Vania's eyes wavered. Ryan could see her small head struggling to come up with an excuse.
It's a truth you haven't told until now, but if I ask right now, will you tell me the truth?
So, for now, Ryan pretended not to know.
“Are you tired?”
“Oh, yeah! What is it? This is a first for me.”
Vania, who had just woken up, took a handkerchief from the table. She turned around and wiped the blood from her nose, her back trembling slightly.
Ryan watched her back for a while, then got up and left the room.
“Grow up quickly today.”
“...”
***
"Ha."
Ryan came to Vania room, sprawled out on the sofa, and just stared blankly into space.
“I’m going to turn around.”
He remember Nike from the last expedition.
Nike was suffering as he tried to forcefully shake off his memories.
'This ability puts a strain on the body in some way.'
That was the truth he realized then.
Nike, who was originally an ordinary person, is assumed to have limited capacity to handle his abilities, unlike those with real abilities.
So, the regression is incomplete, and if he try to forcefully dig up his memories and completely regress like a real person with superpowers, it will be a burden on his body, and that's why his body is giving him a 'warning'.
Like Vania who spilled coffee a little while ago.
This means that there is a 'physical limit' to how much this ability can handle.
Why do people with special abilities only have one special ability?
This is because each body can perfectly use only one ability without burden.
Even the stronger the ability, the more difficult or restricted it is to train.
So, what about Vania, which can collect all existing abilities?
What if a body that was supposed to perfect only one ability were to train all of its collected powers?
‘...There’s no way it won’t break down.’
As soon as she reached stage 2 of "Dark Footsteps," she started bleeding profusely. And Vania seemed to already be aware of her condition.
'You probably knew something about it before you returned.'
So, she would have collected and trained only the abilities that she definitely needed.
Gaining this ability a lot is never, ever a good thing for Vania.
“Oh, you crazy kid... What did you do, really...”
Ryan wiped his face heavily.
He wanted to kill his past self who made Vania, who said she didn't need it, use Brigitte's Bless.
Once she acquired the Blessing, she'll find herself using it, even if only for a little bit. It'll make things easier, so she'll give it a try.
The more you use it, the more your ability will be trained.
As you grow to a higher level, your power becomes stronger than the previous level...
Vania's body, which possesses multiple enhanced abilities, may bear an even greater burden.
'Vania's Blessing, that is...'
The Eyes of the Mirror.
It seems to be a power that focuses on 'shallowly' using multiple abilities.
Or, train only one ability to the max and use it as your main.
In that case, we can conclude that we must fight while refraining from using Vania's abilities as much as possible.
“Damn, but is that even possible...?”
Vania had said she would make Ryan a legitimate punisher.
Instead of just rushing in and killing everyone, how much more strangling will Wassenberg do in the meantime, and how many times will Vania's abilities be needed?
"Ah..."
Ryan tilted his head back blankly.
His younger sister, who secretly ate my flesh, said she would never put me in my stepbrother's cell twice...
Ryan, who had never felt any kinship with his crazy brothers, found this feeling quite new.
“Should I just go to jail one more time...?”
He was really worried.
***
Three days after that.
The capital, Valen.
Johnson, the center manager, entered the day labor center where laborers were gathered in groups of three or five, having a quick breakfast.
He looked around as if looking for someone, and when he saw a brown-haired man eating in the corner, he shouted.
“Hey, Chris!”
The man, Chris, raised his head.
The center director flinched when he saw Chris's face.
Terrible skin that cannot be hidden even by a shaggy head of hair and a dirty beard.
Beneath his deep blue eyes, the scars of burns on both cheeks were clearly visible.
“Someone was looking for you outside.”
“...”
Chris got up without saying a word and went outside.
Johnson clicked his tongue inwardly as he watched the man's back as he left.
Chris, the man who first came a week ago and started taking on work.
He seemed to be young, but his face was so ugly that it seemed like there was no place to write.
But Johnson liked his honesty and unpretentiousness, so he gave him work for a week.
***
Chris came out.
The person he was looking for was nowhere to be seen, but as if he had made a promise, he turned around the building and entered the alley.
A man wearing a coat and a fedora pulled down low is waiting.
The man tipped his hat slightly.
The face you see is amazing.
A member of the Imperial Knights and adjutant of the Third Prince, Nike Valensier, a liner cruiser.
“You said it was a villa owned by the Count of Norman. What time will you be checking in?”
“Three o’clock.”
Chris, who had briefly answered the liner cruiser's question, quickly unbuttoned his shirt.
Then, a sturdy body is revealed. Over it, a black assassin's uniform clings tightly. Several holsters are attached to hold weapons.
Renier quickly moved the knives he had hidden inside his coat and inserted them into Chris's assassin's uniform.
The shirt was fastened again. Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
As Chris was about to leave the alley, Reiner spoke.
"My brother has something special to discuss with you. Please come home immediately after work."
...Brother? Chris looked back, feeling somewhat ominous.
“What interview?”
"I don't know either. He'd been looking for you for a few days, but when I told him Hawk was undercover on a suicide mission, he said he was waiting. He said, 'Brother, come back quickly before I lose my neck.'"
“...”
It was definitely ominous. Chris's instinct was telling him so.
“You didn’t say anything strange to your brother again, did you?”
“No, that’s not true.”
I can't believe it. My best friend of ten years has already betrayed me once...
Chris swallowed a sigh and walked out of the alley.
***
At 5 o'clock tomorrow morning, my second child will take a dump.
The location of Elliot Wassenberg's secret auction is 21-4 Villa Street.
After looking into it a little more, I found out that it was a villa owned by Count Arthur Norman. Count Norman was, of course, a member of the Black Club.
If they're even providing a place, they must be a high-ranking member of the club.
'You should definitely go to jail later too!'
I clicked my tongue inwardly and ate two plates of breakfast.
I need to eat well. I'm a garbage collector, so I'm going to start work right after breakfast.
There are still about 20 hours left until the auction opens, but of course I have no intention of openly blowing up the auction house.
The goal is to infiltrate the auction house in advance and steal the bad items Elliot brought in.
'By now, all the items should be in the auction house, right?'
I've done a few preliminary surveys of the area with Ryan and have even planned a sneak attack route, so there's nothing to be afraid of.
“Did you eat everything?”
“Ah! Yeah.”
At that moment, Ryan, who had bags under his eyes from not being able to sleep, tapped my shoulder.
“Come to my room. I have something to tell you.”
“...?”
What is this ominous feeling?
Well, actually...
I was relieved that Ryan hadn't said much since I have nosebleed in front of him three days ago.
I'm so tired that I thought I had a nosebleed! I had this expectation...
“Let’s just not go today.”
...I tried for a while, but it still wasn’t right.
Ryan came into the room, sat on the bed, and immediately said to me.
I stood in front of him like a little child being scolded and asked cautiously.
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“I thought about it, but it still won’t work.”
"How can you say you're going to clean up like shit and then do something like this on the same day? Dad, do you know what's being traded there? There's so much you can't even imagine. People are bought and sold there, too."
“Do you know? I don’t know those people.”
“...? What kind of nonsense are you talking about! Are you worried Elliot might catch you? Don’t worry. I’m here, so...”
“No. I’m afraid you’ll get left behind.”
“...”
I was speechless.
Well then...
There's no way Ryan didn't notice my condition.
“Hey, there you are. I’m talking about you.”
While I was wondering what to say, Ryan spoke first, silently, with a blank expression.
“When I think about my dog-like father and brothers, I wonder if their bloodline is all that...? But, but then again... it wasn’t that...”
“...”
"You were someone who hadn't been in my life my whole life, and then suddenly showed up. We hadn't even been together for a year... It's amazing. You've become so... precious to me."
Ryan looked at me, his eyes filled with surprise, as if he was realizing a new emotion with each word he spoke.
"I've been thinking about it for three days. Righteousness? Yeah, I've been weighing that against you. But I'm trash. I have absolutely no sense of justice."
He chuckled hollowly.
“I’d rather pretend not to know than to kill you and save a hundred people... What should I do?”
It's a truth you haven't told until now, but if I ask right now, will you tell me the truth?
So, for now, Ryan pretended not to know.
“Are you tired?”
“Oh, yeah! What is it? This is a first for me.”
Vania, who had just woken up, took a handkerchief from the table. She turned around and wiped the blood from her nose, her back trembling slightly.
Ryan watched her back for a while, then got up and left the room.
“Grow up quickly today.”
“...”
***
"Ha."
Ryan came to Vania room, sprawled out on the sofa, and just stared blankly into space.
“I’m going to turn around.”
He remember Nike from the last expedition.
Nike was suffering as he tried to forcefully shake off his memories.
'This ability puts a strain on the body in some way.'
That was the truth he realized then.
Nike, who was originally an ordinary person, is assumed to have limited capacity to handle his abilities, unlike those with real abilities.
So, the regression is incomplete, and if he try to forcefully dig up his memories and completely regress like a real person with superpowers, it will be a burden on his body, and that's why his body is giving him a 'warning'.
Like Vania who spilled coffee a little while ago.
This means that there is a 'physical limit' to how much this ability can handle.
Why do people with special abilities only have one special ability?
This is because each body can perfectly use only one ability without burden.
Even the stronger the ability, the more difficult or restricted it is to train.
So, what about Vania, which can collect all existing abilities?
What if a body that was supposed to perfect only one ability were to train all of its collected powers?
‘...There’s no way it won’t break down.’
As soon as she reached stage 2 of "Dark Footsteps," she started bleeding profusely. And Vania seemed to already be aware of her condition.
'You probably knew something about it before you returned.'
So, she would have collected and trained only the abilities that she definitely needed.
Gaining this ability a lot is never, ever a good thing for Vania.
“Oh, you crazy kid... What did you do, really...”
Ryan wiped his face heavily.
He wanted to kill his past self who made Vania, who said she didn't need it, use Brigitte's Bless.
Once she acquired the Blessing, she'll find herself using it, even if only for a little bit. It'll make things easier, so she'll give it a try.
The more you use it, the more your ability will be trained.
As you grow to a higher level, your power becomes stronger than the previous level...
Vania's body, which possesses multiple enhanced abilities, may bear an even greater burden.
'Vania's Blessing, that is...'
The Eyes of the Mirror.
It seems to be a power that focuses on 'shallowly' using multiple abilities.
Or, train only one ability to the max and use it as your main.
In that case, we can conclude that we must fight while refraining from using Vania's abilities as much as possible.
“Damn, but is that even possible...?”
Vania had said she would make Ryan a legitimate punisher.
Instead of just rushing in and killing everyone, how much more strangling will Wassenberg do in the meantime, and how many times will Vania's abilities be needed?
"Ah..."
Ryan tilted his head back blankly.
His younger sister, who secretly ate my flesh, said she would never put me in my stepbrother's cell twice...
Ryan, who had never felt any kinship with his crazy brothers, found this feeling quite new.
“Should I just go to jail one more time...?”
He was really worried.
***
Three days after that.
The capital, Valen.
Johnson, the center manager, entered the day labor center where laborers were gathered in groups of three or five, having a quick breakfast.
He looked around as if looking for someone, and when he saw a brown-haired man eating in the corner, he shouted.
“Hey, Chris!”
The man, Chris, raised his head.
The center director flinched when he saw Chris's face.
Terrible skin that cannot be hidden even by a shaggy head of hair and a dirty beard.
Beneath his deep blue eyes, the scars of burns on both cheeks were clearly visible.
“Someone was looking for you outside.”
“...”
Chris got up without saying a word and went outside.
Johnson clicked his tongue inwardly as he watched the man's back as he left.
Chris, the man who first came a week ago and started taking on work.
He seemed to be young, but his face was so ugly that it seemed like there was no place to write.
But Johnson liked his honesty and unpretentiousness, so he gave him work for a week.
***
Chris came out.
The person he was looking for was nowhere to be seen, but as if he had made a promise, he turned around the building and entered the alley.
A man wearing a coat and a fedora pulled down low is waiting.
The man tipped his hat slightly.
The face you see is amazing.
A member of the Imperial Knights and adjutant of the Third Prince, Nike Valensier, a liner cruiser.
“You said it was a villa owned by the Count of Norman. What time will you be checking in?”
“Three o’clock.”
Chris, who had briefly answered the liner cruiser's question, quickly unbuttoned his shirt.
Then, a sturdy body is revealed. Over it, a black assassin's uniform clings tightly. Several holsters are attached to hold weapons.
Renier quickly moved the knives he had hidden inside his coat and inserted them into Chris's assassin's uniform.
The shirt was fastened again. Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
As Chris was about to leave the alley, Reiner spoke.
"My brother has something special to discuss with you. Please come home immediately after work."
...Brother? Chris looked back, feeling somewhat ominous.
“What interview?”
"I don't know either. He'd been looking for you for a few days, but when I told him Hawk was undercover on a suicide mission, he said he was waiting. He said, 'Brother, come back quickly before I lose my neck.'"
“...”
It was definitely ominous. Chris's instinct was telling him so.
“You didn’t say anything strange to your brother again, did you?”
“No, that’s not true.”
I can't believe it. My best friend of ten years has already betrayed me once...
Chris swallowed a sigh and walked out of the alley.
***
At 5 o'clock tomorrow morning, my second child will take a dump.
The location of Elliot Wassenberg's secret auction is 21-4 Villa Street.
After looking into it a little more, I found out that it was a villa owned by Count Arthur Norman. Count Norman was, of course, a member of the Black Club.
If they're even providing a place, they must be a high-ranking member of the club.
'You should definitely go to jail later too!'
I clicked my tongue inwardly and ate two plates of breakfast.
I need to eat well. I'm a garbage collector, so I'm going to start work right after breakfast.
There are still about 20 hours left until the auction opens, but of course I have no intention of openly blowing up the auction house.
The goal is to infiltrate the auction house in advance and steal the bad items Elliot brought in.
'By now, all the items should be in the auction house, right?'
I've done a few preliminary surveys of the area with Ryan and have even planned a sneak attack route, so there's nothing to be afraid of.
“Did you eat everything?”
“Ah! Yeah.”
At that moment, Ryan, who had bags under his eyes from not being able to sleep, tapped my shoulder.
“Come to my room. I have something to tell you.”
“...?”
What is this ominous feeling?
Well, actually...
I was relieved that Ryan hadn't said much since I have nosebleed in front of him three days ago.
I'm so tired that I thought I had a nosebleed! I had this expectation...
“Let’s just not go today.”
...I tried for a while, but it still wasn’t right.
Ryan came into the room, sat on the bed, and immediately said to me.
I stood in front of him like a little child being scolded and asked cautiously.
“What are you talking about all of a sudden?”
“I thought about it, but it still won’t work.”
"How can you say you're going to clean up like shit and then do something like this on the same day? Dad, do you know what's being traded there? There's so much you can't even imagine. People are bought and sold there, too."
“Do you know? I don’t know those people.”
“...? What kind of nonsense are you talking about! Are you worried Elliot might catch you? Don’t worry. I’m here, so...”
“No. I’m afraid you’ll get left behind.”
“...”
I was speechless.
Well then...
There's no way Ryan didn't notice my condition.
“Hey, there you are. I’m talking about you.”
While I was wondering what to say, Ryan spoke first, silently, with a blank expression.
“When I think about my dog-like father and brothers, I wonder if their bloodline is all that...? But, but then again... it wasn’t that...”
“...”
"You were someone who hadn't been in my life my whole life, and then suddenly showed up. We hadn't even been together for a year... It's amazing. You've become so... precious to me."
Ryan looked at me, his eyes filled with surprise, as if he was realizing a new emotion with each word he spoke.
"I've been thinking about it for three days. Righteousness? Yeah, I've been weighing that against you. But I'm trash. I have absolutely no sense of justice."
He chuckled hollowly.
“I’d rather pretend not to know than to kill you and save a hundred people... What should I do?”
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