ICTV - Chapter 85

ICTV - Chapter 85

I change The Villain

"I'm lonely."

What should he do, really? 

Edgar could not help but become disillusioned. The problem is that he's tired when he's with people, and the problem is that he's lonely when he's alone. 

Edgar turned his head. As always, the seat next to him was empty.

"After all, I am just a human being."

Edgar swept down the awkward bench. Edgar clearly spoke strongly to Violet. He said he doesn't want people like him to appear anymore. But he couldn't help but keep having strange thoughts.

The world is so big, isn't there at least one more person like him somewhere? There's nothing we can do about the humans who already exist, right? 

So, so... 

Edgar hesitated and then lowered his head. There's no one around anyway, so why is he hesitating? 

Edgar coolly confessed his true feelings. 

"I wish someone like me would appear in front of me right now." 

He wants to sit on this bench and chat until it gets dark and the sun comes up again. And he swears. By helping people become kind and worthy of imitation in their own way, they will create a world where people like them will never appear again. 

They don't care if other people click their tongues or point fingers at them for being a brat. Because they probably already know it better than anyone else. That it is impossible to change the world. It doesn't matter though. Even if they fail, that failure will leave a strong impression on someone. It's still impossible to change everyone, but it doesn't matter as long as even one more person can be saved. 

In times of uncertainty like now, they trust and support each other, and do as much as possible.... 

Edgar suddenly came to his senses.

"What am I delusional about?"

Before he knew it, the surroundings had become completely dark. Edgar was breathing irregularly, just like when he was training at the gym. He was clearly imagining happiness, but he felt bad, like he had woken up from a nightmare. 

No, in some ways, now was the worst. 

"..."

When you wake up from a nightmare, at least you can feel relief. 

Edgar can't even feel relief now. Rather, he felt frustrated, as if he was tied tightly with a rope. Was what he heard earlier that impressive? How can he even imagine something like this? 

He was confused, but on the other hand he was grateful to Violet.

How long has it been since he had such a sweet dream? 

Edgar couldn't relax because he was always holding on to the strings of reality. 

Edgar began trudging through the dark park.

Since when did he stop having wild imaginations like this? 

Still, when he was young, he think he often fantasized about what it would be like if he were a rabbit, or if a fairy who would grant his wishes appeared in front of him.

Edgar turned his head. The empty street came into view at a glance.

"... There's really nothing romantic about it." 

It's such a terrible thing to only look ahead and move forward. Edgar looked ahead again. If other people had done this, they would have immediately packed a sandwich and walked around to stop him. 

But if it's him, it's a different story

"I don't have anyone to stop me." 

Who would he dare blame? It is he who chose this path, and it is he who chose this asceticism. 

Edgar lamented.

"I'm so selfish." 

He hopes that someone like me will appear just because he want to share the same pain. But Edgar couldn't stop his thoughts. No matter how much time passes. It will never fade as much as that child.

Violet, who said that, seemed like a truly living human being. She sparkled more than jewels and was more vibrant than flowers. Perhaps even from the other side of the world, one would be able to tell that Violet is a living, breathing human being.

"Compared to her, what about me?"

Is he really a living human being?

Edgar pressed his palms against his breasts. He could feel his heart beating, but that was all. Edgar couldn't realize that he was alive now.

He was like a doll that moved mechanically when the main wind was turned. Always moving the same way, always making the same facial expression. 

Edgar's eyes slowly turned red.

"I shouldn't have met Violet."

If they couldn't avoid meeting each other, they should have met when he had regained some strength. At a point where he started to feel his limits, there was no way he could hold on since he met Violet. 

No matter how hard he tried to hide it he couldn't. Tears flowed down his cheeks. 

Edgar desperately wanted to know. 

The feeling you get when you hold that deep emotion in your heart. 

Edgar put his hands together. After he regained his senses, he prayed, knowing full well that he would curse himself for what he was now. May he meet someone special someday.

It was the first time in his life that he, who had been looking at one thing, made a different wish.

Edgar prayed for a few more minutes and then returned to the mansion in the moonlight. He honestly didn't think it would come true. It was truly an impulsive wish.

Edgar acted as if nothing had happened the next day. He checked on the status of his employees and processed the accumulated work as usual. Even people who came unexpectedly were welcomed warmly. 

Occasionally, he could feel Violet's worried gaze, but it was enough for him to just smile to show that he wouldn't give in to this. 

Just before Edgar forgets that he made that wish due to his hectic daily life, he meets her at the temple of Harmonia. 

With a woman like a rose.

***

It may be an illusion, but that day was somehow different from other days.

Even though no one woke me up, Edgar couldn't open his eyes on his own, and his body, which was feeling light, felt light thanks to a good night's sleep. The toast that came for breakfast felt crispier than usual, so he ate three of it.

The issue of support funding, which had been agonizing over several days, was resolved thanks to a sponsor who appeared anonymously. Edgar hummed his tune and headed toward the temple. Is it because of his mood? 

It's always the same street, but it's prettier today. Edgar stretched out in the temple of Harmonia. 

Yes, there should be days like today. No matter how hard it is, there are days like today that he can survive.

Edgar walked to the reserved prayer room number 3. Iris had already gone upstairs to hold a discussion class with other priests. 

Let's pray to Harmonia and thank her for giving us a day like today, and let's also ask her to treat us well in the future.

"And..."

Edgar recalled the wish he had made on impulse. He was so distracted that he was on the verge of forgetting it, but then he remembered it. It would have been better if he had just forgotten about it. 

Edgar only rubbed the side of his head. It's a problem even if that wish comes true, and it's a problem if it doesn't come true. 

"More than anything, even if a miracle really happens and such a person appears before my eyes." 

He wonders if that person also thinks of him as special. 

The moment Edgar thought that far, he almost collapsed. Edgar hurriedly leaned against a nearby pillar. Just imagining it feels like the world is collapsing. 

Oh, he hopes this wish doesn't come true. Thinking like that, Edgar opened the door to the prayer room. And he was dazed.

It was because someone was clearly in the prayer room he had reserved. Edgar's pupils dilated. A woman with red hair was sitting in front of the statue, sobbing. 

Suddenly his heart started pounding. Just by looking at the back, he could tell that this was the first person he had seen that day, but strangely, his heart continued to beat.

The woman continued to cry, unaware that the door was open. Normally she would have quietly closed the door and left, but she didn't want to do that.

Why? 

Edgar quickly adjusted his expression and voice.

"Lady."

The woman trembled and turned around. Her green eyes, as fresh as leaves, were full of tears. Edgar felt guilty. In times like this, it's better to just leave. Should he just leave now? 

No, the water has already spilled. Edgar took his heart and acted slyly.

"This is prayer room number 3, which I reserved."

Embarrassment slowly began to appear in her eyes, which still had tears. Edgar asked a question filled with earnestness that a woman could never read.

"Who are you, Lady?"

He wants to know her name. But the woman did not move. She seems suspicious herself. Since he appeared suddenly, it is not surprising that she did that, but she also felt unfair to Edgar.

He never entered this prayer room on purpose. This prayer room was indeed a place he had reserved. Edgar decided to reassure the lady by emphasizing the point further. 

"That's strange, I was sure I reserved prayer room number 3."

"..."

"Either I was mistaken, or the priest made a mistake."

The woman immediately stood up at Edgar's natural self-talk. Thank God. Is she finally letting her guard down? 

The moment Edgar was inwardly relieved, the woman spoke politely.

"Sorry. I'll leave right away." 

No! 

Edgar almost said it out loud. Edgar desperately tried to persuade the woman.

"No. Again, I may be mistaken. I will go to the priest." 

Edgar smiled and took out a handkerchief from his pocket.

"Lady, you are at least wiping away your tears. Here's my handkerchlef...."

Have you already cleaned it? At one point, Edgar was taken aback by the woman's clean-cut face. 

"Well, then, at least adjust your clothes..." 

It's been a long time since his clothes became neater. He can't believe he even organized his clothes in just a quick glance. It wasn't usually agile. Does he get any separate training? 

A person who was this agile was rare even among knights. 

"Lady? Lady??" 

"Have a good time."

The woman kindly closed the door without a sound and left. Edgar stared at the closed door with his empty eyes and then lowered his head.

"Okay, what would you like to talk about with someone you just met today?"

He also really has a problem. Edgar was overcome with the urge to hit himself on the head with a rock. 

He prayed quickly and said. 

"Let's go back."

Edgar knelt in front of the statue.

Harmonia, with her back to the sunlight, shone holy with her iridescent light. Edgar put his hands together and muttered. 

"She happened to appear just when I was thinking that way." 

That too at the Temple of Harmonia. Those green eyes kept flickering. His heart started pounding. Toward a person whose name or personality he doesn't yet know.

"..."

Edgar eventually got up and went out of the prayer room. She likely went to look for a priest. Let's just ask what her name is. That will be fine. 

Edgar took a deep breath. If she doesn't want to give her name, he just comes back here.

Edgar looked around. The woman's red hair quickly caught his eye. Thank God. She hasn't gone far yet.

It was the moment when Edgar was relieved and was about to call out to the woman.

"Mouchet." 

"Yes, My Lady."

Edgar hid behind a pillar. She was calmly giving her advice to a little priest as if she had never cried before.

"Don't worry and guess other people's feelings on your own. If you have any questions, it would be much better for you to ask directly."

Considerate. 

Edgar covered his mouth. It was felt up to this point that she sincerely wanted to comfort the other person. She must be exhausted herself. The tears he saw a moment ago were the proof. It is not easy to comfort and be considerate of others when you are exhausted.

The heart beat faster. Edgar could no longer hear their conversation. Because the sound of his heart felt too loud. He won't be caught out here because of his heartbeat, right? 

Even if he gets caught, it doesn't really matter.

Edgar carefully lifted his head out of the pillar. And at that moment, he made eye contact with a woman coming this way after finishing her conversation with Mouchet. The woman looked at Edgar in silence and put her finger to her lips.

Edgar, who was quick-witted, nodded and said that he would overlook the little priest's mistake.

'Do not worry.'

Edgar whispered and smiled as cutely as he could.

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