I’ll Make It a Bad Ending Like a Villain

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She did not want to draw out any more memories from the past.
She wanted to bury all her memories deep in the ground, turned away from them until they rotted away.

 

“What? Our team all woke up too!”

 

One of the remaining teams hurriedly exclaimed.

 

Now there were two teams left.

 

Filina stood up and looked at Henry.
She could see his furrowed brow.
The deeply indented wrinkles were also depressing.

 

That said, she didn’t want to say nice things to him like Leon and Bessie.

 

She would not support him.

 

She wanted Henry to feel more pain than she did.

 

But if it wasn’t a wound caused by me, it didn’t help.

 

Filina forcibly grabbed his uniform and pulled him close.

 

“Sir Argeny.”

 

Leon and Bessie looked at her with surprised faces.

 

But Filina just looked at Henry in her hands.

 

She said with a small laugh.

 

“Just live in your hallucination for the rest of your life.”

 

Bessie looked at Filina with a stunned face.
He doubted her ears if she had heard it wrong.

 

“Wasn’t Sir Argeny a puppet of the house?”

 

But Filina continued speaking again with a low chuckle, and Bessie had not misheard her.

 

“Don’t go against the Duke’s word too much.”

 

She suddenly wanted to try it out.

 

How dangerous it would be to really offend him.

 

When she died in her second life, was Henry’s reason for losing his reason merely a flow?

 

What did his murky eyes mean as he tightened her neck as if he were possessed by something?

 

And was the image of Henry weeping sadly in the hallucination real or imaginary?

 

Filina looked at him coldly.
His expression, even more distorted than before, meant that her words had worked to some extent.

 

Filina smiled faintly and said.

 

“Sir Argeny looks a lot like your father….!”

 

She could not finish her words.
At the same time, Filina’s shoulders turned violently back.

 

She immediately came across red, bloodshot eyes.
The hand that touched her shoulder gripped tightly.

 

Henry was staring fiercely at Filina.

 

She thought that perhaps he might lose his reason and try to kill her, as he had in the past.

 

But the reason her thoughts and actions moved separately was because she did not feel the sense of dread  that she always felt every time she died.

 

Henry would not kill her this time.

 

She didn’t know how she had suddenly become so sure.

 

“Now, calm down! Sir Argeny!”

 

At that moment, Bessie, who was next to him, approached with a panicked look and stopped him.

 

Fillia stared at Henry with an expressionless face.
As she did so, she spat out in a muffled voice, lifting her mouth in a twitch.

 

“It’s a shame.
I thought you would stay in your hallucination and wouldn’t wake up forever.”

 

“…..Why?”

 

Henry looked down at her, his lips finally parting.

 

“Why does Sir Debussy always say such mean things to me?”

 

Filina felt sorry for his red, bloodshot eyes, like a child forced to swallow his cry.

 

His face was still haunted by hallucinations.

 

Filina, who was staring at Henry like that, smiled nonchalantly.

 

“Isn’t it easy to see why?”

 

Her firm voice rang out in the quiet atmosphere.

 

“Because I don’t like Sir Argeny.”

 

Filina’s voice caused a commotion in the air around her.
Everyone in the performance hall was looking at the two.

 

She had said it publicly and proudly that she hated the young master of Argeny.

 

Henry stared at her without any expression on his face.
His cold, sunken eyes gave off a stolid atmosphere.

 

But it was short-lived.

 

He dropped his gaze with a slow movement and murmured with a pitiful look on his face.

 

“…… I don’t really like Sir Debussy either.”

 

It was a childish reply.

 

Henry, too, was aware of this and frowned.
Then he raised himself, glancing at Filina.

 

As the huge shadow disappeared, the dazzling sunlight pierced Filina’s eyes.

 

Henry reached out to her with a hesitant motion, but Filina ignored him and raised herself up.

 

“Everyone, pay attention.
The training is all over.”

 

At the sound of Lawrence’s voice, all the cadets who had been watching Henry and Filina turned their heads forward.

 

“The groups that have not yet awakened should stay behind to receive supplemental class.”

 

Filina’s team was fortunately not the last.
So they avoided the supplemental classes.

 

The cadet who was still not awake from the hallucination shortly after Lawrence’s words, was given digestive medicine.

 

Hilariously, the moment the fruit was digested, the hallucinatory reaction disappeared.
Of course, the cadet woke up immediately.

 

Anyway, it was the same feeling of emptiness.

 

“You have to prepare for the examinations for your promotion.
You must make up for your deficiencies and develop your physical strength sufficiently.”

 

At Lawrence’s words, the cadets all looked at each other with nervous faces.

 

If they failed to advance to the rank of common knight, they would receive a warning.
The second warning would be eviction.

 

They would not know what assignments would be given for the advancement exams.
Bessie said that every year there would be a new pattern of exams.

 

The class ended in such a hectic atmosphere that the day passed quickly.

 

That night, a small commotion occurred.

 

The story was that someone had broken down the door to the breeding ground and killed one of the high level demons.