My Game Friends Were Foreigners in Mythology

14 – How to have a Fallen Lady (2)

‘I’m about to die.’

Iris’ dead eyes look up at me.

I’m not particularly guilty, but I feel a sense of guilt.

-The time has come. Now let’s get serious about twisting.

The order Nyarlathotep gave as he left this morning.

Enslave Iris Ghostrick.

-Once again, there is no existence that is easier to train than a human who has fallen to the bottom.

Okay, let’s try it.

“Are you next to me?”

First of all, Iris looked at me with a wary look.

Of course. In fact, he was also the one who dropped me to the bottom, and I wasn’t good enough to sit next to him and eat.

“What’s your purpose? You want to mock?”

As expected, the reaction is not good.

But there is one plausible excuse.

“I brought a packed lunch, but there are only benches here.”

This is a so-called alienated place in the corner of the academy.

You can tell just by looking at the rusted bench legs from little maintenance.

The argument for just eating here is quite valid, as it took quite a long walk to get out of here and to another bench.

In the first place, the size of the benches is large, so if you sit at the end of each other, it’s quite a distance.

“…Then why do you bother to come all the way to a place like this to eat lunch?”

“I don’t have anyone to eat with.”

“…?”

At those words, Iris asked with a puzzled expression.

“You don’t have anyone to eat with? It can’t be.”

“It’s real.”

She is a case where the people who were there left and she ate alone, but I am similar yet different.

‘Are you suddenly attached?’

When I was in Class F, things that were treated as idiots suddenly got promoted, so it was so disgusting to see them clinging to each other to get and eat beans.

I got annoyed at all of them saying obvious snobbish things like how did you suddenly become so strong, please give me your number, etc.

The only thing that is kind to me is Goo Ha-sung…

-Master, it was crazy! Just! I will go to class A soon too! Oh oh oh oh clothes!!!

I left him out of his mind.

In other words, as a result, I have no one to eat with just like her.

“Anyway, I’ll sit next to you.”

Sure.

“Wait a minute, I haven’t given permission yet…”

As soon as I sat down next to her, she looked flustered and then sighed as if she had given up.

“Eat, just…”

“I will eat well.”

I opened the lunchbox with a calm expression.

The lunch box was made by Ktuga diligently. For reference, body fluids are included here as well.

When I asked about the identity of the bodily fluid, they said it was blood.

I don’t know why people reacted like that to confuse people.

Yum.

I picked up a piece of meat that tasted burnt and tasted pretty good.

It meant that I had a high level of cooking skills that would satisfy even me, whose taste standards had risen because of the lower outerwear god.

‘Ah, this isn’t the time to describe the taste of food.’

I was about to focus on my meal, but then I came to my senses and rolled my eyes to look at Iris.

Muffling.

As expected, I was eating while spilling as if I had a hole in my chin.

The academy uniform, whose strength is neatness, was splashed with seasoning here and there.

‘I’ve given up on caring about other people’s eyes.’

When I first met her in the classroom, there wasn’t even a speck of dust on her uniform, let alone seasoning.

But now, seeing that the school uniform is so dirty, he must have chosen to cover his ears to too much criticism.

‘In the current situation, it’s better to keep your mouth shut.’

No matter how many flattering words you tell someone who has chosen to cover their ears, they will only hear it with one ear and let it out with the other.

No, it wouldn’t even go into your ears in the first place.

Then there is only one way to make them listen to me.

‘It’s a johnber angle.’

Waiting for yourself to open.

‘I have a lot of time.’

I like the burst dealer position in the game as well.

The moment that ear shows even the slightest gap, it’s over for her.

* * *

‘…Here again.’

“Hello.”

A week passed just like that.

‘How long will you be here?’

Iris began to have doubts.

Isn’t it strange no matter how you think about it?

Even though she wants to eat alone, why does she have to keep coming here?

There must be another side, there are restaurants, and there must be many places, so why bother here?

There are no suspiciously many visits and nothing to do.

I just ate my lunch and left.

She still hasn’t talked to him during her meal.

Glance, glance.

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As she roughly shoved her food into her mouth, she rolled her eyes and glanced at him.

She didn’t even look at herself and was eating as if she was happy.

‘So happy.’

I am so unhappy.

She suddenly wonders if all of this is a punishment for herself? She forgot the idea.

A punishment for trying to kill a person who may or may not be guilty by believing only the words of the Constellation.

As a result, he wondered if his family, constellation, and friends had left him.

Tap, pop.

A surge of guilt and remorse rose from her heart and eventually dripped down as tears.

It’s ugly. The figure of a person who dreamed of being a hero is this shape, this shape.

When I am disgusted with myself and am about to leave.

“What, why are you crying all of a sudden?”

He caught himself suddenly.

* * *

‘f*ck, my mental state is so tainted?’

“…Awesome!”

I secretly wiped her cold sweat as I handed her a tissue as she shed tears.

Did it happen that the image of me eating without thinking and the image of myself overlapped?

Or did he suddenly find himself so miserable?

‘I don’t know about that, but it’s an opportunity anyway.’

A gap was visible in the solid fortress.

But at the same time I had to be careful. It was a fortress like steel, but at the same time it was also a reservoir with its back to the water.

Currently, her condition is like hanging over a cliff.

The problem is that pulling it is filthy difficult, but pushing it is so simple that you can knock it over.

So you have to be careful with every word you say.

[A story that makes sense]

I ended up even using a story that made sense to maximize the odds.

“Hmm… I’ve been told since the old days that it’s good to tell someone close to you when something sad happens.”

As I spoke to her as she wiped her tears pouring from her like a flood, she said to her face what bullsh*t she was talking about.

“Keuuu! I…Hah…Now I have no one to talk to.”

“You’re here, right?”

I confidently pointed my finger at me.

“Yes?”

“Everyone you were close to left you, right? Then, for a week, I was by your side, wasn’t I your closest person?”

Now that my relationship with everyone has been initialized to 0, I, the only one with a relationship of 1, was her best friend.

Of course, it’s a best friend when measured in relative terms, but it’s a number that’s no different from 1 passer-by when measured in absolute terms.

However, ‘a story that makes sense’ doesn’t let you care about that.

“Is that…Is…”

Especially if your mental strength has reached rock bottom.

[SAN figures 140 / 160]

‘I’ll have to turn it off soon.’

Although he fell to Class B, the overall specs are undeniably the level of Class A.

When I tried brainwashing such a target, the SAN level dropped.

Spirits were good at raising their SAN levels by about 10.

It’s safe to have about 140 left.

“Tell me. I’ll listen and see.”

In the current situation, treating him kindly like a sweet middle man is rather counterproductive.

No matter how cornered she is, her basic ‘notice’ will remain, so if you treat her well, she might find out my intentions.

So I pretended to be indifferent, and since I was having a hard time, I went with the feeling that I should try to speak.

“That…I received an order from the Constellation before.”

I didn’t bother to chime in, just nodded my head.

Because this isn’t a conversation, it’s listening to a story.

You shouldn’t interrupt the conversation while giving an answer.

“A man who hates his servant has killed him. If you kill his henchmen, he will make me his incarnation.”

“Whoa.”

Oh sh*t. I can’t get along.

At the moment, the content was so interesting that the sound came out spontaneously.

The incarnation contract was a kind of promise.

It means to gather everything you can and make it ‘the best’.

In fact, I was in the process of becoming the best in real time, having signed an incarnation contract with Nyarlathotep and Ctuga.

If you order such an incarnation contract to kill a person, you know how much the Constellation hates the target.

‘Yes, it’s worth knowing.’

And the target is Nyarlathotep, and the henchman must be me.

A rough list of what has happened so far is enough to know. Not knowing this is sick.

Didn’t I say that from the beginning of the incarnation contract, I would become hostile to all the Constellations?

“I tried to kill him because I couldn’t refuse, but in the end I failed and ended up like this.”

She muttered as she looked somewhere into the void with her eyes full of futility.

“I tried to kill him while trying to justify myself, saying that the other person must be guilty, that if the Constellation tells me to kill him, he must be a villain. When I met him in person, he wasn’t a particularly bad person, but he was still deceiving himself.”

Fishik.

She continued her speech with a chuckle of her own.

“But I lost. I lost everything and ended up like this. All I have left is an ugly loser caught in my greed.”

Then she flicked her eyes and looked up at me.

Her eyes were full of guilt.

“I’m sorry. I was wrong. I’m sorry I tried to kill you. So…”

She said again through her tears.

“Please pardon my sins… Please.”

“…”

I gulped at the madness that trickled out.

This is probably…

‘f*cked up.’

It looks like it was pushed off a cliff.