The Villain's Story

Chapter 434  [434] Battle Fest(2)

"..."

Sabrina looked at the tournament brackets on her phone, and a sinister smile crept up.

[Participant: Sabrina Wellington, Affiliation: Wellington Family, Twilight.

Contestant Number: 413, Division number: 7.]

"kukuku..."

Her actions completely betrayed what she was known as, and had even shown to be.

She was acting different from her usual, poised self. Completely different.

One would wonder what the reason for this abrupt change was.

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It was the fact that her division held the one person she wanted to beat the absolute shit out of....

Her malicious eyes gazed at the poor soul, 'her target'.

[Participant: George Drakmor, Affiliation: Drakmor family, World Government.

Contestant number: 414,Division: 7.]

He was in the same division as her... and right next to her.

Her first fight in the battle fest would be against that son of a bitch.

"Thank you grandpa."

She knew who manipulated the brackets in order for her to be able to have this encounter.

It was none other than her grandfather, who pulled some strings to make this happen.

And for that, she thanked him. She should probably give him a gift as well later on.

"Now...How do I make you suffer?"

One question was surely in the mind of everyone...What did the dude do that made her so angry? That made her want to absolutely fuck him over?

The answer was simple, he had tried to sexually assault her. This had happened quite a while back before her admission into Shield, about a year before it actually. The Drakmor family had paid a visit to the Wellington estate. And this had happened during that time where Sabrina was still a newly awakened and struggled to control her mana.

What the bastard had done was...get influenced by his Drake Bloodline and look for any potential mate his age.

Yes, you read that right.

The drake bloodline was a 'feisty' one. It was more eager to do the deed than even rabbits in heat.

Older members of the Drakmor family, who didn't have as pure of a bloodline had managed to control this troublesome attribute of their bloodline...But that wasn't the same for George.

Not only did he have a bloodline concentration second only to that of Ragnar Drakmor, the Patriarch of the Drakmor family and their progenitor...He was also young.

At the ripe old age where his hormones were also influencing his body, the young drakmor failed to control his bloodline urges and actually took a go at Sabrina, who at the time was wondering what the fuck he was doing when he had barged into her room.

If not for her darkness mana erupting forth and stopping the lustful George, she might have been a victim of underage assault.

It was indeed a trauma for her, who was still suffering from the effects of the awakening.

That event had also soured the relationship the Wellington's had with the Drakmor family, which did recover when Ragnar had come and reportedly beat George to a pulp for his indecent actions and apologized for being too lenient with him.

Nevertheless, Sabrina didn't forget it. That event was also one of the major reasons why she needed a bodyguard for herself in Shield, Lucas was one as well but let's not discuss that. Lucas is a changed man now.

What made the situation worse was that George had no remorse for what had happened. Granted it had been his bloodline taking the lead, but his simple response to the situation was.

'It happened, what can we do now? Just forget it.'

That response was also followed by him continuing his indecent actions, not against Sabrina but others. Mingling with prostitutes of the Capitol and whoever he could whenever Ragnar was away.

That had earned him the nickname "The Lustful Drakmor".

Sabrina absolutely despised him. Even more than her hate against Lucas, which had lessened during her time in Shield. Lucas was a changed man after all.

Her hate on George however continued to grow...

And now was the most opportune moment for her to make him regret everything.

Punishment or scorn from the Drakmor? She was the Wellington Princess! Her family alone was enough to warrant no such punishment. And besides, the Drakmor family wouldn't do anything!

Because Ragnar Drakmor had already promised her that if she could beat him, she could do anything she wanted to get her revenge.

Although this may be considered Hubris on Ragnar's part...who could blame him? His bloodline of the Fire Drake had allowed him to become the strongest awakened in the world! George, who had the second more pure bloodline in his family...was strong. Incredibly strong.

It wasn't wrong for Ragnar to believe that Sabrina wouldn't be able to defeat George...It wasn't wrong at all. Without a bloodline of equivalent or greater strength, it would prove to be hard to defeat the young Drakmor.

But Sabrina was confident she could, she had mastered mana application and had even studied the books third year at shield's were studying! She was well accomplished and certainly capable.

Now, the only question left was did she think George had changed? From the rumors, certainly not.

Did she care?

Nope, she didn't give a damn.

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 [Capitol, Red Light District, Entrance.]

"Achoo!"

A fair skinned red haired youth sneezed. He was quite tall, standing at a height of 6 foot four inches, with a well built body. robust physique. He was dressed in casual clothes and possessed quite a handsome face. Maybe the rank of his charm stat was B...even A.

Such a young man seemed to be so elegant and pure...

"Fucking hell."

He was anything but.

"Which bitch is it this time?"

Although his voice was quite pleasant to hear, the words it was speaking were not.

The young man was of course none other than George Drakmor, who had visited the Red light district in order to have some fun.

The thought in his mind was.

'Which prostitute or bitch is cursing me now?'

This was a common occurrence for him. Whenever he sneezed he always thought someone he fucked(either literally or fucked over) was cursing at him behind his back.

"ah, fuck it."

He decided to dismiss it and entered the red light district, eager to actually do the deed.

He had been training for quite a while now, he hadn't even left his room. His bloodline was making his hormones go wild.

And by wild, really wild.

"Hmmm...Who today? Lia, Maggie?"

As he was thinking of whom he should choose to fuck...his nose picked up a foul smell.

He stopped abruptly, sniffing.

"Sniff..."

His heightened senses smelled something incredibly foul. Without a second of delay, his seemingly normal eyes transformed into the eyes of a reptile.

'Such a vulgar scent...'

He thought the smell was worse than even the smell of shit...It was something he had smelled before.

Demon.

He thought, and acted as part of the crowd in order to locate the demon with the foul scent.

His eyes glanced at many people, finally, he had pinpointed the location of the foul demon.

And then, in the blink of an eye, his feet released an intense, concentrated flame akin to the engine of a jet and he rushed at the demon's location.

It was like he teleported!

Strangely enough, his flames didn't hurt the crowd, it wasn't even felt by them. All they felt was the gust of wind that accompanied his

flight. "There you are."

George said as he caught sight of a hooded figure in an alleyway, the figure's physique suggested it was a female.

"Come here!"

As soon as he was in range, he extended his hand coated in fire and caught the neck(?) of the figure.

"...?"

He had caught something...He felt the feeling of having gripped flesh but it was only for a moment.

Only for a moment, and then it disappeared into black smoke.

"..."

George landed on the ground, wondering what had just happened...The foul smell was still here but the one who exuded it had run away.

"Meh, my family will probably take care of it."

He just concluded that he would report when he returned home.