The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 142
Blinded by the sudden light, he tightly closed his eyes.
Wooong—
The sound made his ears ring.
Aximus couldn’t open his eyes at all.
Having been in the darkness for a long time, he couldn’t adapt to the light, and it took him a while to finally open his eyes.
His vision blurred.
Blinking a few times to clear the discomfort, his vision remained hazy.
As if the darkness had swallowed his eyesight completely. He blinked several more times and then shivered.
“You’re still alive in that state, huh.”
A cold voice descended upon him.
After blinking a few more times, he realized it wasn’t daytime but a dark night.
Even though it was night, the brightness was unbearable.
“Ha…”
He couldn’t see who was in front of him, but Aximus could tell one thing.
The bastard in front of him was the one who had thrown him into this hell.
“I heard Roxelyn woke up yesterday.”
“…You bastard.”
He was startled by how sunken his voice was and rubbed his face.
“Damn, damn it!”
“Surviving nearly a month is quite something.”
Arma no longer had the youthful face of a child.
His hair was slicked back, revealing his forehead, and his blue eyes were filled with arrogance and contempt instead of iciness.
Through his blurred vision, Aximus saw this and burst out laughing.
“Are you crazy, you bastard?”
Arma looked down at the man consumed by madness and crossed his legs.
In the darkness, one of his arms was missing, unlike when he had entered. He was now one-armed.
“I wondered how you survived a month without food…”
Arma sneered, and Aximus bared his fangs in a savage grin.
The middle-aged man, with a cruel yet childlike expression, knelt and glared at Arma menacingly.
“Tell me about Makruxa.”
“Why would I tell you?”
Aximus looked terrible.
One arm had not been properly treated and was festering after being seared by fire. His eyesight seemed dead, with a white film covering his pupils.
He was emaciated, his bones sticking out, and his eyes and cheeks were sunken.
Every time he shouted, his breathing became labored, and his fingertips and lips were blue, indicating hypothermia.
Frozen vapor escaped his mouth every time he spoke.
His body was covered in melted skin and hardened burn marks, hardly resembling a human form.
It seemed to be the result of trying desperately to conserve body heat after he had unknowingly swallowed that gem.
Intermittently, his body would ignite, but even that seemed to be reaching its limit.
“You’re about to die. Wouldn’t it be better to speak before you do?”
“Are you crazy? I’d rather die.”
Aximus laughed demonically.
His melted skin made him look even more grotesque, but Arma didn’t blink an eye.
“Pathetic.”
“The pathetic one is you, hiding behind a mask, pretending to be powerless.”
“I’m just not interested in the throne. I’m not a blind fool like you.”
Arma spoke indifferently, looking down at Aximus.
“You’re not going to reveal the King’s identity either?”
“Of course not.”
“Then I have no choice but to kill you.”
The man gritted his teeth and shivered uncontrollably from the relentless cold.
Aximus knew his body had reached its limit. He would die soon.
“Tell the young lady I’m dying thanks to her.”
“…”
Arma’s eyes narrowed at the fierce words.
‘He’s tighter-lipped than I thought.’
Even so, he didn’t want to show Roxelyn a man in such a grotesque state.
‘It’s only right to leave the punishment to Roxelyn….’
After a moment of contemplation, Arma dragged him to the underground prison.
It was to have someone treat the still-breathing piece of meat.