The Disqualified Young Master Will Not Bow to the Villainous Female Lead

Chapter 21 Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill

Finally someone is here to take care of things.

This was the first thought in Faro's mind.

Just after hearing Vera's cry for help, he immediately sneaked into the Abyss.

Appeared beside Vera almost at the same time.

To his surprise, Celia was there too.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Celia is also an ice master, and she was admitted to Lucarea last year with her sponsorship.

It's not surprising that she appears in the Yongshuang Society.

Tsk.

Faro frowned slightly.

In that case, wouldn't Vera have to deal with her often?

According to the original plot, Celia will continue to date Fantine and will be the first to be included in Feng Aotian's harem, so Fantine will have more chances to meet Vera.

Ah... so annoying.

Let’s not think about these for now.

Faro leaned down and prepared to take the long knife back from the corpse's hand.

I don’t know what’s wrong with this person.

Why did you suddenly go crazy?

The moment Faro touched him with his finger, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake.

That long-lost feeling came over me again.

The spiritual consciousness seemed to be attracted and swept across the entire body of the corpse.

This is... the feeling you get when absorbing the alien demon.

But there is no profound aura in his body at all?

Faro's eyes suddenly became serious.

The spiritual thoughts spread out like a big net, sweeping across this empty shell that had long lost its soul.

[He is ready to fight, this is a declaration of duel...]

This is.....

It is the memory of this man named "Harold".

There was a voice echoing in his mind.

No, it's some kind of obsession.

As Faro continued to dig deeper, more memories and thoughts in his mind at that time emerged.

...

Hot air and surging crowds of people.

Today is the day for the society to welcome new mages, and I am a volunteer.

The noise in the air gave me a headache, so I handed my work over to the new student brought by Celie, what’s his name…

Oh yes, Fantine.

Then I walked to the treatment room by myself, holding on to the wall. Along the way, the noise in my head became louder and louder.

My mood became more and more irritable.

The white magician on duty in the clinic said that there was nothing wrong with him. "If you still feel uncomfortable, you can rest here for a while."

The teacher's tone was very calm, but I always felt as if he was provoking me.

Lying in bed with my eyes closed did not relax my body and mind, but made me more anxious.

My chest felt like a furnace with a fire burning inside.

If I don't vent this anger, I won't be able to find peace.

When did I start to be like this?

Was it the social gathering with the Chronology School last week? At the social gathering, the second-year female mage looked at me with contempt, so I was so angry that I even crushed the wine glass.

No, it's not, it's even earlier.

It should have been a month ago, at the charity ball in the Ring of Arcane, I met Senator Crest in the bathroom.

I wanted to go up and ask for an autograph, but he glared at me angrily.

Since then, I can't seem to calm down.

His mind was full of wild and bloodthirsty thoughts.

Those voices grew louder and louder, and increasingly controlled my mind. I was afraid that I would really do something irrational, so I had been staying alone before.

But I need the credits I get from this volunteer work to exchange for spiritual materials so that I can continue my research.

Damn...my damn subject and tutor.

The mentor's sarcastic voice echoed in his ears again, further stirring up his anger.

The noise of the restless crowd seemed to echo in my mind.

Boundless anger accumulated in my heart.

I really want to behead all these bitches and watch their bright red blood splatter all over the faces of the people around me.

After the lambs were stunned for a moment, they let out a shrill cry and then ran away in all directions.

Yes, that's right, don't leave any head on the neck of these scum.

I will turn today's recruitment day into a battle royale and make blood red the only theme of the Eternal Frost Palace.

After killing this group of freshmen, he went on to kill his own mentor.

Yes, just do it!

So he stood up and quietly took out an axe from the storage room of the clinic.

【This arrogant elf just provoked you. 】

Then without thinking, he slashed at the white magician's back.

A large amount of blood spurted out.

At this moment, all the sounds that made him uneasy disappeared!

awesome!

Harold's face showed the joy of a good harvest.

Then, I heard someone whispering in my ear.

【Don't worry about being hurt by this elf's spell. 】

Yes, He loves blood.

Whether it is the enemy or your own blood.

From now on, use the axe to kill every living thing I see, aiming at the neck, and do not be afraid.

He despises cowards.

The hot, sweet and delicious blood flowed into my mouth.

At this moment, Harold seemed to have found the meaning of his life!

Later, we will ask the new students to pile up the severed heads and pray to Him.

His divine power and boundless wrath have blessed me, and I am the most valiant warrior!

Everything in Harold's perspective was turning red.

Those with scarlet marks on their heads are His favorite prey.

After a fierce fight, Harold walked out of the clinic dragging an axe.

I turned around and saw Celia and Vera.

They have scarlet marks on their heads.

The excitement made the hand holding the axe tremble slightly...

Ah, thank the goddess of luck.....No, how can that inferior false god be compared with Him?

The more you cut, the more blessings you will receive.

He will protect himself with cruel holy words. His desire for killing is rising, and any living thing that appears before him will only make him angry.

"Harold...?"

"Well, I'm here."

What happened next was something Faro had seen before.

Faro half-knelt where he was, and the fingers had just touched him, so the memory transfer took only a few seconds.

The knife wasn't even picked up yet.

But he couldn't calm down for a long time.

What on earth is this???

He immediately snatched the knife from his hand and stood up quickly.

He looked at the corpse twice with lingering fear.

I originally thought that this person was simply seeking revenge against society, or that he was a humanoid creature bred by a corrupt wizard.

What he never expected was that he was actually a living person half an hour ago.

And why was his change of mindset so strange?

I remember it was because I was glared at by a congressman named Kleist at a charity dinner.

What the hell is going on?

"Master Faro, I'm so sorry. Skirt: six nine four nine" three six one three five"

The old voice awakened the shocked Faro.

He looked up.

It was the old man who had mediated between him and the counselor yesterday, and who had also picked him up with Milgrom when he first arrived.

His name is Alvis.

By the way, was there anyone else who was a congressman among those two who came to pick me up?

"Once again, I have shown you the failure of our school."

Alvis looked apologetic.

"Ramston Harold, his tutor was too harsh on him, so he planned to take revenge on his students today."

"We found this plan of revenge written in his bedroom."

As he spoke, he took out a tattered notebook.

No, he never thought of revenge from the beginning in his memory.

The idea of ​​killing people came to him after the unknown voice echoed in his mind.

"Oh, what a poor and pathetic child."

Alvis's face sank with regret.

"Thank you for organizing his revenge, Master Farlow. We will take him away now."

He then gave orders to the guards to put him on a stretcher and cover his entire body with a white cloth.

These old guys...