Chapter 201 – How to Get Stronger #04

After hearing Artine’s words, Violet couldn’t bear to say anything.

‘I…I don’t know this much about Artin yet…’

As for the emotion in Artin’s voice his, he did n’t feel any resentment for blaming them or anger for putting himself in this situation.

It was simple sadness. Artine’s sorrow for the lovers he couldn’t protect.

A person who has already regretted and regretted several times, deceived himself and suppressed the sadness.

‘This kind of sadness, Artin has always endured alone…’

He thought he knew the truth. When memories of the past episodes came to mind, it was Violet herself who wandered the longest because she couldn’t stop Artine from dying in the third episode.

He thought that he had to die with Artin, had to see Artin die, and shared a deep understanding of the feelings Artin felt while waiting for Artin to return.

──That was too much arrogance.

‘It’s funny, to think you’ve fully understood Artin that much.’

It is said that he has recovered his memories of him, but in fact, he has not recovered all his memories of him.

Only the memories with Artin remain vividly, and they live and breathe like memories in their memories. Can they be called completely the same person with different experiences, actions, and choices every time?

Rather, the expression inherited would be more appropriate.
Their memories are with her, but Violet herself is clearly different from them.

…But what about Artin?

All those memories are linked together. Death, which everyone fears, is regarded as a fleeting moment, and you have to wake up again and repeat the same thing from the beginning.

If this is the case, someone might consider Artin’s experience a blessing. However, what if the people you were close to and the people you loved become different people?

Violet was Artin’s good friend in the second playthrough. She was a woman who fell in love with Artin in the 3rd round, and she became a supporter who enthusiastically supported Artin in the 4th round.

──Were all those Violets really the same person to Artin?

The moment she reached that point, Violet realized one of the deepest fears Artine must have felt.

‘..Ahhh. I found out, why, why is Artin pursuing a different life each time…!’

In the first playthrough, Artin was a fugitive.
In the second round, Artin wanted to become a hero’s ally.
In the 3rd round, Artin pretended to be a sage helping the fellow warriors.
After carrying the burden alone, Artin in the 4th round decided to become a hero himself.

Everyone has a completely different life, and of course the reactions and evaluations of the people around them are bound to be mixed. Yes, that is very natural.

…But what if Artin pursues the same thing?

What if we reacted differently, taking the same purpose, the same action, the same process, this time trying to choose the best answer instead of the wrong answer?

Artin could not confirm. If so, if he really does, Artin, he’s going to make the other people he’s trying to save die every time.

And he won’t be able to save them again, no matter how much he adds regression upon return. The people that Artin will face every time will be different from the ones who have already died.

“Ah..!! Ahhh!!! Aaaaa!!!”

Grief flowed from the witch’s mouth. It felt like chills wrapped around my body and nausea would come out of the hellish life that my beloved lover would have gone through, and again and again.

“Violet, calm down.”
“… Ah, Artin. I… I don’t know anything… “
“It’s okay. It’s enough for me to have you guys by my side right now.”

It was Artin’s warmth that stopped Violet’s grief her.
When he raised his head, Artin was smiling at him with love and affection as usual.

“Of course you’re too greedy, though none of you guys may look like idiots who haven’t given up. Still, I’m fine because you guys are here.”
“Artin…”
“Thank you for reminding me.”

Wow, as Artin’s body his embraced Violet, he could feel his well-formed body her through his clothes her.

This was proof that Artin was n’t just getting stronger with strength, but that he was training his body his to match his strength his.

Normally, she would have felt a sense of security in that dependable body, but now Violet couldn’t be genuinely happy.

It’s 2 months. It has been only two months since Artin started his life.
And what about Artin when the semester just started? It was a body that could barely hold a sword, and compared to now, it was a bony and thin body.

‘I…Really stupid and stupid, to think that I could reassure Artin with just that much effort…’

He doesn’t think his efforts his were in vain. However, compared to Artin’s efforts his, it’s like an immature remark.

“Huh, huh… Artin…”
“…It’s okay, I didn’t mean to make this sound, but I’m sorry.”
“Huh..! Aaaaa…”

Violet hated herself so much. Isn’t it too funny to say that he has deeply understood and supported Artin so far?

Do you allow me to take Olga into the harem? To Violet, Olga was just a rival, but to Artin, it must have been the hope that kept him going through this crazy hell.

Are you greedy and can’t give up? It’s just a nice hull to hear. Artine cannot be abandoned.

He has the only people who can support his heart his, and he can’t let go of the people he can save. Even that Cayenne.

It was stupid. He would rather have trusted her silently like Agnes, instead of acting like an understanding person.

He hated himself so much for being such an idiot that Violet had no choice but to let go of him and cry.

“Al’Miraz, don’t you find this kind of talk awkward? It just made the atmosphere dark.”
“Oh, no, Master… “

As a member of the harem, Al’Miraj had also heard an explanation about Artin’s return to his.

However, since Al’Miraj fundamentally had no memories of the time before the return, neither Violet’s feelings nor Artin’s feelings could be properly understood.

… But one thing, in Violet’s dream her, it felt like the words Artin had said to her were engraved in his heart her again.

– “Don’t be discouraged, Al’ Miraz, if you don’t give up, it’s okay to fall. Everyone has a chance to get up again if they fall.”

Those words could not have been simply to appease Al’Miraj himself.

You don’t have to give up. He held those words to himself like an obsession and repeated countless hells.

“Huh! Aaaaa…!”
“It’s okay. It’s okay, Violet.”
‘…Somehow I feel like a villain. Mephisto.’

Seeing this sad scene that stemmed from his promise to sign a contract with Mephisto, Al’Miraj couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Especially since he knows Mephisto’s feelings for Artin.

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“Hmm, from now on, it won’t be easy… I’m worried about Artin.”
“…For what you’re worried about, you seem very comfortable. You?”
“Ahaha! I can’t help it for Artin’s sake~♡”
“Really… The words are smooth…”

At the same time, Artin’s room became one of the most sacred spaces in the world.

It was because the angel who had descended into the Human World and the saintess, the incarnation of the goddess, were having a conversation.

Of course, I wonder what the saintess would look like if she saw an angel and bit her teeth.

“It’s not just words, I’m really worried about Artin? Because I like Artin very much.”
“…You? Artin?”
“Then! Did you say I’ve always been Artin’s guardian angel.”
“The stupid concept of a guardian angel, even if a witch or a princess can hide it, doesn’t work for me. Sardiel.”

The words that came out of Olga’s mouth were hardly words that would come out of a saintess’ mouth. No, how many people in this world can deny the words of angels in the first place?

“The Goddess, that proud goddess, is like an idiot who always gives me only floating noises. Besides, I swear to Dr. Thomas the Angel, I’ve never actually seen an idiot like a guardian angel.”
“…Certainly you did a good job letting the other kids go. What kind of expression would everyone make if they knew that the saintess was the one who said that?”
“You will find out at least a little the identity of the goddess who deceived people.”
“Or, do you know the true face of a saintess with needles still in her wrist?”

Startled, Olga stepped back behind her, glaring at her wary eyes her, and Sardiel, who had been lying comfortably on her bed her, purred slowly to her feet her.

“Do not be afraid, it is the voice of the goddess. I really am the one who came down to protect you, so there is no lies or wrong feelings in these words.”
“…Even the devil always tells you to believe in yourself. You’re more likely a fallen angel than a real angel, so I don’t think we have any reason to believe you?”

Sardiel burst into laughter at the saintess’ fierce gaze her.

Her saintly eyes of her, which she had always looked at only through her status window, were quite creepy in reality.

But, who is Sardiel? He was also the most courageous angel who played pranks on Michael, the head of the Archangel, without hesitation, and endured his angry eyes.

Sardiel, who had a face that didn’t express himself and had a rather calm smile, spoke small but powerful and clear words.

“You have to believe, if that’s the way to save Artin, then of course you have to believe even if he says it’s not an angel, but the great devil of hell.”
“…”
“Soon the hardships will come, wicked and malicious hardships that even the stalwart Artyn will not be able to endure.”
“You are?”
“What could it be but Sardiel, a very kind and kind angel who came to prophesy such hardships and provide strength?”

Sardiel laughed mischievously, but the saintess was staring into Sardiel’s eyes her, who couldn’t sense her laughter at all.

“…Then what can we do?”
“As usual, as always, I have to be by Artin’s side and care for Artin with love. It would be even better with those big breasts.”
“Ha, no kidding!”
“I mean everything is true, Olga Virtus. Especially if it’s about Artin.”

Sardiel continued to laugh. It wasn’t because I was happy.

It was because it was very funny to actually experience the frustration of a seer, which only appeared in comic books in the heavens.

‘It must have been really hard for Artin too, it’s such a hard thing for him to naturally tell what he knows.’

What can I do, the one who was fascinated by such Artine and began to sincerely care for humans was himself.

‘I wish I could be the roof for Artin in a typhoon that can’t be compared to before.’

Sardiel sighed and looked at Olga, who was rolling his head trying to understand his intentions her right in front of his eyes her.

‘First of all, let’s take care of this child a bit more.’

──The age of darkness was approaching.

Those who knew that era naturally began to prepare to avoid the storm, but—

Time was not always on their side. Even to the regressor Artin.

“Stop catching floating clouds. If you don’t answer properly, I’ll cut all of your snacks and entertainment expenses.”
“…Really?”
“Do I have to tell you that the princess is trying to get you?”