This Villain is Soft - Chapter 12
Only Noblemtl
Episode 12
“If I had my way, I would have shot several shots already.”
At those trembling words, Ha-on grabbed Ju-yeol’s arm. His forearm muscles twitched.
“Do you want to shoot me now?”
“……what?”
This time his eyebrows furrowed.
Haon asked with a sorrowful expression.
“Can you shoot me a sleep gun?”
“Are you crazy? Oh, that’s right. You’re crazy.”
He ground his teeth, shook his hand away, and fell down.
Haon did not give up and came next to her again.
“Juyeol-ah. I’m really desperate. I’m so sleepy, but I can’t sleep. My head isn’t working.”
“Bash your head against the wall and pass out.”
Haon, who had been thinking for a moment, asked in a tone of uncertainty.
“Hey, can you at least make me faint?”
“… … ?”
When Juyeol looked at him as if he was crazy, Haon hugged the blanket and nodded.
“I’m ready.”
“Crazy. You sound like you’re ready.”
“If you don’t like it… …can’t you sleep in the bedroom too?”
“Okay. I’ll sleep in the bedroom.”
Haon was delighted at those words.
“really?”
“You get out.”
“……huh?”
Haon was dragged out of the bedroom with the blanket over his head.
“Ah, no. Joo-yeol… … !”
I struggled and resisted, trying to stay in the bedroom, but it was no use.
Haon, who was pushed to the living room sofa in an instant, looked at him blankly.
“I’ll sleep next to the awakening room. You can sleep here.”
Joo-yeol snorted and turned around.
Even if you set foot in the penthouse, you sleep in the same space as Eunha On?
That was nonsense.
However, it was not possible to place only the Galaxy On next to the Awakening Sphere. So this was the most reasonable method.
“It’s my house!”
“Your house?”
Haon flinched at the sight of Juyeol looking back.
“You’re not the ‘Eunhaon’ who used to live here.”
There was a sarcastic smile on his lips.
“… … !”
“Then it’s not your house.”
Haon clenched his fist.
“You don’t even believe me, and only when you do something so fatal─.”
The bedroom door slammed shut.
‘That annoying… …!’
Haon bit his lip in frustration and crawled onto the shaggy sofa.
‘That bad guy is not our Juyeol.’
And after grumbling for a while, he went down to the floor and wrapped the blanket around him like a nest.
‘… … But there’s someone right next to me, just a door away. I might be able to sleep.’
Haon tried to think positively.
It’s okay. Today was a good day.
I found the awakening tool smoothly and started repairing my cell phone.
Maybe you’ll have a good dream.
* * *
Kookung. Kookung.
I could feel the ground vibrating through the soles of my thinly worn sneakers.
Wheeeeee─.
Ha-on raised his head against the cold wind and his heart sank.
This is Gimpo Bridge with red smoke rising.
It was the scene of an unforgettable incident that collapsed just a month after the war broke out.
Kookung. Kookung.
‘Oh, I really hate this.’
The nightmare was repeating itself before my eyes.
“Eww! Save me!”
“Gyaaaah!”
A large number of people were crossing the bridge in fear.
Behind them, magical devices that blasted mana like blades came chasing them like a pack of rats.
‘Really… … I don’t like it… … !’
Ha-on bit his lips hard and took out his cell phone and shouted loudly.
“Run quickly! Get across quickly!”
And just like in several dreams, he unfurled a shield of mana. While the panicked people crossed the bridge, Haon blocked the attacks coming from outside the bridge.
The bridge was so long that it could not protect the entire area.
“Run quickly! Don’t look back!”
That moment when you’re urging people until your throat gets hoarse.
The mouse-like magical devices suddenly started moving at incredible speeds, making noises.
They dug deep into the ground beneath people’s feet.
The moment Haon hurriedly moved the shield to the people’s feet.
Boom! Bang! KookooKookoo─.
The magical devices exploded all at once. The ones swinging blade-like mana were traps.
It felt like lightning was striking everywhere. It was a deafening noise.
Half of the bridge collapsed, taking countless people with it.
Ha-on, whose face had lost its color, also collapsed.
As always, a desperate scream escaped my lips.
“No way!”
I opened my eyes wide, clutching the blanket tightly.
Haon hurriedly got up and looked around.
This is the penthouse. It wasn’t Gimpo Bridge.
“Ugh. Ugh.”
I held my breath and pressed my chest hard. My whole body was sticky, soaked in cold sweat.
“Stop… … Stop showing me this. I want to stop seeing this.”
Haon, who had been mumbling as if he had lost his mind, buried his face in the blanket.
“I want to stop watching.”
My shoulders shook slightly.
“sorry…….”
A small murmur was mixed in with the sobbing sound.
Meanwhile, Juyeol, who was watching the scene from the shadows, was embarrassed.
‘……what?’
He was exploring the house while the landlord was asleep.
The opportunity to enter the mysterious and secretive penthouse of Dr. Eunhaon never came easily.
There have been dozens of cases where Eunhaon was not caught due to suspicion but no evidence.
I was planning to use this opportunity to look for hidden evidence, but I broke it in 30 minutes.
And while screaming too.
Juyeol, who instinctively hid his presence in the shadows, remembered that she had woken up groaning yesterday as well.
‘Is this how it is every day? Is that why you asked me to shoot you with a sleep gun?’
But it was different from yesterday.
A guilty face that appears faintly even in the darkness.
warble.
A nightmare where the words “I’m sorry” just come out naturally.
Joo-yeol has seen that kind of sight several times.
That’s definitely… … .
‘Just like a hero who failed to save people… … .’
I was confused even though I knew it was nonsense.
Joo-yeol frowned.
Why is Eunhaon crying and blaming herself like that, with that kind of appearance and voice?
‘You shouldn’t do that.’
He stood leaning against the wall and stared at Ha-on, who had fallen asleep from exhaustion after crying for a long time.
* * *
Ha-on, who had fallen asleep from exhaustion, woke up a few minutes later with a start again.
After repeating that a couple of times, he stood up, sobbing.
And then I wrapped the blanket around my body and walked towards the bedroom.
‘Juyeol is probably sleeping?’
After hesitating, I quietly opened the bedroom door.
“… … .”
But there was no one there.
I looked around outside the bedroom, but there were only shadows.
Haon collapsed on the spot.
“Ugh, ugh.”
She hugged the blanket and began to sob.
Every time fear and emptiness came, I told myself that it was okay.
‘I want to go home. Please send me back.’
It wasn’t okay at all.
‘I want to go home.’
There was no way it could be okay.
I was a stranger in this strange world with no connections.
Haon shook his small shoulders and shed tears.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
“… … !”
The stranger suddenly raised his head at the sound of the voice falling over his head.
It was space fever.
One and only family.
best friend.
Dear comrade.
Haon cried and stretched out his arms as if asking to be hugged like a sad child.
“Juyeol-ah.”
As Joo-yeol looked at her with an expression that said, “What should I do?”, tears flowed down from her clear brown eyes.
He frowned and roughly tousled his black curly hair.
“Oh! Really!”
Then he lifted Haon up and took him into the bedroom.
* * *
A faint cloud shadow passed over the bed.
The bed covered with a red lace canopy stood empty.
A mumbling sound was mixed with the regular, rustling breathing coming from under the bed.
Ha-on, who had been sleeping soundly, hugged by a soft blanket, slowly woke up and tossed and turned.
He rubbed his cheek against the blanket with a calm face, without even groaning.
‘How long has it been since I slept this soundly? I didn’t even dream.’
Haon opened his eyes slowly, enjoying the afterglow of a deep sleep.
“… … ?”
I saw something like a moving piece of metal in my blurry vision.
I rubbed my eyes and looked again, and it was a gun.
Ju-yeol, leaning against a nearby wall, was swinging a gun in his hand.
“… … !”
He was really there, the one who had been nagging me to stop crying because he was going to be here last night.
He was sitting right next to me, like a hero defeating a nightmare.
Haon’s lips loosened as he felt a warm, fuzzy feeling rising up in him.
“Juyeol-ah.”
“… … .”
“good morning.”
Even though I greeted him in a hushed voice, he just glanced at me without saying anything.
Then he snatched the gun that had been thrown upward, put it back in his holster, and stood up.
“What about breakfast?”
Haon got up and checked the time after muttering something while leaving the bedroom. It was past 2pm.
‘… … I feel somehow refreshed.’
Haon smiled with satisfaction.
It had been two years since I had slept this comfortably. Since the war started, I had been lying down all day and had not been able to sleep properly.
‘Was it really a people problem and not a space problem?’
Ha-on, who had been stretching, felt secure at the thought that Joo-yeol would be spending the night at the penthouse again today.
I was already feeling at ease since it was a night when I was supposed to get a good night’s sleep.
‘I’ve had enough sleep, so now it’s time to get to work.’
Ha-on quickly washed up and changed his clothes, then sat hunched over on the bed, looking at his cell phone.
An error message was displayed on the screen of the cell phone being repaired.
It seemed to be different from the one used by the energy extractor.
I tapped the screen to slow down the extraction speed a bit and adjust the amount of energy injected.
Haon fiddled with his phone for a while like a hamster eating sunflower seeds, then put it down.
‘The repairs will be finished by this time tomorrow.’
After that, you have to go meet Solmae, who Chacha told you about.