It Is Fate To Be Loved by the Villains chapter 159

159. The First Ordeal

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The friendship of Yuria Greyhounder is very narrow.

Elijah was the only person who publicly recognized her as a friend, and the only other people she spoke to were her sister, Sir Ophelia, and Dawood.

It would be nice to say that it satisfies all the conditions necessary for its social communication skills to be destroyed catastrophically.

“…”

“…”

In that sense.

The opponent in front of me was very uncomfortable.

“…Uh, uh, that, ha, student president.”

She opened her mouth, desperately fiddling with the new leash Daud had given her.

This is the only thing that gives her relief when she is now facing this person.

“What are you doing here…?”

“…”

No answer.

Yuria cried inwardly.

Why did he come in and put such pressure on himself?

Unnie, why is she out of town when she is like this?

‘…The selection of heroes, I said today.’

I heard that the full-fledged ‘trial’ begins today. Daud, Elijah, and the wizard Faynol, whom we saw earlier, must all be out there.

While she was thinking about that, El Nore gracefully put the teacup down from her lips.

‘…Wow.’

Unbeknownst to her, YuRia let out such an exclamation.

Every movement overflows with elegance. All of a sudden, I realize that this person is the real noble lady.

Although he sometimes commits eccentricities, he is a person who has enough elements to charm many men.

He is a genius in swordsmanship, and Moonjae also has enough to hold the position of student council president.

Above all, it is beautiful.

Compared to Yuria herself, who is short for a woman and has a weak body, she is an alluring person who is incomparable.

Yes.

Her ‘class’ itself is different from her.

Perhaps, even in Dawood’s eyes, if Elnor and Yuria were placed side by side, she would look like a child.

She might not even look like a woman at all.

“…”

As soon as I felt that way, I unknowingly grabbed the leash that Dawood gave me.

Still, still.

This is a token of her promise that the man gave her. A device that allows her to recognize him as her precious existence.

And that’s it.

-Do you think that’s true?

Whenever she felt this kind of anxiety, the ‘voice’ that came to her without fail resonated in her head.

“…”

Again, this voice.

What used to sound like tinnitus now resonates into her consciousness as a distinctly shaped voice.

It feels as if there is another cohabitant inside the body.

-Who likes a kid with no charm like you?

And that voice.

As usual.

-If you’re not doing anything like that, just hand it over to me. If you keep going like this, you will be taken away by other ‘colors’. Are you going to be abandoned, ignored, procrastinating, watching another woman monopolize that man?

“…”

-You are a loner. It was cold, lonely, and painful by being alone for so long.

Very much.

-By the way. You’re going to take away the warmth you’ve been looking for for so long?

“…”

-To another woman?

He was spitting out slurping words about her breasts.

But.

‘…I don’t like it.’

Yuria pressed her chest tightly and bowed her head.

As soon as she brought out that answer, her whole body trembled. An energy full of signs asking if ‘you’ would dare to rebel against my words runs through my whole body, starting from my heart.

Still. Never.

‘…I won’t be swayed by you again.’

No.

You shouldn’t listen to these words.

By the way, didn’t he commit a crime that threatened Daoud’s life before?

The man never betrays himself. He will believe it

She bit her lip as the pain raged through her body.

Elnor, who hadn’t said anything before, suddenly said a word.

“By any chance, do you hear something like a ‘voice’?”

“…Yes?”

YuRia involuntarily passed her dry saliva at the feeling that her heart really jumped.

It must be a miracle that he barely showed it.

Probably because her sister always reminded her never to reveal that she had ‘something’ on her body.

And more than that.

For this person, the feeling that ‘things like that’ should not be discovered comes from his instinct.

“Wh, I don’t know what you are talking about…”

When YuRia answered, breaking out in her cold sweat, her eyes of El Nore coldly scanned her up and down.

It’s as if he already knows that he’s lying.

“…Hmm, well. In terms of feeling, I thought it would definitely be there for you.”

Looking at the way he speaks, it doesn’t seem like that.

‘…Uh…’

Yuria shed tears inside and lifted the teacup with her trembling hands.

I have a sore stomach. For a person like her, just looking at a woman who exudes such an adult charm is a pressure. It even makes me feel inferior.

So, when I heard the following words.

She couldn’t help but be startled.

“Well, it doesn’t matter if it’s not that. Can I borrow some of your tricks?”

“…”

I almost spouted the tea water I was drinking.

“…Yes?”

“It sounds like a cup of tea together.”

Even after seeing YuRia coughing and coughing, her answer flowed out in a flat voice.

‘…That’s strange.’

What does a person who looks so perfect have to ask of himself?

While YuRia thought so and stuck her question marks into her eyes, El Nore’s gaze went to the severer hanging on her back and settled on it.

“…A sword with great value, and the way you handle it is very familiar. It’s a skill to deal with. It must be the workmanship as rumored.”

“A rumor…?”

“There are rumors in the Faculty of Engineering that there is a small slaughter tank in District 1 that will cut down anything that approaches it.”

“…”

What kind of gossip is that? Yuria cried again.

A slaughter tank, no matter how much she is, she is a woman with a girl’s heart. She’s never done anything that earned her a ghastly nickname…

“…Originally, if I were a woman near him, I would never have asked for anything first.”

El Nore let out a sigh.

Yuria also smiled bitterly at those words.

I guess so.

I heard that this person, she is apparently stalking Daoud.

It is only natural that you know that the man will come to see you from time to time.

“Because I have an opponent I want to win. He’s the guy you never want to lose.”

“…Who do you want to beat?”

“It’s because of the thief cat of Goyan Simbo trying to get the stone stuck in the rolling stone theme.”

“…”

“The color is also unlucky golden. Just looking at it makes me quite annoyed.”

Um, that.

From YuRia’s point of view, El Nordo looks like that too.

The one closest to the man is herself. Daoud would treat meeting you halfway as ‘playing with fire’.

‘I’ve never taken a walk on a leash before…!’

Feeling such strange pride, she let out a heated snort at Elnor.

Of course, it was only released in a timid manner. She had no courage to express it to her.

Anyway.

“…A stray cat?”

If it’s about ‘ruling out’ something that sticks to Daud, then she should listen to it too.

“Yes. You must be plotting something in this selection of heroes.”

If you think of the human tendency of Chancellor Sullivan, there is no way he would show his feelings for Daud and not take action.

In the midst of this ‘hero selection’ that is going on right now.

Obviously, something is going on.

“We should let the stray cat know his subject.”

“…Hmm, is it very dangerous?”

“I won’t kill or die anyone. I promise you.”

Yuria lightly scratched her cheek.

Anyway, seeing as she demands her ‘sword skills’ of herself, she’s sure something dangerous is about to happen.

She will definitely get scolded later if she jumps out on something like this without telling her sister…

“As a down payment, I will give you a picture of Daud.”

“…”

What are you talking about, this person?

“…If it’s a down payment, it’s normal to trade money or valuables…?”

“What are you talking about? What in the world is more valuable than this man?”

“…”

“Do you think that money or valuables are more important than this man? Since I’m inviting talented people myself, I’m putting out things like this.”

“…”

The logic is, is that right…Me?

No, of course she likes Daud’s picture, but it’s true.

Those thoughts pounded in YuRia’s head.

“Pictures making a sleepy expression, smiling, exercising, studying, eating…”

Every time the photos are lined up on the tea table one by one.

Her gaze wandered over it as if possessed.

“…”

It’s cool.

It’s cute.

Lovely.

My heart races.

I want to decorate each one with a picture frame. I want to keep it as a treasure.

Yuria gulped down her dry saliva.

“…That came out well.”

“Out of more than 300 shots taken in one day, only the best ones were carefully selected. I took special care of you and brought you here.”

“…”

One thing is certain.

This person is a stalker. It’s also severe.

“And finally. If you successfully complete the request.”

After saying that, El Nore took out another photo from her arms.

It was a photo showing only the back side.

Oddly enough, that white space alone is a magical figure that catches YuRia’s attention.

“I’ll give you this.”

“…That, what is that?”

“A picture of her drying her hair after coming out of the bath.”

“…”

“Your upper body is exposed.”

“…Let’s listen to the story.”

El Nore nodded her head.

She seemed to know that she would come over.

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＜ System Message ＞

[ Target ‘Yuria’ and target ‘Elnor’ form a party! ]

!! Butterfly Effect!!

[ The formation of the party greatly increases the chance that other vessels will also be affected! ]

[ The possibility of changes in the behavior of target ‘Seras’, target ‘Liru’, and target ‘Sullivan’ increases! ]

[ Interaction between objects intensifies! ]

[ There is a very high possibility that the main quest will be affected! ]

“…”

What is this?

‘…What else is the butterfly effect?’

Now it doesn’t just happen from my actions, it seems like something is going wrong outside even if I’m just sucking my finger.

I hope you stop bothering me.

‘Just let me go through the main quests…’

I looked around while thinking about that.

The first process of the hero’s ordeal is very intuitive.

It is a way to create a simulated dungeon that is close to the actual situation and give points to those who arrive at the center first.

‘…It’s really dangerous.’

Watching Elijah warming up at the start line with a slightly nervous look makes me think of that.

It’s me, I recently subdued an ancient god-level monster, so to be honest, I don’t feel particularly inspired by dungeon subjugation now.

To be honest, the fact that students are doing that kind of thing doesn’t make sense in the first place.

Because if you do it wrong, you could really die.

“…”

Well, it will be fine.

All of the warrior candidates, including Elijah, are monsters that make no sense.

Right now, it’s the same with this guy.

“W.”

Let’s turn our heads at the feeling of a tap on my shoulder.

On that side, there was a talker.

Spoilers.

A monster that has been through countless years, with a track record of leading the kingdom of Balcasus to destruction.

“…”

“…”

What is this bastard, he pretends to be friendly with me.

As I looked at him with a frown on his face, he stepped back from behind him, raising his hands and sticking out his tongue.

“Hey, are you going to hit me then?”

“…”

Instead of answering anything, he only sighed deeply.

It’s good that Barcassus is sleeping.

It wouldn’t have been strange if the Soul Linkers had run amok if they were awake.

Before, it was when I was ‘transformed’ by the seal effect of Fallen Heaven, so I didn’t have a chance to communicate or anything.

That doesn’t give this guy a reason to talk to me like it’s nothing.

“…What is it? We’re not supposed to be talking like this.”

Honestly, it’s absurd.

I knew that there was some link between Seonghwangguk and the Seonghwangguk, but I casually crawled into the selection of heroes and acted as a ‘candidate’ for the hero.

“…”

But I am the only one who knows that.

Considering his fighting prowess, I’d rather ignore him as much as possible.

If you tell anyone else, including Atalanta, there’s a high chance that you’ll end up poking the beehive. Because there is no one who can ‘handle’ this guy, at least not in Elfante right now.

It’s a story that even touching them first becomes more cautious.

I don’t know what the heck he was trying to do with such an iron plate and approaching me, but at least if he’s quiet right now, there’s no need to raise his business.

“No. Just to ask you a few questions.”

After saying that, the talker looked at my chest and said.

“Is the apostle all right?”

“…”

You mean Tatiana.

This guy, he seems to know that his soul is now ‘tied’ to me.

I must have heard something from the Seer about my ‘Seal’.

“…”

“Wah, whoa. Don’t look so scary. Let’s be friends for a while.”

“…I don’t have the will to be friendly with a pioneer bastard.”

The guy smiled and said.

“That is a bit upsetting.”

I didn’t understand the story that followed, though.

“My captain, did you send me here to protect you?”

“…?”

What?

“What kind of bullsh*t is that-“

[All candidates for the hero return to their positions!]

At the same time that announcement resonated, the talker grinned.

“Well, see you later. The other candidates for the hero are also tough, so try not to fall behind.”

“…Wait. I’m not done talking yet-“

“See you later~”

The talker, who left only those words in a frivolous tone, quickly disappeared.

It was a resolute action that I couldn’t even put a word on.

I look at him with a frown.

‘…He came here to ‘protect’ me.’

Aside from what the Precursor meant by sending that guy with such an order.

“…”

Replacement.

You mean to protect me from ‘what’?

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