The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

66 – Scene 066# Soup

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Helga held her breath.

“Father… . Did you kill him?”

“yes.”

It was too much to say it was a joke.

No, Tristan was not one to joke about things like this.

“When I said I killed my father, my relatives put me in the hospital without any hesitation. I mean, it can’t be.”

It was a story that little Helga could not handle.

I didn’t know whether to comfort him or blame him.

After a while, what came out of her mouth was neither consolation nor condemnation.

“Why did you kill me… ?”

“I killed him because he was meant to be killed.”

It was an immediate answer.

Tristan added with a calm attitude, not feeling guilty.

“I do not regret killing my father. Even if I go back to that time, I will kill him again.”

“… did you need to do that? No matter how bad a person he was, he was my father.”

“My father gave me an indelible wound. Besides, it gave me an unquenchable rage.”

“anger… ?”

“yes.”

I felt like I was being crushed by the suffocating atmosphere.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Tristan’s voice was shaking.

Helga couldn’t help but be nervous.

“At first, I thought my life was pretty cool. Because he was born into a wealthy and honorable aristocratic family and grew up without shortage. But… . It was all my misunderstanding. Aren’t you criticized for being born into a cursed family and not being able to use magic? The man called my father was the world’s madman, and he constantly tormented me. I only found out after killing my father. Why did he try to hurt me so much that I can’t erase it?”

Tristan’s mouth twisted.

he was laughing

“To make me feel angry. Anger at this absurd world.”

absurdity.

The moment he heard that, Helga’s injured eye hurt as if it had been gouged out.

The same feeling as when magic power control failed. Unknowingly, I closed my eyes.

The eye wound has already healed.

Her pain was from an open wound.

A half-penny who can’t handle even one magical power properly.

A family treasure trove.

dirty bastard.

The shame of the Wolfbert family.

A scar that will remain in Helga’s memory forever. It was the same with Tristan.

‘Ahh… . You’re just like me.’

Helga does not know what kind of life Tristan has lived.

But he had a rage that no boy her age could have.

And that feeling resembled her.

“Anger is the power to destroy… . It is the power that destroys everything. I’ll get my hands on everything And it will ruin everything.”

Tristan wasn’t crazy.

Just like her father, Gail, she is just someone who wants to achieve the ideal by force.

but… . The road will not be blessed by anyone.

You will have to fight against harsh criticism and those who cry out for justice.

‘Like the Demon King… .’

Helga’s heart skipped a beat.

To the fact that only she understood his ideal.

That only she deserves to walk with him.

“I will destroy this mad world.”

Even if the end is destruction.

Tristan finished, but Helga was speechless.

Because she was seized with a strange feeling, as if she were the first to witness the birth of the demon king.

So, it was Tristan who spoke first.

However, his expression was subtle.

“… Are you okay?”

“yes… ?”

Only then did Helga realize that something hot was running down her cheeks.

Blood was pouring from her injured left eye.

… I never said that it was actually tears.

*

Helga stood in the cold rain.

Her army coat had been wet for a long time.

Heavy with the rain, it pressed against her shoulders.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

day… . Maybe two days have passed?

No, that was just fine.

I didn’t want to know, I didn’t need to know.

just… . I wish I could die standing like this. Helga thought.

From the moment he was dismissed by Tristan, he had been standing there.

Meanwhile, Helga thought about what she had done wrong.

The enemy punishes thoroughly.

Because of this, she attacked the enemy.

There must have been no mistake in that action.

A very faint but doubt welled up in Helga’s mind.

Tristan often sent her on deployments.

It was all because Helga was competent.

Helga, who was a weakling as a child, trained terribly after meeting Tristan.

The body without a single muscle was covered with solid muscles, and the clumsy mana manipulation also developed to an outstanding level.

It was all to follow Tristan.

Helga has grown to the point of becoming Aslan’s vice-captain.

Her competence is fully demonstrated.

Tristan, however, did not accept her as an escort knight.

Rather, he would send her away on a deployment.

Is it because she has become too competent?

Or maybe… . perhaps… . Maybe he was just trying to distance himself from her?

Could it be that she is no longer needed?

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

When those words came to mind, I couldn’t move.

The moment she left this place, it felt like her heart would be shattered.

It was then that I heard that voice through the sound of rain.

“Okay, are you okay… ?”

When Helga looked away, a little girl with pigtails was watching her anxiously.

The school uniform revealed under the umbrella looked quite classy.

“you… . It’s a face I haven’t seen before.”

“Yeah… ? That… We met the other day… .”

“sorry. I tend to forget about things that are not related to the Count.”

“ah… . Yes. me, i… . I’m Wendy, the Count’s exclusive maid… .”

“… An exclusive maid?”

Helga frowned.

Tristan must not have been the type to have an exclusive maid.

He’s not the type to put anyone by his side.

Even Helga, who served Tristan for a long time, was not accepted as an escort.

By the way… . This little girl introduced herself as the Count’s exclusive maid.

“That is so strange… .”

That wasn’t the only thing suspicious.

In the first place, even if you are an exclusive maid, why are you wearing a school uniform?

… Could it be that this is the Count’s taste?

Helga immediately shook her head.

no. It can’t be.

Because there can be no taste of the Count that she doesn’t know.

“I-over there… .”

“?”

“I don’t think the count said it from his heart… .”

Wendy said it without looking into her eyes, perhaps because she was scared.

“Since Helga-sama has always been like that… . You didn’t say anything, but I’m sure you’re worried… .”

What the hell is this girl talking about?

Helga opened her mouth.

“… What do you know about the Count, you say?”

I had no intention of getting angry in the first place.

However, as she spoke, the emotions that had accumulated inside her came out.

“Don’t talk like you know the Count well! The Count… . I know best!”

At her words, the girl named Wendy was silent.

Was it because I had nothing to say?

Or was it because he sympathized with Helga?

Before long, Wendy bowed her head politely.

“… … I’m sorry. Like Helga-sama said, there are still many things I don’t know about the Count… . But….”

“… ?”

“It’s the same with Helga-sama.”

“… I beg your pardon?”

Helga’s eyes flashed.

Is this kid crazy?

But Wendy didn’t even look Helga in the eye, she put something down in front of her.

“… … I’ll leave it… . I hope you enjoy it… .”

“what… ?”

It was an umbrella and a steaming cup. It smelled like soup.

“then… . see you later… .”

“for a moment! Aren’t you standing there?!”

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Despite Helga’s call, Wendy ignored it and disappeared.

In the end, it was Helga who was left alone in front of the mansion.

I was about to explode.

“… Who knows how to drink something like this… ?”

To say the least, the smell of the soup was strong.

A fragrant smell wafting through even the raindrops.

Perhaps soup with plenty of button mushrooms.

A sip of that would surely be able to thaw Helga’s frozen body.

“damn… .”

I was upset.

I felt like I was beaten by that cunning kid who claimed to be his exclusive maid.

“You have such an innocent face, but to dig a trap like this… .”

Unfortunately, there was no one in front of the mansion.

Could this even be due to the thorough calculations of a girl named Wendy?

A temptation that is hard to ignore for Helga, who hasn’t eaten anything for days.

She looked at the soup Wendy left behind with deathly eyes.

“Just that much soup… .”

If I do one shot in one shot, no one will know.

Aslan’s sub-captain, she is the one who subdues even monsters in one shot.

He should be able to subdue that kind of soup in one bite.

Helga stooped down and grabbed the soup cup that had been sitting quietly under her umbrella.

It was warm.

The warmth warmed her body just by holding it.

Helga concentrated all her attention.

I will make every bit of that warmth my own.

After making that decision, she boldly poured the contents of the cup into her mouth.

So she blended in with the sound of the rain and didn’t notice until he came closer.

The moment Helga met her cold, emotionless eyes.

“Bae, Count Poohatt!”

He spewed out the hot soup in his mouth.