DOOMED TO BE A VILLAIN



The booming sounds of the ice projectiles impacting the ground of the designated area finally stopped and the area was suddenly by a great silence as everyone literally held their breaths to wait for what was to happen next.

As one of the people waiting for a reaction after the noise and as well as the cause of the noise, Davies was also waiting to see if whoever the target of his attack somehow managed to survive.

Even after a few seconds, he still hadn't sensed anything, but,

'Just to be sure…'

"Devastati-" he was about to use another extremely destructive moment when,

[STOP, YOU IDIOT!!!] Miya shouted inside his head, her voice ringing around inside his head and giving him a headache.

[Are you trying to wipe the Lecroy family estate from the map!?] 

'... I'm sure he wouldn't mind, I'll just get him a new estate alright, life isn't that hard,' Davies shrugged his shoulder, not seeing what the issue was with what he was doing. 

'It's just a couple of houses and some extra land, what's the big deal?' he thought.

[That's beside the point]

'Tch, whatever,' he grumbled internally, and started reigning in his mana. It was better for him to stop now anyway. The skill that he called "Devastation; Ice Fury" was a skill that was a part of his blessing skill series and would require dangerously high amounts of mana which was probably more than what he could control right now anyway, so it was better not to take the risk and avoid unseen circumstances.

The moment he began to reign in his mana he realized that his control of his mana was slipping away fast, and it was a good thing he had not drawn out more mana to use to perform the skill he intended to as he would most definitely have lost control of the skill and that would have extremely terrible consequences. 

*CRASH*

He let himself fall to the ground so he could focus on keeping his mana in control.

"Are you okay," Melinda was beside him in a thrice after seeing him crash to the ground.

"Yeah, I'm just a little winded," he muttered while trying to reign in his mana, but the cold air that was being blown out from his mouth indicated that he wasn't having it easy doing that and the mana had already started affecting his body because he was losing control.

Due to him slowly losing control of his mana, his immunity to cold temperatures was rapidly dwindling. Luckily, he had a body that was stronger than normal and an abnormally high resistance to cold temperatures, so he hadn't turned into an ice popsicle yet, but with the rate at which he was losing control of his mana, it was only a matter of time before he turned to a popsicle, so things currently weren't looking great at all.

Melinda could also obviously see that, unlike his words, he wasn't just winded but more seriously affected by the poison than he was letting on.

"What does the poison do," She asked, trying to gather as much information about the situation as possible.

"Nothing much, it's just making me lose control over my mana," Davies spoke as if he was speaking about something that wasn't a big deal, but Melinda already knew that this matter wasn't as simple as the tone of his voice made it seem.

"How is that nothing much!?" she almost screamed out, but still managed to say in her normal tone, but the worried look on her face gave away her feelings.

Losing control over one's mana was almost guaranteed to kill whoever it happened to as while humans could control the mana in one's body and use it to perform things that would be otherwise impossible, mana was still a very dangerous and volatile resource that couldn't be released to freely roam around in the body without any semblance of control especially when it had been converted to a more dangerous form due to one's blessing.

For example, Melinda's blessing was related to fire so she had a high concentration of fire mana inside of her, and if she ever lost control of it, she would be cooked… cooked to death was an understatement, rather she would be burnt to death due to the mana trying to escape from her body and she not being able to control it. 

The same thing was happening to Davies right now, except he was probably going to freeze to death if this poison wasn't easily solved. At this point, she remembered that due to him trying to protect her(her thoughts), he had ended up with a double portion of whatever this poison was and thus was probably having to deal with double the effect of the poison and her face scrunched up in displeasure.

"Well… the poison was only two darts much, so it really isn't that much," Davies tried to make a joke while completely ignoring the situation of certain death approaching him like a freight train and would almost inevitably wipe him out if he couldn't find a way to deal with the poison in about two hours max.

Certain death was certainly enough to make him lose his composure, but since he still had one last card to play which could guarantee his life, even though it would come with annoying consequences, he didn't lose his composure.

"Are you trying to make a joke right now? You're dying for crying out loud!" this time Melinda lost her composure and shouted at him in a scolding tone. She couldn't understand why Davies acted with such brevity in the face of almost certain death.

"Well, what else can I do right now, cry? *COUGH*" Davies immediately retorted with a bitter smile but then ended up coughing up some blood due to his mana treating his internal organs as a punching bag. 

He truly couldn't do anything about it as his last option wasn't something he could use in a place where there were living people nearby, so he had to wait until he reached a safe location first.

The bitter smile he had on his face as he replied to Melinda made her remember things she had heard about Davies in the past. She had heard that he had often been targeted by different sorts of people when his genius was just surfacing, from kidnappings to direct attempts on his life, all he did was survive and move on to the next book he was reading.

He was probably used to being on the receiving end of danger all his life, so death's door was something that was extremely familiar to him hence why he wasn't freaking out when faced with yet another attempt on his life. It was no secret to the extreme powers of Yorkshire City that Davies and the Lake family weren't in a good relationship as it had been pretty obvious since young that they hadn't cared about him until the company that he had established became a hegemony in the magic technology industry.

She felt sorry that he had to live a life like that and Davies's position in her heart grew even further.

If Davies knew what she was thinking, he would realize that while everything she had thought about was correct, her womanly imagination was filling in a lot of things, but since her womanly mind was helping him build an image in her mind, he wouldn't mind correcting her errant thoughts.

But since he didn't know her thoughts, he was more focused on leaving this place before he became incapacitated by his own mana.

"Hey, can you get my car so we can leave this place… silently," he immediately made his request known to Melinda.

He didn't want to be seen injured by the wolves at the banquet lest anybody had any stupid thoughts of trying to finish him off while he was down, this was why he hadn't activated the emergency alarm that would let Daniella know that he was in danger because the moment he did, she would come running out and some people will inevitably follow her out of curiosity which would end up in the discovery of his situation.

Melinda immediately understood his thoughts and nodded in affirmation.

"What model and color?" she remembered to ask before she stood up to go get the car.

"It's a Lykan, you can't miss it… it's one of a kind," Davies immediately replied, not bothering with the fact that someone other than him would be driving Sierra for the first time. He loved his car, but he loved his life more, so he would willingly put up with it this one time.

"Ok," Melinda immediately stood up and began to move towards the car parking area while using her mana to enhance her speed, not willing to dilly dally.

Davies watched her disappear into the night before resting his back on some sort of contraption that was probably part of the decor of the banquet hall's environs.

Suddenly an annoyingly familiar voice rang in his ears when he was trying to close his eyes and concentrate on reigning in his mana, 

"Oh, how the great Davies Lake has fallen."