I Only Summon Villainesses

The moment my eyes met hers, I got a bad premonition. A very bad premonition.

“The Heretic Otherworlder…” The words left her lips like acidic venom falling on wood and melting through it.

The hair on the back of my neck stood sharply, every instinct screaming of danger to come.

But before I could react or do anything, she vanished from the tree branch. All I saw was a shaking branch where she’d been. I staggered back hurriedly, thinking she was coming for me — however, I saw her on the ground already, twin silver stilettos manifested in her hands. She was already bringing them down on the Inquisitor who now lay motionless, dying.

However, in that moment, instincts overwhelmed me. I used what little of my essence I could touch to snuff out the flames.

As they died, the Inquisitor’s eyes flashed wide. He rolled away from the killing blow, causing the girl to stab her stilettos into mud.

Her face crumpled. She looked like she was about to cry.

“Hian! Don’t dodge, it’s not fun when you dodge!!” She kicked her legs like a child throwing a tantrum.

It was…

’What?’

I was speechless.

I never knew that we were many that were mad.

“I hate you!” she cried, and then the next moment, she turned to me.

The same crimson glint returned to her eyes as she dropped to a low, disturbing crouch, grinning unhingedly.

“You better not be a bad boy like the Templar Lightless here, okay?”

The next moment she vanished. Her movement was fast — too fast. I barely gasped the moment she disappeared, hadn’t even finished the breath when she was already right before my face.

A pungent sweet flower scent hit me before she shoved a blade into my side.

In my lame and desperate attempt to escape that attack, I only seemed to have thrown myself into it. Or she was not as unhinged as I thought she was and was actually calculating.

Either way, through the rope, the blade tore into my side. Towards my ribs.

Pain lashed across my body as if a hundred invisible needles stabbed me all at once.

My control over my own voice broke. I let out a terrible groan as the force of her attack shoved me backward and slammed me to the ground.

“Heieieieh Goooood boy.” She chuckled with literal insanity in her eyes as she sat on top of me, raising both stilettos over her head. “Now, receive my blessing.”

She dropped her hand.

I thought that was the end — only for her to stop abruptly.

My eyes, already closed, slowly opened. One first, then the other.

“Hm, umm, hmmmm… red hair, red hair, there was supposed to be a red hair.” She looked down at me, grinning like a mad blood doll.

Then she leaned down, her mouth beside my ear, licking the dried blood along my sideburns and whispering:

“Don’t be a bad boy okay, where is the red hair summon? Bring her?”

’Kassie?’

A spark of something ignited in my chest. Not hope exactly — something more desperate and calculating than that.

’Oh? Please, of course!!’

I managed to hold her eyes with my swollen ones and said evenly, “I can’t because of the rope… if you can somehow help me out of it, then I’ll be able to.”

At that moment, the Inquisitor was standing up. “You maggot, did you just try to attack me?”

She glanced back over her shoulder, tilting her head with that manic grin.

“Don’t worry Templar Lightless, Judgment and Mercy are coming to play with you. Faith will play with the Heretic, okay?”

She turned back to me. Raised her dagger.

As the Inquisitor saw this, he shouted despite his heavy burn wounds.

“Nooooo!!!”

Of course… he was too late.

As the stiletto came down, it slashed across the rope and severed its bonds.

I wasted no time summoning both of my summons. In fact, it was as if they had been waiting.

The moment she sliced the ropes, the entire forest ignited in a radiance of white flames. Then a thick, powerful leg slammed into the side of her head, sending her rolling away.

She crashed into a tree and shook it so violently that branches rained down, birds scattering away into the sky.

The immediate part of the forest that surrounded us now was writhing in white flames. I was slowly standing as the severed ropes loosened from my body.

Kassie stood next to me, imposing as ever. Her sword was held in one hand, its sharp edge almost kissing the ground.

There was something different about the air around her. Although her helmet was on, I could somehow perceive a palpable coldness from her… like she was incredibly pissed.

But it wasn’t just her. Pyre Saint had also been manifested. My essence was not fully recovered, but technically, Pyre Saint was the only one I was actively spending on.

Both of them stood with me between them.

The Inquisitor stood opposite me with a small frown on his burnt face, a part of his hair singed away.

At the same time, two other women landed on the scene. They wore the same white and blue uniform as the girl Kassie had apparently knocked out with a single kick.

They glanced at the tree where their other one had crashed.

“Faith!!” One cried out, then glanced at me with intense fury burning in her eyes. She bit down on her lip so hard that blood dripped from it.

The other one with black hair had a blank expression. But something in that blankness told me she was going to kill me and not bat an eye while doing so.

Instead of backing away from their threatening glare, I raised my head despite the pathetic state of my face.

I smirked nonetheless.

“Which one of you wants to go first?” I let the challenge hang in the air for a moment. “You know what, never mind. All of you, come together.”

I meant it.