I'm A Great Villain So The Author Hates Me

Chapter 44 - First Dungeon (23)

POV Lionel Lionheart

Snap!

As the connection between him and his proxy broke, scarlet eyes snapped open as a burst of pain shot through his head, and the memories of his mimic proxy, including its last painful moments, sprang into his mind. Incredible pain wracked through his body, and he felt as if every inch of his body was being crushed and compacted.

Gritting his teeth, he activated the Lion's Golden Aura, and an aura of pure golden light surrounded his muscular body, soothing the phantom aches he felt throughout. Although it could do nothing about his pounding head from overusing his mana, it helped a lot.

Taking a deep breath, Lionel placed his hand on the simple long sword beside him and began channeling his mana until he felt calm once more.

Caressing his sword handle with his eyes shut, he quickly filtered through the memories, viewing and discarding the ones that served no purpose.

Memories of failing to grab Lina due to a certain golden-eyed individual.

Memories of failing to critically injure Julius due to a certain golden-eyed individual.

Memories of being mocked, having his bones broken and his weapon taken before being chased away by a certain golden-eyed individual.

Remembering how those golden eyes bored into him as if the owner wanted to shred him to pieces, he couldn't help but snort.

A useless weakling who depended on the strength of others to bully those around him. He would make him pay once they got back to the academy. Or get rid of him here and now if he had the opportunity. After all, what was one more dead student amoung the tens that had perished so far.

He continued filtering the memories, searching for a particular one.

Memories of the inability of his proxy to approach the lighthouse due to the dual mana mazes of Killian and Cassandra.

Memories of avoiding Silvia as she went on a wild rampage, leveling everything around her.

Memories of seeing the injured Robin enter the lighthouse with the broken body of his partner. And finally, memories of what had captured his proxy body.

He knew who had killed his proxy.

In the memories, he had gotten a glimpse of rainbow-colored hair flashing in the moonlight, heard a familiar manic laugh, and saw that the proxy was trapped in a barrier unable to move before its head had been repeatedly struck with controlled lightning until it burnt to a crisp.

Naturally, he narrowed it down to one person; after all, nobody else had such fine control to do such damage without killing a person.

Solomon Nova.

That uselessly talented bastard from the Nova clan who was apparently free of his restraints and running around causing havoc.

It seemed he had noticed something was up and was poking his nose around in business that didn't concern him.

How annoying.

He would have to report this to Helen Lionheart to let the clan know.

"It's dead~" A high-pitched sing-song voice echoed through the dark space, interrupting his thoughts, and Lionel opened his eyes and turned his head slowly to stare at the figure squatting in front of him.

An oversized, tattered, full-length robe that was black on the top and transitioned to pure white at the bottom. The only visible feature was a simple white mask with one black circular eye and one yellow star eye, and a red smile crudely drawn on with a marker. He could even see the smile smudging from the low-quality ink.