episode_0109

An expletive came out, uncharacteristic of a Latina. She valued morals and rules, so she rarely cussed. For example, Latinas rarely cursed even at Dyers.

I accomplished that difficult task.

Latina threw the knife I gave her far away. And he immediately grabbed me by the collar.

If she saw her from the past, she would be shocked and startled. It was really cute back then.

“…Do you even know what you are talking about? You want me to stab you with that knife? And it continues without even knowing when it will end?”

A strong anger comes from the hand holding the collar. The trembling arms seemed to contain not only anger but also pain.

It was unexpected. I thought that if you stabbed me with a knife, you would feel happy, or even if you would feel uncomfortable, it wouldn’t be to this extent.

I found this attitude of hers puzzling. Just looking at the past, it seemed like Latina had not a single trace left in the changed Dyers.

Therefore, he would have despised and ignored his words of liking, and would have reported his corruption and sin directly to Grand Duke Howlan and had him kicked out of the family.

I’m not saying she was heartless. Dyers, who absorbed the curse, had no answer compared to anyone else.

I’m just curious.

“That’s strange. It’s not like you.”

Why are you hesitating like this? The only way to get out of this room is to keep stabbing me. Latinas certainly know that.

In the past, Latina and Dyers had completely different personalities. While Dyers was stubborn and dogmatic, Latina had a flexible way of thinking and valued the opinions of others.

While Dyers had an obsessive style of handling each and every task herself, Latina had the personality of giving up what she had to give up but focusing on overall efficiency.

So, no matter how many plans Latina raised, it would not look good from Dyers’ point of view. The overall content is useful, but there are some holes in it, so what can I do?

“Judge rationally. If it were you, you wouldn’t have done this.”

We also had similarities. Prioritizes principles, but knows how to compromise depending on the situation. Knowing how to act for a set goal.

This is why Latina has condoned my past criminal actions time and time again. If she had put principles first, I would have been kicked out a long time ago.

It’s a compromise for the sake of the goal.

That’s how Latina collected information step by step to chase me out.

It was action for the goal. This is something she herself learned from watching Dyers.

“Don’t talk like you know everything about me!!”

Nevertheless, the current guy is stubborn as if he were someone else. It’s natural to feel repulsed by stabbing people, but I’m not the type of person who would ruin everything with that level of reluctance.

I know you are that kind of person.

“Latina. Pick up your sword. I don’t have time to listen to your complaints.”

“Don’t be funny! I am the executive officer of the student council. I don’t do things like stab people..!”

“So you plan to kill them all? Are you going to give up the expedition just for that reason?”

“……”

Latina’s fist holding her collar lost strength. She flopped down.

There is not much time left. I urged her.

“Hasn’t this been a fantasy you’ve had at least once? No one else knows, but I will accept the sword you give me sweetly.”

Latina’s pupils widened at my words.

She stood up and pointed her sword at me.

“…don’t regret those words.”

“Regrets are something only people with money can afford.”

Dyers provoked her to the end. The Latina didn’t hesitate any longer.

Latina’s drive to take action for her goals goes beyond Dyers.

A cold blade was stuck in my stomach.

.

Deep. Sigh. Whisper.

Even though the horrifying sound irritated his ears, the man did not show any signs of pain.

“Ugh.”

Before we knew it, Dyers’ once pure white hair had turned red. Just like Chairman Vivian.

“……”

The blade gets stuck in the boat and comes out again.

Every time the sword penetrated his body, red blood spurted out in all directions. It was a disgustingly cruel sight.

Still, the Latina didn’t gag. She mechanically repeatedly plunged the knife into Dyers’ body and withdrew it.

It is said that they share the pain with the illusionist, but there is no sign of the world collapsing.

Dyers also looked into the Latina’s eyes without saying anything. The only thing that increases is her worries and red blood.

She was pretending like nothing was wrong, but she felt like she was going out of her mind.

I know that I have no choice but to get out of here. Since he is from the Howlan family, we also know that he has strong vitality.

But will the pain I felt go away?

But is it possible to sacrifice this much?

The Latina was confused. The Dyers he knew was never a person who would sacrifice himself.

No matter what modifiers were used to glorify him, he was nothing more than a criminal who started gang fights and embezzled the budget.

“Keep going Latina.”

“…I know.”

How could a person like that give up his body so readily?

Latina continued to swing her sword.

You weren’t that kind of person.

“Phew..”

Once again, the sword went deep into the body and came out. Dyers’ forehead was full of sweat.

The Latina couldn’t look him in the eye. I just couldn’t focus on the knife in front of me.

okay. Let us rather think about what kind of person he was originally. Think back to how he treated you.

The Latina thought about the man in front of her.

He was a scary person at first.

After that, he was a person I respected.

After that, he was someone I couldn’t understand.

After that, I thought he was not even worth understanding.

When Dyers was kicked out of the family because of her, she didn’t feel a single bit of guilt. It was Dyers who was at fault, not him.

“Hehe.. I’m doing well. Continue.”

He is punishing such a wicked person who deserves death with the sword of justice. The Latina, who was mentally pushed to her limit, thought so.

Seeing red blood reminds me of a cocky freshman junior. It was Laonzena who spoke rudely despite not knowing anything about herself.

Looking back, from the time this man saved Raonzena, he began to see the man he knew again. She tried hard to deny that fact.

Dyers, who left the student council, began to act as if it were planned. It was this man who saved the nuns and orphanage children who no one at the academy paid any attention to.

It was also this man who saved the first-year children from an attack by an anti-academy group during orientation.

The Latina shook her head from side to side.

no.

no.

Don’t be fooled anymore.

Suddenly.

This person is a bad person.

Deep.

This person is nothing but a criminal.

Suddenly.

This person has never acknowledged me even once.

This person is a bad person.

Latina’s speed increased. You no longer have to look at his expression. There is no reason to feel guilty. Is there any need to feel guilty when punishing the wicked?

She continued to stab him with the sword. I couldn’t hear anything anymore.

“Pfft…”

Red blood finally splashed onto his face. She unconsciously raised her head and looked at the man’s face.

Dyers, her senior, was smiling.

“…Ah.”

Latina’s actions stopped for a moment. Because a strange memory came to mind.

I remember picking up my fallen self and seeing a man whose hair, which was blacker than jet black, had suddenly turned white, was looking at me.

Tears came out.

It was not an area that could be controlled by one’s own will. Just like Dyers’ red blood, Latina’s deep tears also flowed endlessly.

no.

“I can’t do this anymore..”

no.

This person is not a villain.

This person’s true identity is not someone who will stab him and punish him, nor is he a criminal.

“I can’t do this anymore, Senior Dyers..”

This person… is someone I respected.

Latina once made a big mistake in the student council.

She made a mistake and ordered 10 times more for a very expensive item, and everyone either criticized her or looked at her with unkind eyes.

She, who was already timid, became even more discouraged, to the point where she couldn’t do anything. Dyers was the only one who stepped up for such a stupid shooter.

He spent several nights solving the problem and scolded the very depressed Latina.

Then he said one more thing.

It’s okay to make mistakes, so don’t be intimidated by others.

The stupidest thing is not making mistakes, but people who are afraid of making mistakes and can’t do anything.

okay. From that day on, I came to both fear and respect this man.

The Latina’s arms were shaking. The knife, whose tip was stained red, fell helplessly to the floor.

The Latina didn’t have the confidence to look at his face. So I just closed my eyes and avoided it.

When I close my eyes, that strange memory keeps coming back to me. Both then and now, he was afraid of Dyers’ reaction when he looked at him, so he closed his eyes.

The senior at that time placed his hand on his head and said.

“Good job Latina.”

Just like now, he comforted himself.

The illusionist who could no longer bear the pain was defeated.

The false world collapsed.