Fated to Be Loved by Villains

“...What an unpleasant night.”

Talion Armand muttered as such while narrowing his eyes.

This was supposed to be the time to celebrate the birth of a new Hero and he should’ve toasted to his heart's content with Iliya, considering that he had come here to cheer for her.

But, since last night, they had been idling away without announcing the winner of the Ordeals. Of course, Talion didn’t know what happened exactly.

And now…

Somehow, everyone had turned mad and started attacking each other.

Retrieving his spear, he took a deep breath.

Around him were rows of people he had knocked down prior to this.

All of them were ordinary people who weren't trained in Magic, Divine Power—anything at all.