Became the Patron of Villains

Chapter 2

Three months had passed since Alon rescued Yutia Bludia, who would become a human extermination machine in 10 years. During those three months, Alon faithfully lived each day and managed to locate the second Sin that needed saving.

About a month later.

“As you instructed, I rescued the child from the illegal slave market and sent them to the orphanage managed by Yutia.”

Alon, who was in the study on some business, heard the report from Evan.

“You treated them well, as I said?”

“Yes.”

“There were no fights?”

“Of course.”

Alon, accustomed to Evan’s reports after nearly half a year, nodded as if satisfied. But once again, Evan hesitantly asked a question.

“...But may I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“Why did you send the child you went to such lengths to find to the orphanage...? I hesitate to say this, but the child you rescued this time also has an extraordinary talent.”

Understanding Evan’s meaning immediately, Alon nodded thoughtfully.

‘Not just extraordinary—it’s world-ending level talent.’

The man Alon had rescued this time from the illegal slave market in the Kingdom of Kalian, the central nation of the allied kingdoms, was none other than Deus.

Deus Macallian.

One of the bosses in Psychedelia, who would become the “Sin of Sloth,” one of the Five Great Sins in 10 years, and, like the Sin of Wrath, he would erase several allied kingdoms, including the Kingdom of Asteria, from the continent as soon as he appeared.

And he did so in the worst possible way.

Even as a player, Alon had frowned at the gory depiction, and there were instances in Psychedelia-related communities where players would have visceral reactions just from reading about Sloth’s portrayal.

‘And for a Sloth, he sure holds a grudge.’

The reason Alon had told Evan to treat Deus well after rescuing him came to mind. Realizing that Evan was still waiting for an answer, Alon casually offered an excuse.

“It’s the same as before. The time hasn’t come yet.”

“The time, you say.”

Watching Evan mull over his excuse, Alon thought to himself.

‘He’s curious about a lot.’

In truth, Alon would have preferred a knight who silently followed orders without asking questions over Evan, who inquired about everything each time he received an order. Unfortunately, he had no choice in the matter.

Or rather, he had already used that choice on Evan half a year ago.

Evan was a character in Psychedelia who, while not a main protagonist, would appear several times depending on certain routes as a supporting character.

Moreover, he was a top-tier supporting character who, once a certain level of trust was established, would never betray you and would uphold his loyalty until the end. In a fantasy world where betrayal and backstabbing were as common as daily meals, Alon knew how valuable it was to have someone who wouldn’t stab him in the back. Fortunately, he had encountered Evan while he was passing through the territory and had hired him as a knight without hesitation.

“...I understand.”

While Alon was lost in thought, Evan nodded firmly, as if he understood everything, and asked another question.

“So, when do you plan to meet the ones you’ve rescued?”

“I don’t particularly plan to.”

“...But wouldn’t it be better to meet them at least once?”

“Hmm.”

Alon was aware.

Ideally, it would be beneficial to maintain a close relationship with the Five Great Sins, and the best way to build rapport would be through direct interaction.

However, despite this awareness, the reason Alon chose not to meet them directly and instead maintained a relationship through sponsorship was due to their personalities, specifically their character flaws.

According to what he knew, the personalities of the Five Great Sins were dreadful even before they became the Five Great Sins.

One only needed to watch the flashback scenes that played after defeating the bosses of the Five Great Sins in Psychedelia to understand.

Their personalities were so vile that Satan and Lucifer would clap their hands in approval from the depths of hell.

‘Of course, the process that leads them to become the Five Great Sins is even more horrific.’

He figured that instead of only writing pleasant things, sharing some of his worries might help them grow closer psychologically.

With that in mind, Alon wrote about the events of the day and sent the letter to Yutia at the orphanage.

It was just an ordinary day.

***

At that time.

“Hmm~”

Yutia was observing Deus Macallian, a man with ominous, eerie, violet eyes that seemed void.

On the surface, he appeared fine.

His limbs were intact, though his body bore numerous signs of abuse, he didn’t seem physically hindered.

But that was only on the surface. If anyone else saw Deus Macallian, they would be convinced that he was broken.

His body might have been intact, but his eyes, which should have shown some emotion, were empty, staring blankly into space.

He was like a man whose mind had been shattered by mental magic, expressionless and motionless, staring vacantly at a single spot.

He was the very image of a broken man.

However, Yutia smiled deeply as she looked at him.

‘The traces left by that thing... Allowing to take direct revenge, you’re truly considerate.’

More than just smiling, Yutia clearly understood the intent behind why he had sent Deus here and spoke.

“Black Goat.”

“!”

Just a single word.

But that single word was enough to elicit a response from Deus, who had been no different from a broken man until just moments ago.

What filled his once-empty eyes was neither intelligence nor awareness, but pure hatred, anger, and fear.

Confirming this, Yutia smiled and spoke.

“Don’t you want revenge?”

At Yutia’s words, Deus’s vacant gaze shifted to her.

His eyes were filled with hatred, murderous intent, and curiosity.

Noticing this easily, Yutia didn’t say anything more.

She simply scattered a light amount of mana.

A mana that he had granted, meant solely to confront the black ones.

“Congratulations, he has chosen you. So, you will gain power.”

She didn’t elaborate further on the mana she had released.

No, there was no need to.

The second one he had chosen possessed a talent so exceptional that it could be explained with a single action.

Thus,

“So all you need to do is remain loyal to him. Then you’ll get your revenge.”

Yutia smiled as she looked at Deus.

And so, as a week passed since Deus arrived at the orphanage, Yutia received another letter from Alon, as usual.

“I see.”

After reading the letter, she smiled.

***

As a year passed since Deus had been placed in the orphanage and Yutia and Alon continued to exchange ordinary letters, Alon was starting to feel a headache over not being able to find the third boss to save.

That was when a piece of news reached his ears.

“...The scoundrel is dead?”

The second son of the Palatio Count’s family was dead.