“Hey, is this enough… is it…?”
“No, sweep from the beginning again.”
“Oh, but… this is already the fifth time…”
Three hours after putting Perloche in a maid outfit and cleaning the church, she started crying and begging.
“Please… I think my arm is going to fall off… Please…”
– Frey A cooperation that will destroy and kill you!
“Ugh…!”
I looked at her quietly, then quietly touched the brooch and played her recorded words, and then she clenched her teeth and picked up the broom again.
“…Ouch!”
But for some reason she screamed and let go of the broom, and then she looked down at her hand and began to cry.
“Oh, it hurts…”
Her soft hands, which had never been protected by the church and had never done anything bad, were scratched and bleeding.
– Shaa…
Perloche, who was looking down at his hand like that, looked down at me and carefully tried to gather his strength in his hand…
“…don’t treat it.”
“yes?”
“Don’t treat it, just clean it as it is.”
“…..”
Hearing my cold voice, I trembled and grabbed the broom again.
After looking at her for a while, I got up from the chair where I was sitting and started to face her.
“…can I hold you so weakly?”
“Come on, wait a minute… It hurts so much…”
“Isn’t it supposed to be so tight?”
“Aww…!”
Arriving in front of her, I held her hand tightly with a cold expression on my face and rubbed it against the broom, and then the saint screamed and missed the broom again.
“…pick it up again.”
“Now, I was wrong… Please forgive me…”
Perloche got down on her knees and began to pray, and I pointed to her hand and asked coldly.
“…when did I tell you to heal your wounds?”
“Sin, I’m sorry… I was in so much pain…”
Frowning and looking at her hand, which had become slender, I picked up a broom and handed it to her and said:
“That’s right. Then let me clean my hands until they’re scratched again.”
“Ugh…”
When I spoke bluntly, the saint started weeping and cleaning the church again.
After such a long time, I noticed that the sun was starting to go down, so I got up and said to her.
“…Stop it now.”
“Ugh… Black…”
When I approached her and checked, it was not surprising that her hand was intact with no scars.
“…what are we going to do now?”
“I’m sorry…”
When I asked her coldly, the saint bowed her head and muttered, and I whispered while stroking her head.
“Is it that hard…?”
“Yes, yes… huh…”
“…Then, would you like to change what you do in the future?”
“Uh, what’s going on…?”
As she asked with hope, I answered with a smile.
“…it’s very simple, all you have to do is hold me at night. How about it?”
“……!”
Hearing that, the saint immediately looked at me with a disgusted expression and said:
“…I’ll clean up.”
“Where? The cathedral? Cleaning the cathedral won’t help me?”
“I’ll clean your room…”
– Pair!!
“…I will clean the master’s room.”
“Ok, fine.”
The saint, who changed her name only after being slapped on the face, began to stumble and go to the cleaning tool box.
“From now on, I’ll clean my room every evening. If I leave out even one day, it won’t be fun.”
“…yes.”
“And, if you have any thoughts, you can also attend my night…”
“stop.”
“yes?”
“Stop… please…”
As she quietly listened to my sarcastic voice, she put her broom down in her toolbox and changed her clothes, but suddenly stopped talking and looked at me with disgust and started talking.
“Please… don’t say such disgusting things to me with that face…”
“…a disgusting word?”
“Before I received the prophecy and became a saint… the words and smiles you said to me… What the hell was that…?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
As I struggled to avoid talking, the saint immediately changed her expression coldly and said:
“Ha… I see. You didn’t even remember what happened back then.”
“…What?”
“Even if I remembered it… it must have been a feeling of superiority, not just sympathy or compassion, sent to an orphan who was always on the street, right?”
“What are you talking about?”
“…Okay. I’m going to completely stop expecting you from today.”
Having said that, Perloche, who closed the toolbox, looked at me coldly and said.
“I thought maybe I could convert you. And when the moment came when I was forced to kill you for ruining my empire… I thought I should feel guilty.”
“…therefore?”
“However, no matter how stupid I am, at this point I know that all those thoughts were wrong.”
“…so, what do you want to say?”
“You are a monster, Mr. Frey.”
Ferroche, who looked at me with hateful eyes and scolded me, glanced at me as he headed towards the exit of the cathedral and said,
“…From now on, I will do whatever you ask me to do. So, please don’t spread that transcript to the world.”
“Then, will you help me through the night?”
“…I’d rather take my life than help with that.”
Having said these words, the saint staggered out of the church and began to walk down the streets of the night.
“I’m telling you just in case you don’t know… I have my eyes and ears everywhere, so don’t think nonsense.”
I said to her in a cold voice.
“…because it’s already spread to the extent that Kania already knows that you belong to your group.”
“…..!!!”
Hearing those words, Ferroche stopped walking and trembled, then disappeared into the darkness with his shoulders drooping.
And, after looking at her like that for a while, I used my information search skill to open the system window in front of my eyes, and then sighed.
[Perloche Astellade’s current emotions: anger/hate/disgust/disappointment/sadness]
“…I’m glad.”
A few days ago, I was curious about the mental state of Perloche who was trying to kill me, so I used the information search skill.
In her emotions then, instead of disgust, there was worry, instead of disgust, there was guilt.
Yes, the good-natured saint was still worried about me like Isolet.
That meant she was worried about me and felt guilty, even when she tried to kill me, knowing that she would become a villain who would ruin the empire in the future.
You might wonder what it means to be concerned about the person who was trying to kill you, but if you look at the doctrine of the Sun God Church, you will be able to understand it well enough.
According to the doctrine of the Sun God Church, when a person dies, he enters a state of soul and is judged in the underworld.
It is a very simple principle that the good people go to heaven and the bad people go to hell… Sometimes, when a terribly wicked evil person comes out, that person is said to fall into purgatory, the hell of the demons, and torment forever.
By the way, that doctrine was also in the ‘game setting’ mentioned in the Prophets. So, that’s probably true.
Anyway, Perloche, who believed in that doctrine, knew my good side from her childhood relationship, so it seems she was worried about me falling into purgatory until now.
Seriously, he’s a really great kid with just one personality.
‘…I can’t sleep well tonight for being cruel to such a good kid.’
However, I had no choice but to get rid of her worries and guilt.
Because at an event that will happen soon, everyone who cares about me will be very upset.
So, today, when the golden opportunity came, I made him fall for me by being harsh on Perloche and doing dirty words that she hates terribly.
Of course, it was Ferroche who witnessed a lot of me like that in the previous episode, but he must have been very shocked because it was the first time he was the subject of such an act.
And in order to maintain the shock she received, I must continue to torment her, and make sure she never worries about me again by uttering filthy words and deeds that she terribly hates.
If the saint completely hates me like that… Next time, Isolette should be focused on making her hate me.
Of course, doing both at the same time would be perfect, but… I also need time to catch my breath.
By the way, Kania seems to be worried about me somehow… Because she is a warlock, she is free from upcoming events. That one is very fortunate.
[False evil points 600pt acquired! (It’s scary when a good person gets angry)]
“…Whoa.”
After thinking like that, I forcefully pushed the False evil point window that appeared in front of my eyes, and I immediately slumped on the floor of the cathedral and started looking at the head of which Perloche was sitting when I first entered this place.
“Hey, why did you structure the world like this…?”
On the top stone, a large pattern of the sun god was drawn.
“…Like a legend, you throw a pillar of fire at the Demon King. Throwing a pillar of fire doesn’t make it any better.”
After looking at the pattern of the sun god for a while and talking about it, I got up with a liberated expression on my face.
“…if I die, will I go to heaven or go to hell?”
After muttering a topic that I had been curious about for a long time, I forcibly shook off the shimmering figure of Perloche, who was in pain because of me, and left the church slowly.
Today, I need to drink some alcohol.
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“Young Master, I’m a little late…”
“Ah… Kania… Hello…”
Kania, who returned to the dormitory late at night after practicing handling black magic in a dark place, looked at the scenery in the dormitory and widened her eyes.
“…what is all this? Young Master?”
“What is it… It’s alcohol…”
It was because there were a lot of wine bottles scattered around the desk where Frey was sitting.
“…Would you like a drink too?”
Among those bottles, Frey looked at herself with blank eyes and spoke, Kania asked with a slight frown.
“Are you sure you drank all this alcohol by yourself?”
“…yes.”
“If you’re not good at alcohol, how the hell can you drink so much…”
“…Cania.”
Then Frey responded with a wide smile to Kania, who started to approach the desk, clearing the bottles around her with a worried expression.
“…I’m drunk.”
“Yes?”
He couldn’t believe that Frey, who was flirting with even half a bottle, let alone a bottle, was too drunk, so Kania just thought it was his alcohol and tried to clear up the table…
“It’s because I have high mental power. No matter how much I eat, I won’t get drunk.”
“…ah.”
Then Frey sighed and spoke in a dreary voice, and sat across from him with a persuasive expression on his face.
“Then, did you usually act drunk?”
“…Yeah. Drinking and doing crazy things was the direct bread to get hated.”
Saying so, Frey took the drink next to him and began to gully inhale.
“…if you drink like that, you’re going to ruin your body.”
“A body that’s already broken when it’s broken, you can break it even more.”
“Still, good health…”
“It’s all useless. You should drink it all before you die.”
“……..”
Kania, who was trying to stop looking at Frey with worried eyes, grasped the meaning of Frey’s liberated voice, and bowed her head, unable to continue.
“…I’ll drink with you.”
“…What?”
When Kania, who had been bowing for a while, suddenly lifted her head and announced that they would like to drink together, Frey began to look at her with a surprised expression.
“…do you drink well?”
“…yes.”
“I didn’t know that. Then, get a drink.”
“…All right.”
So Frey and Kania started exchanging drinks with each other, and for a while, only the sound of sipping began to be heard in the dormitory.
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“…it must be true that alcohol is strong.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
Suddenly, alcohol began to fill the room, but the two of them did not know how to stop drinking.
This happened because Frey had the highest level of mental power in the world, and Kania had a constitution that absorbed most of the bad energy of alcohol with black magic.
“…Kania, can I lament you for a moment?”
“…Yes, please.”
However, unlike Kania, who completely absorbs the energy of alcohol, Frey, who began to be affected by alcohol to a certain extent, started the story with a slightly more relaxed eye than before.
“…I want to beat the hero.”
“Hit it.”
“…What?”
But as Kania countered her complaint, Frey raised her voice with a drunken expression on her face.
“Then no…!”
“Why not?”
“If I hit the hero, the demon lord will destroy the world…”
“You mean to destroy rather than rule?”
“Yeah, that bastard… he doesn’t rule, he burns the world down at all? Heh heh… what the hell do you want to do…”
So Frey started complaining about the Demon King for a while, and Kania watched Frey for a while before opening his mouth.
“Then, why did you just say you want to hit the hero?”
“…Oh, what?”
Then, Frey, who had been diligently opening the Demon King, opened a new bottle of wine, poured it into a glass, and muttered.
“…it’s hard.”
“…okay.”
There was silence between the two of them for a while.
“…when I was drinking like this, Serena would hit me in the back.”
“Yes, I remember.”
After breaking the silence, Frey drank alcohol and said:
“I’ve been acting so crazy… Serena must have been worried about me.”
“Because she’s fiancee.”
“…but, since that happened… you won’t worry about me anymore, will you?”
“…Yes.”
Unconsciously, Kania smirked and looked at Frey’s face.
“…Kania, how much do you know?”
“…yes?”
And, Frey began to question Kania like that with sharp eyes.
“Your attitude towards me… Going out more often these days… Rye bread with butter… Putting it all together, there’s only one conclusion.”
“……”
“You already know a lot about me. I’m not sure how you did.”
“……..”
As Kania shuts her mouth, Frey quietly pours her drink into her glass.
“…I went to the training center in the morning, and there was a small amount of your black magic left. You seem to have put in an effort to erase it, but… It’s a familiar energy, so I could tell right away.”
“…okay.”
“Are you training for the upcoming ‘common dormitory attack’?”
Kania quietly nodded at that, and Frey smiled and asked the question again.
“Yeah, I knew it would. That’s why… Can you tell me how much you know?”
After hearing Frey’s question, Kania hesitated for a moment, then quietly opened her mouth.
“…everything.”
“…this.”
The two of them silently clashed their glasses in the air, and Kania drank alcohol with an effortlessly calm expression on her face.
“…Young Master?”
But, Frey was staring at her with a glass of wine.
“…Kania, do you know what your tendencies are based on my abilities?”
“…what?”
Then Frey put his glass down on the desk and began to speak in a low voice.
“…hearts.”
“……..”
Having said that, Frey got up from his seat and reached out to Kania and said,
“…Please take good care of me, Kania.”
“…Me too.”
Kania, who stood up quietly holding the hand, answered with a sad smile.
And Kania, who looked at him for a while, then tilted her head and asked.
“…But why did you wake up all of a sudden?”
“… before I go to bed, breathe life into me.”
“Are you drinking no more?”
“…drinking doesn’t make me feel better, it just makes me depressed.”
Having said that, Frey quietly took Kania’s hand and headed for the bed.
“…Then, thank you for today.”
So Kania quietly began to bring his hand to her chest, but…
“…but thinking about it.”
“…Yes?”
“I could give life to the back. The front is uncomfortable because of the chest.”
“…okay.”
After that, Kania, who looked at Frey blankly for a moment, then nodded her head to express her intention to understand.
“Then, I’ll start the injection.”
“…yes.”
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Eventually, as usual, Frey’s vitality began to blend into Kania.
“……”
And Kania bowed her head with a slightly sad expression on her face, then found the cat doll on Frey’s bedside and started to smile slightly.
It was the moment when her inclination, thugs, shined.
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“Even though Irina told me to shut up…”
Meanwhile, at that time… in the commoners’ dormitory,
“…Yeah, I’ll have to help you somehow.”
Arianne, Irina’s childhood friend, was swallowing dry saliva as she looked down at the magic scroll that she had invested her month’s tuition into.