episode_0024

Marik and his party were willing to work hard for the favored noble, Risir.

A tent that is almost never set up unless the weather is so bad that you might fall asleep while sleeping because it is quite a hassle to set up!

He was willing to set up such a tent for Risir.

-… Would you like me to install it for you two as well?

Unlike when Risir had gladly offered it to her without her having to say anything, Pien and Eron, whose pride was hurt by the blowing on her while showing off their annoyance, declined the offer.

So, at the campsite where they were currently staying, there was only one tent, and it could be said that it was a part of their extreme luxury.

“…”

Pien accidentally became the lucky one to enjoy that luxury.

It was thanks to Risir’s volunteering to stay behind in the tent and do night watch.

When Risir gave up his tent, Pien had high expectations.

It was because of Maric and Risir who caused a ruckus as if the tent had been turned into a mansion.

That expectation was thoroughly betrayed.

“It’s annoying.”

Pien raised his upper body nervously.

The makeshift bed(?) made by layering several old blankets conveyed the sacred energy of the earth.

That is, the small pebbles that I couldn’t get rid of in time kept poking my body.

The brave sleeping bag that had taken on the role of a pillow by overcoming the limitations of birth was long ago put away in a corner because it smelled like a rag.

Pien had to admit that it was a mistake.

“My head hurts… ”

A confined space.

The smell of rags from the sleeping bag filled the tent. If they were going to clean it up, they should have thrown it outside the tent, not in a corner.

No. Maybe even that didn’t mean much.

The sleeping bag was the worst, but that unpleasant stench was a factor contained in all the components that made up the tent.

You shouldn’t expect a turnaround from a tent that looked so unappealing on the outside.

Then what should I do?

Sleeping on the street like other people?

“Does that make sense…?”

Pien is a special being.

An objective specialness that is recognized not because you felt and acted that way and others recognized it, but because others felt and treated you that way.

Ever since I became aware of my specialness as a Pien, I have been treated specially.

Need to travel long distances? A wink is all it takes.

Then the merchant leading the large procession willingly included Pien in the procession.

He gave up the best seat, gave up the best meal, gave up the best bed.

I feel grateful and happy just for the fact that I can show favor to Pien.

That was the life that Pien had enjoyed until then.

But sleeping outdoors? That was something Pien couldn’t even imagine.

In fact, this journey itself was like that.

-Was the carriage rattling like this?

-My butt hurts. Can you at least give me a cushion?

-Where is that? It’s just a cushion. What are you talking about?

-What? This is dinner tonight?

– Wasn’t that the feed you made to feed horses?

-Where can I take a bath?

-Why am I asking you that?

-You don’t take a bath?

-… You’re not going to do it? Until we reach our destination?

And on top of that, there’s the horrible sleeping arrangement that completes it all.

“Oh, really!”

Pitter-patter!

Pien roughly tousled her long, pure white hair.

‘Why do I have to be like this?’

It was all because of that man.

Even now, when I think about it, I shudder with injustice.

In order to take control of Bendel and increase his clan, he deliberately approached an illegitimate child, but that illegitimate child happened to possess an inexplicable power that could nullify the power of the True King.

There was a limit to irrationality.

If things had been the same originally, I couldn’t have imagined such humiliation, such treatment.

I didn’t even want to imagine it.

I wanted to turn back time.

If I could turn back time, I wouldn’t have even approached that man, Risir.

No, no.

At this point, simply correcting mistakes is not enough.

I still remember it vividly.

That moment of humiliation.

The moment when Jinjo’s power was neutralized.

He thought he had lost all his power, and he put down all his pride to get it back.

He willingly gave up his existence, which everyone coveted but had never allowed to anyone.

But returning is like being treated like a child.

“What did I do wrong…? Is it so weird to close my eyes and stick out my lips!? Don’t we all do that!? Why do I have to be treated like a child!!!”

Pien rolled around on the floor, flailing her thin limbs.

In some quarters, it was an act defined by a technical term called blanket kicking.

After beating Mopho vigorously for a while, Pien let out a loud noise.

“That kind of person… I really hate that…”

I’m serious.

I hated that miserable vision that couldn’t recognize my own uniqueness.

I hated that attitude of treating me like a child without any reason.

As Pien was thinking about Risir’s shortcomings, a specific memory came to mind.

The memory of the moment when Risir reached out and helped her up, took a handkerchief out of his bosom, and wiped away the dust and tears.

“…”

The ripples in Pien’s eyes, which had been fluctuating, took on a new kind of ripple.

He at that time-

He had the same face as before.

‘Even though I knew I was the true king. Even though I knew I had lost the true king’s powers.’

It was a thought that intermittently tormented Pien.

What would happen if the power of Jinjo suddenly appeared one day and then suddenly disappeared another day?

Originally, it was unimaginable.

But now, when I imagine it, the first thing that comes to mind is Risir – that man’s face.

And I find myself thinking like that without realizing it.

Even if I become a truly worthless being, wouldn’t that person still treat me the same way?

“It’s annoying…”

So Pien was concerned about that annoying guy.

I couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking about that annoying guy.

“…”

At that moment, as if looking outside the tent, Pien’s gaze suddenly changed.

From the appearance of a lively girl to the appearance of a ruthless Jinjo.

Pien slowly got up and left the tent.

Marik and his companions and their groom.

They were engaged in a fierce scuffle near the campfire.

“Eww!!! Let go of me!!!”

“Ugh- Ugh- Ugh- Ugh-”

The sight of them losing their minds and going wild trying to devour each other’s bodies was fitting for the expression ‘beast’.

“That lowly thing. You finally threw it away.”

Pien hummed, thinking of a person named Leon.

Just a moment ago, the atmosphere was so cold that it made me wonder if it was the same girl who was thinking of a man.

“…”

“…”

Before they knew it, Marik and his group had stopped all actions and were watching Pien.

“White girl…”

“Escort… Risir’s Escort…”

They came towards Pien.

With drool dripping from the mouth.

Crawling on the ground on all fours.

Exhaling, my breath hot with lust.

A true beast.

Pien’s expression twisted into contempt.

She held out her arms.

It was a moment when the power that the weak humans who were ruled by the likes of the devil could not withstand was about to swallow them up.

“Ah.”

Pien put his arm away with a look on his face as if something had come to mind.

On the other hand, the unstoppable beast. Marik attacked Pien.

“Woman, woman…! Pure white woman!!!”

Marik looked down at Pien with bloodshot eyes and tried to tear her clothes.

Pien gently placed his hand on Marik’s head.

“…!”

The beast opened its eyes wide – and light returned to its pupils.

The girl repeated the process several times.

The beasts turned back into humans.

The humans returned to their places and went back to sleep.

They will not remember that they were once beasts.

You won’t remember what you did when you were a beast either.

All of this was the grace of a higher being who was naturally gifted in mental magic.

“Huh huh…”

Jinjo smiled with satisfaction.

In the meantime, I regained my appearance as a girl.

The girl headed towards the place where the man was standing guard.

I was concerned about the man’s reaction when he heard what had just happened.

***

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[Your actions have an impact]

▷The target has acquired a new skill.

▷Target: PN

▷Technique: Jinjo’s Mercy [Blessing (Top)]

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[Your influence has reached a certain level]

[Special benefits will be provided accordingly]

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■Rishir

Level: 13

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***

“…What is this situation?”

Pien arrived at the place where Risir was standing guard.

She forgot her original purpose as she was struck by the sight before her eyes.

“It may not seem like it, but that woman. First of all, it’s Eron.”

The Eron that Pien remembers was a man who wore a shallow mask of deception and deceived humans with his evil power.

“…Are you a woman?”

But the person Risir was pointing to was a woman.

The curves of her body, clearly visible because she was not wearing any clothes, and the look of wariness and fear she gave to Risir were undoubtedly the characteristics of a woman.

“Gyah…!”

Aaron interrupted the screaming conversation between the two.

The tip of her chest. It was because of the unpleasant sensation of her arms touching her body.

“I hate it!!!”

A scream burst out of Eron’s mouth as he looked down at his own body.

“You’re hideous- Give me back my body!!! Give me back my power, you monster!!!”

Pien said with a look of disgust after seeing his past self in Aaron.

“No way, you. Did you do something with that power of normalization?”

“…I’m not sure, but it seems like that.”

Risir explained the whole story to Pien.

The whole story of the incident, including Eron’s identity.

“I thought it was suspicious, but its true identity is Emma-”

Pien checked Eron’s appearance once more and tilted his head.

“Mommy… is that right?”

“Mom. You were right.”

“Past tense?”

“But now, as you can see, it’s like that. I don’t know why, but it seems like I’ve become a non-eumma.”

“Rainy state. What kind of stupid expression is that?”

“Then how should I express that?”

“…”

Pien looked at Eron’s appearance carefully once more and said.

“Just a normal… human?”

“No!!! I, I- I’m not a human!!!”

“Earon.”

The tone was calm and soft.

Aaron was moved by this, and without realizing it, he stopped his commotion and listened to his voice.

“First, put on some clothes. Now that you’re no longer a pure being formed solely by your own will, but a beast ruled by desires – you have something to cover up.”

“… Aaaahhh!!! This crazy guy!!! What was he talking about- I’m talking to this guy!!!”

Aaron wept bitterly.

Pien was uncomfortable with the fact that his past self overlapped with her appearance.

***

Eron reluctantly put on the coat that Risir had given him.

Pien turned away from her and asked Risir.

“What do you want to do?”

“What’s Eron? A demon? A criminal? First, let’s report it to the nearby city’s government office or the adventurer’s guild.”

“No!!!”

Aaron shouted urgently.

“If they find out I was a mother, they’ll try to kill me…!”

“Do it well. Why did you go around doing such a deadly thing?”

Risir told Pien what had happened at the campsite.

His gaze towards Aaron had become colder than before.

“Please, just let me go… If you let me go, I’ll do anything…”

“…”

Risir looked at Eron, lost in thought.

Erron hugged his body, trying to interpret the sight, as if hiding his body from Risir.

“Well, I’ll do anything, but don’t do anything dirty!”

“…I’m embarrassed. If someone saw me, they’d think I was the one who came naked in the middle of the night and asked to do something nice. Why did I suddenly become shy? ”

Naked?

Good thing?

Pien muttered next to him and then spoke in a colder tone.

“Should I just kill you?”

“P.N. Why are you suddenly angry again?”

“Are you angry? Me? Not at all? I was just speaking in general terms. If I hand it over to the city, it’s obvious I’ll be executed. So rather than going through the trouble of handing it over to the city, it’d be better to kill it here.”

“According to that general theory, what happens if you capture the true ancestor?”

“…Is it like this?”

“Just kidding. Pien is definitely different from him. Pien didn’t hurt people even though he had enough power.”

“…”

joy.

Pien snorted and turned his head.

“Well, that’s right. It wouldn’t be right to kill a defenseless opponent with your temper.”

“Why are you suddenly feeling better?”

“What are you talking about? Okay, let me sort things out for you, Erron. You’re Rona now.”

“…What does that mean?”

Aaron-

No, Lorna looked up at Pien with a frightened expression.

“I just said that. I’ll do anything if you send it to me.”

“Why is that…”

“So, you are now a slave to Risir. It is the most common way for someone who has nothing to pay their debts. ”

“No-…”

Lorna couldn’t argue.

“What’s my opinion?”

“Why should I listen to your opinion? If you don’t need it, just sell it to someone else.”

“What-”

Risir was startled by Pien’s words, but Rona, who was involved, remained silent as if it was appropriate, so he was left speechless.

As Pien said, becoming a slave was the most common way for the destitute to repay their debts.

“That’s scary…”

“What did I do?”

“No, not Pien, but this world…”

“?”

***

Hey? Mr. Risir? Why did Mr. Eron suddenly become a woman?

I became human from Emmah. By the way, Eron is now mine.

Risir wasn’t confident that he could neatly conclude a conversation of that kind with Marik and his group.

Eventually, before dawn, Risir and his party left the group and resumed their journey.

As time passed, the sun began to rise.

“Oh. It’s a carriage.”

A carriage stopped across the street and came into their view.

It was not a cheap carriage driven by a coachman, but a luxury carriage with a roof and proper finishing and decoration.

There were no visible patterns symbolizing any family or group.

The atmosphere around there was very hectic, as if they were just finishing up camping and getting ready to leave.

Let’s just ask if they can give us a ride.

The group of Risir approached the carriage with light steps.

Then, a man came out of the carriage and approached them with heavy steps.

At that moment.

Risir and Pien stopped walking, their hair standing on end.

The man also stopped.

“…”

“…”

A confrontation that takes place within a distance of about twenty steps.

Risir and Pien exchanged glances.

That was enough.

Agreement of opinion.

It is dangerous to approach this man any further.

Risir tried to get straight to the point, expecting to be rejected.

“Dares!!!”

It was then that a desperate voice was heard from inside the carriage.

“The young lady’s condition has improved…!”

“…What?”

The oppression that had been weighing down the place was gone.

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[There is a special object around you]

[affected by the target]

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[Status effect is reduced]

[Status Abnormality: Black Curse]

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