The Guidebook for Villainesses - chapter-167
Time went by slowly. The Emperor died and hundreds of knights rushed to
retrieve his body. After the knights let out a series of onslaughts on
the Emperor’s killer, the demon of the Hell Corps collapsed. His
grinning smile persisted on his face even as he died.
At that moment, the knights were all thinking the same thing. They must
retreat. Fighting in disorder on such a vast land was too disadvantageous
for the human encampment.
“Get inside the rampart! We have to fight inside!”
A knight covered with demon’s blood shouted out loudly, his voice
drowned out by the noisy battlefield. More demons appeared after tearing
apart and being covered in the blood of the demonic beasts, their numbers
The average soldier could not keep up with the strength and speed of the
demons. And even if they were lucky enough for their attacks to hit, it
was still difficult to kill the demons because of their large sizes.
A young knight ran with his teeth clenched toward the knight of the
Emperor, who was in a state of disbelief on the front line. The young
knight hit him with his body.
“Get a grip! We need to get inside the rampart! Are you planning to die
It was not an action that a mere knight could do to the Emperor’s guard
commander, though no one took issue with it.
Barely coming to his senses, the old knight looked back. There were no
demonic beasts left, only demons slaughtering humans after appearing from
the demonic beasts’ stomachs.
The old knight breathed heavily and said.
“Retreat into the rampart. Focus on defense! Go tell them! Take this
and go tell them!”
The old knight handed his sword to the young knight who hit him.
“Why are you giving this to me?”
“Go tell them. Retreat as far as you can to protect the soldiers. If
the demons try to enter the rampart, do not try to rescue the rest. Just
seal off the city.”
The old knight smacked the young knight’s helmet. The young knight
turned around and ran. His voice that was telling the other people to
retreat and go inside grew farther and farther away.
The old knight held his comrade’s sword in his hand in place of his
own—a sword of a knight who rushed and died alongside a demon after the
“For the Emperor!”
The old knight raised his sword and ran forward. Countless people stood
in front of demon troops with the determination to not let even a single
demon in. The guard commander, his comrades, and the retired-bound
knights advanced with their backs to the fortress.
Isadora was on top of the rampart. Despite Sebastian’s earnest request
not to come out because of the danger, she did not falter, saying that
she could do nothing unless she saw the battlefield in person.
The Emperor died. Hot tears formed in Isadora’s eyes. Though her tears
did not flow, the mercenaries protecting her could hear her rough and
“Madam, please allow us to go to the battlefield.”
The wolves said.
“Please, Madam. We will help retrieve His Imperial Majesty’s body.”
The intensity of war had reached every corner of the vast battlefield,
but the place where the Emperor’s body was at seemed to be particularly
disadvantageous. If left alone, all of the Emperor’s knights might die.
The captain of the mercenary wolves walked forward. He was about the same
age as Isadora and had been by her side since he was young.
“Madam, just because we’re not from the Tarragon Empire doesn’t
mean we’ll let the Emperor have a funeral without a body.”
“You all could die.”
“We’re not knights. We’re just going to force our way in and clear
the path without fighting.”
“Is that as easy as you say?”
“The knights of the Hautean kingdom are ready.”
The mercenary captain pointed his finger down. The elite knights of the
Hautean Kingdom were in charge of defending the fortress gate, and they
were taking steps to go outside with piercing eyes.
“We will go with them. We have had experience working together when we
were hunting for the black sorcerers so you don’t have to worry.”
The captain of the mercenary wolves tapped Isadora on her shoulder.
At that moment, Isadora listened to the voices of many people—the
voices of the wolves begging to go to the battlefield knowing they might
die, the Emperor’s knights calling for retreat, the Hautean knights
telling the others to help the Imperial army and bringing in as many
people as possible inside, and a mournful cry.
The Emperor of Tarragon was Isadora’s friend, or rather, a bad
companion would have been more appropriate. The Emperor knew Isadora’s
youth, he was an adult who was both hated and respected by Isadora. She
knew that he would not live long but she did not expect his death to come
this early. She vaguely believed that he should have been seen off by
countless people on a large bed.
For a moment, Isadora gazed at the distant sky to hold back her tears.
Then, something caught her sight. On the other side of the battlefield, a
group of people was running down like bulls from the middle of the
It was such an ignorant charge. They were the Barbarians. With a ringing
sound coming from the ground, the Barbarians jumped into the middle of
the battlefield and began dealing with the demons.
Usually, just barely dealing with a huge demon would require dozens or
even hundreds of soldiers, but the Barbarians fought equally with numbers
fewer than that. Lampion in particular was very fierce, he jumped here
and there as though dancing with his huge halberd.
The wolves shouted with happy faces. With the Barbarians on the
battlefield, they could break through the path. With the Barbarians
charged in a rampage on the other side of the battlefield, the wolves and
the knights of Hautean could run out of this side. With that, they could
divide the Hell Corps.
Isadora opened her mouth.
“Send the wolves to the battlefield. Let them clear a path with the
knights of Hautean. And tell all the workers to look for Valentine.”
The wolves moved quickly at Isadora’s orders.
The mercenary wolves were the guards of the largest trading company and
the richest woman on the continent. They said that the reason they became
mercenaries was that they did not want to be soldiers or knights bound by
an individual, but in actuality, most of them were forced to become
mercenaries due to their low status. Still, their abilities were as good
as the knights of any other kingdom.
The wolves ran out of the gates with the royal knights of Hautean with
their mouths shut. They had only one goal. Piercing the way for the
Emperor’s knights to retreat.
Another strong wave of enemies increased on the chaotic battlefield. The
Imperial soldiers were sent back just as they were about to collapse from
exhaustion. And the knights of Hautean went on the spot.
A way out was opening.
The gates of hell had opened. A black, sticky fog filled the deep valley
of the Gorgon Mountain Range. The trees that grew on rocks, soil, and
cliffs, and the valley that flowed under them were now gone. Only black
fog remains, rising from the endless abyss.
Lara was looking at the demon worshippers that had gathered in the valley.
At first, there were only hundreds of them, but they quickly grew to the
thousands, and now, they had surpassed the tens of thousands. Describing
them as just ‘a lot’ was not enough. There were still many demon
worshippers moving toward Gorgon so it would be difficult to estimate
their total number if all of them had gathered there.
At first, Lara was curious about the reason why they worshiped demons,
and why they rejected humans and committed sins. She assumed that they
had some reason—rebellion against oppression or to avoid a poor and
But now she knew that reasons were not everything. There were countless
people with a hard life and a broken heart. Perhaps everyone who existed
in this land was living a hard and painful life. But that did not mean
all of them became demon worshippers.
Those demon worshippers were just villains. Lara clearly saw the faces of
those who sacrificed her alive in her previous life. After Prince Sidhar
became mad for power, he joined forces with those black sorcerers and
Sacrificing a human was an unforgivable sin. Even if it was something a
demon wanted, the burden of sin lay heavier toward the humans. A demon
was a beast born that way, the same could not be said about humans. Lara
shot a cold look at the demon worshippers that filled the valley.
“Master, it’s half-open.”
Vassago returned and reported to Lara. The gates of hell were not fully
opened yet. Still, despite being only half open, the atmosphere in the
land was murky as if hell had arrived. The acrid smell of ash and the
fishy smell of water was mixed from an unknown source.
“What happens when the gates are fully opened?”
“The owners of the Hell Corps will come over. Old demons that Valac
could not deal with will appear and invade this land.”
“How strong are they?”
“You can just think of them as dozens of demons like me.”
Vassago grinned and muttered. Lara was lost in thought for a moment and
asked him again.
“How long do you think it will take for the gates to open fully?”
“I don’t know that. The gates opening doesn’t just mean the
entrance gets bigger, it also tells us how many demons have come over to
Paimon nodded at Vassago’s explanation. This time, Lara asked Paimon.
“What’s the way to move from this side to there?”
“The Hell Corps just crawled up here from hell. If I were to go there,
do I just have to fall down that valley?”
Paimon also had a confused face. He was also a demon, when the gates of
hell opened, he only thought of the Hell Corps’ invasion of the human
land, he never imagined a scenario in which the humans would invade hell.
Lara was looking at him with a face questioning why he thought that was
“Go and test it.”
“Pardon? Test what?”
“Grab someone and throw them down. Check whether they fall to hell or
not. They should not fall from the sky or get burned with sulfur. So
check where and how they fall.”
“Since they love human sacrifice so much, tell them to sacrifice
themselves this time.”
Lara pointed her finger at the demon worshippers.
Paimon excitedly went down to catch them, saying that it would work.
Vassago remained next to Lara and asked, the look on his face seemed to
indicate that he was enjoying the situation very much.
“Are you going into hell? But the humans are retreating right now,
aren’t they? Preventing destruction with just human power is already
too much. Would that work? The demons are stronger in hell. You know
that, don’t you?”
“I know. I have thought of something ever since the day I heard that
the gates of hell are going to open here…”
“What is it?”
“Those demon worshippers.”
Lara raised her fingers again and pointed to the demon worshippers who
were gathered in the valley. On the day of her death in her previous
life, those who scorned her as she walked toward the altar as a
sacrifice, and those who wanted to offer the saintess alive to the demon,
they were just like them.
She did not know if they were worshiping a demon at that time. But she
could only be sure that those people were eventually influenced by demon
“I want to send them all to hell.”
Since they liked demons so much, I should let the demon worshippers live
Lara murmured in a cold voice.