Team villains except me

Chapter 565 Shed Tears for Me

Ellit disliked the surname "Winquil".

To be precise, he loathed everything about his father. Or rather, his first owner.

Dooku stared intently at Elrit, who was oblivious, lost in thought about the past.

After a long while, Elrit finally raised the corners of his lips.

"Dooku, a pureblood succubus is an unsuccessful atavism."

"why."

"Most pureblood succubi have all sorts of problems. Just like my charm can go out of control, some pureblood succubi are missing limbs, some are born with extreme personalities, and some are so stupid that they can't live independently... I was never a good person by nature."

Ellit spoke with a pout, but Dooku could sense his sadness.

Dooku thought for a moment, then took out the image stone and handed it to Elrit.

Ellit didn't answer.

"Saying such things to the image stone is too unbecoming of a succubus."

"No, you're recording yourself. You were happy when you held the image stone. You can film me."

Ellit paused for a moment.

He was always recording his teammates' embarrassing moments with the recording stone, which made him happy. However, he thought Dooku's suggestion was quite good.

He took the image stone and then pointed it at Dooku.

Dooku sat upright. Eileen wouldn't do that; she was always slouching. Spideres was the same; she always leaned on Fiana's or Nolvia's shoulder, like a boneless vine. Nolvia liked the sofa in the living room and sat very casually. He wanted to capture a picture of Nolvia's flustered expression—either one of them was injured, or Nolvia had been drinking.

He thought Fiana and Hugh were the most pretentious. Fiana sat very upright, as did Hugh; the dukes and princes of these two countries were very conscious of their image. But in his image stone, they were sleeping crookedly.

He didn't consciously think about it. Just by pointing the image stone at Dooku, he could recall many details about his teammates, and even his bad mood was softened, without large chunks of sadness.

Ellit gave a soft hum.

He lowered his eyes and opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out.

It seems like we're getting closer and closer to Titig.

Ellit turned his head away, his voice low and hoarse.

"My biological parents were both lovers of a high-ranking nobleman. They had an affair and then I was born."

The nobleman believed I was his child, so he treated me very well. As I grew up, my talents gradually emerged, but these talents were uncontrollable, a condition unique to pure-blooded succubi. The nobleman became suspicious, investigated my identity, and discovered that I was a pure-blooded succubus.

A hybrid succubus and a pure-blooded succubus cannot be born.

He was betrayed by two lovers. He tried to strangle me. His hands were big and warm, and he gripped my neck tightly. I was so stupid. I was so scared that I instinctively used my charm. I should have just let him strangle me then.

"No...no. Don't."

The red marks on Dooku's face became very noticeable. Tears welled up in his purple eyes.

Ellit was stunned.

It's incomprehensible.

"I haven't even gotten to the tragic part yet, Dooku, why are you crying? You're crying too soon."

The more nonchalant Ellit was, the more distressed Dooku felt. His chest tightened, a mixture of acid and bitterness mingling and eventually turning into tears. His face flushed, and he could barely speak.

Although this was within Ellit's expectations, he felt the timing was a bit premature. He hadn't even recounted how he'd been sold off, had his fingers broken, been imprisoned, and manipulated... and how he'd barely been strangled to death, yet Dooku was already breaking down. What did that matter compared to the suffering to come? Nothing at all.

Compared to Dooku's own experience, this is nothing.

really weird.

What's there to cry about?

Ellit shrugged helplessly.

"Stop crying, it's not time to cry yet. Do you still want to hear what I have to say?"

Dooku nodded, his voice trembling. He covered his eyes with his hands.

"I'm listening."

Elliott stared at Dooku, and suddenly he regretted it.

Many people smile for him. Many people desire him. He is too beautiful, a succubus, and with his overflowing talent and deliberate flattery, no one in this world could dislike him.

But very few people cried for him or felt wronged for him.

The thought that Fiana and the others would shed tears because of the torment he had suffered filled him with a sense of satisfaction.

In comparison, the shame of recounting the past seems insignificant.

He had never seen Hughes cry before, and he was looking forward to it.

Ellit leisurely put away the image stone.

“You want to hear it, but I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Everyone is finding it on their own. It’s not fair to give you the standard answer.”

Dooku stared blankly at Ellit.

The beautiful succubus smiled, and the entire magic circle lit up because of her smile. She revealed her sharp fangs and tossed her golden, wavy hair.

"I'm not going to give you the questions. Unless you mention that Tiger won't urge me to study."

"……Can't."

Dooku refused without hesitation.

Ellit clicked his tongue.

"So it really didn't work? Hughter and Norvia are really cunning..."

Dooku wanted to say something more, but the magic circle had already reached Titig.

Elrit stood up and stretched.

“Let’s go, Dooku. Morgana and Gilan should be waiting for us outside. Natalie might be there too, so let’s not keep them waiting too long.”

Dooku responded with an "oh," and followed behind Elrit, his eyes bright and clear, still wet with tears.

"Ellit".

"uh-huh."

"I will protect you."

"Really? You have to protect me. Even if Hughes wants to hit me, you have to stand in front of me."

"Hugh. Why did we hit you? Hugh, no, we won't."

"Hughes won't hit you. Besides, you don't need to take final exams. I really envy you."

"Why?"

Dooku's attention was completely diverted, and Ellit was satisfied as he discussed a slightly lighter topic with Dooku.

Before meeting Morga and Gilan, Dooku suddenly asked him a question.

"Does your throat hurt?"

Ellit initially thought it was a natural sarcasm, that Dooku thought he was talking too much. Dooku sometimes blurted out things that could choke someone, yet he was always very sincere.

But Ellit quickly realized what was happening.

Dooku asked him if his throat hurt when he was almost strangled to death by a nobleman.

Ellit thought about it seriously.

Actually, he doesn't remember.

At that time, his fear probably outweighed his pain. After all, he knew nothing back then and thought he was the only descendant of a great nobleman, a noble young master. Suddenly, his father, who had been so good to him, went mad and hated him so much that he wanted to kill him.

"...It doesn't hurt at all. I can't feel anything."

Elrit smiled and answered easily.