ICTV - Chapter 69
I changed The Villain
People can change as much as they want if they put their minds to it.
My face, which was incomparably better than before the trip, seemed to be proof of that.
Beryl chuckled.
“I’m still surprised right now.”
“I really appreciate you asking me to go on a trip. Thank you."
I think it was a really good decision to go on the trip. I stretched. Beryl said harshly for no reason.
“Don’t get in a sudden mood. It’s gross.”
“But now I want to see my parents’ faces too. I want to see Belial too.”
“Do you really need to talk about him in front of me?”
"Huh. There is something I really want to tell you.”
"..."
Beryl checked the time. The carriage will arrive in two hours. I've already packed my bags, so if I hurry, I'll be able to look around the area one more time. Beryl stood up.
"Let's go."
"Huh?"
Okay, I really can't stop you now. Because you like that guy so much. Beryl gestured towards the outside.
“Let’s go enjoy our last day.”
Now I know for sure. It is impossible to live next to someone for the rest of your life.
I guess I should let it go soon.
Beryl stood with his back to Rose.
“Taksha, Mera. You guys, get ready to leave quickly.”
"Exciting!!!"
Taksha, who was eating a whole roll cake, shouted hurray.
The group came out.
“Is there anything you want to do?”
“Well, there’s nothing in particular I want to do. Just shopping or watching street performances, ah.”
Beryl pointed to a street vendor that happened to be visible.
“Do you want to do that?”
It was a street vendor where you could buy items hit with toy bows and arrows. Beryl twirled his wrist as if he was already excited.
“Shall we just do it ten times?”
I, who was staring at the street vendor, opened my mouth.
“Brother, where is this West Sea to report lost items?”
“You can go to the management committee, but why? Did you lose something?”
“Because I think my brother has lost his conscience.”
"..."
Beryl looked back at Mera and Taksha. Street stall owners also have to make a living, their eyes said that too. Beryl had no choice but to take out a coin from her wallet.
“Then I’ll just do it once. It’s okay for once, right?”
“Just once, okay?”
After placing the coin in the owner's palm, Beryl grabbed the bow. It was such a crude and weak bow that it would be rude to compare it to the bow Beryl normally used. It would have been natural since it was meant to be a toy in the first place.
The couple who came first were also grumbling.
“How do you hit with a bow like this? There’s no way the arrow will fly properly.”
Taksha said with a worried face.
"Young Master. A bow like that would be fine..."
Peeing. At the same time, the arrow flew and hit the target the doll was wearing around its neck.
The couple looked blankly at Beryl. Beryl lightly flipped his orange hair and put down his bow. Taksha and Mera cheered.
“They say a craftsman doesn’t care about the tools he uses. That’s cool, Young Master!”
"That's right! The arrow hit not only the target but also my heart!”
Beryl immediately looked down.
"What. Take out that arrow right now.”
“It’s not something you’d do with a straight face.”
Beryl glanced at me. How long has it been since I made that promise?
Beryl also knew that he was pathetic right now.
Still, still... Seeing Rose's lack of reaction until the end, Beryl ended up throwing a fastball.
“Don’t you have anything to say?”
"..."
Beryl scratched her messy hair. In some ways, it's fortunate. Thanks to this, I think I can let go of my regrets more easily.
Beryl spoke in a calm tone.
“Okay, what do I expect from you…”
Clap clap.
Beryl's eyes widened at the sudden sound of applause. Beryl turned her head again. Rose was clapping her hands and smiling faintly.
Beryl stared at that figure helplessly. There isn't a single pretty corner, and there's nothing I know how to do properly. There were times when I suddenly felt like I had become a different person and felt uncomfortable.
“Hey, pumpkin flower.”
I'm too attached to that to argue about that. Beryl immediately threw the doll the owner had brought into Rose's arms.
“You take it.”
“Was it mine? I thought it was Taksha Giant.”
Rose looked at the doll in confusion. It was a red teddy bear.
“Why did you use a doll? There were a lot of other things too.”
“Put it in your room. Or keep it. You can take it with you when you go to Serenity Mansion later.”
It was a souvenir. Rose looked at the flip-flop doll.
“Are you going to bring me a souvenir like this the next time I go on a trip?”
Beryl, who was looking around at other street vendors, couldn't believe his ears.
“Next time?”
“You said it first. Even if our last names change, it doesn’t change the fact that we are family.”
"Yes .."
“Wasn’t not being swayed by other people’s opinions your only strength?”
"..."
The corners of Beryl's mouth drew an arc. Beryl tapped Rose on the shoulder.
“Yes, by all means, let’s go! Next time too.”
"Huh."
“the Duke, if he won’t let you go, tell your brother right away! Even if I threaten him...!"
Rose had a straight face.
“I put Belial and my brother on the same level. Don’t think about it.”
"But. My level is at least ten times higher than that guy’s.”
“The positions of ‘see’ and ‘this’ have changed, Brother."
While Beryl and Rose were arguing, there was a delicious smell. A man was standing in the doorway of a store, holding a bag of bread and talking to someone.
“They say the judging for the Miss Lovenica contest is starting soon. Do you want to go see it, Miss?”
The bread looks really delicious. Rose is like that
While thinking about it, I started walking again.
As Rose disappeared into the crowd, the man lowered the bread bag. A quill-shaped brooch dyed purple sparkled. However, when there was no answer, the man trumpeted his hand.
"Miss!"
After Rose and the others were completely buried in the crowd, the man spoke again, still holding his hand trumpet.
“Miss, can’t you hear me? I heard the Miss Lovenica contest will be held soon?”
“What does that have to do with me!?”
Finally, a woman's nervous voice was heard from behind the man. The man spoke lamentably as he took out a bread from the bag.
"Right. It was a competition in which only locals from this village could participate. it's a shame. If you had participated, of course, you would have won.”
“I’m not interested in those competitions.”
Tak.
The woman closed the exercise book she was holding loudly.
“The reason I came to this festival in the first place was because of the new work. It was to plan the content.”
“Hehe. Still an amazing work ethic."
A soft voice rang out, in stark contrast to the woman's nervous voice. The woman answered while smoothing her black hair that was tied up in a haphazard manner.
“It’s not your place to say something like that, Edgar.”
Unlike the man and woman who were standing up, Edgar, who was still sitting in the chair, smiled brightly. It is said that the guests sitting around were dazzled by that divine smile.
I pretended to cover my eyes.
“I heard you had a long talk yesterday with someone who needed your help?”
"Yes. But it was a really useful time. I talked so frantically that I didn’t notice the time passing.”
Edgar spoke in a dreamy voice.
“He was such a great person. He is."
“I can’t believe you said that. I really want to see you.”
But the woman's tone still makes me
This was standing. Edgar tilted his head.
“You look like you’re in a bad mood today. Is the new work you’re supposed to hand over within this month not working that well?”
"This month? Ha, yes, this month. No matter what happens this month, I have to hand it over.”
The woman spoke clearly.
“I want to beat up the person in the past who made that promise to the publisher. No matter how hard I try, I can’t write the next part. What should I do… Huh?”
As soon as she said those words, the woman's eyes suddenly widened. The woman opened the exercise book again and started writing. Edgar asked in a worried tone.
"Are you okay?"
The woman responded without stopping her hand.
“When you have time to worry about me, take care of yourself.”
“Why are you suddenly saying that?”
“Are you asking because you don’t know that? Look in the mirror.”
Anyone who looks at me has eyes that are in love with the topic.
Edgar stiffened at the woman's words. The temperature inside the cafe dropped momentarily. Edgar just tore the napkin into shreds and finally asked.
“...I have eyes in love?”
“If you don’t believe me, should I at least show you a mirror?”
"...Nonsense."
Edgar covered his face with his palms.
“Tell me I’m lying. Because none of those jokes are funny.”
“Do I look like the kind of person who jokes?”
The woman started talking nervously again but stopped. This is because Edgar slowly opened the fingers that were covering his face. What had been hidden for a moment was revealed again.
The woman cried out, even forgetting to breathe. Two empty red eyes that show no light.
“That can’t be possible.”
Edgar continued muttering. As if he was hinting to himself.
“You know I’m not the type of person to do that. I really can't do that."
“...Why can’t you do that? Sure you're famous for loving everyone equally, I told you. I’m sure someday you will find someone special.”
“Of course, you said that. I also wanted that in my heart.”
Edgar lowered his hand completely.
“But not this. Harmonia, I swear to God, I didn't want this to happen. It’s so painful to keep seeing her.”
“You keep running into that person?”
“Yes, just a little while ago…”
The corner of the woman's mouth slowly turned up, as if she had been nervous at some point. The woman spoke mischievously on purpose.
“Is it really painful?”
"Yes?"
“On the other hand, I’m happy."
"..."
Edgar's face lit up as he hit the nail on the head.
“Still, I hope we don’t run into each other again. If we keep seeing each other, I won’t be able to suppress it anymore…”
“Why can’t you reveal your feelings?”
Edgar trailed off.
"Nut...."
“But what’s the but?”
The woman's speech became faster and faster.
“Of course, you had to act rationally when talking to other people, but love only begins when one person reveals their feelings. And there is a saying that if coincidences continue, it is fate. If that person is your partner you should never let go of it. Oh, my God?"
The woman's words pierced Edgar like a sharp knife.
“So, when you meet that person, act aggressively. What kind of bad thing are you doing right now? Don’t want other people to find out? No, you’re in love.”
"..."
I'm indeed doing something bad right now.
Edgar remained silent and thought.
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