episode_0014

After washing off the sticky coffee, I returned to the director’s office.

“Sorry, Director. I’ll stop making mistakes… ”

“Don’t worry.”

I don’t feel particularly bad or anything like that.

Maybe it’s because it’s been a while since I’ve seen Mariela so embarrassed, but I actually like it.

“Anyway, let’s just talk about it.”

“Yes… ”

Even though I told her not to worry, Mariela still looked at me with a helpless expression.

That sight aroused my sadistic nature.

I wanted to keep making fun of him, but I had to hold back since we were talking about an important issue.

“It is assumed that the reason for the alliance was the lion trap operation that was carried out this time. Because the organization we eliminated called Skrillz was affiliated with the Rude Zetas. Either they are trying to get revenge, or they are trying to fight back because they were attacked, or whatever.”

“The reason you formed an alliance with the Liberators was because the existence of the Pixie Management Bureau was known, right?”

“Yes. When it comes to dealing with government agencies, there is no expert like the Liberators.”

Mariela was writing something on a notepad and then spoke to me with a puzzled expression.

“It’s strange?”

“Well, isn’t it strange?”

“Yes. First of all, the alliance is formed too quickly. No matter how quickly we move, it would take more than a week just to make an appointment to meet with the leader of the Liberator… As if we had been waiting, we formed an alliance in two days.”

The leader of the Liberator is not a local dog, and you can’t meet him even if you want to.

In particular, if a request to meet is from a competing organization of similar size, you have no choice but to be more cautious.

But you contacted me right away a few days after the incident happened?

They had originally made an appointment for a different purpose, but either the timing coincided wonderfully, or they were just waiting for us to execute the operation.

“And, the important matter of unity… It’s also strange that the decision was made based on only one piece of information.”

Criminal gang members are basically selfish idiots who only care about their own interests.

If those guys form an alliance, will they be able to join forces?

Absolutely impossible.

Fraud and fraud occur frequently even in sunny places where the law is enforced, so what is there to fret about in a dark place where there is no law?

If you believe in unity and do not check, it is obvious that you will be taken over, and there is no point in uniting to keep in check. Rather, it only gives room for the other party to dig in using the alliance as an excuse.

So, in the end, it is common sense that criminal organizations rarely form alliances.

But you decided on such a dangerous alliance based only on information that you don’t even know is true or false?

This may be okay for a small, idiotic organization, but for the two organizations that control the backroom, it is nonsense.

“Like you said, something is strange about this situation. There must be something we’re missing.”

“If you are missing something… … ”

Mariela thought deeply, tapping the table with her fan.

“What is the possibility that a third party intervened? It would make sense if a third party with enough power to force a union or trusted by both organizations intervened.”

“I was doubting that too. existence behind the scenes. When things come together like this, there is usually someone behind it.”

Mariela is diligently organizing the contents on her notepad.

“In the underworld, trust is power. In the end, it seems like a powerful third party is taking advantage of the two organizations. And there aren’t many with that level of power, so if you look for it, you’ll find it.”

“Yes. We will mobilize the Bureau’s information network to find out who is behind it.”

“Yes. Thank you for your hard work.”

Mariela ran out of the director’s office, holding a notepad that had been completely written on and blacked out.

Sometimes, the tension rises when I am given important work to do, but I think deep down, I enjoy working.

So, can I make it harder for you?

… Isn’t that right?

*

*

Private accommodation.

While Bir prepares dinner, I lie on the bed in the bedroom and look at the system window.

[Skill: Do you want to activate time independence?]

As it was slowly approaching time for Lufia to arrive, preparations were being made to kill time independence.

Then I suddenly had a question and stopped for a moment.

Until now, there was reason to remember all of Rupiah’s atrocities.

First of all, it was necessary to collect information for the strategy, and as the atrocities were remembered, the progress of the strategy increased slightly.

However, no useful information was obtained for the past few months, and the progress of the strategy stopped at 20%.

I can’t get any information or progress, so why bother turning it on?

Every time a person is attacked by Lufia, mental fatigue accumulates so much that the person becomes exhausted.

If time independence is turned off, what happens is the same, but after the time is turned back, I don’t remember what happened.

Like other people who live without knowing Rupiah’s true identity, I also become unaware of changes in time.

Then, mental fatigue will not accumulate, and the quality of my life will improve by at least 5,000 times.

If it spits out important information, just go ahead and activate it.

Since manipulating the system window doesn’t require any action anyway, it doesn’t matter if it’s tied down.

If you do this, there is no need to suffer pointlessly on a regular basis.

‘It’s perfect, right? ‘I should have done this a long time ago.’

I closed the system window without turning on the skill.

My heart became lighter and I smiled.

I can’t believe I’m so happy just knowing that I don’t have to go through Lufia’s atrocities.

Deep down, I felt uncomfortable that something I couldn’t remember was happening, but I ignored it because the pain I was receiving was more painful than the discomfort.

No way, there will be a problem just because I didn’t remember.

There haven’t been any problems so far.

Before we knew it, the meal preparations were over, when Bir knocked on the room door.

I headed to the kitchen with light steps.

*

*

8:30 in the evening.

Zeke is sleeping soundly in bed.

Normally, he would have had to stay awake to greet Lufia, but now that he didn’t have to, he chose to sleep.

The door to his room opens slowly, and a woman quietly enters.

Her neatly cut bangs and short hair that goes down to her shoulders are a light purple color.

Her pale skin color and blunt expression made her look like an emotionless doll, but it made the small blush on her cheeks stand out even more.

In the neat and tidy, but plain maid uniform with little decoration, there are various memorizations hidden that can only be noticed if you look closely.

Anyone could see that he was an assassin aiming for Zeke’s life, but the memorization was simply hidden out of long-standing habit.

The purpose of her entering Zeke’s room was not to assassinate him, but to steal something.

The woman approaches Zeke with silent steps that she has been training for years.

She wanted to climb up onto the bed. But since Zeke had just fallen asleep, I gave up for fear that he might wake up.

Because I’ve already been caught once. Because there are no more excuses.

It wouldn’t be a problem if she didn’t do this in the first place, but she couldn’t control the desire boiling inside her.

It’s stronger than the appetite I felt during a week of fasting training, but it’s a strange desire that can be satisfied just by locking lips with Zeke.

Vir sat by Zeke’s bedside and kissed his lips.

After that, Bir’s neck turned 360 degrees.

The window slowly opens, and a woman enters the room.

Silver hair sparkling in the reflection of the starlight and fluttering in the wind, and gorgeous gold eyes contrasting with it.

The most beautiful woman in the empire, wearing a pure white uniform and smiling benevolently, but inside she is twisted and rotting.

Lufia coldly looks down at Bir’s corpse.

‘It’s not enough…’ ‘

Just as soon as the finger snaps, time goes back.

To the point when Bir stole Zeke’s lips.

And, Lufia slowly, very slowly ‘squeezes’ her.

Vir, whose body shape gradually changes under pressure from all directions.

Although he is feeling extreme pain, there is no change in his expression.

The more it happens, the more Lufia twists her body to make her death even more painful.

His face contorted as if he couldn’t bear it anymore, but he still didn’t utter a single word.

In the end, Vir was compressed into a neat cube shape.

It’s still not enough.

Just—

Time goes back again.

*

*

I pat his head on my lap.

He is sleeping soundly, not knowing what happened here.

“Huhuhu— Since long ago, once I fell asleep, I didn’t even notice that I could carry her on my back.”

It’s fun to relieve your desires, but it’s also fun to enjoy this leisurely time as a couple.

Then, suddenly, a scene from the past came to mind.

Zeke is lying on the woman’s lap with a happy expression.

And I have to watch it helplessly.

Crack—

I only remembered one scene among the many terrible memories, but my anger welled up.

It’s a past that has become so traumatic, and a story with a predetermined ending.

A common story about a great hero saving the world, ‘choosing’ one of his companions, and living happily ever after.

It may be a happy ending for the protagonist and the chosen woman, but

It’s a terrible bad ending for the woman who wasn’t chosen,

A story from a timeline that has now disappeared.

“Mr. Zeke… You know what? A supporting role in a story with a fixed ending… No matter what I did, I couldn’t be chosen.”

My words cannot reach him as he sleeps.

No, it doesn’t matter if you touch it. Because this moment will be like nothing that has ever happened.

“Other people would have given up. He probably thought it wasn’t fate and left to find another partner. But I couldn’t give up on you.”

I moved the hand that was stroking his head and caressed his cheek.

Perhaps because my touch tickled him, he smiled in his sleep.

“Because I had the power to resist fate.”

A gift so powerful, a gift that makes everything possible.

It gave me infinite opportunities, but at the same time, it took away the option of ‘giving up’.

Such a cursed gift, time reversal.

Using this gift, I tried hundreds of thousands of times to get his choice.

But, as I said before… In a story with a fixed ending, supporting characters could not be chosen no matter what they did.

“You’ll be surprised to hear what I’ve done.”

So I thought.

If a story with a fixed ending is the problem, you can make the story itself never exist.

If only the protagonist has the choice, I can become the protagonist.

I have the power that should have been his,

I became a hero in his place and saved the world by defeating the enemies that threatened humanity.

The cheers, praise, and hero title that should have been given to him all became mine.

I became the main character and rewrote the story.

Now all I have to do is choose him and get a happy ending.

“It definitely had to be that way… ”

He too was rewriting the story.

He was born destined to become a protagonist.

There was no place for me in the new story.

At best, it’s just a supporting role that was forced in.

So I even thought about kidnapping him and imprisoning him.

Even if you break down, you can only look at me and remain by my side.

But that foolish thought soon disappeared.

“It was unexpected. I never thought you would come to me first.”

He came to see me. And, he chose me.

He was in love with Lufia, who wore the mask of a hero.

Eyes filled with love, a friendly voice, a shy face, and a careful touch.

All of it was directed at me, not at the hateful ‘bitch’.

I felt a sense of happiness and satisfaction that I had never felt before.

And his love was sweeter than any dessert, so I quickly became addicted to it.

And at the same time, I was afraid.

I was so afraid of losing this sweet love.

What he loves is Lufia, who wears the mask of an imperial hero, not the ugly Lufia who has gone crazy with jealousy.

Even though I had to always act like a perfect hero, I was able to continue to receive his love.

If he showed even the slightest hint of ugly obsession or jealousy, he would cut off love.

What I can do is

Suppressing my burning jealousy,

Saving bugs that don’t care,

Pretending to be a false hero.

And once in a while, after venting out pointless anger and relieving accumulated desires, all we do is turn it into something that never happened.

The story in which I am the main character has ended,

Because the story began with him as the main character,

To be chosen by him again,

You have to be tied to a leash called love and wag your tail hard.

“I believe it. At the end of your new story… That you will choose me.”

I trust him.

In the last story, he was a man who only loved ‘that bitch’ despite going to any lengths to do so.

That kind of man chose me for this story.

There are a lot of other bug bitches around, but that’s just for a certain ‘purpose’.

I am the only one who gives love.

The one who gets his choice is me, not anyone else.

As long as I wear my mask well.

We will have a happy ending.

The ending of this story will also be decided.

It must be so.

I lifted his head, kissed him gently, and whispered.

“This time, will you choose this world again?”

Just like I did for ‘that bitch’,

He would give up his world for me.

Because that is the intended ending of this story.