I'm the Villain, But the Heroines Keep Choosing Me-Chapter 116: Evidence
Seria and Elara arrived twenty minutes later, entering the warehouse with weapons ready and divine magic crackling around Elara’s hands.
They stopped just inside the door, taking in the scene.
Bodies everywhere. Blood pooling on the stone floor. The overwhelming smell of death and burned flesh. Damien sitting calmly on a crate in the center of it all, shadows still moving around him like restless serpents.
"Gods," Elara breathed.
Seria’s tactical mind was already cataloging – counting bodies, identifying weapons, assessing the battle’s flow from the carnage pattern. "Thirty-five hostiles. Four of them look like Imperial Guard armor. That’s – Damien, did you kill Captain Veyra?"
"And Lieutenant Kross and Sergeant Tyrus," Damien confirmed. His voice was steady, almost casual. "They were here coordinating demon smuggling with Lord Veyrix. The Emperor’s council member. He’s the one in the corner."
"You killed a member of the Emperor’s advisory council," Elara said slowly.
"He was a traitor. They all were. I watched them coordinate the cathedral attack as a distraction while they finalized this shipment." Damien gestured to the remaining crates. "Demons. Smuggled through normal shipping channels, hidden in cargo, distributed to warehouses throughout the city. This is how they’ve been infiltrating – not magical gates, just old-fashioned smuggling."
Seria moved closer, examining one of the bodies. "These demons are trained. Military discipline. Someone’s been organizing them into actual combat units."
"Veyrix and his collaborators. I have documentation." Damien pulled out the papers he’d collected. "Ledgers, communication records, lists of compromised officials. Everything we need to expose the conspiracy."
Elara approached him carefully, her divine magic extending to examine his state. He knew what she was checking – corruption levels, anchor bond integrity, his mental stability after killing thirty-five people in ten minutes.
"How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Fine," Damien said. The lie came easily, smoothly, without hesitation. "The fight was intense, but manageable. My shadow comprehension increased substantially – I’m significantly more capable than I was this morning."
It wasn’t entirely false. He did feel fine, in the sense that he felt powerful, controlled, functioning perfectly. The thirty percent corruption wasn’t causing distress because it had muted his capacity to feel distress about it.
Elara frowned slightly, clearly sensing something was off. But Damien’s practiced control over his expressions, combined with the corruption’s help in emotional suppression, made him appear completely stable.
"The anchor feel strong," she said finally. "No degradation that I can detect. You’re managing the corruption well."
Because the corruption was helping him hide the corruption. Elegant circular problem he’d address later.
"We need to document all of this," Seria said, already moving into operational mode. "Evidence collection, body identification, securing the remaining demon cargo before it can be moved."
"Agreed. You two coordinate cleanup and imperial response." Damien stood, gathering the documentation he’d collected. "I’m taking this evidence directly to the Emperor. He needs to know about Veyrix’s betrayal immediately, and this can’t go through normal channels if we don’t know who else is compromised."
"You’re going alone?" Elara asked.
"He summoned me privately this morning, gave me direct authorization to act on threats to the capital. This qualifies." Damien’s logic was sound, his tactical reasoning flawless. The corruption made thinking easier when emotional considerations didn’t complicate it. "You two handle the scene, coordinate with imperial forces you trust. I’ll brief the Emperor and get guidance on next steps."
They exchanged glances – some silent communication passing between them. Then Seria nodded.
"Be careful. Veyrix was on the Emperor’s council. His death will have political ramifications."
"I know. That’s why I’m delivering the evidence personally. The Emperor needs to understand this was justified elimination of a confirmed traitor, not random violence."
"And if he disagrees?" Elara asked quietly.
"Then we deal with that when it happens. But right now, getting this information to him is priority." Damien moved toward the exit. "Call for cleanup teams. Secure the cargo. Don’t let anyone remove evidence before imperial investigators can document everything."
"Understood," Seria said.
Damien left them to their work, emerging into the pre-dawn darkness of the Imperial Capital’s streets. His shadows wrapped around him, masking his presence, hiding the blood still staining his clothing.
He moved through the city like a ghost, heading toward the palace.
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The Emperor received him immediately, despite the ungodly hour.
Damien was led to the same private study from their previous meeting, where Emperor Valdris sat reviewing reports with the tired determination of someone who hadn’t slept in days.
He looked up as Damien entered, his eyes taking in the blood-stained clothing, the grim expression, the folder of documents.
"Lord Valcrest. I take it you found the threat."
"I found several threats, Your Majesty." Damien set the folder on the desk. "Including one that’s going to significantly complicate your political situation."
The Emperor opened the folder, beginning to read. His expression didn’t change as he reviewed the evidence – years of political training keeping his reactions controlled – but Damien saw his knuckles whiten as he gripped the papers.
"Lord Veyrix," the Emperor said finally. "My economic advisor. On my personal council for six years. You’re telling me he was coordinating demon smuggling operations."
"Not telling you – proving it." Damien pointed to specific documents. "Financial records showing gold transfers to known smuggling networks. Communication logs detailing shipment schedules. Ledgers listing demon cargo hidden in legitimate trade goods. And testimony from before I killed him confirming his active coordination with demonic forces."
"Before you killed him," the Emperor repeated. "You executed a member of my advisory council."
"I eliminated a confirmed traitor who was actively importing combat-trained demons into your capital city," Damien corrected. "Along with three Imperial Guard mages who were assisting him – Captain Veyra, Lieutenant Kross, and Sergeant Tyrus."
The Emperor set down the papers carefully. "The same three who accused you of demonic corruption two days ago."
"Yes. Which in retrospect was probably projection. They were collaborating with actual demons while accusing me of the same." Damien’s voice carried dark irony. "I watched them coordinate the cathedral attack as a distraction, finalize demon shipments, discuss deployment strategies. Then they made the mistake of discussing plans to kill me and violate my companions. At that point, I decided evidence collection was complete and eliminated the threat."
"How many total?"
"Thirty-five. Four human collaborators, thirty-one demons, all confirmed hostiles actively engaged in treason."
The Emperor was quiet for a long moment, reading through more documentation. When he spoke again, his voice was carefully controlled.
"This conspiracy is deeper than we feared. According to these records, Veyrix had collaborators throughout the imperial government. Financial officials hiding gold transfers. Military officers falsifying patrol reports. Dock supervisors looking the other way during cargo inspections. All coordinating to smuggle demons into the capital over months, possibly years."
"I counted fifteen names with significant political standing," Damien said. "High-ranking officials whose involvement would be... problematic if exposed publicly."
"Problematic." The Emperor’s laugh was bitter. "That’s diplomatic phrasing. Lord Valcrest, if I publicly accuse fifteen high-ranking imperial officials of demonic collaboration based on evidence collected by a controversial minor noble using shadow magic, what do you think happens?"
"Political chaos. Accusations of witch hunts. Questioning of your judgment. Panic throughout the city as people realize their government was compromised at the highest levels."
"Exactly. The conspiracy would win even in death – they’d destabilize the Empire through the revelation of their treason." The Emperor stood, moving to the window overlooking the still-dark city. "And the demons would capitalize on that chaos, striking while we’re divided and weakened."
