The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

279 – Scene 279# Business

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I couldn’t tell how much time had passed since I was trapped here.

Everyone in the group sat in the hallway to take a short break.

Myohail, who is usually talkative, found this space fascinating and was concentrating on investigating the surroundings by sending out an artificial spirit. Like a idiot, he seemed to be more interested in the structure of this place itself than how to get out of it.

Meanwhile, Wendy sat in the corner and carefully looked at the people around her.

The ones who looked the most tired were Luna and Ariel.

The two hadn’t said anything since they left the room a while ago. It seemed like there was something they wanted to say to each other, but they couldn’t open their mouths… I felt that uncomfortable atmosphere.

It might get better if someone steps forward and mediates.

However, Wendy had no intention of getting caught between them.

For her, her biggest worry was something else.

‘Count…’

Wendy looked at Tristan sitting over there. He was leaning against the wall and quietly closing his eyes. At first glance, it looks like he is closing his eyes for a moment, but that is not the case. As proof of that, his fingers are twitching with his arms crossed.

That was something Tristan often did when he had something serious to worry about.

Wendy has been closely assisting Tristan since becoming his exclusive maid. No matter how tactless and clumsy she was, she was able to sense that something had changed in his state of mind.

As she was young and just a commoner, she had no idea what kind of trouble he was having. Even if she found out, there’s probably nothing she could do… There will be none.

That fact made Wendy hug her knees.

Tristan’s face as he looked at Aidan was unusual. He is the man equivalent of his grandfather to him. But at least at that time, the expression Tristan had was far from that of a grandson missing his deceased grandfather.

It was closer to a border.

Tristan looks at his grandfather with his young eyes with distrust and suspicion. When Wendy saw that, she realized that he had a painful family history.

The Ruelberta family’s notoriety did not arise overnight. The cruel and evil deeds committed by past leaders have continued to this day. Tristan has been criticized by people simply because he is their descendant. And he has been trying to atone for what his family did.

I don’t know, but in the process, distrust and suspicion toward my family may have arisen. For Tristan, his family was not someone he could rely on.

In Wendy’s eyes, Tristan seemed like the most lonely person in the world. Whenever I saw that lonely expression, I would be overcome by an inexplicable feeling of anxiety, as if he would suddenly disappear somewhere without saying a word. And, presumptuously, I felt a desire to become a source of support for him.

“?!”

It was then.

Tristan, who had been lost in thought the whole time, stood up. He looked at the surrounding doors and crossed the hallway. Perhaps because everyone was tired, no one paid attention to where he was going.

And at that time, Wendy got up and ran away.

“Now, wait… Wait… !”

He hugged her back, the trusty arm that had protected her when she was scared earlier. Then he stopped.

“… What’s going on?”

“Uh, uh… Mind… Masay…”

“…What?”

“Go, don’t go…” ” ” .”

For some reason, my voice trembled. However, Wendy held back and continued her words.

“Well, I… I’m anxious… I feel like the Count is going somewhere far away… Ho, I thought maybe the Count would go somewhere out of my reach… Well, so… Count, don’t go somewhere alone. Please…”

“I’m not going to suddenly disappear somewhere. So let go of this.”

“I don’t like it… Even if you go, come with me…”

“Wendy…”

Tristan looked puzzled by Wendy’s request Her Her, which came out without any context.

“Don’t be stubborn.”

“Don’t go… Count. Sniff… I don’t want to go…”

“I don’t know why it’s suddenly like this…”

Tristan tried to pull Wendy’s hand away, but she soon sighed.

“What should I do to let him go?”

“Me too…” . Please take me too…”

“No.”

Despite Wendy’s earnest request, Tristan flatly refused. Wendy was a little intimidated by her determined attitude, but she didn’t give up.

“Please…Please…”

“Can’t be done.” Even if you follow me, you will only become a burden.”

“Bae, I won’t disturb the Count! Mi, please believe me… !”

“It’s not that kind of problem.”

Tristan slowly shook his head.

“Wendy. “You can’t help me.”

“!”

Am I that much of no help?

Wendy felt like she was about to cry out of anger and sadness. Moreover, what hurt her even more was the fact that she couldn’t deny those words.

“Sniff… I’m sorry… I make mistakes all the time… I’ve never really helped you…”

Wendy let go of Tristan. Her tears flowed and her vision became blurred.

“I’m sorry for bothering you… Black…”

“Wendy…”

Tristan sighed deeply. Then he bent one of her knees and looked straight at her.

Wendy could not bear to look at his face and turned her head. But her warm fingers wiped away the tears from her eyes.

“Sniff… Count… “You?”

“… I know you want to help me. But there is a line in some things.”

“Seon… ?”

“Okay. Aren’t there some things you can help with and some things you can’t help with?”

A line… ? And there are things I can and can’t help with… ?

When Wendy looked like she didn’t understand at all, Tristan sighed deeply and said.

“Therefore… This means that I can do some errands on my own without anyone’s help.”

“Business… Yo?”

“Okay.”

“Business… If… ?”

“Is there more than a bathroom?”

“Makeup… “Sil?”

Tristan looked away with a shy face.

When she saw that expression, she realized that she had made a ridiculous misunderstanding.

“Well, then… Then…”

Wendy felt her face getting hot from her embarrassment.

“Then can I go to the bathroom now? Of course, by myself.”

“Ha, ha… !? “I’m sorry!”

*

Taaak-!

“Your skills have improved a lot. Millium.”

“… To her older brother Compared to her, she still has a long way to go.”

The two clashed with the sound of wooden swords clashing.

In the next room we entered, Kyle and Milliam were sparring. Plus, this time it’s a familiar place to me. It is none other than the sparring hall of Ruelberta’s mansion.

“Sigh… !”

Milliam swung his sword. The accuracy and sharpness of each attack was such that one could even believe that he was wielding a real sword rather than a wooden sword.

To Millium, he seemed like a completely different person. The sickly figure was nowhere to be seen, and a good-looking prosecutor was standing there. I don’t know if holding a sword can change a person, but each time he swung the sword, his eyes his grew alive.

However, Milliam’s opponent, Kyle, could be seen as even greater.

Taaak-! Taaak-!

Kyle was freely swinging the wooden sword he was holding with one hand, blocking Milliam’s repeated attacks.

‘It’s fast…’

I was watching the two people sparring with my own eyes. If Millium’s wooden sword looked like a real sword, Kyle’s sword looked like a whip. Kyle’s sword technique, which curved and suddenly became longer and then shorter again, seemed like an optical illusion due to the combination of his wrist technique and high speed.

Indeed, the rumor that Kyle was the best prosecutor of his time was not at all false. In terms of speed, it seemed like Bella’s sword and whistle, but Kyle didn’t see any loopholes.

Watching him block Millium’s desperate attack without moving a single step, his swordsmanship seemed to have reached a certain level. With just a little bit of exaggeration, he could be said to have already reached the point of perfection.

Having learned a bit of her swordsmanship from Bella, I could vaguely understand the difference.

If Bella’s swordsmanship is disciplined and standard, focusing on her various postures, Kyle’s swordsmanship is rough but flawless… It was truly swordsmanship for actual combat.

“You’re still watching. Brother.”

“No. “Someone will look after it.”

“It’s a joke… !”

Despite Millium’s persistent attacks, Kyle didn’t even blink his eyes and used only one arm to block.

At this point, Milliam seemed to be trying to find a loophole in Kyle somehow. However, despite his irregular attack, Kyle reacted immediately and did not lose his defensive posture.

It was definitely different from Bella or Aaron’s swordsmanship.

I was especially paying attention to Kyle’s movements. I plan to recreate it with ‘Jealousy’ someday.

Meanwhile, Milliam was constantly trying to get Kyle’s sincerity out of him. However, his sword skills were not enough.

Milliem made good use of his height her her, which was not appropriate for his her age her her her, to fight against Kyle, but he was no match for him. Soon, Millieum’s movements began to slow down, as if he was losing strength.

The moment of defeat was slowly approaching.

But Milliam’s eyes were unusual.

“Brother Kyle. “Stop playing around now.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Be serious. “I really want to compete with my brother.”

“I’m still doing it sincerely.”

“Brother. Think you’re fighting Mine and attack him. I thought I was going to cut off the head of the demon in front of me-.”

“…”

At that moment, Kyle’s mood changed. And…

“?!”

Suddenly, Kyle cut into the air. The shadow of a sword curved like a whip passed around Millium.

Kyle’s slash is fast enough to create a gust of wind.

Milliam couldn’t even react in the face of a speed that was too fast for the eye to follow.

No… I did react correctly. That’s because the reaction has become meaningless.

Tuk.

Milliam’s wooden sword, cut in half, fell to the floor.

“Look… “I can do it if I put my mind to it.”