The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

13 – Scene 013# Patience

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Exhausted, I collapsed.

The boiling anger cooled as if cold water had been poured on it.

My consciousness, which had been hazy as if submerged in fog, became clearer.

“f*ck… .”

I muttered as I looked at the ceiling.

It was a truly unpleasant experience.

The feeling that my body is not my body.

As the degree of erosion increased, it was difficult for me to control myself.

I have touched my body

Plump flesh is touched.

It is back to the original Tristan.

But the fist that hit Milliam still hurts.

As if Tristan’s painful memories remained like bruises.

‘I never thought there would be such a past… .’

The madness of the Ruelbert family who longed for magic.

A father who judges everything only by value.

And his nannies who were turned into corpse puppets by his father’s hand.

Little Tristan despaired. Hated. I was furious.

Trials reflect what happened in the past.

The fact that the visit to the Duke of Isaac Hell and the attack by the killers all happened in the past.

And… Tristan would have killed Milium with his own hands.

In return, you must have received ‘wrath’.

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Personality: Anger

Rank: SS

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Details: At the bottom of despair you realize anger.

A simmering anger settled in your heart. Intense anger burns even your soul.

Only those who have inherited the flames of wrath can acquire this personality.

No one can face your wrath head-on. People will fall to their knees in fear at your wrath.

Be angry and be angry. Until this world is consumed by fire.

*This personality is one of the Seven Sins.

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If what Milliam said was true, anger would be a personality passed down from generation to generation in Ruelberta.

Powerful personality, anger that subdues others.

However, as it is written in the description, the more you use it, the more it burns the user’s soul.

Only then did I understand the reason why Milliam’s feelings were dry.

Because he was left with only ashes.

Because he was a man whose soul was burned by anger.

The reason why the previous head of the family died young is also guessed.

They must have chosen to be the victims of their wrath.

Milliam shows his despair to Tristan, which infuriates him.

And was killed by Tristan’s hands.

This is the story behind Ruelbertaga.

-You don’t have to forgive me.

I remembered Milliam’s last words.

‘Even if Tristan hadn’t killed Milium at that time, he would have died.’

From the beginning he thought he would die.

“… … .”

I blankly stared into space.

The world that had been stained with anger was slowly clearing away.

The world of the past, which was created through trials, collapsed powerlessly.

A blue sky appeared.

A peaceful landscape, as if there were no trials I had gone through before.

Just then, a small face popped out in front of my eyes.

“Hey… crap. did you really make it?”

It is Michaela looking down and admiring this side.

I just felt it.

It will return to paradise.

“Ahahahaha. If it were me, I would have fired several rounds in the head of that idiot. It’s a waste. If you did, you too would have been trapped in an ordeal forever.”

“… … .”

“Hey, I saw you again.”

Mikaela sighs in a bad way.

After all, if you shot Millium there, it would have been the end.

“In addition, did you come out with a good personality?”

yes. As difficult as it was, there were results.

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Personality: Patience

Rank: SS

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Details: The world tests you. It shakes you and inflicts indelible scars on your soul.

This personality helps you keep your sense of self in any situation.

You can stay calm no matter what emotions you get caught up in.

When you reach your limit, you can go one step further.

*This personality is one of the seven main lines.

*caution! That personality may conflict with your personalities.

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I got one out of a whopping seven main lines.

I was lucky.

Because it was the personality I was hoping for.

Patience will be the reins that will keep my evil personalities from running amok.

“Hey, why is your face so dead after you get something good? huh? raise an impression crappy.”

Michaela chuckled beside him.

I sighed.

“I am a little tired.”

I was really tired.

Because it was a terrible ordeal.

I felt like going back to the mansion right away and lying down.

“I understand.”

Michaela put her hand on my shoulder.

“The ordeal is just an afterimage of the past. Huh, no matter what you do there, the present doesn’t change. So forget it.”

When she said that, her face looked kind of sad.

There must have been tragedies that could not be changed even for her, a god of another world.

Being omnipotent and powerless is depressing.

“Is this advice from experienced people?”

“Think what you like. Originally, the story that God tells is up to humans to interpret as they please.”

Michaela grinned.

It was a smile that I couldn’t tell if it was an old man’s or a child’s.

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character profile.

Name: Michaela.

age : ???

Occupation: Absolute God, First Human, Master of Paradise, etc.

Personality: Has all the personalities that exist in this world.

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It must be tiring to have all the troublesome personalities, even if you only have one.

“If you’re done with your business, go away. crappy.”

Michaela’s hand on my shoulder tightened.

It hurt quite a bit, but I didn’t show it.

Boy, are you holding on tight?

Michaela giggled as if she was reading all these thoughts.

“Because my paradise doesn’t need villains like you.”

At the end of those words, my vision reversed.

In an instant, I was standing in front of a familiar mansion.

It may have been Michaela’s consideration to go in quickly and rest.

But I clicked my tongue and walked to the mansion.

“If possible, I will send you to my room… .”

It’s like a petty god.

But… I seem to have forgotten something important.

Umm… .

No matter how much I think about it, I can’t think of it.

It was around lunchtime the next day that I found out what it was.

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“Everything, because you are gone, I, I… Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you… ? I’ve been looking for you in paradise all day… .”

Wendy was reading the letter.

Unlike usual, it wasn’t a chore, it was an easy job just reading what was written.

In a way, I was lucky to be able to use what I had learned to read to work for the Count’s family in this way.

But to Wendy, this situation felt like a new form of bullying she had never experienced before.

“this person… forty… You mom.”

“Read it again.”

“Hick!”

Oh please!

Count! please!

This is impossible… .

Wendy begged with moist eyes.

But the man’s attitude was cold.

“Read quickly. Are there any words you haven’t learned?”

“Oh, no, that’s not it… .”

“Then read.”

“Yes, yes… .”

Wendy swallowed.

And I read the sentence written in the letter.

“this person… bad guy.”

“Right.”

“Everything, you are still at the bottom of a human… Whoa… . Write, trashy, bastard… .”

“Right.”

“Sorry, sorry… !”

Unable to hold on, Wendy fell to her knees.

The man who had been reading the newspaper until then finally raised his head.

“Is that also what is written in the letter?”

“Oh, no. I’m sorry… .”

“What are you sorry about?”

“That… .”

Wendy looked up.

There was a fat, bad-tempered man.

Count Tristan Ruelberta.

The owner of this mansion and Wendy’s master.

The moment she met his scary eyes, Wendy quickly lowered her head.

Wendy said in a trembling voice.

“Bae, the Count is me, not a bad guy.”

“Well.”

Tristan tilted his head.

“Did Princess Bella Isaachel write such a thing? She’s really good too. You’re still young, but you see how your mind goes back and forth.”

Aww!

Count! That’s not what I mean!

Wendy twisted her body.

Tristan frowned as he wriggled like an octopus out of water.

“Wendy. Calm down.”

“Yes, yes!”

“If you are my exclusive maid, act accordingly.”

“Yeah… .”

Wendy grabbed the edge of her apron with her small hand.

What she was wearing was not an old maid outfit, but a maid outfit that looked much more luxurious.

A special garment embroidered with the black lion symbolizing the Ruelberta family.

It was a uniform that only exclusive maids could wear.

“By the way, where is your charge?”

“Yes?”

“The one in charge of educating you.”

“That, that’s it… I’m the first to be the count’s exclusive maid… There is no one to take over… .”

There was no exclusive maid who worked full-time.

In a way, it was natural.

Because no attendant would want to become the exclusive agent of Tristan, who was famous for his filthy personality.

Tristan nodded in agreement.

“indeed… If that’s the case, I’ll have to educate you from the beginning.”

“education… Iyo?”