After I Stopped Sponsoring, the Female Leads Began Obsessing Over Me - Chapter 287



287 – Heroine

Heroine.

The female leads who leads the work.

It was even said that most of those who choose this game play it because they fall in love with the charms of the heroines.

To that extent, the heroines of Pantaaka were attractive.

…Even though fighting those heroines was a daily routine for me, Ian Black Angus.

If you look at it, there is really no luck.

In a world where heroines are attractive, you were possessed by a fate that made you doubt the heroines.

Actually, I have no regrets now.

I made many more wonderful colleagues.

Nevertheless, I still have things to sort out with the heroines.

The truth is, who pushed me, or more precisely, this body that I possessed, from the rooftop.

Four heroines.

Among them, the heroine I first resolved my doubts about was Lina Roswell.

I can’t see where she is now, but she is a red-haired girl with unique sociability and liveliness.

Her family, the Earl of Roswell, is located near the Great Forest, a forest that occupies the center of the continent. As a daughter of a family rumored to have elf blood, she has an outstanding appearance and friendly personality.

Although Lina was extremely popular, she had a particularly bad relationship with me.

So much so that they attack you with magic from behind.

‘Was it because of the lunch box?’

She stopped eating her packed lunch, and Lina became hungry, and as a result, she lost her mind due to poisonous mushrooms.

In the end, the result was good because we had a physical conversation and resolved the misunderstanding.

I am now a member of the Dessert Research Club and a valuable colleague.

Then.

Second heroine, Sharon Pierce.

A personality as cold as cold blue hair.

The daughter of the Pierce family, the greatest swordsmanship family on the continent.

A personality that inherits the strictness of the family head.

Her first impression was definitely the same as the setting.

The confrontation with Sharon was quite fatal. She drew her sword, attacked the family, and even killed her father.

And.

There was competition with her throughout the entire process.

Sharon Pierce was a fierce competitor and a fallen competitor.

But it cannot be denied.

She helped me a lot with the final scenario.

This is the story of when I was thrown by the Void Godhead.

When the firepower of the skills fired before me was so strong that I was unable to peel off the outer shell of the godhead.

— Flash!

The cold sword energy peeled off the outer layer of the godhead.

She knows because she used to compete with her.

That was definitely Sharon’s sword skills

It was a sword that contained everything about her.

As a result.

Sharon said to have lost her senses due to exhaustion and is receiving treatment.

Since all of her true energy has been used up, it will take a long time for her to recover.

And.

“… Ian!”

The third heroine shouted at me.

Aria Lumines.

Black hair covers the eyes, making it hard to see what’s in front of you. A gloomy expression. A body that protrudes and recedes to the point where the saint’s clothes no longer look sacred.

Not only his appearance but also his personality and way of speaking he is gloomy …

Anyway, she is still a saint.

A guy with overwhelming amount and quality of divine power.

The conflict with Aria… What should I say.

Ian Black Angus, that is, it came about because the owner of my body was a past that she wanted to erase.

When Aria was in the most difficult and painful time, it was Ian Black Angus who was by her side.

Aria, who became a candidate for sainthood, wanted to put her dark past behind her.

Therefore, she had ample motivation to want to push Ian Black Angus away.

— Jeopuk, Jeopuk.

As you get closer, you can see the expression changing.

Arya looked surprised and happy, and then tears began to form in the corners of her eyes.

Emilia, who was next to her, avoided her gaze and bit her lip. She looks at me again and smiles.

I stood in front of Aria.

She opens her mouth with difficulty, very difficult.

“Everything… I’m glad, Ian.”

“It’s been a while, Aria.”

“Ha… Yes. Thank you… Wow. Thank you for coming back to life. I’m really, really glad…”

Aria grabbed my shirt as if she was doing penance.

“Bo, I missed you. Really. I really missed you, Ian.”

“Aria.”

“I have a lot to say to you Ian. There’s so much I want to apologize for and so much I want to talk about…”

It’s always been like this whenever I see her lately. She holds the crotch of her pants and cries or clings to her. It is a clear manifestation of guilt.

Then, there is only one question I have to ask here.

Arya’s guilt. Could that be proof that she pushed her blade off her rooftop? It was confirmed that neither Lina nor Sharon were the culprits. The only remaining suspects are Aria and Emilia.

“Aria.”

Aria raises her head at my words.

She leaned her body forward as if she would listen to whatever I had to say.

This is the perfect situation to interrogate Aria.

‘… Hmm.’

But I kept my mouth shut.

It’s a simple calculation.

Is there anything you can gain by interrogating Aria here?

“Can I be sure you are harmless now?”

“No, no harm… ?”

Aria tilted her head at my sudden noise.

That was enough of an answer.

What kind of answer is that?

That’s right, this question wasn’t directed at Aria.

The seat next to her.

— Flinch

I didn’t miss Emilia’s slightly trembling pupils.

In fact, Aria has already dug up as much as she can. She is me, who has both led her into her bewilderment and her despair. She even asked him directly if he was the culprit.

If we tried to interrogate Aria now, she had a lot to lose.

For example, if Aria is not the culprit, she is Emilia, who naturally becomes a suspect.

Assuming Emilia is the culprit, she will bombard Aria with her questions while she comes up with a way to deal with my questions. Emilia’s intelligence and ability to see things must be extraordinary.

I scratched my chin and looked away.

Emilia Raymond.

The woman looking at us with her brilliant blonde hair is amazingly beautiful.

The best on the continent, Raymond’s top women’s food.

Based on her innate political sense and social ability, she actively participated in the competition to succeed to the top. Right now, she is not enough to hold the position of successor, and his influence within the guild is above that of the guild leader.

I admit it.

The path I took after being possessed was certainly a series of splendid and great achievements, and in the end, I achieved things that I could not normally dream of.

However, only the degree is different, Emilia’s actions are also by no means ordinary.

A mere freshman at the Academy broke the succession competition of the continent’s best guild and almost took control of the guild (even though there was interference from me and Sylvia in the process).

Emilia’s actions were clearly as splendid as a Duke.

Just enough so that you don’t feel like she’s a player or something other than a character.

“You’re still beautiful today, Emilia.”

“Ah…”

I smiled brightly at her. I deliberately added a bit of humor to her laugh. Emilia was embarrassed. I could hear her eyes rolling as if she was trying to decide what to say.

Looking back, it was like this.

Emilia’s attitude she has been steadily changing. At the beginning of the semester, she was a young lady, but at some point, she became a dark figure by anonymously taking on heroines, and she even revealed her blade to the point where she had an open confrontation with me.

She was colorful.

It’s like a clown acting.

Of course, I am not impatient enough to point that out right away. Rather, it was Emilia who was impatient.

Light but definitely strong finger joints.

Fine muscles around the mouth tremble slightly.

She was clearly nervous and wary of me.

She’s just pretending it doesn’t happen.

“Thank you for coming to help.”

“Yes?”

“I heard about your performance from Sylvia.”

“Ah.”

“Honestly, I didn’t think you would come to help us with so many mercenaries. If it weren’t for you, the academy would have been in great danger. So thank you.”

I laughed. As harmlessly as possible. I sincerely thank you for your help.

Emilia was silent for a moment. They seem to be checking the truth of my words.

Of course I told the truth.

It is true that I am grateful. Therefore, it is not acting.

Emilia’s mouth opened.

“… Honestly.”

It was a harsh tone of voice. The way he speaks seems to have let go of everything, including acting.

“Didn’t you feel, Ian? That I hated you and that I bullied you.”

“It’s all in the past.”

“But—”

Her face kept twitching. At first, he seemed to doubt my intentions, but now it was fading away and relief was coming.

Her heart clearly wanted peace. So I told her what she wanted to hear.

“Without your help, the academy would have been destroyed. All of my colleagues would have died or been seriously injured.”

“…”

“I know what’s important. I mean—”

I held out my hand to Emilia.

“Thank you.”

Emilia is good at acting with facial expressions. However, I was able to identify the slight gap. Embarrassment. And her eyes were slightly misaligned, as if she was being stabbed somewhere.

When I thought about when my observation skills got so good, I realized it was because of the librarian.

Anyway.

Emilia’s expression brightened and she held my hand.

There was no more embarrassment or doubt on her face.

“Thanks for your understanding, Ian.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m sorry for all this time.”

“Just get along well from now on.”

“Yes.”

Emilia smiled brightly, as if she had just had a moment.

I also smiled at her.

“Should we change seats? “I heard we’re having a campfire.”

I led Aria and Emilia to the collapsed student council room on the second floor.

People are huddled together under the completely blown-off roof.

In the large space where the student council room was, broken tables and chairs were piled up and set on fire.

From noble mtl dot come

“Ah…”

Laughter erupts from around the vice president of the student body, Iris, as she sighs.

Iris soon had to smile too.

— Crack, crack!

A sky full of stars.

The flame of a campfire lights up the dark night sky.

The sound of clinking glasses.

The sound of laughter.

A calm night breeze.

Suddenly this thought occurred to me.

I hope everything will be this peaceful from now on.

I wish the ending credits would roll like this and end with ‘Everyone lived happily for a long time without any major incidents.’ To do that, there is something that needs to be done.

When all the atmosphere was ripe.

When everyone is so happy that they don’t know what they are talking about because they are drunk.

I remember one thing I learned from my fight with the blood demon.

The fact is that special moves must be kept hidden until the very end.

Jeopuk.

I approached Emilia, who was quenching her thirst with alcohol.

“I have a question. Can I ask you something?”

“Yes. Anything.”

The flames of the campfire warmly illuminate her face.

Her face was full of laughter.

After spending an hour, the tension was relieved.

It was a smile that made even me feel good.

“So. Did you enjoy this game enough?”

“…Yes?”

“Emilia Raymond. No.”

Beyond the crackling flames, I quietly opened my mouth.

“Developer.”