episode_0087

I was held in Lumiang’s arms for a long time.

Until the hands that were warmly patting my back stopped.

As if washing away the delicate sensation that had been engraved as the hand struck my cheek, I waited with my back turned until the hand stopped.

Even the thin, trembling breath gradually becomes calmer.

Soon, the strength of the hand that was holding me also loosened.

How much I wanted to hear that.

An apology for those hellish days.

How long have I waited?

An ointment to disinfect and heal the wound.

It’s a shame that I have to convey this on behalf of the perpetrators of the abuse, but Kyle, whose life or death is unknown, and Bread Thief Blund were already in a state where repentance was impossible, and Deron had crossed the line so far that repentance was meaningless.

For someone who has thrown away all opportunities, the only path to atonement is punishment.

He would have already been banished from his family, lost the power and greed he had enjoyed his entire life, and perhaps even been punished by being corpsed in some unknown place.

‘Well, that won’t happen, though.’

The framework of the original novel is a collection of hoof prints.

The skeleton of the Hupi House is a plural.

In that revenge, there are bound to be those who are forgiven and those who are not.

Readers feel moved by those who roll over and over for the protagonist as a moderate penalty and are eventually forgiven, and they feel enthusiastic about those who roll over and over and meet destruction at the hands of the protagonist as a terrible penalty.

I’m not sure what Kyle and Blund’s roles were exactly, but the way it was going, Deron Kelly was in charge of the latter.

I don’t know what level of destruction it will be, but I just hope that it will rise high enough to compensate for the sins committed.

anyway.

So I had a belated moment of reconciliation with Lumiang, and soon Lumiang broke the hug and wiped away tears.

A smile appeared on his lips for the first time since their reunion in the ruins.

no.

Thinking back, it was the first time I saw Lumiang smile.

It was the first time I saw a smile of pure joy, not a mocking sneer warning the abusers of doom, not a joyful sneer as if they had discovered an interesting subject of study.

I smiled along with her smile.

My wet eyes have dried, and my surging emotions have become even like the horizon across the sea.

It was inevitable that belated embarrassment would creep in.

I didn’t think I was very sensitive. I thought that romance and emotion were rights that only the well-fed could have, since I had to live a tough life.

When others cried while watching sad movies, I had to put on at least one more doll eye, and when others were moved by watching touching videos, I had to endure the hardship of putting on 1,000 doll eyes all night.

In order to endure the continuous hardships of each day, I had to be indifferent to all trivial things, and things like sensitivity only got in the way.

The lump I had was too big and strong to empathize with and comfort others’ pain, and it was difficult to even handle it.

The reason I, who used to be like that, shed tears of victory over this single piece of paper is because I am now in a position to sympathize with the pain of others, and more than anything else.

“I’m really sorry.”

[No. I’m sorry too.]

It must have been flowing from the realization that I could not be free from responsibility for the fact that Lumiang had to die alone in the ruins, and that I had unintentionally mocked her pain by insisting only on my own comfort.

Compared to the heartbreak that Lumiang had gone through, the situations I was in were a relief.

Of course, back then, our ideals for each other were so different and clear that it would have been difficult to seek reconciliation and harmony, but the thought of approaching the person who assisted the abuse and offering an apology instead mixed those stark contrasts, and I felt sorry that I had simply tried to avoid it.

Maybe that’s why.

I felt ashamed and sorry for having gone on a monster food tour and having fun without realizing that I was dying alone, obsessed with that day.

Such complex reasons must have trickled down.

anyway.

Now, I just hope that I can be free from those days in the past and stop blaming and feeling sad about myself, and instead of feeling resentful and resentful, I can take care of myself and my hopes for the future.

Embarrassed.

As I was scratching the back of my head and smiling awkwardly, Lumiang wrote something down again.

[I have a favor to ask, can you do it for me?]

He nodded willingly.

It was a happy thing.

Because it was the first time she, who had always been depressed, had asked for a favor.

Why would she hesitate to create a surge when she, who had been stagnant without needing or wanting anything, was trying to do so?

I waited for it, hoping it would be some great favor.

[Treat me comfortably too. Regardless of status or anything like that.]

An unexpected request appeared.

“Yes?”

Since this was the first favor I had asked since our reunion, I thought she would ask for something she needed.

For example, things like cooking tools or ingredients, or other daily necessities.

But she asked not to be restricted by status.

[Yeah. I wish you would treat me comfortably as Erincia, not Lumiang.]

Moreover, he even mentions names that are painful and bitter.

A name that contained all the pain and despair she had.

Just mentioning it brings back memories of that day that I tried so hard to keep hidden, so why do I want to be comfortable with that name?

Moreover, the names of Erincia and Elden are entangled in a terrible evil relationship.

That was the moment I was wondering.

The oath that Elden took when he entered the academy came to mind.

《Under learning, all status and origin are equal.》

An oath called .

Although it was only a superficial and formal oath, Lumiang believed it was right and indeed desirable.

That’s why I couldn’t understand those who harassed me by talking about my social status.

I don’t know if it’s because I still have that pure faith, but there’s one thing I can guess.

Erincia and Elden.

I nodded again happily, as if the two names contained a wish to wash away the stale, gray-white memories that had built up over the past three years and to draw new, colorful memories on a brand-new blank sheet of paper.

“Yeah. Erincia.”

and.

In response, Erincia smiled for the first time.

As Erincia, not Lumiang.

Erincia, who had never smiled brightly during her three years of school, smiled so beautifully.

It was a truly clean smile that made all the stains turn white.

But.

match….

Clap clap clap.

Our smiles turned to one spot at the sound of applause that followed, and at the end of the hallway we could see Mr. Rendler clapping his hands with tears and snot running down his face.

“Sniff. I think I’m dreaming of a cow. Sob. It’s so beautiful, I’m getting drunk again… Sob.”

The fact that I shed tears of joy despite my dry sensibilities may have been due to the influence of the crybaby butler.

**

Erincia and Elden, who returned to three years ago, are having a touching moment of unity in the second floor hallway of the dormitory.

Another time was flowing in the first floor hallway.

“Rachel.”

“Yes.”

Ariel stopped Rachel as she was leaving the room, having just gotten dressed.

Ariel, who had her arms bent and her hands on her sides, was frowning fiercely, like a child trying to imitate the behavior of an adult she had never done before, like a cute puppy imitating a tiger and making a barking sound instead of a growl, an appearance that Rachel alone had to swallow.

also.

She looked so adorable and cute that I wanted to pinch her cheeks.

Of course, Rachel had no such intentions.

“Why are you like that?”

“I have something to ask. You have to be honest with me.”

Rachel looked at Ariel blandly.

Despite Ariel’s seemingly intimidating attitude, Rachel’s expression didn’t change at all.

Rather, it was a face that seemed as if it had been expected.

“Ask.”

“Okay. So what I want to ask is… .”

Ariel trails off, unable to ask a cool question.

For some reason, he seemed flustered by Rachel’s curious(?) attitude.

And Ariel hesitates even more as the curious momentum seems to confirm the answer to the somewhat expected question.

And then eventually.

“So, uh… Oh, how was the hot spring?”

I ended up asking a question different from the one I had prepared.

“It was warm.”

“Well… I guess so. It’s a hot spring. So, did anything happen?”

“There was a mistake where the towel came loose, but it was okay.”

Ariel’s face quickly turns red as she recalls the sight of her naked body being revealed in front of the man with her towel untied.

From the perspective of the courtly lady Ariel, nothing worse could have been imagined.

“That, that’s not a big deal? You showed Elden your naked body?”

When you’re flustered, your thoughts tend to become shorter.

Ariel, who had unknowingly confessed that she had been peeping, belatedly tried to cover her mouth, but words that had already been said could not be taken back.

“… I told you that the towel came off, but I didn’t tell you that I showed my naked body to Prince Elden.”

“Ah, uh. Well. That. Two, there were two, so of course it would have been like that, that’s it.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. Really. I didn’t steal it.”

“… .”

Rachel thought to Ariel, who was admitting to the crime with a red face and waving her hands.

Certainly, she is innocent and naive, unlike a noble daughter.

Unlike those who are always lying and covering up, Ariel is said to be a truly charming young lady with her innocent and pure side.

That’s why Rachel was also keeping Ariel in check.

That’s why I was waiting for this situation.

Unless you’re an idiot, there’s no way you wouldn’t know that Ariel admires Elden.

Perhaps he just didn’t know.

Even though he had been with countless women, he was a terrible fool when it came to love, and that was my disciple.

So, Rachel decided to make the first move instead of Ariel who was hesitating.

Having fought her entire life, she knew better than anyone that the momentum of a fight starts with the first blow.

“So what I want to ask is… .”

“Do you like Prince Elden?”

“Huh?”

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

“I have feelings for Prince Elden.”

“Huh?”

“Since ancient times, it is the law of nature that females are attracted to strong males.”

Ariel, who was hit first like that, froze with a surprised face.

The war between two women over one man began in the first floor hallway.