This Villain is Soft - Chapter 49



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Episode 49

“If you were going to give me a one-piece dress from your favorite brand, you should wear it on a day like this. That’s too much.”

Q flicked the collar of his checked shirt with his fingers with a displeased expression.

“Ah, I feel bad about it… … I’m going to wear it sparingly.”

Actually, I had no intention of wearing it.

How on earth am I supposed to wear a dress that is so short and cuts down to my waist?

Twoshot glanced at the cue with a sneer.

“What about a gift? If you show up wearing the clothes I sent you, you’ll be hell-bent on ripping everything off.”

Oh. If that’s the case, then I can’t wear it.

As Haon made his decision once again, Q glared at the two-shot fiercely.

The two men’s fierce staring contest ended only after the second part of the auction began.

In the past, Chacha and Bani, who believed that it was not Haon who was making the potion anyway, looked disappointed that their fight did not escalate into a bigger one.

Haon felt exhausted just from watching.

“Chacha. What does Q want from me that makes him do that?”

“Of course it’s a monopoly on potions.”

Chacha continued speaking with a mocking tone.

“Since the smuggling ship went down, the gang in District 1 has been on edge. Judging from the amount of fighting going on inside, it seems like Q is losing control. They might fall apart soon.”

“Hmm? Then who takes District 1?”

“The boss of another area will probably eat them, or a new gang will come in.”

Even Haon, who knew nothing about the villains’ fight for position, could guess that the old town would be noisy for a while.

* * *

After the auction was completely over, Chacha and Bunny left the auction house first.

Haon was offered to have a meal with them, but he was in no mood.

There was no diamond large enough to create a dimensional prism, and I kept feeling uneasy.

As I followed Blue’s instructions and went out the door, I saw Juyeol and Nova standing a little distance away.

They both looked extremely displeased.

“Juyeol-ah. Nova.”

As Haon approached and called out, the two’s expressions slowly relaxed.

“I didn’t expect to see you both here. Didn’t you buy anything?”

“You didn’t buy anything either.”

“I didn’t like anything.”

“What do you want, honey? Steal it for me?”

“yes?”

Haon was dumbfounded by Nova’s calm words.

“I was surprised to hear that you had already trashed several clubs. If that was going to happen, why did you make the promise?”

“I guess the effect has worn off. Promise me again.”

Nova smiled brightly and held out her pinky finger.

“… … ?”

Is there such a proverb in this dimension about making promises by linking fingers?

So, do I have to make regular appointments?

Haon smiled and shook his little fingers up and down.

“What are you doing?”

When Joo-yeol asked in a ridiculous tone, Nova quickly pulled his little finger.

“Will you please stop interrupting our conversation?”

“Uh uh… … !”

Although it was a weak force, Haon staggered.

Nova took Haon next to her and put an arm around her shoulder.

“There’s a lot going on between us.”

“… … .”

Joo-yeol suddenly felt annoyed and reached for his holster.

Haon didn’t even try to get away, so he was told to get off right away.

“There were rumors that it was tea, so what happened?”

Nova didn’t hide her smugness at those words mixed with irritation.

“See these gloves and clothes? They were made by me.”

Joo-yeol flinched and looked at Ha-on.

“You made it?”

“I think something like this would be better than a weapon.”

He glanced at Nova’s white clothes with discontented eyes.

It seemed like it was made just for Nova, as the combination was so perfect it was hard to deny.

If it was made by Eunhaon, it wouldn’t be ordinary clothes.

“Weren’t you my engineer? You said you wouldn’t take requests from villains.”

“This is not a request, it’s a gift. A gift filled with love.”

“There is no love in it.”

Despite Ha-on’s firm words, Ju-yeol was dumbfounded as if he had been greatly shocked.

“……gift?”

Are you really regaining your memories? Are you saying it wasn’t a mistake?

So what if you’re getting used to combat and getting closer to Nova again?

As his thoughts continued to wander, his stomach turned.

Haon asked him with a puzzled look on his face.

“Juyeol. Do you need any new equipment?”

“… … I need it.”

Even though he thought it was childish, Juyeol emphasized it once more.

“I’m going to return my hero uniform, so what should I wear when I go out like this?”

“Huh? Isn’t that bulletproof vest you’re wearing now?”

“It’s been a while. It’s not that good.”

This time Nova looked at him with a bewildered expression.

“If you quit being a hero, don’t wander around at night.”

Joo-yeol nodded his head, pretending not to hear and saying that he should leave.

Then Haon broke free from Nova’s arms and went next to Juyeol.

“Anyway, since you promised again, be good, Nova.”

Nova tried to say something with a very sad expression, but couldn’t.

“If the effect wears off, let’s make another promise. Okay?”

Because Ha-on, who was wagging his little finger, looked so serious that I thought I would burst out laughing.

While heading to the parking lot, Haon checked the date on his phone several times.

‘Tomorrow is almost here… … .’

For several years now, I have been feeling uneasy around this time. So on ‘that day’, I always spent time with ‘Juyeol’. It was the same even after the war started in earnest.

Haon raised his head and looked at Juyeol’s back as he walked ahead.

‘So, it’ll be okay if I stay with Juyeol. I should go early tomorrow and watch a movie. Or maybe I should just stay home starting tonight… ‘

But Joo-yeol, who had reached the front of the bike, opened his mouth and said, “Ah,” as if he remembered something.

“Don’t come tomorrow.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I have somewhere to go.”

As Haon’s face darkened noticeably, he stopped putting on his helmet and asked.

“What’s wrong? What’s on tomorrow?”

“Oh, no. I was just going to ask you to watch a movie together.”

“Not bad. See you next time.”

“Yeah.”

I don’t know where that is, but can you take me there too?

Haon swallowed the words that were rising to his chin.

“Are you going to Anga?”

“No. I’m going to the lab. I have things to do… … .”

It was obvious that if I went into his house now, I would never want to come out until tomorrow.

Ha-on got into the car, leaving Ju-yeol behind, who was looking at him strangely.

If you just focus on building turbines from now on without looking at the time, you’ll be fine.

I wanted to grab something quickly and immerse myself in it.

Without even knowing that tomorrow is coming.

* * *

The child’s name was Yeonparang.

She was a bright child who walked around with a smile on her face as fresh as a wild flower.

The child who grew up in the same orphanage was eight years younger than Ha-on and loved birds even before he could speak.

When a sparrow or a magpie flew into the front yard of the daycare center, my eyes widened.

I saved my share of cookies and waited for the day to share them with the birds.

I loved how she would follow me around, calling me “Sister, Sister”, and I also found it cute how she hated cucumbers.

Only those who have held her in their arms can know how much sunlight fills her small body.

The child who laughed heartily and was confident that he would become a new doctor one day was now old enough to enter middle school.

If only he were alive.

Haon was hanging his head while leaning against a large part of the turbine.

I clenched my fists in frustration.

There was no way I could ignore time, not in the laboratory where the Awakening Energy Extractor was running, of all places.

I just got a notification that one of the extractors has finished extracting.

It was only natural that Haon, who knew full well how many hours it took for the extractor to turn once, could tell what time it was just by the sound.

Parang’s anniversary came like a bolt from the blue.

“… … blue.”

[Yes, haon!]

Haon raised his head at Parang’s voice.

Anxiety, sadness, anger, self-reproach… … .

It was an expression of mixed emotions.

Haon stared blankly at the extractor that had finished its work, then mechanically touched the turbine parts.

Without looking at the time, I just kept thinking about the turbine.

“… … .”

But once I realized that it was Parang’s anniversary, I couldn’t continue to ignore it.

It was impossible.

Haon’s hands, which had been getting slower and slower, were shaking so much that he couldn’t even handle the tools.

Four years ago today, a talk concert by a photographer who takes pictures of migratory birds was held.

Haon bought Parang a ticket and took him there himself. I took him to the place where he was going to die.

How peaceful I was sitting in a cafe waiting for the concert to end.

I noticed that the flow of mana was a little strange, but I just assumed it was because there was a magic tool shop nearby.

For Haon, magic engineering was the ultimate subject of study and a medium for realizing his designs.

Even though the military industry has used magic, it’s not like they would use magic to terrorize a building full of civilians.

I never imagined that.

That day, Haon lost his young sunshine.

That was the beginning of the terror that led to war.