ICTV - Chapter 87

ICTV - Chapter 87

I change The Villain

Edgar, who was struggling to find a place to hide no matter how hard he looked, caught the eye of a bonfire that the villagers had lit for a feast. As soon as Edgar discovered the bonfire, he threw the rabbit doll into the fire.

Edgar crouched down and gasped as he watched the doll disappear in the fire. He was still having trouble breathing. It definitely wasn't because he was running.

Edgar was sure. And that confidence was strengthened when the child burst into tears upon learning that the doll was missing.

It was hard to breathe and he was sweating like this because he did something bad.

This is how he feels when he does bad things, young Edgar thought, clenching his fists. He said it was such an unpleasant feeling that he never wanted to experience it again.

"...It's a big deal."

After reminiscing, the current Edgar muttered. He never thought he would experience this feeling again today. 

Edgar muttered again. 

"It's a really big deal."

"Is your dizziness that bad?" 

Edgar lightly rubbed his thumb and index finger. As expected, it was sticky with sweat. Edgar barely managed to keep his balance. 

"I think we should have tea next time."

"Yes. I think you should go quickly and get some rest." 

"I must take Miss Iris back immediately, no. Could you please send Miss Iris separately in a chariot to the temple?" 

He, this filthy person, can't be in the same room as Miss Iris. Damian was skeptical at Edgar's earnest request but nodded his head. 

"That's not difficult. Okay, I'll do that."

"Thank you. I'll just leave then." 

"Hey, Edgar."

Damian asked as Edgar was about to take his steps. 

"Isn't there something wrong, Mr. Edgar?"

Edgar smiled brightly.

"No. It's just too much these days."

"I'm glad if that's the case." 

"Then goodbye. May Harmonia bless you." 

With those words, Edgar returned to the mansion. 

As he took off his outer clothes and entered the mansion, he saw the butler holding a rolled-up piece of paper.

"Young Master. Are you here?"

"Yes. What is that?" 

"Do you remember the village you visited last time? These are drawings sent by children in the village." 

"Of course, I remember. It's a town with a really beautiful beach." 

Edgar unfolded the paper. The sandy beach drawn by the children with poor skills filled the paper. The butler smiled happily. 

"They say that children these days are obsessed with playing and building sand castles. I think I made this whenever I went to the beach when I was young." 

The butler asked.

"Do you like it too, Master? Building sand castles."

"No. I made it once." 

Edgar returned the paper to the butler.

"I hate building sand castles." 

"Yes? Why do you hate it?"

"Yeah..."

Edgar, who was speechless, raised his head.

"If you touch it even slightly, it falls apart."

Edgar hates it because it feels like a life. 

As he opened the office door, Edgar motioned for the butler to go. 

"Well, there are a lot of other gifts in the office besides these."

"Just go and see." 

The butler stopped what he was saying and immediately lowered his head. 

Edgar sat down at his desk as soon as the door closed. As the butler said, there were a lot of presents piled up. Sweets, decorations, thank you letters... 

His indifferent gaze, which was scanning the gifts, stopped on the bouquet of roses.

Roses are a popular flower, so he's received them hundreds of times so far.

"But today is special...." 

No. 

Edgar stopped speaking and shook his head violently. Je almost gave it meaning again. As long as that person already has a partner, it is not fate but just a coincidence.

Edgar, who had been brainwashing himself like that, soon fell down helplessly on his desk. The rose flower was still bright red.

"..."

Edgar poked a rose with his finger. A petal fell helplessly. Edgar muttered.

"...You're so frightfully frail."

Flowers or sand castles. Edgar burst out laughing.

***

It's vain. Edgar refined himself so much, but he's being dominated by these distracting thoughts.

"Young Master. It's time to wake up."

"..."

"Young Master?"

Edgar lay on the bed and didn't move.

"If you don't wake up now, your whole schedule will be messed up."

"I tell you to do it."

"Yes?"

Edgar, who spoke angrily, tried to cover his mouth with his hand. Instead, he spoke with his back to the butler.

"... I'm not feeling well. Please cancel all of today's plans."

"But, Master. Today is really important."

When did it stop being important? 

Edgar considered every schedule important. He put off taking a day off day after day, saying things like 'I can't do this today.' 'I can't do that today,' and he ended up scheduling It all 365 days a year. 

Edgar spoke again. 

"I really don't think it will work today."

Hearing Edgar's firm tone, the butler hesitated and asked a question. 

"Young Master. Did something happen?"

"Why do you think that?"

"Because it's strange. No matter how tired you are, you don't give up on your schedule completely."

Edgar cut off the butler's words. 

"Because I'm human too."

"... All right."

Only then did the butler go out. Edgar let out a long breath. He almost lost his temper. To the butler who takes it for granted that he is being overworked. Pathetic. Edgar raised his hand.

"If I'm going to be angry. I should do it to myself."

He's the one who made the butler like that. If he thinks about it, this is also his sin. 

Edgar was shocked as he stared at his empty hand, which held nothing. Because her red hair fluttered before his eyes. Edgar raised his upper body.

"... They say you shouldn't give it meaning."

He needs to recover quickly. Edgar stroked his hair. 

When things are difficult, you become sensitive, and when you become sensitive, you give meaning to even trivial things. 

So, if you get out of this state, it will have less meaning.

Edgar lay back on the bed and pulled the blanket up to his chin. 

Today he will just rest without thinking about anything. With that thought, Edgar's eyes closed.

But not long after, it floated again. Edgar stared at the ceiling and muttered.

"How do you do resting without thinking?'

He can't stop thinking and worrying. Since he canceled his schedule today, tomorrow will be even busier. Could it be that he was caught up in a moment of impulse and dug his own grave? What if trust with people is broken again like last time?

It won't work. He has to go right now and tell the butler not to cancel his schedule. It can still be turned around now. 

It was the moment when Edgar stamped his feet into his slippers..

Knock, knock.

There was a light knocking sound. Edgar's face brightened. Good timing too. The butler is clear. He has to apologize for what happened earlier. 

Edgar fully stood up. 

"Come on in."

"Edgar."

However, the person who knocked was not the butler, but Iris. 

"I came here after hearing from the butler that his condition was not good. I didn't disturb your rest, did I?" 

"Of course not."

Anyway, the desire to rest has already disappeared. Edgar passed Iris.

"Where are you going?"

Iris grabbed the hem of Edgar's clothes. Edgar looked down at Iris. 

"Aren't you resting?"

"..."

Iris said that whenever she had the chance, she wanted to be like him. Edgar bent down on his knees and looked Iris in the eye. 

Because people are like me. 

Edgar laughed. 

You shouldn't be someone like me who can't even relax at all. 

Edgar stroked Iris' head. 

"Miss Iris,"

"Do you have something to say to me?"

"Yes. Do you know what promise I made when I was just the size of Miss Iris?"

Iris was deep in thought and then shook her head.

"I don't know."

"Of course you would. Because I never told you." 

Edgar spoke while still making eye contact with Iris.

"At that time, I decided to become an upright adult."

Iris' eyes widened. 

"I didn't have the right adults around me." All the Credrian family members are good. The seniors I met the other day were also very kind."

"Miss Iris."

Edgar softly but seriously called Iris's name. 

"I've said it many times, but you can't judge people based on only one aspect. Something happened with those people."

Iris noticed right away and Edgar went back to the main topic. 

"And that resolve evolved a bit more as I got older. Let's become proper adults that children can follow."

"Edgar has faithfully kept that promise. Edgar is already my idol."

"Miss Iris."

Edgar called Iris' name in a soft but serious voice. 

"You can't make me an idol,"

Iris became curious.

"Why are you suddenly saying that? You were always happy." 

"I'm sorry, Miss Iris. But I'm serious."

"If Ed doesn't want to be my idol, which adult should I make my idol?"

Iris didn't understand. 

"Edgar is a kinder and more upright adult than anyone else." 

"Miss Iris. There are many sides to a person."

"I know that. But Edgar... !"

"Miss Iris."

Edgar raised his arms and called Iris' name again. 

"I told you once, right? People have a narrow perspective, so they can only think of one side of another person in a particular situation."

For example, when the other person is talking rudely, he thinks of an incident when that person helped him, or when I was spending a happy time with the other person, he recalls an incident when that person looked down on him.

Edgar said.

"If you look at this side, they are good, but if you look at the other side, they are bad. That's what humans are."

Like angels or devils, they are not biased to one side, so they cannot be easily evaluated, and relationships cannot be easily severed. Right now, he was like that too. 

Iris would be confused if she knew what he was thinking right now. Even children know that it is wrong to like someone who has a partner. 

Iris definitely thinks this way.

'Is Edgar a bad person? So what are the good deeds that Edgar has done so far? If you're a really bad person, you can't do such a good deed, right?'

Yes. She would definitely think so. Edgar spoke with sincerity. 

"Thank you, Miss Iris."

"What is it, Edgar? Today you're really strange." 

Thanks to this, Edgar's mind became cold. He can no longer make children wander because of adults. 

Edgar promised again and again. He said he would no longer waver for the sake of Iris, who follows him. 

"I will really do my best."

Iris' eyes immediately narrowed...

"Edgar, what's really going on?"

"Hehe, it's okay now."

His mind, which was full of distracting thoughts, became clear. When was the last time he was so upset, it got better after a while. Edgar said with a bright face.

"Actually, I had a hard time because of work these days, but I recovered thanks to Miss Iris."

"I'm glad I was helpful." 

Edgar checked the time. His thoughts changed. Since his schedule has already been canceled, he should just go out with Iris. 

With Iris by his side, he won't have time to lose himself in idle thoughts again. 

Edgar recalled what the maids once said. 

"Miss Iris. Would you please go out with me? I heard from the maids that you need a new dress." 

"I am grateful."

And then he ran into Rose in the dressing room. 

Rose wearing a pure white dress that would only look good at a wedding.

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