episode_0232

Even though I know it shouldn’t be like this.

Even though they know there is nothing wrong with them.

The hatred within Cornelia only grew stronger with each passing day.

At first, there was no way to know what kind of life Eugene lived.

A man with many scars.

A man who had no choice but to become more blunt in order to cover up his wounds.

Nevertheless, I only knew that he was a man who was so kind that his kindness flowed through him.

Eugene, whom Cornelia first met, was in a very critical condition.

At the time, Cornelia herself was in no mood as she was barely on the verge of death.

As she got to know the man who saved her, who at first glance seemed strong, perfect, and flawless, she felt his wounds.

This is clearly a wound inflicted by a person.

Although the wound could never be healed, it could be covered by another person.

Cornelia made up her mind.

I will become the main pillar of this man who is constantly shaking.

I will be your home to return to.

Eugene accepted this and made an oath to Cornelia.

I will never forget that you are on my side.

Even if I get lost, I will come back to where you are.

······Then Eugene did not return.

“Did you say that meeting is valuable because there is separation? It was definitely like that. Cornelia, if I hadn’t been encouraged by your words, I wouldn’t be here now. Your wish and your fate brought me here.”

“Ugh······. Did I say that…?”

Although I vaguely knew about the relationship between Eugene and the saint.

I later found out that not only a saint, but also a witch and a frost lord were involved.

Eugene had a lot of women.

In the first place, I wondered if I would have the time to physically build relationships with so many women, but it seemed like it would be possible with Eugene.

Even after hearing their story, Cornelia could not sympathize with them even once.

They were the people who once pushed Eugene around, punished him, and even inflicted injuries on his body.

And then you say you love Eugene?

You said you were sorry and wanted me to come back?

How can someone be so shameless?

Are you that selfish?

The women who had hurt Eugene, whom Cornelia had cursed and hated deeply, were in front of her.

Cornelia felt like crying.

“But I… What should I do…? I still haven’t forgiven your women. I wish Eugene could forgive me. That’s the end… My heart still cannot forgive. I hate the people who hurt and broke you so much…”

Eugene finally came back.

He reconciled and reunited with his ex-girlfriends.

Cornelia still couldn’t understand it.

Eugene smiled slightly, gently touching her tearful cheek.

Eugene himself could have thought that all of those were trials and experiences that helped him grow.

It was impossible to force that on someone who felt heart-wrenching pain while watching it.

There was only one reason why all this happened.

Cornelia’s love is so great.

The commotion arose because Cornelia loved Eugene much more than Eugene cared for himself.

So Eugene didn’t really dislike this situation.

“I will not force you to forgive.”

“······.”

“They won’t beg for forgiveness from you either.”

“Right…”

“So, slowly. How about starting by becoming friends?”

“Yes?”

“I won’t tell you to become friends right away. There is no need to force us to stick together. Let’s just start by slowly getting to know each other person to person.”

Eugene leaves.

Although the Alliance was founded and the city of Cologne joined, Cornelia did not have deep interactions with the saint, the witch, or the Frost Lord.

There was no opportunity to share, no thoughts, no will.

Didn’t even try to understand.

That is why the cracks appeared.

Eugene diagnosed it that way.

How about starting by trying to get to know and understand each other?

It was unknown whether Cornelia would forgive the three people in the end.

But that’s a story for later.

Eugene decided not to worry too much.

“I understand… I’ll try my best.”

Right now, I just loved this woman who thought of me more than myself.

Around the time when Eugene was holding Cornelia in his arms and enjoying the warmth in peace.

Suddenly, the sound of horses’ hooves was heard, disturbing the peace.

The one who appeared on horseback was none other than the white-skinned killer, Transylvia.

“Friend! I had no doubt that I would come back alive!”

“Your essence says that it is a lie…?”

“Well, if I actually thought he was dead, what’s the big deal? It’s been a while since I last saw you again, so there’s something I should do! Huh?”

Transylvia runs without hesitation and hugs Eugene.

Cornelia’s expression distorted as she saw her voluptuous breasts being crushed against Eugene.

“Let’s fight? I’m sorry, but I think it’s difficult for me to control my strength right now. Because I haven’t been able to gain strength and stabilize it yet.”

“Khaha! Are you worried that I will break down! Don’t worry! No matter how strong you become, you can’t match my sword-”

Coo coo coo coo!

Eugene decided that it would be quicker to show than to tell, so he immediately began forging will in his hands.

As a person with experience in creating five wills, Transylvia understood that will comes together at one’s fingertips.

However, compressing that will and compressing it again and again to achieve the shape of a sword with the same strength as a real object was already an area far beyond her understanding.

“Huh?!”

The will was like a transparent sword, swaying like a sword wind.

It was gradually forged and forged again, and like a hot sword, it began to glow red from within.

The finished product was a sword that looked as if a transparent will had wrapped around the red light inside that seemed ready to explode at any moment.

As Eugene swung the sword horizontally as a demonstration, his ‘will’ stretched out endlessly.

As a result, the vast lawn was overturned in an instant.

As he struck vertically again, the ground split, and the cracks even split the mountains in the distance.

Transylvia’s mouth opened wide.

A blow that cannot be achieved by any means using conventional sword techniques.

That doesn’t mean I put in an enormous amount of magic power, I just gave it a little bit of strength.

Neither magic nor incantation could achieve that level of efficiency.

Transylvia quickly bowed down and bowed her head.

“Senior! Bulcho junior sends greetings!”

“No, are you shameless? He said he was a close friend… And you are much older and have been training for a long time, so what kind of senior…”

“Eight! If your enlightenment is deeper and broader, wouldn’t you be a senior? Stop being so picky!”

Embarrassment spread across Eugene’s face.

Clearly, until the last time they faced each other, Transylvia was an opponent that was literally like a huge wall, overwhelming Eugene with its overwhelming swordsmanship ability.

When I suddenly saw him kneeling down like this with the intention of licking his shoes, my mind became confused.

I think I’ll listen well for a while, but should I just do everything I wanted to do?

How about putting on a maid uniform and making her a maid with black and white contrasts on both sides along with Belphegor?

Eugene imagined the view in his mind and was amazed.

“If you still think of us as close friends, please share a little of the salvation of enlightenment by looking at our old friendship!”

“First of all, there is a prerequisite task. You will be able to easily enter the next realm only if you collect at least 3 Oui.”

“I have already mastered more than 10 secrets of swordsmanship?”

“······?”

Embarrassment appeared on Eugene’s face again.

“Then it is normal that the ultimate goal should have been achieved long ago?”

“What! What does that mean! Are you saying that I have already met all the conditions? No way! I was blocked again due to my poor talent! Aaaah! Heaven!!!”

Eugene turned his head, ignoring Transylvia, who was crying and looking up at the sky.

There was a small woman with her head down, wearing a hood.

A woman turns her head as if she does not want to show her face.

The anger and demonic energy that usually erupted out of control had calmed down.

“Hood. Don’t bend it…”

“Why.”

“It will be ugly. Say it like this.”

“I wanted to ask how you were. I don’t think I really did that.”

“······.”

Although his tone of voice was still condescending, his demeanor was clearly different from usual.

As a former governor, it was his honor not to give in to anyone who came.

In front of Eugene, Guiho looked infinitely small, like a pitiful fox.

Although he didn’t want to show his scarred face, it wasn’t to that extent.

He would reveal himself when necessary and would talk while making eye contact without any problems.

But I couldn’t bear to see it to Eugene.

“I had a good time. Thanks to you, I was able to raise Sogong well. Sogong is now at the highest level as a true magician. The reputation has spread far and wide, and now there are countless children in the neighborhood who want to become shamans. It seems like it’s no longer just a dream for witchcraft to come to the sunny side and secure an equal position with magic.”

It was a matter of pride and conscience.

Eugene was the one who forcibly brought out Gwi-ho, who had been locked in the basement of the casino for decades or even hundreds of years, aiming for a futile pursuit of restoration.

And it was Eugene who took on a disciple and taught him the fun of nurturing younger students.

“It’s all thanks to you, human.”

Thanks to that, I gained many connections and insights.

What I have gained in recent years has been much more dazzling and valuable than the decades of grinding my teeth alone, dreaming of revenge and resurrection.

It would have been nice if the story had ended that way.

To Eugene, who was the one who brought out Guiho, I only wanted to show that kind of good side.

I didn’t want to be seen looking like I was trapped in such a pitiful abyss.

I didn’t want to be found out that I had been burned, my magic power was lost, my self-esteem was all shattered, and my personality was distorted.

I just wanted them to pretend not to notice and pass by.

“So… So… ”

Leave old people like me behind.

I hoped that Eugene, upon his return, would receive the glory and praise he deserved.

I didn’t want to make Eugene’s heart heavy because of me.

“No need to worry, I’m doing well… Ugh?!”

“Let’s look into each other’s eyes and talk.”

Woe!

As the hood was lifted, an urgent scream came out of Guiho’s mouth.

But it was already too late.

Guiho had already been grabbed by both shoulders by Yujin and pinned down.

“Ugh······.”

Fox ears and tail drooping a lot.

The skin has become as pale as a blood demon due to lack of blood color.

And, because of that white skin, the red cracks look even more prominent.

The crack started from Gwiho’s forehead and moved mercilessly down, across his eyes, and down to his cheek.

Gwiho’s left eye, which had turned white from fire, met Eugene.

An inexplicable smile appeared on Eugene’s lips as he met those eyes.

For some reason, Gwiho felt that Yujin was looking inside the eyes rather than at their representation.

It seemed like something warm light was seeping into her.

“Thank you for your hard work. It is said that he sacrificed himself for Sogong and was seriously injured. I am proud to see him still using his demonic energy and standing up, even though he has become such a rag.”

“I couldn’t stand up…. I am a bad teacher… Everyone feels uncomfortable with me…”

“No. Who would hate this beautiful governor?”

“······.”

It’s a disaster.

Guiho’s face turned red, and the hand holding the hem of his clothes clenched into a fist.

I felt a rush of shame.

In front of this guy, Gwiho felt as if he had been stripped naked.

“I see… In your eyes, who see the essence, I am not much different from before…’

I had forgotten something important, no, something basic.

How did I walk the path of witchcraft and care about appearances?

Was he trying to cry and laugh at such changes?

Isn’t what is truly important on the inside?

No matter how my appearance changes, isn’t that the only thing that matters?

Was I disparaging myself even though nothing had changed?

As the ghost gains enlightenment, its ears and tail gradually come to life and rise above the booth.

At the same time, the gun returned to my eyes and I looked up at Eugene.

The thought of looking up to him suddenly arose.

‘I just said that because your burnt face is pretty…’

Eugene decided to keep these words hidden forever.

Sometimes it might be better not to know the truth.

Yujin looked to the side as he stroked Gwiho’s fox ears, which were so moved that they cried.

“The monster you were chasing was actually Eugene.”

“Oh my, really? The situation was somehow strange…”

“I’m glad we’re mixed up. It almost got into big trouble.”

Alicia laughs, agreeing with Yerina’s words.

Seeing that, Eugene felt a sense of discomfort.

Alicia was now hiding herself and deliberately hiding her intentions.

It was like that just now.

The moment Alicia made a fuss and said that she was happy to see you and that she was really glad you came back alive, she was clearly sincere.

He was radiating sincerity without any lies.

But it didn’t seem like he was showing all of his sincerity.

What on earth are you hiding?

The moment when Eugene extended his dramatic light to Alicia.

“Ugh?!”

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing… I just suddenly got goosebumps…”

Alicia was startled and avoided the light.

Is it possible to sense extremes without having reached this level yet?

Animal instinct, something like that?

Eugene laughed helplessly.

I don’t know what he was hiding, but his willpower was considerable.

Purr… Eugene, who had been persistently caressing the deep inside of the trembling fox ear, this time turned to the other side.

“Unnamed. Come and see. I once taught that guy some magic. I’m so frustrated because I don’t have any talent…”

“······.”

“Unnamed! Where are you going! The teacher is calling!”

“······.”

Nameless, avoiding Eugene’s gaze, turns his back and leisurely walks away, as if running away.

At this, Eugene smiled a little bitterly.

There was trouble over there.