Transmigrated as Baron, Married with my Lovely Maid-Chapter 93

"You lost, Atreus..."

Damn it.

Hearing that bastard Zeraxion conclude my defeat made me furious.

If only the Black Star were still in my right palm, I would have unleashed all my dark magic to burn him to a crisp with my black flames, then struck him to death with my black lightning magic.

"At least you put up quite a fight, Atreus. You managed to summon the Great Wyvern and make things difficult for me with its deadly poison...but just so you know...I will definitely survive this poison, even if it will take some time..."

Zerasxion stood up, enduring the pain in his body.

He walked with unsteady steps toward me, still kneeling in exhaustion.

I saw his hand reach for a small knife hidden under his coat, preparing to slit my throat with it.

"You are now just a mere human, Atreus...a human with no memories of your life in Vermillion and the magical world. A human who will die if his neck is ripped open by this knife."

Zeraxion stood right in front of me, his knife pointed directly in front of me.

Damn it.

Is this the end?

Honestly, I was quite confused and didn’t understand why this strange dragon with a human body wanted to kill me.

He said he wanted to kill me because I was related to Vermillion.

Who was Vermillion?

What was Vermillion?

Was that magic?

Oh, damn it.

There seemed to be a moment when I remembered Vermillion—something that changed my life in the midst of my devastation—but all my memories seemed to have faded, making it impossible for me to clearly guess what he meant by Vermillion.

I closed my eyes in the midst of my confusion and panic, and suddenly the image of a beautiful woman appeared in the darkness of the world I was seeing.

A woman with long brown hair and a very welcoming smile.

Beyond her ample breasts and tight thighs, her smile was so reassuring to my heart.

I remember having been in a relationship with this woman for quite some time recently, but at the same time, the memory is gone.

Even though the memory is gone, I try my best to focus on reminding myself of that beautiful woman dressed as a maid.

A woman who was just a maid, but who had complete loyalty to me.

The maid who believed in me in my broken and desolate state.

The woman who gave me hope when I felt my life was falling apart after being betrayed by my ex-wife, and even my own daughter.

The woman who believed in me that I could change the kingdom Vermillion that almost crumbled.

Vermillion?

The word sounded familiar amidst my disturbed memory.

No.

I didn’t need to ask too many questions or think about whether Vermillion had anything to do with me using logical thinking.

In this broken and desolate state, should I think logically?

My instincts kicked in, making me move amidst my frail and weakened body.

I know Vermillion.

And I know that beautiful maid named Leysha.

I know everything.

I don’t care if I’ve transmigrated into Atreus Vermillion, a completely different world from my past.

All I care is I want to change my fate, change my destroyed life, and bring victory to anyone who belittles and underestimates me!

"You want to kill me, Zeraxion?" I said, making the dragon-headed man fall silent.

He looked shocked when I said his name.

"H-How do you know my name...?! My illusion magic should have sealed all your memories of being Baron Atreus Vermillion...! You should have become that weak and pathetic ’ordinary Atreus’...!"

Zeraxion stared at me quizzically, still unable to accept that I was remembering Vermillion.

"Illusion magic? What are you? A stupid dragon-headed magician? Listen, Zeraxion... no matter if my memories have changed or not, my desire to defeat you hasn’t faded. I challenge you to a quick duel. Whoever strikes the fastest wins this battle...!" I challenged, still kneeling weakly.

"STUPID HUMAN...! DON’T THINK YOU CAN WIN EVEN THOUGH YOU CAN COUNTER THE EFFECTS OF MY STRONGEST ILLUSION MAGIC...! I- COUGH...! COUGH...! COUGH...!"

Zeraxion stopped rambling, interrupted by his repeated coughing fits of blood until he vomited blood.

"What’s wrong, Zeraxion...? Are you sick...? Heheheh...," I said dismissively.

"B-bastard... the effects of the Great Wyvern’s poison...!"

Zeraxion wasn’t in good shape.

He was as exhausted and dying as I was now.

But his murderous gaze was still fixed on me.

"You want to kill me with a knife? I’ve been watching you sit in this library looking like a bookworm...so out of character..." I said, provoking his anger.

"SHUT UP, ATREUS...! COMPARED TO YOU, I STILL HAVE A WEAPON TO KILL YOU! YOU HAVE NOTHING LONGER...! YOU’RE JUST A REGULAR HUMAN WHO HAS LOST THE MEMORY OF USING HIS MAGIC...! YOU’RE JUST A FAILED HUMAN WHO THINK YOU CAN COLLABORATE WITH DRAGONS...! YOU’RE NAIVE IF YOU THINK LORD VERMILLION WILL COLLABORATE WITH DRAGONS AND GOLEMS TO DEFEAT KING VICTOR DRAGOMIR...! YOU USELESS HUMAN WILL DIE ON MY HAND AND I SWEAR FOR THE NAME OF DRAGONS, I WILL KILL YOU...!"

Zeraxion snapped in anger, unable to hold his patience any longer.

He immediately moved his knife to slash my neck.

Although his movements were slow, as I knew he wasn’t experienced with knives, I knew it could seriously injure me and even kill me on the spot.

But I wouldn’t let myself die a foolish death with that knife.

BANG!

BANG!

Two handgun shots struck Zeraxion’s right shoulder.

The rapid, sharp shots forced Zeraxion backward, reeling before the knife even reached my neck.

THUD!

Zeraxion staggered and fell in front of me.

He couldn’t move, even moving his body was difficult.

This time, I stood still, then brandished the handgun that had just fired the two bullets which had saved me from Zeraxion’s knife attack.

"Y-YOU...! USE THAT HUMAN WEAPON...?!" GGGHHH...!"

Zeraxion was still groaning in pain as he held his bleeding right shoulder from my handgun shots.

"Before I entered Ulrich’s VVIP elevator, I took his handgun just in case. Well, no one expected this handgun to be effective in changing my fate against you, Zeraxion. Even though you said you’d welcome me warmly... I certainly don’t trust you arrogant and conceited dragons," I said, explaining his confusion.

"Bastard...! So... you have a secret weapon...!"

"...end this damn illusion magic before I put a third bullet in your head, Zeraxion. I’ll count to five."

"I-I’m not giving up...! I-"

"Five."

"Cough...! Cough...! This damn poison is preventing me from getting up...!"

"Four."

"Damn it...! I-if only my body weren’t affected by the Great Wyvern’s poison...! I-I can still hold my own with human weapons that-"

"Two."

"H-hey...! Why two right away? C-Can’t you count and-"

"One."

"Wait...! I-"

BANG!