Chapter 142 – Small Changes (4)

“When revenge is over, what do we do next?”

Mobius’ question twisted Wolf’s face. The rumor that had spread Sinab among the people of the mansion reached Mobius before he knew it.

‘Fabian and Wolf quarreled with their voices raised.’

Mobius knew what the two were fighting about without having to listen to Wolf’s explanation. Therefore, she set aside her studies and came to the hero’s house, and was able to sit on a chair and gaze at Wolf in a calm manner.

Said Wolf.

“When your revenge is over, you have to work hard to protect what’s left. We must try not to lose anything more.”

“Do you think fighting endlessly is the answer? Do you think there is no other way?”

Wolf looked at Mobius. Mobius did not come alone. A leash was held in his hand, and a person was tied to the leash. He let out his drool, blinked his eyes, opened his mouth, and shouted.

“Blue bird!”

“Is that what you’re researching this time?”

At Wolf’s question, Mobius stroked the slave’s head. The slave trembled and grunted as Morbius stroked his head. Morbius looked down at him with emotionless eyes.

“It is a failure. However, it’s an important sample that tells me that my research has been successful. No. 8. How old are you?”

“Hey, I’m seven years old!”

No. 8 answered Mobius’ question in amazement. Like a child startled by lightning, his quick posture startled even Wolf. Mobius stroked the head of the man called No. 8 again and said.

“I managed to restore the memory of a 25-year-old slave to the age of 7. Now, with a little more research, it might be possible to erase only certain memories. That’s very positive news. Isn’t it? You can forget the painful memories and focus on your new research.”

Mobius stroked the man’s head with a happy face. Number 8, who had been treated like a beast since childhood, moved his head or cowered as Morbius moved his hand. Wolf frowned as if he were looking at an abused puppy.

Mobius said.

“Wolf. With your vengeance done, it’s time to break free from hatred. Quit it. Clinging to the past eats people up. The story of your family forgot a huge budget is ringing in my ears. How far are you going to go in the name of protecting your family?”

Wolf stared at Morbius. Fabian and Mobius were criticizing Wolf as if they had promised. He was telling Wolf to abandon his family. It was incomprehensible to Wolf.

Why do people who have always supported him speak in this way? They were people who had sworn to take revenge together. They were equally tormented by old memories. Fabian might not know, but Mobius could never speak like this.

“It’s not because of me that the research is going on. You’re spending a lot of the Magic Tower’s research budget.”

Mobius couldn’t refute Wolf’s words. Because he, too, was just someone who wanted to get away from the past. Morbius faced his granddaughter’s necklace again. Her granddaughter, who was smiling brightly, was the child she often said that one day she would become a great wizard.

Said Wolf.

“You can’t get out of the past either. Why are you asking me to get out?”

Mobius didn’t know how to respond to that. After the death of his granddaughter, it was a life he only dreamed of getting revenge on. After completing his revenge, his painful memories continued to haunt him. Mobius was someone who understood Wolf better than anyone else.

“…Because you are young. Because you are young and have the power to lead the world.”

Mobius said so. Wolf didn’t understand Mobius’ words. Morbius continued his words.

“Those who turned the world upside down have the responsibility to lead it right. We have too much power. I can’t get over the past, but you have to. It may sound absurd, but you must escape revenge and hatred. Aren’t you a warrior?”

Wolf shook his head. He was always a warrior. Even when he received the revelation to catch the demon king, even when he defeated the demon king, even when he stood in the center of power. The moment Morbius brought up the story of the hero, Wolf threw a question that crossed his mind.

“Did you hear the rumor about the hero riding the white horse?”

Wolf was also aware of the rumors circulating in the streets. A warrior riding a white horse with dozens of legs. At Wolf’s question, Morbius nodded his head.

“It is a rumor. A white horse with dozens of legs? It’s an absurd rumor. It means that someone doesn’t like that you’re there as a warrior. The fact that rumors like this spread in itself means that you should act more clearly as a hero.”

The nagging continued again. Wolf hated the word “Qualification of a hero”. He didn’t like the story of the most unqualified defeating the demon king either. Even though he came with the head of the demon king, he made people laugh until he started his reign of terror.

Wolf knew that if he continued on this subject, he would eventually end up fighting Morbius as well.

“…Tell me later. Because my head hurts.”

After a moment of silence, Morbius nodded and disappeared. As the slave was being dragged along by Morbius, Wolf looked up at the ceiling and thought. Lately, he was annoyed at the title of warrior attached to his name. If you defeat the demon king, aren’t you a hero?

Why do people keep repeating to themselves the qualifications of a warrior?

Are you saying you have to do something like a warrior?

Are you saying you have to live a new life?

He was a warrior

He was a real hero that even the Demon King acknowledged.

Isn’t it? The goddess he met in his dream gave him strength, and the demon king recognized him as well.

[Okay! You are a true warrior! Haha! Warrior! Okay! Take my neck!]

But why, the demon lord’s dying words became unpleasant echoes and circled in his head, he did not know.

******

In front of the mansion’s door, we gulped as we met each other’s eyes. It was because I really felt like I was back home. I had said it would take a long time in the north, but it took longer than we thought. Isabel must be worried, but I couldn’t figure out which face to enter.

“Wouldn’t it be better to go in pretending nothing happened? Surprisingly, you might not have worried too much.”

At my suggestion, Alice shook her head and glared at me.

“How worried is my mother? Will she be upset if Dad pretends nothing is wrong? A woman’s heart is delicate. As soon as she walks in, she says passionately that she missed her, then sticks her tongue in and kisses her.”

Lorena was taken aback by her Alice’s remark, and her face blushed. I liked Alice’s stimulating suggestion. Didn’t they say that the more you express love, the better? There was nothing better than expressing my hot love with my body.

“It’s just fine. If you take her to the living room and have sex with her on the spot, your worries will melt away.”

“And, if you give me these flowers and perfume, he will be happy.”

The flowers Lorena offered were bought from a flower shop in the town square. The perfume was a high-quality product carefully selected and bought from the big city on the way. I nodded confidently, and Alice and Lorena clenched their fists and energized me.

“Ah, it’s kind of scary…”

I joked as I grabbed the doorknob. Alice and Lorena took a step back, as if not interfering with Isabel’s reunion. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Who… ! Oh.”

Just then, Isabel was there. She was formally dressed, and when I entered her eyes widened in surprise. Her hands slowly brought to her mouth, and her chest thumped. I placed the bouquet and perfume in her arms and put my hand on her back. He kissed her tongue before closing his mouth in surprise, and with the other hand he massaged her ass.

“Hmm… ! Huh… ! Suck… !”

In spite of her sudden kiss, Isabel gave me a hug with her deep voice. How many minutes had she kissed? She felt her scent linger in her body, and my hand tried to lift up the hem of her skirt.

“Oh, no… ! Evan… ! It’s been a while since I’ve come and I’m happy too… ! Not now… !”

Isabelle shook her head and gently pushed her hand away from me. Her flushed face and excited breathing wanted me, but she was pushing me away with her superhuman patience.

I was a bit perplexed and asked her.

“What’s the matter? Huh?”

Isabelle said, pointing to her side.

“… Shi, I’m here for a newspaper interview.”

I turned her head at those words. A reporter holding a large camera greeted me with an awkward smile.

“I am passionate. Heh heh heh… !”

That camera is so big, why didn’t I see it?

*****

“Ah, so. Our vineyard was selected as the farm of the month, so you came to interview Isabel, the owner.”

I had to sit next to Isabel in her street clothes. Elena brought me a chair for me to sit on, and Sophia skillfully straightened my hair and clothes like a professional. The reporter explained to me in a nonchalant tone, as if he had completely forgotten what had just happened.

“Yes. We spend time visiting many farms, interviewing and taking pictures. That’s why we’re here to interview Mrs. Isabel Plancia, the entrepreneur who took control of the plantations around this town and reborn them as the Plantation Plantation.”

“Oh, I see.”

The purpose of the interview was good. Since we took over and operated all the farms in a short period of time, it deserved to be a hot topic in this industry. The reporter showed the camera and continued explaining.

“So, the interview just ended, and now I was going to take a picture of Mrs. Isabel, but just like this, her husband came too, so would you like to take a picture with me? It doubles as a commemorative photo.”

Isabel was holding her arm tight inside her, her eyes twinkling. Come to think of it, she didn’t have any photos of her and me alone. I looked at her and gave her a laugh, then asked her reporter.

“Where is this newspaper going?”

“It is a newspaper distributed throughout the East Coast. Oh, may I cover your face?”

“No. Our Isabelle wants to film like this, so we can just film it.”

I said that and posed with Isabel.

Could there be something special?

I took a picture once.