Chapter 206 – How Not to Be a Pillar Seobang #03

I jumped off Sardiel’s chest and returned to my normal size, then checked his body.
This is because miniaturization magic has low proficiency or if you make a mistake, the bones may be dislocated when returning.

“Um, no problem. After all, the original form is the best.”
“I think you’d be a little upset if I said that after putting on such a happy expression just a moment ago?”
“What if I have selfishness and then fall?”
“Whoa, if it gets corrupted, the male lion, Artin, will be responsible, so what are you worried about?”
“Ah.”

Looking at Sardiel’s attitude his, smirking at any attack, I don’t think I can beat that angel in a verbal fight.

I brought up the subject of corruption on purpose to see a slightly embarrassed face, but I never thought I would be counterattacked like this.

‘No, more than that, I heard that he was talking about a male lion… ? Really?’

It was harder not to panic.

Although he always called himself a male lion and gained confidence, it was actually close to self-brainwashing to take charge of the harem.

A dark history that is difficult to speak out. The bullshit he should always be thinking about… Who heard that?

“Sardiel.”
“Yes? Why? Can I ask you something?”
“Will you kill me painlessly right here?”
“What?! Why?!”

He wanted to die It’s more embarrassing than when Violet and the housemaster found out the scene where he was given a goddaughter by Xiao Mei after his first return to his..

“Hey, Sardiel.”
“Oh, why? You say you want to die suddenly, is it because I teased you too much? Sorry. I’ll hold back a bit…”
“Have you ever seen me being caught and being sexually abused by Xiao Mei?”
“…”

At that moment, Sardiel silently avoided my gaze. For a moment, I felt the sweet temptation that it would be okay to move on to the next episode with sincerity.

“Whoa…Secret…Will you keep it a secret? Besides Xiao Mei, my embarrassing stories or dark histories?”
“Oh, of course! Even if I joke around, I don’t cross the line well? Believe me!”
“It’s not absolute, but it’s not reliable at the point of not going over well.”
“By the way, didn’t you meet Violet and ask for help? But why did you have to come out of the dormitory?”
“Now you’re talking openly. Are you really going to keep it a secret?”

Seeing Sardiel not answering clearly, I let out a sigh. However, at the same time, it is true that internal intimacy builds up.

Even if you see me trying to soothe you somehow because I’m depressed, how can you doubt that I’m your enemy? It must be obvious that he is hiding his identity his for some reason.

‘Yes, it’s not once or twice that I’ve had a dark history, and I can’t be depressed over trivial things like this.’

After finishing the melancholy mode, I came to my senses and began to explain my plan to Sardiel.

“I’m not going to ask Violet. Even for Violet.”
“For Violet?”
“Think about it. No matter how well I try to convince her, how will Violet feel if she sees me goofing around in exchange for a contract?”
“Ah..!! Exactly.”

Violet is a very tender child. But at the same time, they are also mature lovers with a lot of responsibility.

For Violet to inform her lovers of my conversation, it must be said that she felt a great sense of responsibility that she could not bear.

‘It’s nice to see Violet regaining her confidence these days, but she can’t just add to her burden her.’

Isn’t Violet endlessly blaming herself for not being able to prevent me from being burned at the stake at the beginning of this episode? I hope Violet just smiles brightly rather than being depressed.

‘I don’t mind working hard for that.’
“So what? Are you trying to summon Mephisto yourself?”
“No, there is one other person besides Violet, right? A priest who can bring Mephisto and me face-to-face.”
“… Al’ Miraj? That Yellow Rabbit Devil? The kid who yelled at you for being a pervert?”
“No, it’s all right, but can you please refine your expression?”
“Heh, there’s no way an angel would like a devil, right? Artin is also true.”

At those words, I stared at Sardiel. Surely you didn’t enjoy the food Shirka and Al’Miraz made for you a few days ago?

“You’re going to eat that! There is no sin in beggar food that demons and demons hate!”
“No, are you really mind reading?”

Anyway, I was thinking of asking Al’Miraj to arrange a contract with Mephisto.
The other time, when Violet was crying in my arms, Al’Miraj, who had a troubled expression on his face his, looked very troubled. He could not belittle his own lord.

“After tracing the location of the artifact, Al’Miraj is in the cafe side of the academy, right? So he asked me to come out.”
“Are you doing location tracking? It’s a bit shady, boy…”
“…When making earrings, it’s a function that was installed with mutual consent, so don’t worry about it and just start.”
“I want to play more, but I said I would cut it down, so I can’t help it.”

I walked out of the garden leaving Sardiel with a genuinely regretful expression behind me.

“…What. Why are those humans over there?”
“Why? What else is going on?”

The problem was that on the way to the cafe, there were faces that were too familiar and therefore more annoying.

“Your father and sister?”
“Don’t call me by that title! It makes me feel bad… I saw a face I hate to see more than the corps commander.”

I couldn’t hold back the disgust boiling inside me and glared at the two with my expression on my face. No, to be precise, I was glancing at the man.

‘Baron Ludwig, no, Gilbert Ludwig…And Murice.’

To be honest, I’ve never hated someone so much that I wished they were dead.
No, there is only one person, like Seunghu, who ate my money and went abroad. I erased it from my head for the sake of my mental health, but I never thought about it for the rest of my life.

Perhaps it was a natural defense mechanism. There were too many enemies in my life to hate every single person who hated me, made me hard, hated me or hated me. I couldn’t live with hatred and jealousy for the rest of my life, so I had to be philosophical.

But Gilbert Ludwig was different. If I were to name just one person in my life that I disliked more than a military senior or a bastard, I would confidently pick Gilbert, not Rexton.

“..But even though he’s a father, trying to live like that… “
“That bastard is not the father. Both for me and for the real Artin.”

In the first playthrough, I, who almost drifted into this world, fled to the Ludwig family.
It’s a natural decision. With the body of a pitiful Artine who has lived almost confined to a room, and who has never killed an elk, let alone a person, how can I fight and roll over against demons?

What he even had was crude magic talent, but even that was a piece of cake for me, who didn’t even know how to handle mana, let alone magic.
Fortunately, thanks to Xiaomei, who thought my condition had become more serious, and the originally kind teacher Xenia, I was able to safely return to my family after going through the academy expulsion procedure.

‘First of all, let’s protect my body by breaking the quest in the family. I decided to go help Cayenne when I got some cheating ability later.’

At the same time, I also had small expectations. To me, who always lived as someone’s stranger, Xiaomei and Zorba sincerely regarded them as friends and kept them by their side.

Then what about the Ludwig family? Wouldn’t it be the first time in my life that I could feel that I was a family? To be honest, I had high expectations.

Although everything was destroyed.

“Considering what that bastard did to me, even if I killed him with a mace on the head, it would be considered a cider… “
“You kill me?! Anyway, that’s not okay!”
“I know, just thinking about it.”

I remember clearly. The voice of Gilbert, who called me back from the academy, calling me a rice bug, useless trash, a worm, and a guy worse than a goblin.

He even told me that I was the child who killed his mother and that I should leave him at the church’s orphanage. Actually, I am a real orphan.

I was greedy for such a subject, so when I forcibly attacked Xiao-Mei and threatened her to get engaged, I worried a lot about whether or not I would really kill her and run away her.

How happy he was to hear the news that he had died after serving in the Wise family to fight the demon raid in the third year.

‘He’s the one who dispelled half of the fantasy I had about my family.’

When I was young, I couldn’t sympathize with the saying that there are parents who would be better off not having them, but it can be said that he was a first-class instructor who instilled a new concept into Yang Hee-min, an orphan.

…Muris? That bespectacled stepsister is rather cute. Maybe it’s Gilbert’s influence her, but her personality her is bad, because she’s just a small villain who can’t take the lead. Her breasts are pretty big.

In any case, Muris, who grew up weak from being stabbed by her Gilbert from a young age, eventually married her 20-year-old granddaughter according to her father’s order her and lived an unhappy marriage. Although she did n’t even last two years, everyone died because of her demons.

‘Except for Isabella, her eldest daughter her, she had no offspring, and she’s from that goddamn family.’

Uncomfortable. Just looking at those faces brings back bad memories. I turned my head and started walking in a circle.

“Where are you going Artin? Isn’t the road that way?”
“Why are Muris, who is bronze, and Gilbert, who should be in the estate, here? Whatever it is, it must have something to do with me, but I don’t want to see those faces.”
“Go, go together!”

No matter what the two of them were doing, I had no intention of mingling with them in the slightest, so I moved as quickly as I could.
Sardiel hurriedly ran after me, but I didn’t deliberately slow down.
Looking at Sardiel’s bobbing chest, it seemed that the discomfort that filled his head just before had been forgotten.

“Sardiel, would you rather run to the cafe?”
“Run?! Can’t we just teleport?”

There’s no sign of it, I immediately started jogging towards the cafe. To the extent that Sardiel could follow hard.

‘Certainly, it’s hard to run when your chest is that big…’

It was a choice with no regrets.

*

“Ha…”

Al’Miraj, who had been sitting in a cafe for two hours doing nothing, glanced at his watch.

“It’s still far from evening…”

The fourth drink placed on the table had already lost its cool due to the academy’s tropical climate.
Actually, she just wanted to go back to the dormitory and do a little tease to Artin, but she couldn’t, so she just sighed again.

“Mephisto-sama is also strange, waiting until the sun goes down in a human cafe.”

Normally, she would help Violet with magic or practice magic on her own. The reason why Al’Miraj was sitting in a cafe idly was because of Mephisto’s order.

‘Doesn’t Mephisto-sama know what I’m going to say and sent me here to make a mess?’

Last night, Al’Miraj, who had gone back to Hell, tried hard to convince Mephisto to do it.

Even though she even proposed to Mephisto that she would reduce her price her even if she offered her family’s wealth her, that she would have cried out loud if her father her, Genie, heard it…

– “Little rabbit, I have something for you to do. It’s not a request, it’s an order, so I hope you do it right?”-

Mephisto-nim ignored the advice that came from his loyalty to her and gave a rather strange order.

When the sun rises tomorrow morning, leave the dormitory and wait until evening, since anywhere in the academy is fine.

“Ha, it’s a relief that Miss Violet is not feeling well and is confined to her room her…”

The atmosphere in the harem hasn’t been good since I went to hell yesterday.
She didn’t explain anything to herself, but even Al’Miraj could tell that it was because of Mephisto.
She said that she would have to stay out of the dorm all day today, and Xiao Mei and Unicor, who showed signs of liking her, even showed a blatant attitude.

“It’s not that I don’t want to help Master…”

Al’Miraj, who had already sighed more than 100 times, gulped down the lukewarm mango juice.

“It’s bland, it’s tasteless, I want to rest in hell. But I have to help Master…”

But this cheap fruit juice couldn’t relieve Al’Miraj’s frustration.

“Phew, I barely found it. Why are you here?”
“…What?”

Then, someone sat down in a chair across from Al’Miraj, wiping the sweat from her forehead and giving her a soft smile.

It was a smile that would make her heart thump if anyone else saw it, but Al’Miraj looked at it and only raised one eyebrow.

“Would you like an iced americano here? Put some ice in it.”
“No, why are you here? Rather, did you find me?”

Seeing her casually ordering the waitress, Al’Miraj looked on in bewilderment.

In response to Al’Miraj’s demeanor of her, Karen only retained her usual cynical expression, but an awkward smile that raked as hard as she could at her meager affinity of her.

“Sorry, we weren’t even close, but we were surprised when we talked to each other, right? Artin told me to fix this… But it’s not working.”
“..Yes, what. It’s my first time talking to you like this. In fact, even though there were people, we didn’t even make eye contact, did we?”
“That’s right. But there’s no one else to ask for a favor like you.”
“…Request?”
“Yeah, since it’s for Artin, I want you to listen.”

At the mention of her master’s name her, Al’Miraj suppressed her wariness of the stranger, Karen, and began to listen to her story her.

As she was still wondering what she could do to help her master her, Karen’s words her were a better subject than her devil’s seduction her.

What followed, however, made Al’Miraj doubt her own ears her.

“Al’ Miraz. Won’t you help me make a contract with Mephistopheles? I want to sign a contract on behalf of Artin.”
“…Yes? Who? You? With who?”
“I want to make a contract with the hero Kaien, Mephistopheles, the overlord of hell.”

Al’Miraj’s eyes widened at that ridiculous suggestion, but Karen only looked at Al’Miraj enchantingly with a meaningful smile.

“Are you going to help me? Al ‘Miraj?”
“Are you crazy?”

Master was right. Even if this woman, no, this man is mad, he must be mad.