Misunderstood Villain: Heroines Mourn My Death - Chapter 396: I’m Sorry

Chapter 396: I’m Sorry

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{Outside The Projection}

Their Sultan was wrong.

They were wrong too.

Malik didn’t fail.

He had undoubtedly stopped the Fall.

His journey was a resounding success, more so than any other.

Of course, he knew that too, but perhaps in the moment, it felt like it didn’t matter anyway.

Because, well, those still with the mark would be Corrupted, and unlike those who came before him, he didn’t have the courtesy of a damned timer.

It was going to be completely random.

Pure and utter chaos.

He could not control it.

This chaos was no ladder that he could climb.

Malik could not have his eyes constantly looking everywhere on Fam Iblis.

Yes, he neared Godly feats even as a Mithqal, but still, he was a human.

A human with the qualities one could find within a Malāk.

But again, human.

One with impossible expectations of himself.

Following standards that no one could ever hope to meet.

Still, even if he didn’t acknowledge it, he more than met those standards.

That was why he was ready to end it all.

Or at least, he tried to make it seem like he was.

This was Malik, and he would do what he promised.

Even if the promise was forced upon him by someone he hated.

There was no way he was going to abandon Fam Iblis and leave the Golden Throne empty.

Leave it to some unprepared noble with an ego the size of the monument.

No, by now, the world knew him enough to be sure of that.

This was just…

Hesitation.

Malik knew the Path ahead better than anyone.

A Path that they were still not completely privy to.

It was going to be so very tough.

After all, his ’Silent Requiem…’

What exactly was it?

A requiem, by definition, was a mass for the dead.

So… what? Did Malik hold mass for those he killed?

But he said, “My Silent Requiem.”

It was his mass… for his death.

Was it just another way of revealing how he planned his own death?

By now, almost everyone knew that he wanted the world united; with their hatred of him being so strong, they wouldn’t even begin to think of fighting against each other.

They’d be preparing themselves, getting strong, all in hopes of killing him.

Perhaps it was his way of preparing them for his departure.

Or maybe it was him preparing them for an enemy.

The Fall… an outside force, anything.

But no, that didn’t make it his Silent Requiem; that was already established.

…This was something new.

They couldn’t understand it.

And those that did, i.e., Sinbad and Dunya, never said a word.

Of course, one of them couldn’t even if they wanted to, which they didn’t, and the other was too busy staring at the projection, at the scene above the {Complete End Of Volume Nine: Beneath The Olive Tree} title drop.

That someone was obviously Sinbad.

This, before them all, was the last time he felt any drop of warmth from his Elder Brother.

It was the moment that sealed his future to a so very lonely end.

Yes, he had Sinbad and quickly Dunya, but…

’We weren’t what he needed.’

As much as he hated to admit it, Sinbad saw it as the truth.

They definitely helped Malik; he was sure of that, but it was so very far from enough.

Malik was a man filled with scars, ones that ran so deep they could never be healed.

There were many holes in his heart, holes that time could only shrink.

Time could not heal those voids, no matter how long it tried.

He was a broken man on a mission.

A Sultan completing his one last vow.

Every single thing he did was for that.

Nothing else mattered.

And again, he succeeded.

Their hatred of him reached astronomical heights.

They banded together and formed the Heroic Coalition, all to get rid of him.

Of “Evil.”

…Why did he have to succeed?

Could he not have failed just this once?

Couldn’t he have just given them another chance?

A chance to redeem themselves.

That thought kept repeating in all their minds.

It was loudest in Huda’s, echoing over and over.

As did something else.