The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

293 – Scene 293# Umbrella

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“Do you understand now?”

When I looked up, the present Sora was looking at me, not the Sora in the afterimage of the past.

“It was my brother’s choice.”

I realized something as the memories unfolded before my eyes. In the end, being possessed by the worst villain, Tristan, was my choice.

“… “I wanted to understand.”

As the memories began to return little by little, my mouth opened of its own accord.

“I wanted to understand the man whom Bella loved, whom everyone pointed a finger at as a villain…”

If I could become Tristan and understand him, wouldn’t I be able to save this world, including Bella?

Even after I got out of Sora’s memories of her, I stood there for a while, unable to forget the lingering feelings of her. A part of my heart felt cold because I could still feel Bella’s body heat behind my back

I wanted to deny that it was something I had experienced, but once the memories began to surface, they created ripples like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

“Ugh…”

My head started pounding again.

Although it was fragmentary, I started to remember what I had experienced during the possession I had just before.

Okay… I remembered the day when I became Peter and condemned Tristan.

That day, rain poured down as if there was a hole in the sky.

Tristan collapses, vomiting blood, and I watch him. The drops of blood on the tip of the sword held in my hand were swept away by the rain.

-Ah…

Helga approached Tristan, who was lying down, forgetting the will to fight.

-Count…

She trembled with her shoulders as she held his body, which was cooling off in the cold rain.

-Joy… This is the end of a villain.

The person who aimed the bow at Helga was Hero Peter’s colleague Cooper, who would later become a priest. He who killed Helga in the original story again pulled the bowstring to end her life.

-Wait. Cooper.

-Peter?

After stopping Cooper, I spoke to Helga.

-It’s all over now. Helga. Stop and surrender.

Knowing the original work, I personally had a high opinion of the character Helga. It would definitely be of great help if we could appease her with her outstanding ability, which was too much for Tristan.

However, if she fights against us due to her grief over losing her master, it would be a problem.

-Yes. It’s over now…

Helga, who eventually accepted Tristan’s death, let out a sigh of resignation. The enemy of her and her life that I felt about her had all disappeared as if they had all been washed away by the rain. Looking at the reaction, she thought that fortunately, what she feared would not happen.

She promised to be the Count’s umbrella no matter what… I’m sorry.

There was no reply.

Helga looked helplessly at Tristan’s body soaking in the rain.

-I guess the Count was too big to be covered by my umbrella.

But the next moment, I was shocked.

Because despair was reflected in her eyes that were not covered by the eyepatch.

-That’s it for me too…

It was too late when I realized that her hand was trying to take something out of her bosom.

-Now… I’ll follow you. Count.

-Wait?!

Without any time to stop her, Helga cut her own neck without hesitation with the dagger she took from her her arms her her her.

Fresh blood spurted through the raindrops.

A large amount of blood poured down onto the rain-soaked floor.

-I am… Turn on… Line… I guess…

Helga stumbled and laid her body on top of Tristan’s body. Like an umbrella.

-Zero… He…

Helga said that and closed her eyes, smiling like a girl having a happy dream. And she never opened her eyes again.

-Tsk… It’s boring until the end.

Cooper mumbled and turned around.

On the other hand, I froze in place.

Even though she was on the side of the villain, she knew how loyal Helga was. Because of her her her her Tristan her her her, I felt guilty as I looked at her and chose her her her her death her her her.

But on the other hand, I thought it was something that could not be helped.

Because Tristan deserved to die.

He is the head of the vicious and cruel Ruelberta family and a villain who sells out this world by siding with the players. I thought that I had to kill him in the beginning to make the difficulty in the later stages when the player appears.

But even though I killed Tristan, I failed again and again.

I was in trouble.

What was the reason why it kept failing?

Are you not ready? Because you don’t have enough power? Because the players act as variables? Or are the players stronger than expected?

No matter how much I thought about it at the time, I couldn’t figure it out.

It wasn’t until some time later that I realized there was a problem with my ways… So, that was the moment Bella died.

No, to be exact, I felt something strange when I proposed to Bella.

In the original story, Bella is clearly fed up with the life dominated by Tristan and runs away from home, taking Blanche with her. While she was wandering around with her identity her her her hidden her, her life comes to a turning point when she meets Hero Peter.

Peter is nothing short of a benefactor who changed Bella’s life her her her her. Eventually, Bella became attracted to him and accepted his marriage proposal for her.

But Bella did not accept my marriage proposal. She proposed in the same situation as the original, but she somehow rejected the proposal with a bitter look on her face.

I found out later that the reason was Tristan. He still remained in her heart

“Brother. Are you okay?”

“Ah… Uh…”

When she opened her eyes, Sora was looking up at me with concern.

“You might have a bit of a headache because my memory has been affected.”

“Yes.”

“Anyway, what I showed you earlier was the memory of the last time my brother possessed me as Peter.”

“Okay… “I vaguely remember it.”

For a moment, I was lost in thoughts of the past and rubbed my face with my palm.

I had no energy in my body. Although it was not as vivid as Bella’s, it was very painful to recall the memories of the previous possession that led to Helga’s death of hers.

“Because my brother forgot everything, I had no choice but to show him what happened before through my memories. “If it hurts so much that you can’t bear it, please tell me.”

“Are you okay. How long has it been since then? No… “How many times have I been possessed?”

“I told you. There are countless. And I’ve failed more times than I can count. The reason why Michaela has not been proactive in helping him is because she has seen her brother fail several times.”

Come to think of it, Michaela of Paradise, the so-called god of this world, was hostile to me from the moment I met her. At the time, I thought it was just because he had a terrible personality, but it turned out that it was closer to distrust of me rather than hostility.

Every time I possess the gods of this world, including Michaela, they seem to go back to the first moment of possession. Like a time loop.

And that fact made me have some questions.

“Sora. Let me ask you just one thing. Please answer honestly.”

“Yes.”

About the sense of discomfort I’ve been feeling all along.

“Where on earth is ‘here’?”

“…”

Sora opened her eyes wide in surprise. After seeing that, I became somewhat confident in my doubts.

“Something was strange. If this is a game that is truly a copy of the original, it is impossible for me to fail. Even though I don’t remember it, I would definitely have tried to follow the original faithfully.”

Even when I became Tristan, I moved forward solely relying on the ‘original work.’

“Of course, there may be variables. The existence of players or the existence of myself can be variables. But Bella told me before she died. “She can’t forget Tristan.”

If things had gone according to the original, that wouldn’t have happened. And that fact naturally led me to a certain conclusion.

“This world would not have proceeded as the original did even if I or the players had not intervened. “Right?”

“… “I didn’t know I could get it that far.”

Sora let out a bitter smile. Her facial expression showed a sense of disappointment and bitterness.

“Why did you hide that fact from me?”

“I didn’t hide it. “I already knew that when her brother first possessed me.”

“What?”

I knew… ?

“Then you said I forgot?”

“Huh. Because it’s such a long time ago. I forgot it while possessing it. As my brother said, this world is not a world that directly reflects the original work. Moreover, it is not a world that completely follows the scenarios I created. For the game.”

“You mean it’s not a game? “Then this is a different world?”

“Perhaps both can be said to be correct…”

“?”

The more you ask, the more puzzling it becomes. I’m starting to get annoyed.

“Speak quickly and don’t drag your feet. “What on earth is this world?”

“…”

Sora gently bit her lower lip and closed her mouth. It occurred to me that it was a habit she had when she didn’t want to say something.

“… Do you really want to know? “Oppa.”

Normally, I would have waited for her to speak on her own. But now I don’t have the patience left for that.

“I need to know.”

I stared straight into Sora’s eyes

“I became Tristan and worked hard to get here. I also lost my memory. At this rate, I might even forget why I came here. So I need to know. “What on earth is this world doing?”

“… Hey. There are memories that people cannot handle. There are many people in the world who suffer from memories they cannot forget even though they want to. And there are people who die because of it…”

Sora’s eyes are now starting to well up with tears.

“It’s okay to say this now, but… I think my brother is happier now that he doesn’t know that fact. So, I’d rather my brother just not know…”

When I saw my younger brother speaking in a very trembling voice, I felt an inexplicable fear.

“But do you really want to know?”

I couldn’t easily answer a question that was heavier than ever. Just like Sora said, there are definitely painful facts to know.

But still I… I thought it would be more painful to never know that fact.

“…”

I nodded my head with difficulty. Then Sora’s face became distorted with sadness.

“Well…”

“Sora… I am…”

“Are you okay…”

Sora eventually bursts into tears. She tried to put her hand on her shoulder to comfort her, but her sister shook her head.

“… “What happens from now on is definitely not your fault.”

“What?”

A tear fell from Sora’s eye.

The moment her tears, transparent and sparkling like jewels, fell on the floor …

The world stopped.