The Villain Wants to Die Today chapter 9

If Ethan kills the gray wolf that was resurrected after dying once at the hands of the Crown Prince…….

“Ethan needs a dramatic title. So resurrect with a stronger body.”

Because if the gray wolf that Ethan is supposed to kill disappears, the stepping stone for him to be called a hero will vanish.

Ethan, the very person who handled the gray wolf that was resurrected once more despite dying by the Crown Prince’s hands.

He thought a narrative of that degree would be sufficient.

“However, my Lord, what is resurrection? How do you do that?”

……However, he had never imagined that the gray wolf, referred to as the leader of the monsters, would be this stupid.

Fel tried his best to manage his flustered face and scowled.

“……You can’t do something like resurrection? Being born again.”

“Ah……. Such a thing is something only the Monster King, Amulas, can do, my Lord.”

Fel smirked at Asnel’s words.

“King? A bunch of trivial things sitting around playing rank games. Then there must be a Monster Emperor too.”

“How did you know? As expected, there is no one who can match my Lord’s knowledge.”

“…….”

Fel was rendered speechlessly dumbfounded.

Without knowing that, Asnel began spitting out useless words.

Looking extremely passionate, as if he was going to tell him everything about the demon realm.

“Above a leader like me, there is a king. After that is the emperor, then in order are devils and archdevils, and…….”

“Stop, stop.”

In conclusion, it meant that Asnel could not do something like resurrection.

Honestly, Fel thought that someone of Asnel’s caliber would be able to resurrect easily.

In the novel’s content, instances where monsters killed by Ethan resurrected were rampant.

That too must have been a cliché to show Ethan’s greatness, though.

“……Then did those monsters all have ranks above a king? Does that mean that dried-up kid grows that much?”

Fel slammed his fist onto the desk, taking a cynical view of this absurd situation.

The documents stacked high scattered across the floor.

“What do I have to do to resurrect a bastard like you?”

It was something he had done without a backward glance, driven solely by the single thought of wanting to die.

Why on earth would a guy called the leader of the monsters die so easily?

Fel clicked his tongue, glaring at Asnel for no reason.

“Weak bastard.”

“…….”

Fel flopped back down onto his office chair.

When a quiet silence had passed for barely a few minutes, this time, dark smoke billowed up from behind his back.

“Resurrection? Tee-hee, I want to do it too!”

“I want to do it!”

“I want to do it, I want to do it!”

The bizarre and noisy sounds belonged to the souls that Felio had devoured.

Fel felt a headache that seemed ready to split his head open and rolled his eyes wildly.

His eyes, with pupils greatly dilated from annoyance, directed toward his back.

The souls that met his sharp gaze gradually quieted down.

The tactless bastard who shouted ‘I want to do it!’ until the very end finally shut his mouth after receiving a round of harsh curses.

Around the time the chaotic atmosphere completely settled down, a certain person’s name surfaced in Fel’s mind.

The name of a certain soul who might know the method of resurrection.

“Triel.”

The moment he uttered that name out loud, a soul appeared.

A man covering his face with a black cloth stood side by side next to Asnel.

“My Lord.”

When he was eighteen years old, Felio had collected the soul of an assassin who came to kill him.

Befitting someone who would do anything as long as money was given, he possessed a vast amount of information.

Felio in the novel did not pay any attention to the soul of the person named Triel.

Whether he found the fact that the man came to kill him atrocious, he neither annihilated him nor used him as a subordinate.

It must have meant for him to just quietly cower in the corner.

However, since he was possessed into this body, he didn’t want to do such a foolish thing.

He decided to throw away minor emotions and move solely for his objective.

In order to lead this world according to the novel’s content, he had to restore the things he messed up back to their proper places.

Resurrecting Asnel.

That was the first objective Fel decided on.

“Is there a way to resurrect a dead soul?”

Triel’s eyes sparkled brilliantly.

Though he was someone whose eyes were the only thing visible as he covered his face with a black cloth, he took off the cumbersome thing covering his face and dropped to one knee before Fel.

He seemed delighted that there was finally work to do.

“There is a method, but it will merely become a corpse moving without consciousness.”

At the words that it would become a corpse moving without consciousness, Asnel snapped his head up.

Then, stomping his feet, he muttered that such a life was worse than not living, making Fel almost draw his sword.

No matter how one looked at it, wasn’t a monster’s display of affection quite sickening?

Fel tried his best to retract his hand directed at the scabbard and bit his lip tightly.

Because it would be troublesome for him as well if it became a corpse moving without consciousness.

Around the time Fel was racking his brain, Triel opened his mouth once more.

It was accompanied by a fishy smile.

“However, such a thing is work performed by those foolish priests who believe in Eurasia. How is becoming a living corpse itself considered resurrection?”

“…….”

“There is a way to resurrect with one’s original complete strength and thoughts.”

Fel looked at Triel without the slightest change in expression.

When he remained silent without saying anything, Triel scratched his cheek and asked cautiously:

“A-Are you not curious?”

“I am curious.”

“Then why aren’t you asking?”

Fel was reminded of the Empress.

To be precise, the Empress who gave birth to Felio by utilizing Kareb.

If a new life could be created through black magic, wouldn’t it be possible to revive a dead existence as well?

“Because I think I know what it is.”

“…….”

“It’s black magic, isn’t it?”

Triel opened his eyes wide and trembled like an aspen leaf.

Just as he wondered what nonsensical talk he was about to spout again, the man clapped his hands and approached the front of Fel.

“How……! As expected, there is no one who can match my Lord’s knowledge.”

How could every single one of the collected souls have such great love for their lord?

Fel thought so and let out a sigh.

Yet, he felt relieved deep down.