Became the Patron of Villains Chapter 2

A full three months had passed since Alon saved Yutia Bludia, the girl destined to become a genocidal engine of destruction in a decade's time. Throughout those months, Alon lived his life with diligence, eventually pinpointing the location of the second Sin requiring his intervention.

Roughly one month later.

“Following your orders, I have retrieved the child from the black-market slave trade and delivered them to the orphanage Yutia oversees.”

Alon, occupied with matters in his private study, received the briefing from Evan.

“Did you ensure they were treated with care, as I instructed?”

“I did.”

“Were there any altercations?”

“None at all.”

Having grown used to Evan’s reporting style over the last six months, Alon gave a satisfied nod. However, Evan paused, appearing hesitant once more.

“…If I may, Young Master, I have a question.”

“Go ahead.”

“Why send a child you searched so desperately for to an orphanage…? I say this with caution, but the youth you saved this time also possesses a truly terrifying level of talent.”

Alon caught Evan’s drift immediately and nodded in contemplation.

The individual Alon had just plucked from the illegal slave rings of the Kingdom of Kalian—the heart of the allied nations—was Deus.

Deus Macallian.

He was a future boss in Psychedelia, known as the “Sin of Sloth,” one of the Five Great Sins. In ten years, he would emerge to wipe several allied kingdoms, including Asteria, off the face of the map.

His methods of destruction were notoriously gruesome.

Even as a player, Alon had recoiled at the graphic descriptions of his massacres. In the Psychedelia fan communities, many players had physical reactions of disgust just reading about Sloth’s actions.

The memory of why he told Evan to show Deus kindness flashed through Alon's mind. Seeing that Evan was still waiting for clarification, Alon offered a simple pretext.

“It is the same reason as before. The right moment has not yet arrived.”

“The right moment, I see.”

As Evan pondered this vague explanation, Alon mused to himself.

In truth, Alon would have preferred a subordinate who followed commands blindly without interrogation, rather than Evan, who questioned every detail. Unfortunately, he lacked other options.

Actually, he had already committed to this choice with Evan half a year ago.

Evan was a figure from Psychedelia who, while not the protagonist, served as a recurring supporting character in several story paths.

He was a top-tier ally who, once his loyalty was earned, would remain steadfast until death. In a fantasy world where betrayal was as common as breathing, Alon knew the immense value of a man who wouldn't stab him in the back. By a stroke of luck, he had encountered Evan while traveling and had recruited him as a knight on the spot.

“…Understood.”

While Alon was preoccupied with his thoughts, Evan nodded as if he had reached a profound realization, then asked another question.

“In that case, when do you intend to meet those you’ve sponsored?”

“I have no immediate plans to do so.”

“…Wouldn’t a single face-to-face meeting be more effective?”

“Hmm.”

Alon was well aware of the logic.

Ideally, forming a personal bond with the Five Great Sins would be the most efficient path to securing their loyalty. However, despite knowing this, Alon chose the distance of sponsorship because of their inherent temperaments—specifically, their psychological instability.

According to the game's lore, the Five Great Sins possessed horrific personalities even before they fully descended into villainy.

One only had to witness the flashback sequences triggered after defeating these bosses in Psychedelia to understand the depth of their depravity.

Their characters were so warped that even the arch-demons of hell would have applauded their cruelty.

Alon paused to think before continuing.

Ultimately, the Five Great Sins were destined to have twisted souls, and that was exactly why he was hesitant to get close.

“…Perhaps in five years.”

By that point, Evan would have collected enough observations for Alon to gauge their current mental states.

As Alon gave this hopeful timeline, the study door was suddenly kicked open.

“Well, well, if it isn't my little Alon!”

At the sound of that irritatingly familiar voice, Alon’s brow furrowed as he exhaled a heavy sigh.

He recognized that voice instantly.

“What is my uneducated brother doing in here, I wonder?”

Turning around, he saw a man approaching with a mocking sneer.

Or rather,

“Shouldn't you answer when your older brother is speaking to you?”

It was Tonio, the second son of the Count Palatio. He was notorious as one of the two scoundrel brothers of the household. Wearing a revolting grin, he walked up and rested his arm heavily on Alon’s head while Alon remained seated.

It was a blatant display of contempt.

“I was merely looking for something.”

Despite Tonio pressing down on his head hard enough to cause pain, Alon replied with a calm exterior, though his mind was racing.

This wasn't an isolated incident with the eldest or second brothers.

They had subjected him to open harassment since the moment he had been reincarnated into this world.

Even before his arrival, the original Alon must have endured this constant abuse.

The reason Alon tolerated it without retaliation, despite the irritation, was his overwhelming desire to maintain a quiet, comfortable life as a nobleman.

If his rivals were just common thugs, Alon would have gladly crushed them. The issue was that they were far more dangerous than simple family bullies.

Alon looked up slightly.

Standing over him was the second son of the Count, a man who secretly operated an underworld drug cartel known as “Avalon.” He looked down at Alon with pure disdain.

While the cartel wasn't a continental power, it held significant weight within the kingdom. Unfortunately, the current Alon lacked the means to oppose a piece of trash who could summon dozens of underworld assassins to make him disappear with a single gesture.

Furthermore, if he eliminated the second son, he would then be targeted by the eldest son, who managed the family's prostitution rackets and was locked in a bitter succession feud. The eldest brother was paranoid about his position and would never allow a version of Alon who could defeat Tonio to live.

In short, Alon knew that once he drew his sword, there would be no going back to a peaceful life.

“If my brother needs the study, I shall take my leave.”

“Good. At least you understand your place.”

Alon gave a respectful bow to the sneering Tonio and exited the room with Evan, heading back to his own quarters.

Once they were alone, Evan presented him with a letter from Yutia.

“I delivered this one personally this time.”

“Is that so?”

Since her rescue, Alon and Yutia had been corresponding monthly. Their letters were usually filled with mundane greetings and life updates. It was Alon who had first proposed the exchange.

Thinking of the digital friendships he once valued more than his real-life ones, Alon broke the seal and began to read.

“I see…”

There was nothing revolutionary in the text. Yutia offered her usual polite hello and shared anecdotes about the orphans.

She mentioned a boy named Hidan who was particularly skilled at "war games," and a girl named Yuna who was unbeatable at "hide and seek."

As he scanned these innocent stories, Alon considered his response. He decided to be honest about his day.

He felt that sharing his burdens, rather than just pleasantries, would build a deeper psychological bond with her.

With that thought, Alon penned a letter about the day's events and sent it off to the orphanage.

It felt like just another ordinary day.

***

Meanwhile.

“Hmm~”

Yutia was scrutinizing Deus Macallian, the man with those haunting, hollow violet eyes.

On the surface, he looked functional.

He had all his limbs, and while his skin was covered in scars from past torture, he wasn't physically crippled.

But that was only the shell. Anyone looking at Deus would realize he was mentally shattered.

His body was whole, but his eyes were voids, staring into nothingness without a shred of emotion.

He resembled a victim of powerful mind-shattering magic—statue-like, silent, and staring blankly at a single point in space.

He was the definition of a broken soul.

Yet, looking at him, Yutia’s smile widened.

Beyond just smiling, Yutia understood exactly why Alon had sent Deus to her. She leaned in and whispered.

“Black Goat.”

“!”

Just those two words.

That single phrase triggered a violent reaction in Deus, who had been catatonic just a second before.

His empty eyes didn't fill with reason or clarity, but with raw hatred, fury, and terror.

Seeing this, Yutia’s grin grew even more predatory.

“Do you not crave vengeance?”

At her question, Deus’s hollow eyes locked onto her.

They were swimming with murderous intent, loathing, and a spark of curiosity.

Yutia didn't need to say more. She simply released a faint wisp of mana.

It was the specific mana granted by *him*, designed specifically to hunt those of the black variety.

“Congratulations. He has chosen you. Because of that, you will receive power.”

She didn't bother explaining the nature of the energy she released.

There was no point. The second person Alon had chosen possessed such a monstrous talent that one demonstration was worth a thousand words.

“Your only duty is to remain devoted to him. If you do, your revenge is guaranteed.”

Yutia smiled at Deus.

A week after Deus settled into the orphanage, Yutia received another letter from Alon, right on schedule.

“So it's like that.”

After finishing the letter, she laughed softly.

***

A year passed with Deus at the orphanage while Yutia and Alon continued their regular correspondence. Alon was beginning to feel the pressure of being unable to locate the third boss he needed to save.

Then, a specific piece of news reached his ears.

“…The scoundrel is dead?”

The second son of the Count Palatio family was no longer alive.