107 – Episode 107 Oh, how can I put up with Cheonyuhak’s birthday party! (8)
Reason Although it seemed like this, Yuna was acting very rationally by her standards.
I resisted wanting to jump out of the bush several times every time he made a bomb declaration, and I resisted wanting to have my face shaved with a mace when beggar bitches tried to work on Illak.
I even put up with the fact that the ugliest part of myself was almost caught by Illak because of things like prostitutes.
Only one.
It was to solve this question without being noticed by Illak.
Kang So-hyun.
He is a friend he made after entering the academy, and a boy who was always strangely afraid of himself.
At first, I was skeptical.
Because neither the appearance that unnecessarily appealed to anyone, nor the talent that attracted men regardless of their tastes had no effect on him.
It was the first time except for Illak, but it wasn’t as friendly as Illak’s.
Rather, he guarded himself and kept his distance as much as possible.
If he had just stopped there, he would have passed on that there are people like that, but he didn’t end there.
Honestly, as much as he is aware that his personality is twisted, it was always questionable that he was kind to himself while keeping his distance.
It is not love. It wasn’t even succumbing to fear.
He was confident in feeling the emotions of others, so this was close to certainty.
What he feels for me is always a feeble sympathy and sympathy. And it was a responsibility.
Why? What are you? Why do you have such feelings for me? He knew that he could be friends with him while having such doubts at the same time.
It was because he had a secret as well, and he was not the only one who harbored such feelings.
He had similar feelings for Lilac, for the professors, and sometimes for the other cadets.
If you don’t have affection for me, wouldn’t it be nice if you cared for Illak?
I thought so.
However, if he knew all of his ugly secrets, if there was a chance he would tell Illak.
I had to keep his mouth shut at all costs.
The reason why he felt afraid of himself so far is also understandable if he knows his identity.
The sense that all puzzles fit together.
“…Tell me. What are you?”
He looked this way for a while without saying anything.
Are you going to make excuses or are you going to be serious? Or maybe it’s just that he’s trying to make a fuss about it.
…Perhaps he feels betrayed after a long time.
He thought he would never feel this way again.
I wonder if I liked the existence of friends more than I thought.
The moment when those mixed feelings of regret came to mind.
“After…”
The magic began to swirl around him.
He had a vast and thick demonic energy that was incomparable to the small demonic energy he had been harboring since birth and hovered around him without spreading at all.
“Actually, I can handle demons.”
“…What? How?”
It wouldn’t be difficult to figure out who you were if you could handle this high concentration of demonic energy, but there was no way that a mediocre cadet who was not born with the talent of a black magician could handle this level of demonic energy.
The moment the whirling demonic energy subsided and a certain pattern appeared on his right hand at the same time.
The demonic blood flowing through half of his body screamed.
I told the owner of that pattern that I shouldn’t dare question the agent of ‘him’.
I have to get down on my knees right now and beg for my sins.
What is it? I don’t know the devil’s ecology or habits. What on earth is that pattern that makes me so visceral fear?
Is he too dangerous?
“Ah, Shiva. What’s this. He said he would help.”
After saying that, he covered the pattern on his hand with a glove he took out from somewhere before approaching me.
“Hey, are you okay? Your face color is so bad no, shit. What is this?”
The emotions felt in his gaze were only worry, guilt, and regret.
Worried…? In this situation? Me?
Ah, looking at it that way.
On the day we first met.
When Illak betrayed himself who had hoped to enjoy lunch with the two of them and brought someone along.
When I was seriously thinking that if I smashed the other person’s head, this would never happen again.
Even though it seemed that Illak dragged him by force, he was sorry and worried about me, so I tolerated him.
Now that I think about it, it’s kind of absurd.
A kid who even filmed a youth drama in the middle of the night saying that Illak would connect me, suddenly reveals my identity to Illak?
A kid who can handle this level of demon is afraid of me because I’m a half demon?
It was an absurd delusion.
…You’re excited.
Yeah, I wasn’t rational.
I haven’t lived a very rational life in my life, but at least this time I felt like I was wrong.
They called me a defective product, and I was so nervous that Illak would find out who I was.
I was also afraid that my best friend would see me as something other than ‘Lee Yoo-na’.
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
“…What is it?”
“What do I look like?”
To you, my friend, am I an ugly half-demon delinquent succubus? Or is it human reason?
“…Can I be honest with you?”
“Yes, of course.”
“You’re not really going to get angry, are you?”
“…What the hell are you trying to say?”
He hesitated for a while, then looked at me as if he had made up his mind.
“…A pink chihuahua.”
And that answer was quite unexpected.
*
The devil’s touch will help you, so you have to pay the price of the contract.
It’s not a real contract, but a tentative contract that you can borrow at any time.
So, without thinking much about it, the moment I cut and gave it to the amount I normally use when strengthening, a demonic storm swept the surroundings.
What is…? It’s so efficient that I just cut off some of the original jingi and gave it to you, but why did that black magician sell his colleagues’ corpses and only do that?
But how do you deal with this? It’s subtly different from magical power, so I’m not sure how to handle it…?
At the same time, two questions came to my mind, but at least the latter was an unnecessary worry.
The massive demonic energy moved on its own as if it wasn’t the energy I gave it to deal with in the first place, gathering in my right arm.
“Actually, I can handle demons.”
So far so good. So I was able to bluff.
However, the moment the condensed and dense demon drew a strange pattern on his right hand, that situation was no longer the case.
No, what the fuck, what an idiot pattern. One black spirit is enough.
Because before that mischievous thought was over, Lee Yu-na sharply twisted her expression and grabbed her chest as if she was having trouble breathing.
What the fuck is this all of a sudden?
-A half-horse that has not even been awakened by the ranks of the underworld cannot dare to face the noble beings of hell. You are currently authorized as an agent by virtue of a special provisional contract.
-That can no longer question you. Also, if you want, everything you want…
‘Shut up.’
I hurriedly covered the pattern with my gloves. Only then did I feel better, and Lee Yu-na exhaled.
-I want help…
‘Didn’t I ask for help or catch the kid? You crazy bastard.’
Fucked. Fucked a real dog.
The reason for being able to handle demons, or the plan to lie about something like that, all flew out of my head.
Is this okay?
I hurriedly ran to Lee Yu-na.
-If it wasn’t for you.
A woman who looked at me with eyes full of disgust. Originally, she could not be a hero, she was a woman who should have fallen and perished because of my love.
-I came here to kill you, but is it still not enough?
Should I go this far? I’ve already made too many mistakes to have such a question.
So she grabbed the woman by the neck.
The neck is thin and looks like it could break at any moment.
I couldn’t believe that this was the lifeline of a woman called one of the world’s greatest heroes.
The body of the one who forged herself as her hero, transcending her destiny solely out of hatred for me, was still as thin as when she was a student.
– Why don’t you laugh if it’s funny? Why? We fought so much, did you even hear it? Get rid of it because it’s disgusting.
With a flash of madness in her eyes looking at me, she grabbed my wrist.
I’ve already ruined my whole body. He also took all of his magical power. What is here is not a hero, but a woman on the brink of death.
-If you don’t kill me right away, I will definitely kill you. No, even if I die, I will kill you. There’s no way I can forgive you just because you died.
It was impossible, but I became anxious.
So I put power into her hands. It’s still an unpleasant feeling.
No, damn it. This is not my memory
Reason There is no reason for me and I to kill each other, and the remaining sensations at my fingertips are just an illusion.
Isn’t it?
Please.
Why I was shaking I don’t know what she said to me, but she raised her head.
She looked at me for a moment and smiled dejectedly.
Of course, there was no feeling of hatred or disgust from the woman he had seen in his memory.
It’s natural, but I feel very fortunate in those eyes.
“Hey, can I ask you something?”
“What is it?”
“What do I look like?”
My heart felt like it would stop for a moment.
It was like looking into my memory.
What is she to me now?
She
She drove the lilac, but in the end she couldn’t break his throat and she was the queen of the oxidized succubus.
A woman who rebuilt everything of her own in order to get her revenge, and took on the part of her world’s greatest hero.
No.
None of these are “My” Memories.
One is just a possibility of a future that has disappeared, and the other is just an afterimage in a fucking memory whose owner is unknown.
Then what is she to me?
She was a somewhat uncomfortable acquaintance, a tomboy on the verge of exploding, a severe lilac addict, and a girl who could barely be called her friend.
“Can I be honest with you?”
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
“Pink Chihuahua.”
“…What?”
“Pink Chihuahua. From the first time we met, you didn’t care about anything other than lilacs, and you were ready to bite people at any moment.”
She tilted her head as if she were in doubt.
“So to me you are a pink chihuahua. It’s vicious compared to its size, and because of that, I don’t know where it will bounce, so I’m afraid I’m going to die.”
“Pooh.”
Hmm?
“Puheh…Fuh.”
…Are you laughing?
I honestly thought it would suck?
Judging by the way she grumbled and held on to her stomach, it seemed that she was enduring it quite hard.
The pink girl smiled cutely for a long time, then returned to her usual expressionless expression.
“You must have been afraid of that. Yes, it can be scary.”
“…Is that funny?”
“At least Illak and you won’t bite, so don’t worry.”
Her smile smiled as she got up.
“Are we friends for now?”
-Do I dare to call you a friend?
I forcibly pushed her rising doubt.
“It’s an honor.”
I’m not going to see anything like that.
The moment I was trying to organize the case like that, the beginning of this case quietly spoke to me in my head.
-Demon’s Touch asks to speak.
‘…Noisy. You should know how to serve it with black young rice.’
Even if you cross the line, you should cross it in moderation.
I was worried that I hadn’t been able to feed the Black Spirit the right things since the Rose Dragon, but you…
-I admit failure, but track down the reverse summoning of the succubus instead.
…Doesn’t it seem like there’s nothing to feed?
*
Beyond the devil’s touch, the devil smiled.
How can I not be happy that I was able to engrave my own pattern on his body smoothly.
In fact, I knew that if I did this, he would not like it and would condone the embarrassing tattoo on his body.
This was a kind of anticipation control.
If you continue to do well, your expectations will rise, but on the other hand, wouldn’t your vigilance towards a competent devil also increase?
So I’d rather make a big mistake at first and show off my competence bit by bit.
Let him be off guard and open up to me little by little, but still remember my mistakes and not be too wary of me.
Even if it was a provisional contract, as long as he had a pattern on his body, time was on his side.
*
“Guys, I told you not to fight in the human world.”
“Hey, my queen…!”
“I’m sorry!”
“No, it’s okay. I was able to fill all my quotas, and thanks to you I found a good-looking offering, and more than anything else, thanks to you, I was able to see the child I missed.”
The Queen smiled seductively and nodded her head.
“You were still alive.”
It was a smile closer to twisted obsession than affection, but it was definitely a beautiful smile that would captivate anyone who saw it.
“Yeah, it’s okay. It wasn’t to the extent that the plan was disrupted. Can we do better next time?”
“Yes!”
“Of course!”
The Queen’s hand caressed them.
“Everything is for the perfect dream street.”
The moment she said that, countless bat wings unfolded and fluttered again in search of her prey.
“Yes, for a perfect world where no one grieves.”