I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

Ian’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Miguel. Even Mev frowned slightly as she turned toward him.

However, Miguel didn’t back down. "I-I know it’s a ridiculous request. But this—this is exactly the kind of moment I dreamed of countless times back when I was a mercenary!"

His expression had gone beyond earnestness. He looked downright desperate.

"S-So please, grant me permission, Agent of the Sa— huh?"

He faltered mid-sentence. The crate he’d been holding had suddenly floated up, making him feel lighter.

Ian slowly pulled the crate toward himself with his will, saying, "Do whatever you want. You don’t have anything to do for a bit anyway. And drop the ‘Agent of the Saint’ nonsense while you’re at it."

"Th-Thank you, Brother!" Miguel’s eyes lit up.

Watching the savage grin spread across his face, Ian added flatly, "But it won’t go the way you’re imagining. Don’t get yourself hurt."

"I’ll keep that in mind! Don’t worry, I won’t let that happen!" Miguel nodded repeatedly, as if swearing an oath.