Chapter 186 – Always Dangerous Sister (02)

– The level of hatred has exceeded level 1 –

– Mutual no longer receives the ability to protect allies –

– The level of hatred has exceeded level 2 –

– No more hesitation when attacking you –

– The level of hatred has exceeded level 3 –

-When she deals with you, she receives 50% damage correction-

– The level of hatred has exceeded level 4 –

– Do you want the death of the person you hate more than any other condition… –

Hatred was seen rising with a loud warning sound.

Skip step 1 at once, then step 2, step 3, and step 4. And even with that, the flame did not stop and continued to burn.

‘This… Is dangerous…’

While I was shocked, Marian struck her own breast with the handle of her sword.

When I struck her hard enough to instantly spurt her her blood her from her her mouth her her her, I was startled and tried to reach out to her her, but she stopped at that moment the rising level of her burning hatred of her

“No, that can’t be true, Aren is already dead… “

The affection gauge, which had changed to hatred, froze to gray again, and the hatred no longer increased and returned to its original, empty affection gauge.

“Otherwise… My brother will abandon me…”

In Marianne’s eyes, a slowly fading flame of hatred illuminated my image and then subsided.

“There’s no way you would choose the daughter of a hateful duke, right?”

“Marian…?”

A horrifying sense of hatred.

The level of affection makes me feel comfortable and calm just by approaching her, but the level of hatred I also felt when Melissa harbored a bit of hatred in the past…

It was a feeling so dangerous that it was difficult for me to accept it.

That’s level 3, and considering the speed at which it increases, the hatred Marianne feels toward me is even greater.

“Don’t… Shake me anymore…”

Marian’s affection for her was something she was forcibly keeping sealed.

She was waging a guerrilla war against the Duke faction, thinking that Aren was dead and determined to avenge her, and it seemed like she could see it when she got the brunt of her hatred.

‘I take revenge thinking Aren is dead. But if she hadn’t died…’

If Aren had chosen Ophelia and escaped as rumored, she would have waged a guerrilla war inside the Duke’s territory to kill her, even if it meant burning everything she owned.

Not to create a royalist victory, but to confirm rumors.

And if I really betrayed you, to kill me.

“…”

My fingertips are numb.

My hands are shaking like this just from tasting her hatred for a moment, but I wonder …

“…Marian.”

“Stop.”

Marian interrupted me.

“Don’t call me with that ‘voice’.”

If I pretend not to be Aren here, Marian will let me go.

Either they will just attack the Davin Dukedom and suppress them, or they will deal with their leadership, and then they will reorganize their troops and attack the Duke faction again.

But here, what if I reveal that I am Aren?

At that moment, here I am, facing Marian, who is too strong for me to bear, and having to deal with her hatred.

‘Even if your hatred is at level 4… You think of nothing but killing me?’

If she hadn’t sealed the hate map by deciding that I was dead, she might have gone crazy right now.

“…”

Here, he could pretend to be fake for a moment and back out, or he could just say it was the order of the head of the family, Sir Andre, and back out.

Looking at Sir Andre’s sword, which was already tattered, if he struck it a few more times, the sword would break and be cut off one-sidedly.

‘But’

Leave it like this?

Leaving Marian in such a dangerous state?

What if you invade the Davin duchy, survive there, and succeed?

After that, do you want me to fight to the death in Duke Renellian’s territory, looking for traces of me, and ultimately watch you get killed by the duke or others?

If you miss it now, do you know when she will come back?

If you lived for comfort and comfort, you wouldn’t have suffered like this.

If I had no choice but to give up and avoid dangerous moments in the name of efficiency, I would have gone the academy route and just gathered the strength of my friends to kill Ofelia and finish it.

Because I didn’t want to do that, I was forcing myself to go through this damn third route!

“You already know it in your head, right?”

Marianne’s eyes were so strained that blood vessels burst, and before she knew it, she was shedding tears of blood.

“I… Am the person my sister was waiting for.”

“Don’t call me that… I… I don’t anymore…”

Marian’s affection was about to be released again.

The moment this is released, I will receive in her body the betrayal and hatred she has felt for the past two years.

‘It’s better than doing it in a place I don’t know’

I threw Sir Andre’s sword.

There is about 80 durability left, but the sword will break if you block it a few times against Marian.

The persuasion that I could do with the authority of Sir Andre’s sword was already over, and all that was left for me was to defeat Marian head-on.

“It’s me. It’s Aren, older sister.”

She could no longer deny the ‘voice’.

For a split second, her blue eyes her, her light up with surprise and look at me.

One by one, the affection that had been suppressed on purpose, thinking of me as a fake, begins to be released again.

‘Damn it… How on earth are we supposed to stop it?’

First of all, due to level 3 hatred, damage increases by 50% only for me. Normally, if you get hit, you die, but now even if you block, the damage comes through.

As soon as I swallowed my saliva once, her hatred level rose to the limit.

– The level of hatred has exceeded level 5 –

– Boiling hatred unlocks new abilities only when dealing with you –

In addition, just as true abilities that would normally be unimaginable, such as Melissa’s perpetual motion mechanism, were unlocked when the affection level reached level 5, Marian’s new abilities were unlocked the moment her hatred level rose to level 5.

– A red sword that divides blood ties –

-A sword created by a swordsman who reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship while burning his soul. It is a sword made to cut only one person in the world –

The sword of the famous family that Marian was holding begins to resonate.

SeeeeeING–!!

Along with a sharp sound as if metal was being ground, a red energy that had never been seen before was coming out of Marian’s sword.

‘Black energy? Or an Auror? I’ve never had technology like that before…’

In fact, the techniques used to the extreme by companion practitioners are different from common sense, and Melissa’s constitution also contains martial arts settings such as extreme syllable veins, so she will be able to use sword skills at least.

Of course, it would be different if I used it as 50% increased damage to myself rather than the enemy.

‘It’s decreasing’

While Marianne was using her abilities, her hatred was being absorbed by the flames that had spread beyond the gauge.

Just as affection naturally decreases over time, if you bury your hatred level, it will only continue to build up, but will fall over time.

Because no emotion in the world is permanent.

Above all, just as when the affection level reaches 5.0 and the released ability is used, the level quickly drops to 4, if the same system were applied to the hatred level as well.

When it burns like now, if you let it out all at once, you will be able to shake it off.

And then, obviously…

‘Of course, this is only if you survive this.’

Marian tried to swallow back her hatred of me by beating her breasts and deliberately closing her eyes, but her heart was already so consumed by her passion that it could not be undone.

‘I tried not to bring this up if possible’

Ji-profit!

Due to the fierce chase and battle, I scratched the floor with my bare feet, opened my [Shadow Pocket], And took out a wooden sword. Then, put the object you are holding into the [Shadow Pocket].

“I trust you.”

The fact that you will not die even if you collide with this wooden sword.

“…”

With eyes burning with hatred, Marian raised her sword.

And, the moment when she rushed at me like before and swung her sword.

‘I can do it’

No matter how powerful the weapon is, if it doesn’t hit you, it’s okay.

It’s not just the ability, it’s the outstanding skill. Even without the [Master of the Sword] Trait, this skill is engraved in my soul.

Just like Sir André did, I gently intercepted Marian’s red sword.

Geek!

Any other sword would have broken the moment it came into contact with the red sword that Marian wielded, but her wooden sword withstood the blow.

But on the contrary, Marian’s red sword was held up despite being touched by this wooden sword.

Marian immediately tried to aim at the other side of me by deflecting her sword with the elasticity of her wrist, and I tried to disarm her, but due to the difference in the perfection of her swordsmanship, all I could do was deflect Marian ‘s sword strikes her.

It’s a joke!!

An indestructible wooden sword that cannot be broken. And the red sword that cuts through Marian’s flesh and blood her, which has the power to completely crush me.

The two swords crossed above their heads, their bodies getting closer.

I had the upper hand in terms of weapons, and Marian’s red sword held up, but its contents, the sword of the famous family, began to crack little by little, but Marian’s hand held on comfortably, but my arm was flailing as if it would break at any moment.

That’s enough.

I felt pressure as if my whole body was going to break, my internal organs were in shambles and blood was boiling in my throat, but I was able to hold it in.

‘I’ll give it my all… Squeeze it…!’

Ji-profit!

Based on the shadows created by each other’s swords, they held on with their right arms and opened the [Shadow Pocket] That had formed on their chests with their left hands.

Crash.

And Marian saw a piece of iron being aimed at her own chest.

Ugh-!

Mana Cannon.

It is an item installed on the arm of Golem No. 2, and what I am holding now is a one-time weapon that can be charged with power directly by Melissa and bombed only once.

Of course, it is not something that can just be used. In that case, Melissa would have just used the Mana Cannon.

It was complicated for humans to use, and due to structural issues, there was no trigger or handle. Even aiming was impossible unless you had a unique aiming function like Golem No. 2.

‘But it is possible if you have the [Golem Maker] Trait.’

Aiming? It was right in front of us anyway.

As Marian was started and tried to back away, the Mana Cannon exploded in the distance, engulfing Marian and her body in a heat wave.

Kuwaaaaang–!!

Kwaziik!

The pain that felt like my body was being torn apart was the first thing that happened, followed by binge drinking.

I felt a ringing sound that hurt my ears, and I didn’t know if I had a concussion or if I had fainted because the damage was too great, but I forced myself to get up in that state.

‘No, since it was my self-destruction, no system damage would have occurred…!’

The wooden sword I had lost flew to a strange place and became stuck in the ground, creating a small crater, and the Mana Cannon was caught in a close-range explosion and was completely shattered, with only her parts rolling around.

The clothes were burned because they were not protective, but the important thing was Marian.

Cheeeeek…

Marian was hit head-on and all of her clothes, including her chest and lower abdomen, were burned, but she survived and did not die.

In that brief moment, he made an evasive maneuver with his sword and the damage was halved.

Of course, I was hit at such a close range that I fainted momentarily and ended up lying down.

‘Okay, now…’

Rattling.

I approached Marian, not with her wooden sword, but with Sir André’s sword, which I had put down.

If she jumped up and fought right now, it would be difficult to withstand, but she had already burned up a significant amount of hatred and her hatred level had fallen below level 4.

‘Is it fortunate that the hatred level did not increase after hitting like this, or is the hatred of the red sword that divides flesh and blood so costly…’

When I approached Marian, who had already lost her will to fight, she was just lying down and looking up at the sky without even thinking about taking the sword of the Highborne that had been broken by the Mana Cannon.

“Why…Why not me?”

Marian began to ask with tears in her eyes.

“I am…”

“Even if you’re not by my side, like when we were together… Why did you go there, not somewhere I can see you at any time?”

It seemed like she didn’t think she would be the only one chosen.

Even when we all camped together to catch the ogre, Marian was jealous, but she eventually forgave me.

But it seemed like she couldn’t bear to disappear completely from herself, at least even if she was with another woman.

“I couldn’t help it.”

“That’s what I’ll say.”

Her hatred level was rising again, but because she let go of her hands as if she had lost all will to live, it did not reach level 4, where she lost her senses and rushed to kill.

No, rather, the hatred was slowly fading away, but as we talked little by little, did affection for me grow and offset the hatred?

‘Even though I have a body that doesn’t fit my [Southeast Love] Tendency…’

Of course, that tendency is not absolute.

“I didn’t abandon my sister.”

She stretched out her hand towards the fallen Marian.

“I just stepped back for a moment so as not to leave anyone behind this time.”

She had no intention of abandoning anyone, not even Marian.

I may not be able to save everyone because I don’t have enough strength and the situation is not right.

But at least, even though I could do it, I didn’t want to give up before trying it because I thought ‘it’s convenient’ or ‘it’s safe’.

Because I planned to work hard until I die and do as much as I can.

No matter who it is.

“You… Came back again, right?”

“Yes, sister.”

As she lays down with her head next to the fallen Marian, her remaining hatred disappears as if melting away.

And, although it was a little bit, the love for pink began to build up again.

It fit my personality well like before, so it didn’t fill up so quickly that it was a bug.

‘You just have to fill it up little by little’

“…Oh shit. Now that I think about it, I should bring swordsmen from a famous family.”

Now was not the time to rest.