The Villain Who Fell Chapter 11: I Don’t Need Your Pity I

Chapter 11: I Don’t Need Your Pity I

"Where is she?" Elliot asked as his eyes searched for her, but she isn’t seen anywhere. He got off his black horse, and his brows furrowed. The knight who pushed Elia spoke, "Your Imperial Majesty, what are you doing in this place?" He asked a question, and it was not answered. Not to ntion that knight asked him back.

"I’m asking you where is she?" His voice roared, making the other soldiers shiver and keeping their heads low so that they would not et his eyes. When the Emperor becos impatient, he becos terrifying. But the knight dared to answer, "She is not soone important. Please leave her with ."

A sigh ca out of his mouth making the other knights shiver, this knight clearly didn’t know that it was going to be the end of him. His golden eyes looked at the knight, making him uncomfortable. All Elliot wanted was an answer from him, and yet all his questions were dodged. He kicked the knight at the back of his knees, making him kneel in front of him.

"I’ll ask you one more ti. Where is she?"

The knight felt shocked and humiliated after being forced to kneel in front of the Emperor. The deceased Emperor wouldn’t make him into a fool. But the man who stood in front of him didn’t care about his reputation. But it’s silly, because why would a knight not answer the Emperor’s question? It’s because he wanted to keep Elia, wrap her into his arms, or maybe even take her in as his wife.

Disgusting it is. There wouldn’t be a woman who would want to marry that old looking man. For his age, he should have a wife, waiting for him to co back ho. But he is one of those guys who has been single throughout his life.

"Your Imperial Majesty doesn’t need her. It’s better for

to keep her. What do you think?" the knight answered, but he was in fear. Nonetheless, he didn’t want to let go of Elia.

"What do I think?" Elliot pulled his sword out and pointed it at the knight. He knew so of the knights were perverts, but this one took it too far. Doesn’t that knight know that Elia belongs to him? If not, a lesson should, no, must be taught to him.

The soldiers gasped out loud as they heard the sword being pulled out of his scabbard. When they all thought, the bloody war has already ended, in fact, it has not ended at all. Elliot then said, "Pray to the Gods that you will live a better life next ti."

With that, in front of the hundreds of soldiers, a man’s head was cut. Not a rival or a criminal, but a knight, soone of title in the empire. He flicked his sword to remove the excess blood, then slid his sword back into the scabbard. The knights do not know their positions at all, and Elliot was angered about it. Teaching them one or two things wouldn’t be bad at all.

"So who would care to answer

now. Where is the girl?"

All the soldiers were terrified to answer, and their voices would co out at all. But one brave recruit took a step forwards with legs trembling. He answered, "New recruit from the 23rd unit will report. She is in that tent." He then pointed towards the tent where Elia is in.

"Be ashad of yourselves. This new recruit was the one who reported it," Elliot paused as he looked at the recruit. As he observed the boy, he looked young, and his body built couldn’t be fit classified as a soldier. It would take him years to beco a sergeant. "You will beco my personal ssenger as of today. Report to

later."

The recruit didn’t know what to say, and instead, bowed his head, thanking Elliot, who made his way into the tent. The first thing he sees in the tent was Elia on the ground, hugging her knees. As if she wanted to hide sothing from him. He forced Elia to raise her head by showing her face to him.

Elliot clenched his fist as he saw the bruises on her face. He praised himself for cutting the knight’s head off. If he were to be alive, he might have been tortured to death. Elia was his, and others still dared to touch and let alone look her. It looks like he’ll need to properly announce to his dull soldiers and knights about his own property.

"This would not do. What am I going to do if the people see you in this state?"

His words were like poison to her since she felt he was pitying her. Elia didn’t need anyone to pity her. There is no need for that. It’s just a waste of ti for her, but for others, it is a form of entertainnt, and that doesn’t exclude Elliot.

"No answer, huh? I’ll bring you to my camp. So that the people know that you are mine," Elliot said as he kneeled onto one knee. While Elia looked away as she didn’t want to go with him. She then said.

"I don’t need your pity. I am fine alone."