Let's think about it.
"Let go."
"I'm letting it go."
"Then hold on."
"yes."
What is this situation?
The guy who said he was going home is scared.
The lady is angry.
hmm...
It seemed like something had happened while I was away for a moment.
I cautiously asked the girl, who was looking at Ruin with cold eyes, what had happened.
I was quite curious about what he had done to make that proud bastard lose his temper. I knew Ruin was uncomfortable with the young lady, but I knew him to be a crazy bastard who wouldn't be easily discouraged. I was quite curious about what he had said to make him act like that.
"Why is he doing that?"
"I'm upset."
"What did you say that made him upset?"
"hmm..."
"hmm...?"
"I said you were ugly."
*
10 minutes ago.
Olivia was glaring at Ruin with cold eyes.
Because he ignored his own mansion.
I really didn't like it when someone who saw the mansion Ricardo had decorated with so much thought ignored it for the first time.
Olivia really didn't like the fact that he kept saying things like "the mouth is pierced" because it looked like dried seaweed.
I was already on edge because I hadn't eaten, but the guy who suddenly showed up and ignored the mansion really annoyed me.
"Why are you looking down on other people's houses? Are yours made of gold?"
"..."
"Why are you picking a fight? Are you rich?"
“Haa… Why do these guys keep bothering me…?”
"Answer me, you ugly bastard."
"Ha... This is really ridiculous."
"I'm even more dumbfounded."
Olivia was genuinely curious.
He was the one who started the fight, so she wondered why he was getting angry. Ricardo had always said it was better to be kind, so she was trying her best to avoid harsh language and speak kindly. So why was he picking a fight? Olivia was genuinely curious.
So I asked.
Are you crazy?
"But why are you speaking ill of me?"
"You're annoying me."
"Shouldn't I be the one being annoyed? It's disgusting to come to someone else's house and start swearing."
"..."
"Why can't you speak? Are you mute?"
Olivia asked Ruin with pure curiosity, implying that if there was no other reason, she would be extremely angry.
"I feel bad when you lose your temper because of something that looks like something."
"whatever."
"Um... speak nicely. I'm the only one in this mansion who can swear."
"It's fucking crazy. It's really fucking crazy."
Green let out a long sigh and spoke to Olivia.
"I find it annoying that you do this. It's so annoying to get angry when you're not good at anything... It's like x."
Olivia responded to Green's question as if it were a given. "You're saying I'm not good at anything? Without that, I'm no better than a corpse."
"I am pretty."
"Shit."
"Ricardo said she was pretty."
“That’s because his eyes are crooked….”
"Ricardo is not wrong."
The moment the rough green question reached Olivia's ears, she answered him in a cold voice.
"This is just a warning to you."
"..."
"I'll hold it in for three times. Ricardo said it's better to hold back your anger for three times."
"That damn Ricardo... Oh my, he's scary."
"Twice."
"..."
Green remained silent as the warnings piled up. He stared at Olivia, as if pondering what provocation to use to inflict damage.
Green, who had found the answer, said with a sinister smile.
"hey."
"huh."
"Honestly, it's true that it's childish. What's pink? Pink? Is this kindergarten?"
"I'm pretty. Much prettier than your hair color."
"I thought my head was a flower garden, but my mental state is also a flower garden."
Olivia didn't like the sight of Green, who was muttering to himself with his lips pursed, as if he was in a bad mood.
Provocations that continue to cross the line.
Even the tone of voice that touches the nerves.
I didn't like it from start to finish.
What makes me more angry is that Ricardo is ignoring the things he put so much effort into creating.
Olivia was starting to get a little angry.
"It's the third time."
"Third? What can you do?"
Olivia said with confidence.
"I can do anything."
"Shit."
Green hair.
Ugly face.
Academy uniform.
Olivia quickly thought about it and compared it to the person in her memory, and was able to conclude that he was a disciple of the Magic Tower.
The only flaw of the tower.
His disciple Ruin.
I didn't have any great memories of Ruin, but I did know a few weaknesses that could get on his nerves.
The personality is dirty.
I was defeated by myself in the past.
It was broken by Ricardo.
and.
To the extent that I have no friends.
Olivia's mind was spinning quickly when she was fighting.
One of Olivia's strengths was that memories she had usually forgotten would suddenly come back to her and she would have a dirty temper that would try to bite them in any way.
So Olivia asked again in a cold voice.
"You're a loner."
"...what?"
"Loner."
"Are you just calling me a loner? What the f*ck, this guy and that guy..."
"Why? Stabbed?"
Olivia asked Ruin with pure curiosity.
Because in his dim memories, the person he had named Ruin was just a random guy.
Although he had many friends, he didn't have many people who liked him, and I remember that there weren't many people who would like a guy who was so full of himself.
He didn't have any family background, and since the magician raised his disciple with a laissez-faire attitude, all he had was the ability to use magic a little well.
I remember my academy life as not being very good.
"Are you doing that because you got stabbed?"
"...It makes me feel dirty."
"It's not that it's dirty, it's just that it was like that from the beginning."
"..."
"Apologize. If you apologize, I'll let this go."
"I can't do it?"
"hmm..."
Olivia took a deep breath, caressing the wheelchair handle.
"I'll be angry if you don't apologize."
"Ugh. You?"
"huh."
"You can't even move your legs?"
Ruin provoked Olivia.
Then he let out a dismissive laugh and laughed at his past self who had been scared of such a woman.
I wonder why I'm afraid of a woman who can't move as she pleases and can't use magic.
Ruin looked down at Olivia with a bitter smile on his face, recalling their past ill-fated relationship.
"You... are a piece of shit who can't do anything."
"..."
“I can’t do anything without Ricardo….”
"This is the last one. You have to speak well."
"uh?"
"I'm not good at controlling my anger."
Ruin slowly reached out his finger to Olivia's forehead.
Olivia, who had once been so terrifying, now seemed so insignificant. The demon, possessing immense talent and once despised and ignored, now seemed insignificant.
Ruin tapped his forehead with his finger and tried to laugh. Then Olivia would know what he was talking about.
So, let's give it a try.
The moment he reached out and touched Olivia's forehead with a 'knock'.
-Saaaak....
Ruin felt an unknown killing intent.
A vicious murderous aura that seemed like it would tear apart his entire body began to slowly rise from the tips of Ruin's feet.
It was the first time.
I feel like my legs will give out at any moment.
A more distant and eerie feeling was taking over Ruin's entire body than when he had met the Archbishop of Despair in the Hamel Mountains.
'what...?'
Ruin looked at Olivia, who was sitting in front of him, his shoulders trembling with an unknown murderous intent.
Olivia, who felt no magic whatsoever, just kept her mouth shut and glared at herself.
"I'll say it again."
"Gulp..."
"I'm not good at controlling my anger."
and.
"I'm speaking nicely now."
I was scared.
Olivia, who was nothing, was so scary.
I don't know if it was the fear from his past defeat against her that was making him like this, or if it was his anger towards her that was making him fearful, but what was certain was that Ruin was now helpless.
A pitch-black, dark horror, like looking into an abyss.
Olivia was clearly a helpless, helpless being before my eyes, but strangely enough, whenever I looked at her, my heart kept pounding as if I was falling into an abyss.
-Haa...haa...
Ruin let out a ragged breath.
An alarm bell was ringing inside him: 'If you provoke her any longer, you will die.'
I denied that there was any reason to be afraid, but my trembling legs were denying everything.
And the moment Olivia's lips parted.
"porridge..."
"Why don't you go and stay here?"
Ricardo came to visit.
*
The boys' dormitory of the academy where it snows.
A small, gentle voice flowed out from the dark night. It was too delicate and soft to be a man's.
The student who was having a nightmare was clutching the blanket tightly, sweating profusely.
"No... Really not..."
"I... am part of that..."
"So... run away..."
The face of my friend, drawn in my deep nightmare, was painted black.
Always smile.
The face of the friend who had shared food with him with a happy smile was hidden in black.
-What? Why are you alone again?
-...I miss my mom.
-That's a difficult request to grant.
-Sniff... Mom... I miss you.
-Me too, Mom~!! Oh, that's right. I don't have a mom...
It was a childhood filled with bitter memories. The boy who had planted in me the dream of becoming a swordsman sat next to me, filled with hope, as he always had.
In the dream, the boy was holding a chocolate bar in his hand and smiling.
-Eat it yourself.
-Aren't you eating?
-Yeah. I don't really like chocolate.
-why?
-Um... because it's too sweet?
At that moment, a 'gurgling' sound was heard from the boy's stomach.
-Whew~
-...
-What are you doing? Aren't you eating?
The boy who was pretending not to know while trying to whistle was kindly opening the chocolate wrapper and smiling.
It was an unforgettable face.
The boy's smile.
The smile he loved the most, the one he longed to see again and again. That was when I first asked the boy.
-What's your name?
-me?
-huh.
-My name is...
As always, the dream ended with the story I most wanted to hear.