Main Character Hides His Strength

ng will return to normal.”

Largo spoke with confidence in her voice.

“If he really did love you.”

Sungchul added suddenly.
Even Bertelgia was surprised.
It was the first time Sungchul had ever uttered a sentimental word like love.

“Isn’t “fruit” like that unnecessary?”

“What do you mean?”

Largo spoke indignantly.

“It’s as I said.
In other words, you have to move him emotionally.
If you’re not going to change, everything will revert back regardless of whether you have the kid or not.”

Sungchul said everything on his mind, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit of regret.
This wasn’t like him.
People like Largo who would just flow through his life should have been left alone, but he ended up speaking his mind without intending to.

“So what are you telling me to do?”

To make things worse, Largo was now all ears.
He regretted spilling his guts, but it was all too late.
He was now the focus of her passionate gaze, so he continued to stumble along.

“I’m just talking about Anglo… Isn’t he old enough already? Young girls might be nice, but isn’t someone his age looking for a companion for life?”

“For someone who can’t “stand up” you seem to make a lot of sense.
Ok.
What should I do specifically?”

“…”

Sungchul was speechless.
It was because he couldn’t think of anything else to say.
He briefly struggled to think before he found an easy option and suggested it.

“Why don’t you serve him something tasty for now? Homemade food always has a special magical power over men.”

“Homemade food?”

Largo’s eyes shined, and Sungchul knew that he had now crossed the line of no-return, but he was already on top of the bucking bull.
The best option now was to take things to their logical conclusion.
Sungchul made up his mind and continued his advice.

“You said Anglo was a Jap, right? I’ll teach you a decent recipe.”

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Sungchul spun the kitchen knife in his hand in a cool motion.

*

As Sungchul was walking out toward the kitchen after feeding the Tahm Tahm, Largo sought him out at the entrance and blocked his path.
Her face was full of delight for once.

“Just what kind of magic did you use?”

Largo spoke with overflowing energy.
Sungchul who saw this thought to himself.

‘Looks like it was a success.’

He had showcased to Largo a few dishes that a Japanese person might enjoy.
They weren’t fancy dishes, but ordinary family ones.
According to Largo, Anglo-Saxon Boy had even shed tears as he ate her boiled beef and potato stew.
It was a matter of course that Largo had earned a few more points in Angle-Saxon Boy’s eyes.
It was just a bonus that the young girl eating with them looked sour.

“It was the first time that person made such an expression to me after I was first chased out to the kitchen.”

“That’s good.”

Sungchul didn’t show it, but he felt quite good.
It filled him with pride that his dish actually had a practical benefit on a person’s life.
He showed her a few more dishes that Anglo-Saxon Boy might enjoy, and Largo continued to gain Anglo-Saxon Boy’s favor.

At some point Sungchul saw a desperate moment in which Largo was biting down in order to resist the temptation of narcotics and cigarettes, and truthfully, it was good to see.
Sungchul waited for New Year’s Eve with a joyful heart. 

Like the flow of a river, time passed by quickly.

Sungchul went with Largo to go buy groceries.

Buying groceries was originally something Sungchul did alone, but Largo begged for him to teach her how to buy good ingrediants so he had no choice but to let her come.

Largo no longer wore fancy outfit nor treat Sungchul like a servant.

And there were another objective in them leaving the house together.

“The location is decided.
It’s the abandoned house in Rust Green Alley.”

Largo saw the secret mark from the Cult of Extinction had been discreetly posted onto the noticeboard in front of the Section Eight’s Administrative building, and she alerted Sungchul of the meeting place.
Only two days remained which wasn’t all that much time.

As Sungchul kept himself busy, he happened to run into a couple, Kimchi and his other half.

“Hey look who it is! Hey! Kimchi! It’s been so long!”

Largo waved her arm and ran over to Kimchi while acting friendly.
Kimchi wasn’t quite adjusted to Largo who had undergone a drastic transformation within a short period of time, and he responded to her with a befuddled expression on his face.
When Sungchul filled him a moment later, Kimchi finally recognized her changed form and greeted her warmly.
Largo also approached Sunghae amiably.

“You’re quite a beauty as I’ve heard.
Well, not as much as me when I was younger, but… Anyways, where are you coming from? Looking at your nice clothes, you must’ve come from another Section.”

Sunghae lightly laughed in reply.

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“It’s because of the child in my belly.

“Child?”

It was obvious why Largo would show interest.
Sunghae who wasn’t aware of her situation only smiled with her eyes and spoke honestly.

“I feel bad for the child… but for us to survive, we were going to receive consultation with the Sect of Mura.”

Kimchi held Sunghae’s shoulder tight and tried to put on a relaxed smile, while Sunghae responded to his gesture with another smiling with her eyes. 

Largo, who saw this exchange, looked awkward.
Kimchi, who had no way of knowing her mental state, tapped Sungchul’s shoulder to change topics.

“She’s going to be hospitalized tomorrow! We gathered all of our money and paid the lump sum already! You’ve should’ve seen their expression change from when they first saw us like insects because we were from Section Eight!”

On the other hand, Sungchul could feel that Largo’s expression was shifting.
He quickly bid farewell.

“Well, we’re actually in a rush, so we’ll take off first.”

Sungchul brought Largo back to Anglo-Saxon Boy’s estate.
As expected, her mental state was not good.
She had brought a cigarette that she had been resolutely avoiding for the past few days to her lips once again.
Largo spoke with trembling hands while sucking on her cigarette.

“You might have been right.”

When Sungchul looked over with no particular expression, she continued on with a bitter tone.

“That true love doesn’t need something tangible.”

Largo had a resolute expression, as though she had decided on something in her mind.
Sungchul had a bad premonition about the whole thing, but he decided that it might not be such a bad thing after all.
If Largo is to live on, she will have to sacrifice a life in the end.
This realization might have come through unexpected means, but it was a hurdle she had to overcome at some point.
Sungchul left her with her thoughts.

Since that day, two days had passed.
The greatest celebration of La Grange, to bid farewell to the past year while greeting the upcoming one, arrived.

It was a night in which everyone slept while dreaming of a magnificent celebration.
Two ominous shadows revealed themselves within the Catacombs which Roxanne’s gang controlled.

“Don’t you think we should stop here for now? It’s not like a fallen country will be reborn because of this.”

The female mage with glasses turned toward the blade wielding man and spoke in a prim voice.
The blade wielding man smirked and shook his head.

“You’re right, but we can’t just watch it all happen, right? Could we just let those Empire bastards that sold us to the Calamity enjoy themselves?”

“Well, I agree with you on that one, but…”

“Then let’s go.
Phoebe Converse! To smear poop onto the Emperor’s face.”

Phantom Executor.
The murderer that had thrown the Empire into a crucible of terror had without hesitation cut away the metal chain holding shut the Catacombs’ entrance.