The Villainess Is Worshipped By The Mafia? - Chapter 19

He was close to 50 by now. He was incredibly skilled at fighting, not to mention his innate physical strength. He was able to protect the throne several times despite his fat belly.

 

He cracked the bright red apple he was holding in his left hand, showing his white tongue, and biting it aloud.

 

“Who is this lady?! Are you the challenger of this Amerigo? I guess you made a mistake and instead you’re asking me to deal with you in bed?”

 

Facing『His Majesty』alone, Blanche did not blink an eye, undeterred by Amerigo’s overwhelming appearance.

 

“No I didn’t.”

 

Around that time, the crowd surrounding the two of them created a space for them to swing freely and hit each other. A space naturally formed in the shape of a circle like a ring.

 

Among the crowd who gathered like ants were not only Guillermo, but also Felice, Severo, Tommy and the young Giulio.

 

Spit. Amerigo spat the chewed apple in front of her and threw the apple he ate behind him.

 

He snorted. He was trying to play around with Blanche’s head.

 

“I heard that Illia, that foreign b*st*rd used the young lady as a bait and ran away?”

 

“That’s not it either.”

 

Despite her calm answer, Amerigo was determined.

 

“It seems that you too have come all the way here, hoodwinked by Illia’s pretty face. After all, women have no eyes for men. Listen up, miss! A woman is happier when she meets a man who likes her more than she likes him!”

 

“Are you a woman too?”

 

Amerigo’s eyes widened at the outrageous question.

 

“What?”

 

“I’ll ask again. Are you a woman too? Since you seem to know a lot about women.”

 

A woman, that huge Amerigo?

 

It was too absurd.

 

Suddenly, there was a sound of a person trying to hold back laughter in the crowd.

 

“Kuku.”

 

They were both silent as they focused on their conversation, so Amerigo could hear the laughter clearly.

 

Thinking that he had been insulted, Amerigo’s face flushed red.

 

“Who’s the bastard who laughed at me now-!”

 

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean to… Ack!”

 

He wrapped his hands around the man’s head, who was buried in the nearby sea of people, and pulled him out like a radish.

 

Amerigo was furious and spoke in a tone that was neither terrifying nor gloomy.

 

“You dare laugh at me?”

 

“『Your Majesty』! I, I did not-!”

 

“Make excuses in hell.”

 

A blue light began to rise like a haze from Amerigo’s hand. It was magic to increase muscle strength.

 

After a while, the man’s body drooped.

 

At the sight of the corpse being thrown on the ground, the crowd cheered with admiration!

 

Waaaaaa!!!

 

Blanche raised an eyebrow and checked his status window belatedly.

 

[Amerigo LV 30

Age 48 / Male

Health 300/300

Mana 300

Fame 789

Morality 0

Stress 0]

 

300 HP and 300 Mana.

 

Thanks to the [White Sand Bracelet], Blanche’s magic power was higher, but her Health was short by 52.

 

‘Indeed. It’s something worth bragging about.’

 

Amerigo smiled with great determination as he read Blanche’s indifferent face.

 

“Miss. Are you now regretting that you’ve come here? Even if you don’t show off that much, from today onwards, this body will continue to love you.”

 

He didn’t just stop talking, he pretended to grab Blanche’s waist in the air and vulgarly thrusted his pelvis.

 

An insidious laugh erupted from the Miele gang. No, most of the crowd laughed. Everyone except the Giotto family and the Campano family. In addition, the curse words spat out referring to Blanche all described her as a whore.

 

Amerigo placed his hands on her waist and warned again.

 

“Come on, lady. Last chance to abstain. As you can see, this body is very strong!”

 

“Yes. You’re stronger than I am right now.”

 

Blanche nodded her head as she turned her status window on. Soon, her hand quickly swung through the air.

 

She was tinkering with her status window in her own way, but in the eyes of others it was nothing but strange and meaningless hand gestures.

 

Blanche, who had stopped waving her hands, asked. Her voice more serious than ever.

 

“By the way. Where did you get the apples?”

 

“Yes? My girl, do you want to eat an apple? If you suck the sausage well, this older brother might give it to you.”

 

Blanche swallowed her sighs with her rising annoyance.

 

“If I said I was here to fight, I will fight. You’ve been making me say it twice since earlier. I’m done with you.”

 

“Huh?”

 

Stomping fearlessly, she stood in front of Amerigo, then threw a punch aiming at his stomach.

 

Amerigo blocked the fist with his palm, which would have been light and fluffy even if he was hit anyway.

 

After crushing her hand like this, he was going to enjoy the beauty’s sweet scream. That was Amerigo’s fatal mistake.

 

The moment Blanche’s fist and his palm met.

 

No more, no less, there was a ragged hole in Amerigo’s palm the size of Blanche’s fist.

 

He was so startled that he forgot the pain and looked at it as if he had been possessed by something. Something resembling a raw meatball was dangling through the hole on the back of his hand.

 

Surprisingly, it was his own shattered bones and crushed flesh.

 

Amerigo looked at Blanche with a belated astonishment.

 

“You, this… What the hell…”

 

This would be his last memory. Because this time, Blanche’s fist met his stomach.

 

Her fist, digging into his thick flesh at once, neutralized him so easily. In the blink of an eye, blood poured like a fountain behind Amerigo’s back.

 

Thud.

 

Amerigo’s massive body fell backwards bluntly.

 

Blanche’s right arm was painted red with blood, along with the [White Sand Bracelet]. Even her shoulder, it looked like a wing.

 

Tuduk, tuk.

 

The afternoon sun shone brightly on the drops of blood dripping from her arm.

 

Blanche was still standing expressionlessly, in the middle of the crowd, immersed in a chilling silence.

 

Suddenly, she stared at the Miele family. They lost their boss in an instant, and they were engulfed in shock and could not even get rid of their fear.

 

Blanche asked.

 

“Consilieri of the Miele family. Where did your dead boss get apples this midwinter?”

 

At the end of the silence, a man squeaked inaudibly as if he had been strangled.

 

“Oh, we have a greenhouse.”

 

“Okay. Then move all the edible vegetables and fruits in your greenhouse to the Giotto Family House.”

 

“Yes. Yes. Of course…!”

 

He nodded eagerly, he was still in a daze.

 

Blanche wiped her blood-soaked hands and checked her status window again.

 

[Blanche Marquette LV 199

Age 17 / Female

Health 446/446

Magic 405 (White Sand Bracelet effect applied)

Fame 10

Morality Error

Stress 0 (White Sand Bracelet effect applied)

Remaining stat points: 0]

 

That’s it. She poured all of her 198 remaining stat points into her Health just before the fight started.

 

Blanche turned off the status window and called the Miele family Consilieri again.

 

“Consilieri.”

 

“Yes, 『Your Majesty』!”

 

“Do you have hot water here?”

 

“Yes? Yes we do!”

 

“Great. I need to wash up a bit. And before that…”

 

She slowly looked around her as she stopped talking.

 

As if she was looking for someone.

 

“Everyone who just called me a prostitute, come out.”

 

Blanche was learning quickly.

 

* * *

 

Illia and the family returned home late in the morning. It must have been a pretty tough battle, as they were full of dirt, sweat and wounds from head to toe.

 

Blanche was sitting next to Giulio on the sofa in the first floor drawing room, both eating a bright red apple.

 

Illia entered the drawing room with an indifferent expression on his face and greeted Blanche, while Sylvano raised his hands in the air, trembling with fuss.

 

“Rejoice, Blanche! As of today, our Giotto family has completely taken over the Eastern section!”

 

She nodded her head.

 

“What about casualties?”

 

Illia answered.

 

“There were four deaths. Eight people were injured.”

 

“Not as many died as I thought. That’s a relief.”

 

Sylvano smirked and cleared his throat.

 

“Uh-huh! Now we are rich! Huh? But where did you get that apple?”

 

Giulio announced the good news with both cheeks still full of apples, like a squirrel’s cheek pouch.

 

“Today sister Blanche became 『Her Majesty』, Uncle Sylvano!”

 

The old man in his sixties doubted his ears and closed his eyes blankly.

 

“What? 『Her Majesty』?”

 

Blanche calmly nodded her head with a calm gaze that did not contain a single flutter.

 

“Yes. I became King.”

 

Sylvano squeaked.

 

“What are you talking about! Tell me in detail, Blanche!”

 

Not only Illia, but also the members of the gang who were busy organizing their weapons while going back and forth in the hallways also listened to the conversation in the drawing room.

 

Suddenly, Guillermo came into the drawing room and rebuked Sylvano, as if trying to clear up this confusion.

 

“Huh! How impertinent!”

 

At the appearance of a stranger, Illia pointed the musket hanging on his back at Guillermo.

 

“Who are you?”

 

Sylvano did not stand still. His dexterity was so swift that Guillermo had no choice but to give way to Sylvano’s butterfly knife under his neck. But Guillermo, far from worrying about himself, only smiled at Blanche.

 

“『Your Majesty』. Our Campano family, as ordered, have arranged all the food pillaged from the Miele family in the basement.”

 

Illia looked at Guillermo quietly and muttered a single word from his mouth.

 

“Pillage?”

 

Blanche corrected.

 

“It’s not like that. I got it as a gift.”

 

Guillermo stepped up.