The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

39 – Scene 039# Jealousy

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I wasn’t jogging, I was walking slowly through the mansion grounds.

Originally, I was going to run while enduring the injury with ‘patience’, but Wendy stopped me at the door.

“Oh no! The Count needs to rest… !”

“Get out of the way. I have already had enough rest.”

“You only had one day off!”

“A break like that is enough.”

“I-I can never… ! This, this is my advice as an exclusive maid! If you want to go, please step on me!”

Sounds like a threat, not advice.

Besides, he can’t even threaten me.

Wendy stood in my way with her arms outstretched.

I can feel the spleen when I see her overflowing with tears.

Such a cute entrance cut.

Reluctantly, I gave up jogging.

Instead, I agreed with Wendy to just walk.

However, I made her jog and I decided to walk alone.

Because there was something I wanted to try before.

There was a walkable forest on the grounds of the Ruelberta Mansion.

It is a great place for forest bathing because it is large and well-made.

The reason I chose this place was because the trees were thick and I couldn’t see what I was doing from the outside.

When I fought Blanche, I thought.

She is one of the strongest in this world.

I had no luck meeting her and passed the death penalty, but there is no guarantee that I will not meet someone as strong as her again.

Even then, it is impossible to fight with a single gun.

I needed at least one more means to fight.

After Anger, Pride, Greed, and Patience, I identified the last individuality.

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Personality: Jealousy

Rank: SS

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Details: You are jealous of all geniuses in the world. You are endlessly conscious of them. Jealous, you imitate their talents. But they never reach the realm of their talents. Because it’s not your talent. However, the more jealous you are, the more your soul rots with an inferiority complex.

*This personality is one of the Seven Sins.

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At first I didn’t know what to use it for, but now I seem to have some idea.

I closed my eyes and remembered the day I fought Blanche.

I’m sorry Wendy, but I have to overdo it a bit.

[You are ‘jealous’!]

Nausea rose from the depths of my body.

When I thought of Blanche, an ugly feeling took hold of me.

Blanche’s movement, which was precisely aiming at the vital spot.

A power that is invisible to the naked eye.

And I was envious of her who overpowered her opponents with her excellent reflexes.

I was envious of that graceful assassination.

He envied the spirit of confronting Marco, the captain of the guard.

I was so envious of Blanche’s talent.

I began clumsily mimicking Blanche’s movements.

Blanche’s sharp fingernails became blades of mine and broke a branch of the tree in front of me.

pop.

Not yet.

Once again my knives broke the branch.

However, her attacks were never so lame.

It was not so dull.

pop. pop.

If it’s Blanche… .

What would she do… .

I continued to think of her taijutsu and trimmed the branches.

Like her, he waved his hand at the branch. swung and swung again.

pop. pop. pop.

I wanted to copy Blanche.

I wanted to have her sharpness.

The more I thought about it, the faster my hands got.

I also felt that my soul was stained with ugly emotions.

pop. pop. pop. pop… … .

Broken tree branches piled up under my feet.

As if being pruned, the tree lost its branches.

And towards the last branch, I hit the blade of my hand.

Swoop-.

At that moment, the tree branch slid down.

As if struck with a sharp knife.

I finally ‘cut’ a branch with my hand blade.

[You must be ‘patience’!]

“Sigh… .”

My rumbling stomach subsided.

It felt like waking up from the emotions that had been tainted with turbidity.

Was it this feeling that the soul was rotting?

I picked up the cut tree branch.

Nothing reached Blanche’s.

I was no sharper than her.

I couldn’t be faster than her.

But for me, this was enough.

For now, it is a satisfactory result to have achieved this much.

As there is a saying that jealousy is my strength, my jealousy seems to be a great strength.

I haven’t experienced using it in real combat yet, but I think I should add practice through jealousy to my routine.

by the way… The wound on his stomach was painfully painful.

It may be that the wound has opened.

“Um… .”

If Wendy knew, you might hear something.

As I was thinking about that, I heard a voice calling me.

“Count!”

I see a guy running from far away.

He said he couldn’t be a nobleman.

Wendy came running in her sportswear, probably after jogging as I told her to.

As she got closer, I naturally covered my stomach with a bandage.

“Sigh… Sigh… Bae, Count… .”

“What is going on?”

Wendy is out of breath.

I waited for her breath to subside.

“Ah, I got a letter from Arthur… !”

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“I’m sure I heard somewhere around here… .”

Bella was out at Central Market in Ludlow.

The market was crowded with people.

This was a traditional market mainly used by the common people of the empire.

There were people who sold goods at stalls, people who did business with shops, and people who bargained.

In many ways, it was a place that did not suit Bella, the daughter of the duke.

In fact, looking around, there was no one who looked like an aristocrat like her.

Nobles didn’t have to come to the common people’s market, and there was no need to come.

Even so, the reason Bella came here was to mend her doll.

Tailor Street in Central Market.

I had heard the attendants say that if you go there, anything made of cloth will be repaired.

Her teddy bear could also be mended.

So Bella came here alone.

It’s really annoying, but I couldn’t have the mansion’s attendants repair the doll.

I had to hide the fact that I still had a doll like this.

Today, it was fortunate that Blanche went out because she had business to see.

Bella sneaked out of the mansion and came to Central Market.

Her appearance draws attention so much that she wears a hood all the way.

Bella mingled with the crowd and looked around the market.

It was a complicated place.

The market was maze-like and there were so many shops that it was difficult for her to find a sewing shop.

That was when she was about to take a step.

“Huh… Mom… .”

As Bella lowered her head at the sound of crying, there was a child holding her by the collar.

A tear-stained little girl was looking up at Bella.

“… Have you lost your mother?”

“Mom… sniff It suddenly disappeared… sniff.”

Bella bent her knees to meet the girl at eye level.

The girl’s mouth dropped open as she saw her face revealed under the slightly rolled hood.

“Pretty sister… .”

“Whoops… Do you have a good eye?”

Bella smiled as she lightly brushed her shiny silver hair.

It was a charming smile.

“… Is your sister a fairy? sniff.”

“right. You must be a good boy to find me here.”

“I-really?”

“yes. i know you Asmiel Kindergarten Tulip Class #15 Alice. Right?”

“No, that’s right! Whoa! She was a real fairy… ! Really!”

A girl with sparkling eyes and beating.

Bella smiled as she took her eyes off the name tag on the girl’s aboriginal uniform.

“Yes. don’t be real Do you want to go find your mother with your sister from now on?”

Alice nodded vigorously.

Seeing her cute nod with her little head, Bella burst into laughter.

Alice asked, wiping away tears with her sleeve.

“By the way, what did the fairy sister come here for? ?”

“me? I mean… .”

Bella said, taking a teddy bear from her bosom and showing it.

“Mister Bear is sick, so I’m here to treat him. whooping… .”