I Became a Framed Villain

89 – Choices

– Kyaureuk, Kyaureuk…!

“Wow.”

Since the day of my duel with Lumia, I have been living with ‘the concept of death’ in a hospital room located in the secret hideout of the Dominating Hands.

– Kyurrr…!

“It’s amazing.”

The reason was simple.

It was because the concept of death himself, who is poking at Kyureuk, who is wriggling tentacles with his head sticking out from my stomach, with curious eyes, requested it himself.

– Kyureuk!

“…Ouch.”

By the way, the corpse of the saint I swallowed is said to be useful in the Dominating Hands research team, and the concepts of Miracle Shine and music that went out of mind are enshrined in the annex.

From what I’ve heard, it’s a confinement room no matter how you think about it. I have confirmed with my own eyes that three meals are served well, so I have no complaints.

“…Don’t bully me.”

“Oh.”

Anyway, I wish I could take the concept of death somewhere like those guys, but suddenly I ended up being a babysitter who didn’t even know what to do with it.

“………..”

Although he is the most powerful knight among the 4 knights of the Apocalypse, the guy in front of me right now is a child who looks only 12 to 14 years old.

“You can’t even look at me like that.”

“But…”

Look at that sullen expression since I can’t even touch Kyureuk right now.

“…It’s the first time I’ve ever touched anything in my life.”

It’s hard to believe that that seemingly innocent child will grow into a being who will cover the world with death in just a few years.

“Come on.”

“……?”

Looking at her guy with her slightly disturbed eyes, I reached out her right hand to her, sighing as soon as she did.

“Touch.”

“Dying? If I touch…”

“I’m not dying.”

“…Ah.”

As long as her hand touches her life form, she will take away the life she dwells in regardless of her will, but she can’t take my life away for some reason.

“You keep touching me, so Kyureuk gets stressed out. So just play with my arm.”

In other words, it must be that I am the only one who can approach her, who is born with her destiny that can only be avoided by everyone else.

“………”

She stared at my arm with her blank eyes, then slowly stretched her hand out in front of me.

“Suck.”

She takes a deep breath and then she grabs my arms with both of her hands.

– Casting casting…

In that state, the corner of the mouth of the concept of death, which had been rubbing my arm like making clay, starts to rise slowly.

“…hehehe.”

A bright laugh escaped from his mouth before long.

“It’s amazing.”

Listening to the innocent voice behind that laugh makes me feel strange for some reason.

‘…Will that dream actually happen?’

The concept of death, which I witnessed in a dream a few days ago, about five years from now.

Unlike now, her expression and eyes, worn out and completely stained with despair, are still good in my eyes.

‘No matter how you think about it, it’s not a meaningless fantasy.’

I hope that it is a meaningless fantasy created by my tired mind, but I already subconsciously know that it is not.

I am several times more evil, several times more cruel, and several times more impulsive.

And those are the common symptoms of ‘villainization’ that Dyce explained.

“It’s a bit rough.”

“………”

Usually, it is said that villains go rampant in an evil state with such symptoms taking over their bodies.

And one of the main tasks of Dominating Hands is to beat those villains before the hero catches them, bring them back to their senses, and then incorporate them into the organization.

‘…But strangely enough, I didn’t suffer from those symptoms.’

When the system called ‘Villain’s Road’ first appeared in front of my eyes, I felt various impulsive emotions.

But that’s all, I’ve never been caught up in the side effects of ‘villainization’ that usually appears and run rampant.

“…….Hmm.”

In that case, what if I had those symptoms by any chance?

Could it be that the dream I’ve been having lately is showing me the world line where the side effects of ‘villainization’ appeared?

“………”

There is no basis yet, and it is only speculation with a remarkably low probability.

However, the feeling of déjà vu every time I have that strange dream somehow whispers that it is true.

‘…But, if it’s real, it’s kind of weird.’

But if it’s real, why is Dyce being so nice to me?

The fact that she made her return is practically a fait accompli.

But there’s no reason for her to go that far for me if I was the kind of garbage person from her dreams in the previous episode.

Above all, when I asked her directly the other day, she replied that I was a good person. There was no lie in her voice.

“Mmm.”

Then what is the truth?

Am I a bad villain like I appeared in my dream in the previous car, or was I a person everyone in the alliance could rely on, as Dice said.

“…What do you know?”

I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but I can’t come to a conclusion.

As well as the relationship between Dice and Kim Era, these issues cannot be resolved unless she speaks up.

‘There are a lot of issues I need to pay attention to right now…’

And rather than that, isn’t it more important to solve the situation right in front of you?

For example, finding a spy hiding in the Dominating Hands, or using the information extracted from the saintess to kill all the 7 main agents except Miracle Shine.

In addition, it is also necessary to investigate the 4 knights of the Apocalypse and find out information about the ‘great being’ that they are known to possess one by one.

And if there is anything left to do.

“…Lumia.”

As if she had a dual personality, she revealed another side of her, and it is necessary to investigate the authenticity of her remarks.

Honestly, I feel like I’m going to explode right now because of that, but I’m forcibly controlling it with my hypnotic ability.

Can’t we call it hypnosis now?

“Ha ha…”

I don’t even know what I am anymore.

Maybe I was a monster like my sister said.

“………”

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No, monsters are right. I am.

– Aduk…

“…Ouch.”

I was staring at the ceiling with darkened eyes involuntarily, but I suddenly felt pain at the tip of my finger.

– Mumbling…

The concept of death with my finger in its mouth, silently muttering, looking up at me.

“…….”

I am a child who has no regrets for what he does. If there is something mysterious, don’t you put it in your mouth and look at it unconditionally, but isn’t it completely lacking in common sense?

– Swoop…

While looking down at her like that, I unknowingly stretched out my other hand and stroked her hair, and the concept of her death began to tilt her head with her eyes wide open.

‘…I don’t want to bond with people anymore.’

For those who have become close to me, no one has had a good ending.

I think Pandora is going crazy because of that, but I have no intention of giving it to a kid like this.

“……It’s Jiji.”

“Support?”

“It’s dirty, that’s it.”

But for some reason, I don’t get a cold reaction. It is a level at which the body instinctively rejects it.

“Bee…”

“Wait a minute, I’m playing with a doll alone over there.”

I gritted my teeth and forcibly pulled my finger out of his mouth, and I forcibly lifted my still unrecovered body and stood up.

“…Where are you going?”

Then, she grabbed my sleeve and tilted her head.

“You don’t know.”

“…Chii.”

As I was quietly looking at my smartphone, which vibrated earlier, I heard a slightly pouting voice from the side.

“………”

However, I didn’t have the nerve to spend on her right now.

[DICE: Can you come to my room for a minute?]

The message Paradise had just sent me was caught in my gaze.

[Lumia: Shall we meet once, senpai?]

But for some reason, I wonder if it was because I was more attracted to an unexpected message with location information sent a few minutes earlier?

[DICE: I think there’s something I have to tell you.]

[Lumia: As a gallows student, I’d like to have a little chat.]

My hand, which had been watching those two messages in silence, tapped the screen of my smartphone as if it were slipping.

[RiverSky: Let’s go now.]

It was less than a second before the unread mark with the number 1 disappeared.

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Meanwhile, at that time.

“…What do you mean?”

Minamoto Himari was lying in the bedroom next door to the hospital where Rumia was admitted, located in the center of the artificial island.

“Your grandfather… Passed away?”

“…I have nothing to say.”

“That can’t be.”

When she heard the report she received from the president’s secretary, who had just arrived at her hospital, she put on a pale expression and began to shake her hands.

“There’s no way her grandfather will die. He must have been fine until a few days ago…”

“Take it.”

Her secretary, who was looking at her with her strange eyes, took something out of her arms.

“…What is this?”

“It’s a keepsake.”

The secretary’s eyes grow slightly cold.

“The chairman left it for the young lady.”

The USB, as cold as her eyes, was shining in Himari’s hand.