Raising Villains the Right Way

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[Exactly ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍as I said. That is the power of Abominable Blood. More precisely, it is the power of the second child.]

“The ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍second child?”

[Yes.]

At ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Wanderer’s calm reply, Alon pondered briefly before speaking.

“Just ‍​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍in case, could you tell me about Abominable Blood?”

[About Abominable Blood.]

“Yes. Even just what you know would be fine.”

Wanderer fell into thought for a moment.

[To be honest, there isn’t much that I know clearly. The only thing I can really tell you is about the process of Abominable Blood’s birth.]

“Its birth?”

[Yes.]

And then she began speaking about Abominable Blood.

[Before I start, let me ask something. Do you know that Abominable Blood was originally a divine-blood?]

“I’ve heard that much before.”

[...............Then I’ve practically already told you most of the story.]

Wanderer hummed thoughtfully.

After remaining silent for some time, she spoke again.

[As you already know, the purpose of the divine-bloods that exist here is fundamentally the same.]

“......You’re talking about becoming a god?”

[That’s right. Of course, there are unusual cases like me, or those who have no interest in becoming a true god in the first place, but generally speaking, the goal of divine-bloods is to become a god.]

“......Did the divine-blood who became Abominable Blood have a different objective?”

At Alon’s question, the answer he received was unexpected.

[No?]

“Then......”

[As far as I know, Abominable Blood was more desperate than anyone to become a god. I even heard that it never hesitated to do underhanded things.]

“......I see.”

[Did you have a reason for believing otherwise?]

“No. It just sounded like the story was heading toward, ‘The divine-blood was different from the others.’ Apparently not.”

[As I said, it’s the opposite. They say Abominable Blood came closer than anyone to actually becoming a true god.]

“......It came right to the brink of becoming a true god?”

[Yes.]

Without pausing, Wanderer continued.

[You know this already, don’t you? This continent is a seedbed for creating a god, and unless a god is born, the same events repeat endlessly.]

“I do.”

[Abominable Blood could have broken that cycle from the very beginning. The primordial victor, whom no one properly remembers anymore, was Abominable Blood. But as you can see—]

“......It didn’t become a god?”

[That’s right.]

Wanderer closed her mouth briefly as though organizing her thoughts.

Then she continued.

[It never became a god.]

“......Do you know why?”

[No. No one knows why it refused to become a god.]

“Why not?”

[Isn’t it obvious? Think carefully about what it means for a divine-blood to obtain the opportunity to become a god.]

“Ah.”

Alon let out a sigh of realization.

As Wanderer had said, for a divine-blood to obtain the chance to become a god meant that every other divine-blood in existence had already disappeared.

When Alon nodded in understanding, Wanderer continued.

[That’s why no one knows why it refused. But one thing is certain. The moment it chose not to become a god, it also chose to remain on the surface.]

”Remain on the surface?”

[Every divine-blood returns to the heavens upon death. If no god appears, they restore themselves according to the laws and repeat the same actions once conditions are met. But Abominable Blood was different.]

”.....”

[Abominable Blood remained on the surface. We don’t know how or why, but that much was certain. And immediately afterward, it began restraining the divine-bloods.]

“......Restraining them?”

[Yes. So that none of us could become a god. Perhaps—]

Wanderer paused briefly before continuing.

[—as though it wished for this world to repeat its cycle forever.]

“....”

[That is everything I know about the birth of Abominable Blood.]

After a brief silence, Alon continued questioning her.

“Then what are Abominable Blood’s children?”

[Exactly what they sound like. Those who inherited the power of Abominable Blood.]

“......Those who inherited its power?”

[Didn’t I tell you? That Abominable Blood interfered with the divine-bloods.]

“You did.”

[When it interfered with the divine-bloods, it wasn’t Abominable Blood itself that appeared. It was its four sons and daughters who inherited its power.]

As Alon quietly sank into thought, Wanderer cleared her throat.

[That’s all I know. And as I said before, what you brought is the ability of the second child.]

At her words, Alon glanced at the flask before placing it back into his pocket.

“Thank you for telling me.”

[It’s nothing.]

Immediately afterward—

[More importantly, since you’ve come all this way, I assume you’ve already heard the story. May I talk about my side of things now?]

“Go ahead.”

Alon nodded.

“I’ve heard that all the divine-bloods are going to fall.”

[That’s correct. Though we’ve managed to buy a little time.]

“Bought time?”

[Yes. For some reason, the shattered heavens stabilized slightly.]

Though it’s only a few months at best, she added before continuing.

[In any case, we’ve gained a little more time.]

“Just in case I ask, is there any way to stop the divine-bloods that are descending?”

[No. There isn’t.]

“Not even one?”

[No. I can say that with certainty.]

“That’s not easy.”

As Alon let out a sigh, Wanderer continued.

[But that doesn’t mean the worst-case scenario is guaranteed. At least not if we prepare properly.]

“......Prepare?”

[Yes. Preparation.]

Wanderer continued speaking.

Some time later.

[Then I’ll leave it in your hands. It seems my time is almost up.]

“......Was there a time limit?”

[There’s definitely more freedom than last time, but yes.]

As though she had finished saying everything she needed to say, Wanderer continued.

[We’ll probably meet face to face next time. Ah, and let me add one more thing.]

“......You still have something to say?”

[It’s only a concern of mine, but—]

She left Alon with a final piece of advice.

“Is that really true?”

[It’s only a hypothesis, but I hope you’ll confirm it. As I said, if I’m right, it might become the first step in our preparations.]

“Understood.”

With those words, she disappeared.

Soon after, with the room completely silent once more, Alon left.

Following Yuman’s suggestion that he stay and rest for a day, he decided to remain in Rosario.

“So what exactly did you hear?”

The moment he entered the surprisingly spacious room prepared through the consideration of Yuman and Yutia, Evan asked.

Recalling Wanderer’s words, Alon answered.

“She told me to prepare.”

“Prepare?”

“Yes.”

Wanderer had told Alon three major things.

The first was that the divine-bloods would descend in less than a year—a fact Alon had already more or less guessed.

The second was that although all divine-bloods would descend, their initial numbers would be surprisingly small.

”Small?”

“Yes. Apparently only around ten will descend at first.”

”What? Ten?”

“Yes.”

“That’s it?”

“For the second stage.”

At Alon’s answer, Evan made a strange expression.

“No, isn’t ten manageable?”

Evan’s question was reasonable.

After all, he had personally witnessed swarms of first-stage divine-bloods.

Compared to that, ten did not sound like a large number.

Yet Alon couldn’t view it so lightly because of what Wanderer had added.

’Remember this, Star Eater. Those who descend from now on are different from the incomplete ones you’ve fought so far.’

.......That much stronger?

’Even if every divine-blood currently on the surface joined forces, it would still be impossible to oppose the divine-bloods—no, the Karmas that are about to descend.’

Those ten possess that much power?

The Alon within his memories asked.

Wanderer remained silent briefly.

Then—

’..............It seems my explanation was lacking.’

She muttered to herself.

Then firmly declared:

’Let me be clear, Star Eater. I’m not talking about ten of them. I’m talking about what a single Karma descending from now on is capable of doing.’

That was what she had said.

Remembering those words, Alon thought of the final third fact she had revealed.

‘......At least the one saving grace is that those of the next stage will remain sealed for a certain period even after descending to the surface.’

Watching Alon suddenly fall silent, Evan tilted his head before apparently grasping the atmosphere.

“Just asking, but are those ten perhaps several hundred times stronger than the current divine-bloods or something along those lines?”

He finally voiced the question.

“Surprisingly, that’s fairly close to the truth.”

“.....That’s really not easy then. At that point, isn’t it beyond the level of something that preparation can solve?”

At Evan’s question, Alon replied,

“Perhaps not. Assuming what I heard is true.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Recalling Wanderer’s words, Alon continued.

“And once we return to the territory, I think I’ll need to head straight to the Empire.”

“....The Empire?”

“Yes. I was planning to go anyway, but...”

Muttering that there was something he needed to confirm, Alon briefly recalled Wanderer’s final words.

“By the way, where’s Penia?”

Alon suddenly asked.

He had been so focused on his conversation with Wanderer that he hadn’t noticed.

And as if she had been waiting for that exact question—

“I’m right here.”

Penia entered the room.

There was a strange sense of resolve about her.

“Where were you?”

“Ah, I was outside thinking about something for a bit.”

After answering Alon’s question, Penia spoke again.

“Lord Alon.”

“What is it?”

“Would rubbing noses be acceptable?”

“What???”

***

Around the time Penia became so nervous that she accidentally blurted out nonsense—

Inside the room Alon had left behind, where no one else remained.

[............I wondered who had called me. So it was you.]

“Yes~ I didn’t particularly want to talk, but I had something to say.”

Wanderer, who had disappeared after exhausting the time she could manifest in that manner, looked at a young girl—

No.

[Honestly, after peeking into Sironia’s memories, I had a feeling we’d end up speaking.]

As she looked at Yutia Bloodia.

[The daughter of Abominable Blood.]

She spoke those words.

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