The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

65 – Scene 065# Wound

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no. Of course that doesn’t sound right.

I even felt a slight headache in the sudden situation.

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Due to Helga’s warlike nature, it was expected that she would go out of control someday.

However, I didn’t know that it would take such a sudden action right away.

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character profile.

Name: Helga Wolfbert.

Age: 19.

Occupation: Aslan’s vice-captain of the Iron Lion Knights.

Personality: Pure Love, Battle Maniac, Thunder God.

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Helga is the only character loyal to Tristan in the original story.

But it was out of the way.

People other than Tristan were hurt by her overly candidness, but she didn’t care.

To be called a loyal dog is a fierce dog.

A ferocious dog that regards anyone but its owner as an enemy and tries to bite them.

After all, Helga is a dangerous being.

You can’t keep carrying a ticking time bomb that you don’t know when it will explode.

And only Tristan can control her.

I opened my mouth.

“Hello.”

“Yes. Count.”

Helga grinned and looked back at me.

Like a hound that is ready to pounce if I give a command, she looked like she was eagerly awaiting my answer.

I said with a sigh.

“Do you know why I don’t take you as an escort?”

“Um… ? well. Wasn’t it because you were embarrassed?”

“not.”

“Then, is it because you feel burdened to have an attractive woman like me by your side?”

“no.”

“Well… . Then I don’t know. I don’t know if there are other competent knights like me who can do anything without being asked to do it.”

“Because of you. stupid thing.”

Helga didn’t budge even at my coldly pointed words.

At least this much, her mentality is not shaken.

A bigger impact is needed.

“Speaking of that… ?”

“Who told you it was okay to cause a lot of mayhem in the mansion?”

“That’s because since that woman showed hostility to the Count, I can’t let her go.”

“This is not a battlefield. And… .”

I said without even giving Blanche a glance.

“She is no threat to me.”

“!?”

At least until I pay off my debt.

So now the threat to me is Helga.

I decided to make sure she was a threat to me.

As if understanding my words, Helga obediently tucked the nunchucks into her coat.

And he gently bowed his head.

“Then it was my mistake. sorry. please punish me Count.”

“There is no punishment.”

“…Yes?”

“To punish only those who need it. It is unnecessary for you.”

I approached Helga.

Then he reached out and roughly ripped off the wire badge symbolizing Aslan’s vice-captain hanging from his black uniform.

“Helga Wolfwert. As of this time, I will dismiss you as Aslan’s vice-captain.”

“count!?”

“Bae, Count!?”

Blanche and Wendy were taken aback by the shocking dismissal notice.

I don’t think it’s overkill.

But I can’t help it.

Helga put on a dark expression, but soon accepted my words.

“… … I know. If that’s the Count’s will, then I’ll follow.”

To her, my words are absolute.

So what I am about to say will be more effective for Helga than for anyone else.

I commanded Helga in a voice filled with cold ‘rage’.

“Now, don’t appear in front of me again.”

“… … .”

At that moment, Helga stopped moving.

On the spot, she hardened as if turned to stone.

I read a violent agitation in Helga’s eyes, who were frozen in shock.

The one thing she would rather lose than any honorable position was the seat next to Tristan.

Having nothing more to say, I tried to pass her.

It was then.

“only once… .”

“… ?”

Helga was looking at me with an effortless expression on her face.

Her eyes were trembling as if she would burst into tears any moment.

Taking a deep breath, she said.

“… … Stock up… . Any thoughts?”

“… none.”

Seeing that Helga’s heart was breaking, I passed her indifferently.

I spat out in a cold voice to Helga who was about to chase after me.

“Don’t follow me.”

“… !”

Helga was there.

Abandoned by Tristan, she sat there with a face drained of all emotion.

I ignored her and walked towards the mansion.

And he told the two people who were watching the whole situation.

“… You two may come along.”

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“Those eyes… .”

“yes?”

As Helga looked up from her book, Tristan was watching her.

It was the first time that he, who was cynical about everything, spoke to her first, so he listened.

“How did that eye get injured?”

“ah… . this?”

Helga smiled bitterly and touched the gauze on her left eye.

“… No big deal. I’ve failed to control my magic power… .”

Helga, who had a naturally weak body, tried to improve her physical abilities with magical powers.

Reinforcing the body with magic was something that only skilled wizards could do.

But Helga was too young to know that.

When she was alone at home, a situation occurred where she sent magic power through her body and then ran out of control.

Her magical powers inflicted wounds all over her body.

Among them, the left eye was irreversibly damaged.

“Would you like to see it?”

Helga said with a mischievous laugh.

It was just something I threw out as a joke.

No one would want to see something gross like this.

But Tristan nodded.

“yes.”

“…yes?”

“Show me.”

“for a moment… . You really want to see it?”

Tristan tilted his head at Helga’s embarrassment.

“Can’t I see it?”

“uh… … . that’s… . but… .”

Helga was a little embarrassed to show the scar on her eye.

People who knew her circumstances felt sorry for her wounds.

But it was also Helga’s medal.

The traces of survival and the proof of being alive.

Helga’s father, Gail, had many such scars.

A wound of glory obtained from dealing with numerous pirates.

People admired Gail’s scars and said they were cool.

But no one said that when they saw Helga’s wounds.

Actually, the reason she got that wound was because she used magic at will.

Naturally, people looked at her wounds as if they were sorry.

I can’t help it as long as I promise to show you.

Helga ran her fingers over her eyes to remove the gauze.

“… Can’t you just look at it and say it’s weird?”

“Look at it and think about it.”

“Chit… .”

Reluctantly, Helga removed the gauze.

Tristan’s brow twitched.

“ruler… . Look Carefully.”

Helga felt unbearably embarrassed.

The fact that he was staring into himself.

The fact that he was looking at her wounds.

But the words that came out of Tristan’s mouth were completely different from what she expected.

“It’s pretty.”

“… … uh?”

“I see a lightning bolt. Does your family have purple magic?”

“Yes… . right.”

I think this is pretty… ?

I wonder what happened to this guy’s head.

A sharp burn mark remained where her magic had passed.

Tristan was saying that scars that were ugly to anyone could be seen as pretty.

Seeing her wounds, he muttered to himself.

“Everyone has a scar they want to hide.”

I thought it was an intoxicating word.

But when Tristan spoke, it sounded somehow mysterious.

That’s why Helga said this without even realizing it.

“then… . Do you have these scars too?”

“yes. But my wounds are ugly.”

Tristan’s face darkened.

Helga swallowed.

Because I was curious about the scars this boy had.

“… Can you show it to me?”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t show you.”

“I showed you. Why not?”

“If you see the scars I have, you will hate me.”

Helga shook her head.

“I don’t hate you.”

“I will despise you.”

“Not even contempt.”

“… How can you be sure?”

“that’s… .”

At Tristan’s question, Helga scratched her cheek.

The answer that came to her mind was very embarrassing.

Finally, Helga spoke in a low voice.

“I don’t have a bad personality enough to despise someone who looks at my scars and tells me they are pretty. Ah, I’m a bit outgoing, but… . anyway… . I won’t say anything, so show me.”

“Well.”

Tristan seemed lost in thought.

Helga decided to be patient and wait for his reply.

And finally Tristan opened his mouth in a sigh.

“… i get it. But I can’t show you.”

“Yes? What are you talking about?”

“Because my wounds are in my memory.”

“memory… ?”

“yes.”

Tristan made a shocking confession to her.

“I killed my father.”