I'll Become a Villainess That Will Go Down in History

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Author’s Note: This chapter features some grotesque depictions of violence.

T/N: Today I’d like to thank my Cookie Donor, Marleen! Thanks for the sweets~! ❤

Alicia suddenly seems like a stranger to me. Her eyes are so bloodthirsty…. I’ve never seen such a murderous look before. It makes me feel like my blood has been replaced with ice in my veins.

“F*ck. This b*tch–!” bellows the leader-like thug as he takes a swing at Alicia.

…..Wait, Ali? She’s gone. I was staring right at her but she just vanished.

I look around wildly but then I see her. Somehow, in that instant, she managed to circle around the leader and is now standing right behind him. I lost track of her for literally a second. I don’t know how she was able to move that fast.

The other two thugs seem to be just as amazed as I am. They’re frozen in place and dumbly staring at her. They don’t seem to understand what just happened either.

“I’ll kill you last,” Alicia murmurs sadistically into the leader’s ear from behind, the corners of her mouth raised in a vicious smirk.

That smile sends shivers down my spine. It’s a smile devoid of reason. And those eyes. They’re crazed and locked on her prey.

Before the thug can turn to face her, she jumps lightly, gracefully, and smashes him with a roundhouse kick. Her foot connects solidly with the back of his head. Despite her small frame and the move being midair, the kick carries an incredible force. The man staggers forward as Alicia lands nimbly on the ground.

Her movements are lithe and smooth, just like a cat. I can’t believe how good her balance is even with her arms still tied behind her back.

“Gilles, can you untie these ropes?” Alicia asks, darting over to me. She turns around and presents her arms.

Somehow I find the strength to struggle into a sitting position and then I hastily grab at the rope to start working on the knots. The rope binds her arms tightly from elbow to wrist, wrenching her shoulders backward and digging into her skin. They must have tied it in this crisscrossing pattern because it makes it impossible for her to move her arms…..

My fingers fumble clumsily at the ropes, pain cascading down my arms each time they move… But I ignore it. I just keep pulling and pulling, ramping up the pressure until I can barely tolerate it anymore.

As I think that, an overwhelming wave of terror shoots through me.

Fear and adrenaline course through me, pushing my strength to the limit. I pull with everything I have and nearly cry out in relief when I feel the ropes loosen slightly.

“Don’t get cocky! You stupid b*tch!” roars the biggest man. He lunges towards Alicia from behind, brandishing his sword.

“Alicia!! Look out!!” I screech.

But Alicia merely turns her head casually to look behind her. Almost as if in slow motion, I see… something… fly out from her mouth.

And then a moment later the man is crying out and scrabbling at his eye.

Blood is oozing out between his fingers. It almost looks like tears as it flows from his eye and down his face in a thick red trail.

The man wobbles, his head bobbing around like he’s lightheaded while he continues to claw at his eye. After a moment he pulls a small object out of it and then whips it to the ground.

Did Alicia break a tooth?

“You mother… f*cker….!!!” the thug howls, gripping his sword in both hands as hard as he can and glowering at Alicia. His muscles bulge and twitch, the veins protruding, snakelike. His arms are at least three times bigger than hers.

The other two…. wait, where did the third thug go? I don’t see him—

“…..Hss.”

At the sound, my head whips back toward Alicia just in time to see her grimacing slightly and forcing her arms apart. I hear a snapping and then the ropes fall to the ground. In their place, angry, bloody lacerations line her skin.

From the amount of blood and the purple-ish discoloration, I can tell just how tightly they must have been bound. But Alicia doesn’t seem to care. With her arms now free, she just rolls her shoulders a bit, one side of her mouth quirking up in an ominous smirk.

Seeing her smiling in this sort of situation…. sends a cold sweat dripping down my back.

The thugs must be feeling apprehensive as well, since they don’t hesitate anymore. They just charge straight towards Alicia. It’s literally the most idiotic thing you can do when you’re backed into a corner. But what was I expecting? These goons definitely aren’t the brains of the operation.

As the men rush forward, I train my eyes on Alicia. I strain to see her movements this time.

But even so, I see nothing. She vanishes in an instant, and the next thing I see she’s standing behind the two men and holding one of their swords.

….Is she trying to utilize her physique to the best advantage I wonder? Her stature is already quite small, but she’s lowering her body even further towards the floor and seems to be using that to stay in the thugs’ blind spots.

I always knew that Alicia had good reflexes, but I never imagined that her physical abilities were this good.

Her battle sense is simply unbelievable. Using the the blind-spot created by maiming the biggest thug’s eye, she was able to dodge around them and even draw the leader’s sword from its sheath at his waist as she went. That’s not the sort of thing I would expect from a villainess. That’s the move of a queen. A warrior queen ready to lead her troops into battle from the front lines.

She can adapt to any situation and calmly make good judgments…. on top of having unparalleled physical prowess, exceptional beauty, and uncanny magical abilities…. She’s simply remarkable.

She’s going to become a legend…. I can say that with utter conviction.

Despite being in somewhat of a dire situation here, I can feel my tense muscles relaxing a bit. I think I might actually be smiling right now.

To think that I’m the assistant of such an amazing person.

As I’m sitting there in awe, the two thugs are also standing there frozen. They must be at a loss for what to do.

But then a shadowy figure appears behind Alicia. The third thug. He tears through the door, brandishing an ax above his head as he barrels straight towards her.

Alicia had noticed his bloodlust even before I saw him. She deftly executes a back handspring, narrowly avoiding the ax’s blade as the man surges past. She spins around just as the man regains his balance but before he can fully raise his ax, a blade is sticking out of his chest. Alicia had stabbed him right through the heart.

I’m completely rapt. Her movements are so graceful, so beautiful, that I can’t take my eyes away.

That man hadn’t been able to defend himself at all. He just made a surprised, choked gurgle and then collapsed on the ground.

It’s a shame, really. He’d gone through all the trouble of going to get that ax from somewhere, but it was absolutely no help at all.

It seems that Alicia was able to pierce his heart in one go.

Unbelievable…. That’s something that even professional killers have difficulty doing, but a 13-year-old girl was able to succeed on her first try.

All my pain is seemingly gone as I focus all my attention on Alicia.

With blood spattering her face and clothes, she leisurely stoops to take the ax from the dead man’s hands and then she turns to face me.

My heart stutters as her madness filled eyes meet mine and she grins at me.

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Switching gears here a bit…. There seems to have been a lot of discontent when Alicia was captured…. so? What do ya’ll think? Did this not make up for it?

P.S. Sorry to you guys who aren’t a big fan of gore…. I’ve always wanted to try translating something actiony…! So I might have gotten caught up in the moment and had a bit too much with this chapter I think I might have made things a bit more explicit than they needed to be haha…. Hopefully that didn’t ruin this epic chapter for you!