After I Stopped Sponsoring, the Female Leads Began Obsessing Over Me - Chapter 288



288 – Heroine’s Escape

Crack, crack.

The bonfire burns red.

Is the air shaking with the heat of the flame?

Emilia’s expression seemed complex enough to be difficult to define in one word.

Embarrassment, confusion, coolness, thirst…

“Ah…”

A faint sigh flowed from the small open mouth of her.

The countless expressions that pass by in that moment are probably a condensation of the emotions she has brought on.

The broken mask and the emotions flowing out.

It was the moment I had planned.

Even without remembering the modern hallucinations I experienced after losing my mind.

By planning an after-party, we created an atmosphere where tension could be reduced.

Also, I didn’t bother to question Aria.

It was everyone’s plan to manipulate Emilia’s feelings and create a gap for her.

A gap was needed.

Because Emilia Raymond is that smart and cunning.

It was not her knowledge as a game player, but her conclusion from observing her here.

The silence I gained like that.

This silence, as short as three breaths, is an answer in itself.

Emilia’s lips trembled slightly.

She knows that her excessive silence is positive.

Emilia was that smart.

“Dog… Developer? What is that?”

Even the answer is logically flawless.

If here, ‘Developer? If she answered ‘Isn’t it?’, It would be tantamount to proving that she at least knows the word developer.

Was her answer satisfactory enough?

Emilia raised her head.

Confidence regained.

Looking at the captured expression, a small smile came out without me knowing.

Her numbers were clearly visible

If I explain what a developer is, they’ll probably accuse me of being a crazy person and say I’m talking nonsense.

Of course, I have no intention of hanging out.

“Do you remember Emilia… No, the developer? The day you and I hit the boat.”

“What else is Kibae…”

“You said that the heroines who gave everything they could but didn’t give their heart to were ungrateful. And there was one culprit among them.”

“Well, I don’t know what Ian is talking about.”

“Even if you don’t know, just listen.”

There is no reason to fall into Emilia’s pace and hand over the initiative to her. I deliberately took a step closer to her. Thanks to Emilia taking a few steps back, we came into the shadow of the light.

“At first, I thought you, the developer, were Ian Black Angus. You’re crazy about women, and you put a burden on people by giving them away for no reason. You expect something in return.”

“What…What…”

“So, after I was possessed, I naturally thought without realizing it. Developer, you wouldn’t be in this world. That was a flaw in my thoughts. If it had been the crazy things you did before I was possessed, I would definitely have been watching from somewhere. The attitude you showed, the patheticness you showed. Obviously. You probably wanted to voyeurize, right? As close as possible.”

“…Ha.”

Emilia lets out a small sigh without realizing it.

It seems that trying to figure out personality is working well.

“I’m sure you wanted to see it with your own eyes. How other players target the heroines. Since you can never do it alone, it must have been the next best solution. But is that okay? You learn by watching someone target the heroines you think are yours. You either have bad taste or you have no pride.”

“… You.”

“Anyway, you should see how the player uses Ian’s body to seduce the heroine. Then the criminal is in the way, right? So, you possessed the criminal’s body. The criminal is you, and you are the developer.”

I looked at her, her face, her

Emilia had no answer.

Only her her hand her her holding the hem of her skirt her her wriggled.

What are you thinking?

Here are my thoughts.

According to the circumstances, the developer was originally Ian Black Angus.

However, I felt disillusioned with the situation where the heroines were unable to attack. Therefore, I tried to possess the players and figure out a strategy. I looked around while possessing the body of the criminal who was in the way.

According to this assumption, several more assumptions are derived.

This world is being repeated over and over again by that guy’s hands.

Or there are speculations that the developer is a being close to God.

“The same world must be repeating itself over and over again. There must have been more possessed people than me. I wonder how the repetition is accomplished. Someone’s reincarnation? Return?”

“…”

Emilia’s eyes were almost glaring at me now.

“Or reversing the records?”

Emilia. Developer of Panta x Aka.

No, I think the term manager would be more appropriate than the term developer.

She thinks of this world too easily and lightly, like a toy, to be a creator. I got the power to manage the world just by accident. That would be suitable.

Emilia bit her lip.

She opened her mouth.

“If. If so.”

Emilia’s voice was clearly full of anger.

There was no longer even the slightest amount of smoke left.

Even the tone of speech changed.

“So Ian, what can you do? What can you do if I reset this world again?”

There is nothing you can do.

I shrugged.

“I might be able to catch you.”

“Catch it…?”

“Yes. And I will stop it.”

“What?”

“Never again sacrifice people to satisfy your useless needs. Neither the player nor the people who live here are your toys.”

Emilia lowered her head.

Beyond that, I could see the half-collapsed academy. A huge scar that cannot be erased has been engraved on this once brilliant place.

How many times did this happen again for this guy’s entertainment?

“Kuh…Kukkuk.”

Emilia’s shoulders shook.

It wasn’t regret or reflection.

She raised her head again and was smiling with only one corner of her mouth raised.

“Let’s try it.”

She put her hands in her pockets.

— Squeaky!

The sound of a scroll tearing.

Emilia’s appearance disappeared.

◆

— There is nothing wrong with the alumni.

— The same goes for the preface. They say they are nowhere to be seen in the north or south.

As soon as Emilia disappeared, the surveillance network that had been established in advance began operating.

Even though it’s a surveillance network, it’s nothing special. It’s just the cooperation of a few loud-mouthed people, including Danya and Lina, and the use of the communication network and magic barrier created for the war against the Shale Church.

Thanks to this, it was confirmed that Emilia did not run away from her home.

—Thank you everyone. Good job.

Now, how do we find our developers?

One of the good things about the search is that the academy was completely destroyed. It feels really uncomfortable to call this a good news, but anyway.

When I recall in my head some buildings that still retain their proper shape, one building that particularly catches my eye comes to mind.

I was concerned about the person guarding that place.

I was concerned about the meaning of that place.

I headed there.

Has the earth been shaken by the fight against the void?

— Wow!

The front door of the building, which had always opened softly, opened and a heavy breathing sound came out.

“…”

I flinched slightly.

Because here, you always have to act quietly.

But this place, which was always busy with meaningless things, was now infinitely quiet.

Well.

After life is over and the festival is in full swing, no one would bother to come here.

Nevertheless.

There is always someone who consistently protects the place.

I greeted her as she sat at her desk.

“It’s been a while.”

Grumbling.

The page of the book she was looking at turns one page.

At first glance, it may seem like ignorance, but it is not.

The librarian nodded more faintly than the moonlight.

“The library looks pretty safe, doesn’t it?”

In response to my question, she silently raised her hand and pointed to the ceiling. Traces of a thick barrier remained. After all, records are more important than anything else. Perhaps the safest place in the academy was the library.

I sat down on the information desk.

It was okay to say something, but the librarian quietly turned the book one more page.

The stack of pages held in my right hand is small.

It seems to be the ending part.

The moonlight illuminates the spine of the book.

It must have been so long that the spines of the book were all torn apart.

“What number is it?”

“Two hundred and thirty-seven times.”

“Don’t you get tired of reading that much?”

Did he nod or did he do something?

It’s hard to know this time.

So I asked.

“What number is this world?”

Blink, blink.

Her long, sky-blue eyelashes shine like the waves of a calm lake bathed in moonlight.

She was asking.

‘How do you know that?’

I didn’t necessarily say the answer out loud.

I sometimes felt that when talking to the librarian.

That she answers more than I ask.

And that the answer sometimes precedes my question.

Above all —

“Two hundred and thirty-seven times.”

— I felt like I knew her expression

The librarian’s emotions were worn out.

From noble mtl dot come

Like the worn spine of the book she holds in her hand.

“You must be sick of it.”

I asked the same question again.

But this time the answer was clear.

Salang —

The librarian shook her head, just as her hair came to mind.

“Surprising. Why?”

She was silent for a moment.

Unless the question can be answered with ‘yes’ or ‘no’, she always thinks for a moment.

The librarian’s lips opened.

“You.”

“Me?”

“Unexpected.”

A short two word answer.

But the meaning was fully conveyed.

I guess it was fun because I did something so unpredictable.

Puheup.

I smiled and opened my mouth without realizing it.

“This is an honor.”

Is it my imagination that the librarian’s cheeks are slightly swollen?

Let’s apologize first.

“I’m sorry. I laughed because I really liked it. It made me feel good that you were a little less tired of me.”

For someone who has experienced the repetitive world 237 times, it is truly an honor to be stimulated.

Putting that honor aside for a moment, I asked the librarian a question, as always.

“Can you tell me? Where is Emilia?”

“Request denied.”

“…”

The atmosphere suddenly became cold.

The most surprising thing is that the librarian’s left eye was frowning.

The biggest expression she has ever captured.

Once again, her mouth was firmly opened.

“Infeasible request.”

Frowning around the left eye.

“How could it not work?”

“Impossible. I have to follow orders.”

“Then…”

I didn’t give up and asked her because she looked clearly upset.

“What order was the order you received?”

“Thirteenth time.”

“That command is only valid then. And.”

A librarian looking up at me without an answer.

She swept her bangs to the side as she kept frowning around one of her eyes.

Blood flowing like a thread.

It’s bound to hurt because her hair keeps touching the wound.

I said, taking out her bandage and putting it on her forehead.

“Isn’t it hard? Being the only one who remembers the changing world.”

There was no change in the librarian’s expression.

But I know.

She has read many books here,

Only I can read her face

So.

“I’ll remember you too from now on.”

There is no change in the librarian’s expression.

However, there was a single tear in the corner of my eye.

Maybe that’s it—

“…A bug occurred.”

It may be.

“As a temporary measure, access rights have been lowered one level. Requester’s identity has been verified. Pass verification has been completed.”

She took out a piece of her note.

Square Square.

“Here.”

The note was written in neat handwriting.

— A record of repetition. Library basement [A00 ~ 988] Area.

A classification system I have never seen before.

Below that, there were more letters written at the end of the margin of worry.

— Please.