Everyone Wants Me Dead: The Villain Lord's Survival Diary

Chapter 59 – Assassination of the Holy See

Looking at the charming little maid, Sylvie couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. If he kissed her, and she started practicing her instruments on him again, would he even get any sleep tonight?

Could he really hold back?

Amitabha, Sylvie decisively pretended to be asleep.

"Snore... snore..."

"Hmph..."

The little maid pouted, grumbling unhappily, her eyes filled with a resentful gaze as she watched him feign sleep with closed eyes.

She puffed her cheeks, wriggled her body, and lay on Sylvie's chest, planting a kiss on his lips. Feeling it wasn't enough, she kissed him several more times in quick succession, finally satisfied, and with a flushed face, she snuggled back into the covers.

In truth, she had wanted to practice her instruments with her master, but Sister Lina had told her it wasn't good to do it every day, as it would tire him out.

Although Loli thought the young master seemed overly energetic... since Sister Lina said so, she dared not take it lightly.

After a moment of silence, Sylvie opened his eyes helplessly, glancing at the little maid nestled happily in his arms. He leaned down to kiss her forehead before emptying his mind and gradually drifting to sleep.

Moonlight spilled through the large hole in the roof, gently casting its glow on the two nestled together.

Loli lay with her eyes wide open, her face flushed, gazing dreamily at Sylvie's profile.

She watched for a long, long time.

...

Late at night, a dozen or so shadowy figures appeared at the gates of Winterfell City.

All of them wore black robes with hoods, carrying weapon packs on their backs.

The night wind lifted the corner of a black robe, revealing the standard armor inside and a red dragon emblem.

"Who goes there?"

By the weak light of the torches, the guards on the city wall spotted the group.

The black-robed figures said nothing, pulling grappling hooks from their weapon packs and hurling them up the ten-meter-high city wall.

Seeing the situation, the guards tried to cut the ropes with their swords, but the ropes, made of some unknown material, were as tough as metal.

The guards couldn't cut through them quickly, and the black-robed figures, using the explosive power of their battle aura, climbed the wall with the grappling hooks, stabbing a sword into the back of a guard.

The other guards drew their swords to fight and sounded the wall's alarm.

"Someone's attacking the city!"

"Alert!"

However, the black-robed figures didn't waste time with the guards. After cutting down a few, they swiftly descended the wall, racing towards Winterfell Keep.

Their speed was incredible. The city guards had just notified the patrol inside the city when the intruders were already nearing the inner city of Winterfell.

But at that moment, an old man with sharp eyes and a hunched figure blocked their path.

"This road is closed."

Old Parker stood in the moonlight, a sword on his back, his gaze cold.

His long shadow stretched behind him, covering his small apothecary.

For a moment, the wide street was silent. The leader of the black-robed figures stepped forward, removing his hood to reveal a middle-aged face.

"Parker Lude, do you still recognize me?"

Old Parker's eyes narrowed, filled with astonishing hatred, his lips trembling as he spoke harshly:

"Wade Hawk? It's you..."

"That's right, Parker Lude."

The Templar Knight named Wade smiled elegantly and said:

"If it weren't for your eyes, I might not have recognized you. I didn't expect that in just a year or two, you've aged so much."

"Your wife's blood was truly useful. Now I feel stronger than ever, thanks to you, Parker."

As he spoke, the Templar Knight's eyes glowed with a chilling blue light, and the aura of a top-tier Earth Knight pressed forward.

He looked disdainfully at the hunched Parker, then sneered:

"I've been waiting for you to come for revenge, Alchemy Master Parker. But without a source of magic, how do you plan to take revenge on us?"

Parker's entire body trembled, his eyes turning blood-red with hatred and anger.

He reached into his coat pocket with a withered hand and pulled out a small box.

Opening the box, he revealed a red pill inside.

"I had planned to kill these Templar Knights before coming for you... but you came to me... revenge, you will see it..."

"I, guarantee it!"

His voice, low and hoarse, carried hatred and determination as it drifted on the night wind. Carefully, he took the red pill from the box and placed it in his mouth.

As Parker swallowed the pill, his body began to convulse unnaturally, the tearing pain making his figure appear even more hunched.

This was the result of two years of hiding in Winterfell City.

First, he used all his savings to buy a demon's heart and five drops of dragon's blood.

Then, he found an ancient method to use life force in alchemy, replacing magic to create this pill.

This pill could elevate an ordinary person's strength to the extreme within three days, at the cost of death.

"Cough... cough cough..."

"Drip..."

A large amount of blood sprayed onto the ground, and Parker's aura gradually rose. He lifted his head, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, his once gray-black hair turning white and coarse.

"Lysna, I'm sorry... Parker couldn't protect you... nor could he join you right away..."

"But soon, very soon," Parker smiled, tears of blood falling from his eyes as he drew the longsword from his back:

"I'll kill them, and then I'll join you!"

"Boom—"

A fierce battle aura ignited on Parker, and at this moment, having used a special potion to exhaust all his life, he finally reached the realm of a Sky Knight.

Parker had practiced his sword for two years, day and night, transforming from a frail alchemist into a calloused warrior.

He feared that at this moment, he would have the strength but not know how to use it.

Now, all his efforts were paying off.

The battle aura surged, unstoppable.

At this moment, he was no longer Alchemy Master Parker, but Sky Knight Parker, filled with blood vengeance and a will to die.

"Die—!"

The Templar Knights felt the aura of a Sky Knight from Parker but showed no fear. After all, he was just an ordinary person with the battle aura of a Sky Knight.

He had no knight techniques, no insights or experience of a Sky Knight. Even if he learned to use a sword, it was merely troublesome but not deadly.

Wade sneered coldly, drawing his longsword and stepping forward, instructing the other knights:

"Number Two and Number Three, come with me and play with this old dog. The rest, complete the Pope's task."

"Don't underestimate him, finish it quickly."

The other Templar Knights nodded slightly, bypassing the fierce battle between the four, and sped toward Winterfell Keep.

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"Parker's Diary"

Lysna, I dreamed of you again.

It's been so long.

Sleeping has become a luxury for me.

Countless days and nights.

I've been tormented by guilt.

I've been sleepless with hatred.

The moment I close my eyes, I see them taking you away, killing you before my eyes, your blood staining the ground, the altar of the ritual.

How could I forget this bone-deep hatred?

I survived.

Like a wolf hidden in the night.

Their biggest mistake was destroying my source of magic but not my mind.

For an alchemist, knowledge is the most important.

I thought I would never dream again, but when this day finally came, I slept soundly for once.

Perhaps this is the last time I'll dream of you, but it doesn't mean my longing for you has diminished in the slightest.

I will soon join you.

Life gave me many choices, but I never chose correctly, but this time, I swear my choice is right.

I thought I would never be able to personally slay those demons, but I found a way to fight demons from demons.

I've prepared for this day for so long.

My life has been quiet for too long; it's time to act.

Lysna, please wait a little longer.

Just a little longer.

I will take your sword and kill those beasts who used your blood for the conversion ritual.

I will fight to the last moment.

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Spill the last drop of blood.

Perhaps they have long forgotten the name of Court Alchemist Parker and the crimes they committed.

But I will make them remember in a pool of blood.

Make them repent for their sins in their wails.

This time.

As a warrior.

Excerpted from

— "Winterfell Heroes Chronicles"

Personally collected and recorded by Conqueror King, Emperor Sylvie of Winterfell