck in that awkward position. Only little Medusa is somewhat normal..."

“Finally, there’s Atalanta…” Arcueid smiled. “She’s been saying she wanted children from the very beginning. Of all the people who want children, her motivation is probably the purest.”

“It’s not for any complicated reasons, she just simply wants to have a child with you. After all, she’s naturally very fond of children.” Arcueid shrugged.

Why are you staring at me like that?

“It’s nothing…” Wang Chong suddenly laughed, his eyes filled with tenderness and a hint of curiosity. “I just didn’t expect my Arcueid to have such a thoughtful and observant side.”

He paused deliberately, then added mischievously, "When he's around me, he always seems so silly, only knowing how to eat, drink, and have fun..."

"Fine, you!" Arcueid instantly bristled, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She angrily stuck out her fingers and forcefully pulled them apart from Wang Chong's mouth. "Is this mouth making fun of me? Hmm? Don't you want this mouth anymore?"

She made threatening humming noises as she "punished" him.

“Ugh… wrong… wrong (slurred speech)… Ah… Alkute, spare me (slurred speech)…” Wang Chong begged for mercy in a muffled manner, waving his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Hmph! You dare underestimate me!"

Arcueid then released her grip, proudly raising her chin:

"I can just relax completely when I'm with you and not have to think about all those complicated things! That doesn't mean I'm really stupid, understand? You silly darling!"

She emphasized, her cheeks still flushed from playing around.

"Yes, yes, yes, my Arcueid is the smartest, the smartest girl in the world."

Wang Chong coaxed her with a smile, his eyes full of affection. Suddenly, he flipped her over and pinned her down: "To reward my clever Arcueid... how about we have another 'deep exchange'?"

After a burst of laughter, playful banter, and coquettish chatter, the room was soon filled with incredibly tender and romantic sounds, and the air was filled with a sweet atmosphere.

After the intense "exchange," Arcueid, exhausted from replenishing her mana, was drifting off to sleep in Wang Chong's arms when she suddenly remembered something and asked in a sleepy voice:

"Um... lastly... I almost forgot to ask... what exactly are you planning to do about the child?" Her eyelids were so heavy she could barely keep them open.

Wang Chong gently stroked her golden hair, gazing at her peaceful sleeping face in his arms, and whispered a promise:

“Hmm… After everything here is settled, I’ll… let loose for once.” Wang Chong’s voice was soft, but filled with determination. “Anyway, after this reward upgrade, I’m not afraid of being unable to defeat that guy Goetia.”

"In that sense, my not wanting children is also because I lack confidence in my own abilities..."

……

"We lost...we lost everything!"

A few days later, when Baikal saw the battle report, he felt as if the sky had fallen.

He never expected that the men he sent out would be so easily defeated, and he never expected that three of his guards would die in Chern.

Not only will the news of his own loss of 50,000 men soon spread throughout the southern cities, emboldening the rioting populace, but he will also be unable to withstand the wrath of the Imperial Council and His Majesty the Emperor.

"It's all because of that guy!"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Prince Baikal's eyes. Even if Baikal was unwilling, he had to admit that the mysterious man who had always promoted him had become problematic.

Chapter 429 The Death of Baikal

"Reporting...reporting to you, sir!"

At this suffocating moment, a guard rushed into the room in a panic, his face filled with fear. Upon seeing the man, Baikal's eyes flashed coldly, and he demanded sharply, "Where is he?!"

"My lord... inside... inside is deserted, not even a trace remains," the guard reported, his voice trembling.

"waste!"

Baikal slammed his hand on the table, making the teacups clatter, and angrily questioned:

"What did I tell you two weeks ago?! I told you to keep a close watch on that man's comings and goings! You had to make sure you saw him every day! And what happened? You reported yesterday that he was at home, and today we got news that he's vanished?! What were you all doing?!!"

Baikal's anger burned fiercely, like dry tinder that had been lit.

"My lord, I really don't know! I clearly saw light coming from his room yesterday evening!"

The guard was so anxious he was almost crying, his voice filled with immense grievance:

"Moreover, the battle has been intense these past few days. You, sir, have repeatedly instructed us, and the brothers dare not slack off in the slightest. We've been working in shifts day and night, keeping a close watch on all the entrances and exits without even blinking. We really haven't seen him come out! The brothers truly don't know... how he disappeared!"

He had no choice but to suffer in silence, knowing full well that Baikal held the lives of their families in his hands, and even if he had ten times the courage, he would never dare to shirk his responsibilities.

"what--!!"

Baikal could no longer contain the rage and despair surging within him. He let out a beastly roar and slammed the teacup he was clutching to the ground! The delicate porcelain cup shattered instantly, shards and tea splashing everywhere.

"It's all over! It's all fucking over!" Baikal slumped into a chair, his face ashen.

At this moment, he finally realized that the mysterious person who had promoted him and whom he regarded as his backer had never had good intentions from the beginning! He was nothing more than a tool to be used to eliminate the emerging aristocracy.

Now, the timing is "perfect"—the people have mutinied, he has suffered repeated defeats in command of the war, and more fatally, he has also harmed three of his bodyguards who came to supervise him... This is simply a golden opportunity to shift the blame, and he, Baikal, is the perfect scapegoat.

He was practically sentenced to death; the only difference was the exact time of his death—which depended on how quickly the next wave of guards arrived at his residence.

And once he fell into the hands of the Imperial Guards and was executed… Baikal shuddered at the thought of that horrific scene.

They would use that eerie, demonic power to gradually invade his body and soul, forcing him to relive the most terrifying and painful experiences of his life again and again, until his mind completely breaks down and he becomes a madman in endless torment, only then will he face true death.

Rather than endure that inhuman pain and bone-deep fear, it would be better to... find a rope and hang myself!

His only remaining, extremely faint hope was that the Imperial Council might spare his life, considering he still held some control over the Third Army. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

But the possibility is... extremely slim. Moreover, His Majesty the Emperor himself would never let him go! His death must be used to give the other Imperial Guards an explanation!

"No...I'll go find it myself!"

Baikal suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with an almost manic light:

"Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we have to find him! There must be some secret passage hidden in the mansion! That guy must have escaped through that!"

He knew perfectly well in his heart that this was all in vain. But at that moment, his mindset was like that of a drowning person, clinging desperately to even the smallest straw.

"Wait, sir!" The guard rushed forward to try and dissuade him. "Those rioters outside are causing trouble again, it's a complete mess! If you go out and accidentally get bumped into by those... by those lowly people..."

The guards intended for Baikal to remain in the relatively safe residence while they searched the place more thoroughly.

However, at this moment, Baikal was completely consumed by fear and anger, and he couldn't hear a single word of advice. He rudely interrupted his guards and shouted at them:

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"Insolence! Those lowly commoners dare to defy us? Are the knives in your hands just for show?! Haven't they been wanting to cause trouble all along? Then kill them! Kill them! Kill them all! I want to see whether their necks are tougher or our Ursus military knives are tougher!"

Before he could finish speaking, Baikal, like a whirlwind, pushed aside his guards and rushed out the door. Caught off guard, the guards had no time to organize an effective protective formation to follow.

By the time the guards rushed out in a panic, Baikal had indeed already met with disaster.

He happened to stumble upon a large demonstration. After a few words, a conflict erupted instantly. Instead of avoiding the crowd, Baikal attempted to immediately order the crowd to disperse and commanded his few dozen guards to drive away and run over the citizens.

However, the mere dozen or so guards appeared so weak and powerless in the face of the hundreds of angry protesters! The guards tried to maintain order, but were instantly swept away by the surging crowd.

The result... was predictable. The citizens, already seething with anger, were completely ignited by Baikal's arrogant and callous order to kill!

It's unclear who started it, but the crowd surged forward like a burst dam!

The sticks rained down, and even after blood was drawn, the bloodthirsty crowd showed no sign of stopping. Their suppressed anger needed an outlet, and Baikal became the most direct target for their venting.

It wasn't until most of Baikal's personal guards, who had remained at his residence, heard the news and rushed over armed, that they were able to forcibly disperse the enraged citizens.

However, it was too late. Prince Baikal lay on the cold ground, barely alive. His head was smashed by a heavy iron rod, leaving it a bloody mess, his face covered in blood and grime. He was already unconscious.

The guards were horrified and hurriedly carried the heavily injured Baikal back to the mansion.

Not far away, in an inconspicuous, shadowy corner, two figures watched all of this unfold with indifference from beginning to end.

"Heh, the people you brought out are really... utterly useless."

A man shrouded in ominous black mist let out a low, mocking laugh:

"Without your meticulous planning, things have fallen into complete chaos. Before you could even lift a finger, you've already been beaten to a pulp by those lowly people he usually despises. Tsk tsk, looks like he doesn't have many days left to live."

He paused, a cruel sense of satisfaction in his voice, "It really is... karma really works..."

"But as a chess piece, he is very competent..."

The other person spoke, his voice calm and even, yet carrying an all-knowing indifference.

Judging from his tone, it was none other than the mysterious man Baikal had always trusted but now hated to the core—the Black Serpent.

"When I first approached him, he was so cowardly that he didn't dare show even a hint of resentment on his face when his own mother was driven to her death by her biological father..."

"Even after all these years, even after he seized all the family's resources and drove his father to his death in the same way, deep down... he hasn't improved at all..."

The black snake's voice carried a hint of indescribable contempt:

"He remained that pathetic, insecure wretch, naively fantasizing that he could obtain everything he desired simply by obeying others unconditionally like a loyal dog..."