Chapter 46 - The Circumstances of a Trivial Villain (8)
I Quit Being The Male Lead’s Rival
The Circumstances of a Trivial Villain (8)
In the original work, Ian and Cessianne went to Room 2. As a result, nothing was achieved in capturing Morriett and Carlon.
Of course, during that time, their love also sprouted.
And after the two got a little closer, they were found to have knocked down a manager, and a battle broke out.
Ian knocked down all those managers alone, and Robert called in a passing guard to arrest the people in the scene.
In the end, thanks to Ianâs tremendous ability, this place was destroyed.
Of course, the original work has already been over for a long time.
âFirst of all, weâre here without Cessianneâ¦
Therefore, I had to devise a strategy that was reasonable.
âWhatâs your strategy?â
Ian asked as we headed to room 3.
I whispered softly.
âLetâs hide until Morriett comes in.â
âAnd?â
âAnd then I follow him, put up my sword to him from behind, and threaten him.â
â⦠What?â
âThe end.â
âThe managers will rush in the middle.â
âThatâs enough to win. You can knock them down quickly before they use the black magic.â
I was confident that I would win all by myself, but if Ian was there, there might be a little difficulty.
However, once the black magic went out, it would chase you from behind, so you had to defeat it as soon as you saw it.
It was a must-win method obtained from one battle.
I spoke seriously
âIf you donât use your body well, your head will suffer⦠We should be fine, so our heads can work less.â
Ian seemed a little disappointed, but he could not refute it.
We entered room 3 together and stayed there for a while.
Room 3 wasâ¦
âThese are the people selected by the Master himself. Everyone has a good appearance, right?â
An official who was receiving the admission fee kindly informed me. The Master seemed to mean Morriett, the owner of this auction house.
Ian and I sat in a carefully prepared seat. There was some time left before the full-fledged transaction began.
In front, there were men standing so handsomely that they could make someoneâs eyes pop out of awe.
It was obvious that they had already been encroached by black magic and had no conscious awareness.
âThey do have an excellent appearance. Thereâs only handsomelooking guys here.â
Ian smirked when I sat down and muttered.
âIs that why youâre amazed?ââ.
âNo.â
I answered seriously.
âIâm not that impressed because most men are handsome.â
âWhat do you mean by most?â
âIâm just saying that all the guys passing by on the street are okay.â
âWhat?â
Ian asked as if he were dumbfounded.
âAre you saying that any man is handsome?â
âYes. Unless someone is madly handsome, theyâre all the same. Iâm satisfied with everything.â
Ianâs lower jaw became stiff as if he were displeased.
So far, he had been told that he was handsome so often that he seemed to have been shocked by my way of thinking.
âThen youâre saying that looks donât really matter when you look at a man?â
Ian seemed to have gotten a little intense unexpectedly, so I answered with sincerity.
âI donât care. Anything else is more important than that.â
Come to think of it, I had been visiting him every day since I first met him when I was 14, but it was the first time we talked properly.
If it wasnât for this extreme situation, it couldâve never happened.
âThen whatâs important?â
Ian asked and I was deep in thought. I slowly opened my mouth.
âIâm the one who ran out before I properly greeted my real family after 22 years.â
âThatâsâ¦â
âAnd as soon as I met Aaron, I talked about inheritance rights. I was sorry for unexpectedly having someone to share that with me.â
â⦠What?â
âYouâre amazed, arenât you?â
I laughed in vain and continued to talk sadly.
âSo⦠Growing up in the hands of bad people, itâs a bit unusual. My strange way of thinking pops out.â
As I talked, I felt like I was organizing my own thoughts rather than telling Ian.
âSo, itâs that sad?â
Ian asked and I nodded slightly.
âWell, itâs not good, is it? Of course, I shouldnât have thought of something like that back then.â
He sighed deeply and made an expression of thinking for a moment.
And he suddenly asked.
âDo you want to hit me?â (+l/n: Ianâ¦)
âWhat?â
âThatâs the only way I can think of to make you feel better. You like hitting me.â
âYou didnâtâ¦â
âIâll get hit.â
I shook my head and declared myself a new person.
âUntil now, I didnât have any desire in life except to win over you⦠Now, I want to do well with my new family.â
My voice, which was heavily submerged, continued calmly.
âIf I ever have a family, I donât want them to grow up like me.â
Perhaps I couldnât even say this to my parents.
Because I thought they would be heartbroken.
But I didnât even have a friend, so ironically, I confessed to Ian, who was the worst person in the world to talk about these kinds of things.
âSo I want to meet someone who has common sense, and is right and just.â
Perhaps earlier, when I saw Ian, I felt a strange sense of relief, and it was clear that an inner intimacy had arisen.
Everything had changed, but my relationship with Ian did not seem to have changed.
Perhaps that was why my sincerity kept pouring out.
âI want to live normally, but Iâve never lived like that.â
âSo, my ideal type is a person who doesnât have any strange actions and thoughts.â
I continued to laugh at him.
âFor example, a guy like you?â (pr/n: Iâm screaming??)
âCough!â
Everyone around him looked at how loud Ian coughed.
I added hurriedly as I saw him even taking out a handkerchief and wiping his mouth.
âDo you hate it that much? I didnât mean you either, I just meant someone like you, so donât worry.â
âNo, thatâsâ¦â
âWhat I value highly in you is that you have common sense.â
I quickly continued in case he stormed out of his seat.
âI like good people, I hate bad people, and I like the fact that you hate someone like me!â
âFrom your point of view, if youâre involved with me like that, thatâs really weird and informal. Thatâs what I hate the most! So donât worry!â
I was amazed at Ian, who even said thank you to me after tormenting him so much, and he said it as if I gave him a present.
âAnd Iâll abstain from the last swordsmanship competition if you want. I know itâs been an obstacle to your life.â
Surprisingly, Ian poured out words as he was hyper at my soft words.
âWhat does that mean, Annabelle?â
âWhat?â
I was dumbfounded because he suddenly seemed to be choked up. He even poured out his words like a waterfall.
âWhy? Didnât you say that competition was your life? You said you wouldnât give up until you beat me unconditionally. You really donât need anything from me in your life anymore?â
When he said, âyou donât need meâ, his eyes were really full of resentment. (pr/n: hyperventilating)
âOr is it because Iâve been ignoring you so much all this time? You told my mother not to trust you? Of course Iâm wrongâ¦â
âYou were rather generous with me, but what else did you do wrong?â
I quickly waved my hand and began to deny it.
âI am just trying to find a normal life now. Not only swords, but also a happy marriage somedayâ¦â
It wasnât until I uttered my excuses that I realized that I had answered something wrong. It was because his expression became more obscure.
âYou canât give up. No way. You donât have to.â
Ian said firmly, and I replied awkwardly.
âWell, if youâ¦â
That was then. Suddenly, a man and two managers came in from the door opposite to where we came in.
Seeing all the officials greeting him, it was Morriett.
âHow are you all doing?â
âToday is a good day, there are a lot of customers.â
I looked around and the seats were already full.
Morriett also wore a mask, so it was difficult to recognize his appearance, but he seemed to be a pretty sturdy man.
He went directly to the stage after scanning the people.
âWe sincerely welcome all of you.â
Ian glanced at me. It was a signal asking if we should contact the others using magic items.
I quietly shook my head. To be honest, even with the rest of them, it wouldnât help much in terms of power.
If Robert was taken hostage, it would only make things worse.
It was better to just deal with them and finish it.
âI am the representative of this black market, Morriett H. Greetings to our customers.â
I narrowed my eyes and looked at him.
âHe looks aesthetically pretty:
If you looked closely at his mask, the subtle shape of his features was revealed.
There was no way that he was unaware of it, and it seemed that he purposely cut the mask at the angle he was most confident in.
The people sitting in the seats began to gossip.
âWow, he seems handsome.â
âI think he would look really handsome if he took off his mask.â
Morriett greeted with a perfect smile.
âThank you for your encouragement. I hope you have a good night.â
It wasnât necessary, but he came to the stage and said it like thatâ¦
At that moment, I muttered the thoughts in my head.
âHeâs a crazy guy who talks to himself in the mirror every day, but he doesnât touch kids who are less handsome than him.â
âThe evil things from the other world are called the âorigin of black magic,â and if you destroy it, all the derived black magic will be released. But since they are ordinary objects or plants and animals, we cannot recognize them anyway.â
I thought I knew the end of all this.