The sword pointed at my neck gave off a cool energy. I was so scared that my life would be in danger if I swallowed my saliva incorrectly that I even held my breath.
Clyde stared at me with eyes sharper than a blade. “Don’t you have anything to say? Then you’ll be in trouble.”
Shriiik. The sword scratched the golden cord and dug deeper inside. It felt like the sharp blade would touch my skin at any moment.
Ding!
[The Constellation ‘Clyde’s in-law’ has sponsored 100,000 coins.]
[What’s wrong with Clyde? If there’s a misunderstanding, resolve it with a kiss.]
I raised my hands with my palms open like a suspect in front of a police officer’s gun. However, unlike my gestures calling for surrender, my mouth criticized the injustice. “I solved the basilisk problem, but isn’t it too much to be treated like this all of a sudden?”
Clyde answered my protest clearly. “Yes, thank you for that. That’s why I’m being kind enough to ask why you’re here?”
Hey, you crazy guy. How can this be considered kind? Contrary to my anger, I moved my mouth as politely as possible. “I came to see Lord Clyde. I have an important matter, so would you please put this sword away?”
“Why me?”
“Even if it’s not like this way, a low-level angel like me will die if you decide. But why are you making such a useless threat?”
Perhaps convinced by my logical persuasion, Clyde put his sword into the subspace. “…You’re a rare, fearless low-level angel. “
The way he looked at me was the same. Anyway, it’s not bad so far. If a ‘rare’ response came out of Clyde’s mouth, it could be considered a positive sign. He hated angels who all thought, acted, and lived similarly as if they were produced in a factory.
[“If this is life, is there a reason to live?”]
…That was Clyde’s thought. He had completely opposite values to his twin. Nevertheless, the two considered each other special and affectionate. They were almost the only ones who shared the concept of ‘us,’ and this bond and affection went beyond the fact that they were twin brothers. That’s why I felt a sense of duty.
“Please help Lord Ilya.”
Clyde’s expression was slightly distorted by my grim words.
“Help him? That’s the most bullsh*t words I’ve ever heard in my life.”
“If Lord Clyde doesn’t help, he might die.”
Clyde rubbed his eyes as if he were tired. Then he slowly lowered his hand and looked at me with his cold eyes. “That joke is not funny.”
I poured out information as quickly and accurately as I could before he could do anything. “We’re running out of energy to keep the heavenly world alive. At this rate, it will merge with the demon world. The elders plan to make up for the lack of energy by sacrificing you, who possesses great power. Lord Ilya refuses this and takes your place…”
“If they command him to die, I bet that brat would do that.”
Clyde looked thoughtful for a moment, crossing his arms and leaning against the nearby tree. Blue eyes looked at me as if measuring me. As I made eye contact with him, ‘thoughts’ flowed in clearly.
Can I trust this angel? Is it okay to believe this story? But how does this angel know this? What is the identity of this angel? Why do you want to help Ilya?
“…”
It was strange. Clyde was just looking at me, slightly frowning, but I could read his thoughts strangely clearly. Just like the images I get from magical animals. His personal information didn’t appear. This meant that there were no anomalous elements. However, a strange situation that didn’t exist in the game was happening. I felt something in my gut and asked him for one thing.
“Hey, I know this might sound strange. But would you like to hug me just once?”
Ding!
[The Constellation ‘Born From Theresa’s Heart’ has sponsored 100,000 coins.]
[That’s really out of nowhere… I can’t shield with this either.]
Clyde looked wary of my request. “Why should I do that?”
“I don’t mean anything else, but I was wondering if something would change when we hugged.”
“You’re just a crazy angel.”
“My imprinting matching rate with Lord Ilya is 999%.”
Clyde’s expression changed in my calm reply. “999%?”
“Yes.”
“…That can’t be possible,” Clyde muttered like that but could not readily dismiss it as nonsense.
I grumbled weakly with my arms wide open. “Can’t you just give me a hug? It’s not that difficult.”
He sighed with an expression, ‘What is this all about?’ “If nothing happens, you better be prepared.”
“Archangel is so petty…”
“What did you just say?”
“I’ll finish it quickly.”
Before I could be punished, I jumped into Clyde’s arms and hugged him. And that moment.
“I want to kiss you?”
Uh?
Suddenly, ‘memories’ began to appear in my mind. Memories quickly went back to the past, starting from a very recent time.
“Just dream for a moment.”
“Because you’re not Theresa Squire.”
“Today is January 31st.”
“I came to pick up my wife.”
“Take it. It’s the first time I give flowers to a woman.”
.
.
.
“Theresa Squire. You’re prohibited from going out until the vacation is over.”
The moment I remembered the first day of being transmigrated, I shuddered and escaped from Clyde’s arms. “Gasp… Gasp…”
My heart was pounding like crazy. A cold sweat broke out, and my eyes were dizzy. When I stumbled on the floor and felt nauseous, I belatedly wondered if Clyde had shared this memory with me.
I opened my eyes and raised my head. And I knew it the moment I saw him. … He saw it too.
Clyde muttered helplessly with a blank face, like someone who had been stabbed in the back of the head. “This is a dream.”
“…”
“I am dead, and Ilya has become corrupted.”
Haha. Clyde laughed. “That single-minded person made that choice?”
Then, his face distorted, and he began to shed tears like a child who didn’t know what to do. “That… crazy b*stard…!”
Clyde’s sadness shook me so clearly. He was saddened by Ilya’s choice, hated the heavenly world, and frustrated by fate.
At the same time, I staggered up in tears. I wanted to pat him on the back, but I couldn’t. It was a story I made up, a situation I created. I felt dizzy and suffocated with guilt. What bothered me even more was the fact that Clyde’s thoughts and feelings didn’t contain any resentment towards me. Even though he probably knows that this world started because of me.
Clyde soon stopped crying and looked at me with red eyes. We only looked at each other for a while. It was Clyde who broke the silence.
“I understand what the situation is. I’m a character in a human creation, and this world has a predetermined scenario from beginning to end.”
That’s why he had no choice but to die, and Ilya became corrupted. I read out the words that were omitted by his thought.
What should I say? Have other BJs ever faced this situation? How would they have behaved? I wanted to know the answer. I wanted it so desperately. Unlike me, who was wandering around, Clyde quickly became calm.
“All this was natural.”
In the end, I couldn’t bear the guilt and said, “I’m sorry.” It felt so pathetic and helpless to make such an apology. I ended up throwing up because I wanted to feel at ease.
Clyde smirked. “What are you sorry for? For creating this world? For making me born? For trying to save Ilya? Just drop it. I know you don’t have any power to do it.”
“…What?”
“I know that even if you created this world, you didn’t actually create it.”
I looked at him with astonishment. Could it be that he also noticed the existence of Ozworld?
Clyde explained. “Some of your memories were completely inaccessible. However, I felt its presence indirectly. They’re strange entities. Too worldly to be god, yet too powerful to be anything else.”
At that time, the constellation ‘Chaotic Evil,’ which had never revealed its presence since the beginning of my transmigration, showed interest in this situation.
Ding!
[The Constellation ‘Chaotic Evil’ has sponsored 100,000 coins.]
[It’s rare for a character to notice the presence of a channel manager. Isn’t that amazing?]
Ding!
[The Constellation ‘Principle of Order’ has sponsored 100,000 coins.]
[It probably means that Ozworld set the degree of freedom high or that there’s something more.]
Ding!
[The Constellation ‘Chaotic Evil’ has sponsored 100,000 coins.]
[Anyway, I know this BJ is doing something quite interesting.]
Then Clyde spoke. “I want to find out something, so follow me.”
He then pointed to the village with his chin. The village was a place where you could not enter without the trust of the archangel Clyde.
He trusts me. My heart became emotional for no reason. I told the pegasus to stay nearby and entered the village.
Clyde looked around the village with a face that had stopped crying and asked a passing angel. “Where is Jacob?”
“He’s probably at the workshop. He likes making clothes. But who’s the angel next to the Lord? Is she a new family member?”
“It’s not like that.”
Clyde took me to the workshop. There, a masculine angel with a crazy-looking appearance was working hard to make clothes.
“Jacob.”
Jacob, whose name was called, looked back at us curiously and opened his eyes wide. He looked so shocked at me and proposed out of nowhere. “I think I’ve finally found my destined partner. Beautiful Angel, will you marry me?”
The rejection was done by Clyde. “Shut up.”
Smack! A powerful flick on the forehead followed.
The sword pointed at my neck gave off a cool energy. I was so scared that my life would be in danger if I swallowed my saliva incorrectly that I even held my breath.
Clyde stared at me with eyes sharper than a blade. “Don’t you have anything to say? Then you’ll be in trouble.”
Shriiik. The sword scratched the golden cord and dug deeper inside. It felt like the sharp blade would touch my skin at any moment.
Ding!
[The Constellation ‘Clyde’s in-law’ has sponsored 100,000 coins.]
[What’s wrong with Clyde? If there’s a misunderstanding, resolve it with a kiss.]
I raised my hands with my palms open like a suspect in front of a police officer’s gun. However, unlike my gestures calling for surrender, my mouth criticized the injustice. “I solved the basilisk problem, but isn’t it too much to be treated like this all of a sudden?”
Clyde answered my protest clearly. “Yes, thank you for that. That’s why I’m being kind enough to ask why you’re here?”
Hey, you crazy guy. How can this be considered kind? Contrary to my anger, I moved my mouth as politely as possible. “I came to see Lord Clyde. I have an important matter, so would you please put this sword away?”
“Why me?”
“Even if it’s not like this way, a low-level angel like me will die if you decide. But why are you making such a useless threat?”
Perhaps convinced by my logical persuasion, Clyde put his sword into the subspace. “…You’re a rare, fearless low-level angel. “
The way he looked at me was the same. Anyway, it’s not bad so far. If a ‘rare’ response came out of Clyde’s mouth, it could be considered a positive sign. He hated angels who all thought, acted, and lived similarly as if they were produced in a factory.
[“If this is life, is there a reason to live?”]
…That was Clyde’s thought. He had completely opposite values to his twin. Nevertheless, the two considered each other special and affectionate. They were almost the only ones who shared the concept of ‘us,’ and this bond and affection went beyond the fact that they were twin brothers. That’s why I felt a sense of duty.
“Please help Lord Ilya.”
Clyde’s expression was slightly distorted by my grim words.
“Help him? That’s the most bullsh*t words I’ve ever heard in my life.”
“If Lord Clyde doesn’t help, he might die.”
Clyde rubbed his eyes as if he were tired. Then he slowly lowered his hand and looked at me with his cold eyes. “That joke is not funny.”
I poured out information as quickly and accurately as I could before he could do anything. “We’re running out of energy to keep the heavenly world alive. At this rate, it will merge with the demon world. The elders plan to make up for the lack of energy by sacrificing you, who possesses great power. Lord Ilya refuses this and takes your place…”
“If they command him to die, I bet that brat would do that.”
Clyde looked thoughtful for a moment, crossing his arms and leaning against the nearby tree. Blue eyes looked at me as if measuring me. As I made eye contact with him, ‘thoughts’ flowed in clearly.
Can I trust this angel? Is it okay to believe this story? But how does this angel know this? What is the identity of this angel? Why do you want to help Ilya?
“…”
It was strange. Clyde was just looking at me, slightly frowning, but I could read his thoughts strangely clearly. Just like the images I get from magical animals. His personal information didn’t appear. This meant that there were no anomalous elements. However, a strange situation that didn’t exist in the game was happening. I felt something in my gut and asked him for one thing.
“Hey, I know this might sound strange. But would you like to hug me just once?”
Ding!
[The Constellation ‘Born From Theresa’s Heart’ has sponsored 100,000 coins.]
[That’s really out of nowhere… I can’t shield with this either.]
Clyde looked wary of my request. “Why should I do that?”
“I don’t mean anything else, but I was wondering if something would change when we hugged.”
“You’re just a crazy angel.”
“My imprinting matching rate with Lord Ilya is 999%.”
Clyde’s expression changed in my calm reply. “999%?”
“Yes.”
“…That can’t be possible,” Clyde muttered like that but could not readily dismiss it as nonsense.
I grumbled weakly with my arms wide open. “Can’t you just give me a hug? It’s not that difficult.”
He sighed with an expression, ‘What is this all about?’ “If nothing happens, you better be prepared.”
“Archangel is so petty…”
“What did you just say?”
“I’ll finish it quickly.”
Before I could be punished, I jumped into Clyde’s arms and hugged him. And that moment.
“I want to kiss you?”
Uh?
Suddenly, ‘memories’ began to appear in my mind. Memories quickly went back to the past, starting from a very recent time.
“Just dream for a moment.”
“Because you’re not Theresa Squire.”
“Today is January 31st.”
“I came to pick up my wife.”
“Take it. It’s the first time I give flowers to a woman.”
.
.
.
“Theresa Squire. You’re prohibited from going out until the vacation is over.”
The moment I remembered the first day of being transmigrated, I shuddered and escaped from Clyde’s arms. “Gasp… Gasp…”
My heart was pounding like crazy. A cold sweat broke out, and my eyes were dizzy. When I stumbled on the floor and felt nauseous, I belatedly wondered if Clyde had shared this memory with me.
I opened my eyes and raised my head. And I knew it the moment I saw him. … He saw it too.
Clyde muttered helplessly with a blank face, like someone who had been stabbed in the back of the head. “This is a dream.”
“…”
“I am dead, and Ilya has become corrupted.”
Haha. Clyde laughed. “That single-minded person made that choice?”
Then, his face distorted, and he began to shed tears like a child who didn’t know what to do. “That… crazy b*stard…!”
Clyde’s sadness shook me so clearly. He was saddened by Ilya’s choice, hated the heavenly world, and frustrated by fate.
At the same time, I staggered up in tears. I wanted to pat him on the back, but I couldn’t. It was a story I made up, a situation I created. I felt dizzy and suffocated with guilt. What bothered me even more was the fact that Clyde’s thoughts and feelings didn’t contain any resentment towards me. Even though he probably knows that this world started because of me.
Clyde soon stopped crying and looked at me with red eyes. We only looked at each other for a while. It was Clyde who broke the silence.
“I understand what the situation is. I’m a character in a human creation, and this world has a predetermined scenario from beginning to end.”
That’s why he had no choice but to die, and Ilya became corrupted. I read out the words that were omitted by his thought.
What should I say? Have other BJs ever faced this situation? How would they have behaved? I wanted to know the answer. I wanted it so desperately. Unlike me, who was wandering around, Clyde quickly became calm.
“All this was natural.”
In the end, I couldn’t bear the guilt and said, “I’m sorry.” It felt so pathetic and helpless to make such an apology. I ended up throwing up because I wanted to feel at ease.
Clyde smirked. “What are you sorry for? For creating this world? For making me born? For trying to save Ilya? Just drop it. I know you don’t have any power to do it.”
“…What?”
“I know that even if you created this world, you didn’t actually create it.”
I looked at him with astonishment. Could it be that he also noticed the existence of Ozworld?
Clyde explained. “Some of your memories were completely inaccessible. However, I felt its presence indirectly. They’re strange entities. Too worldly to be god, yet too powerful to be anything else.”
At that time, the constellation ‘Chaotic Evil,’ which had never revealed its presence since the beginning of my transmigration, showed interest in this situation.
Ding!
[The Constellation ‘Chaotic Evil’ has sponsored 100,000 coins.]
[It’s rare for a character to notice the presence of a channel manager. Isn’t that amazing?]
Ding!
[The Constellation ‘Principle of Order’ has sponsored 100,000 coins.]
[It probably means that Ozworld set the degree of freedom high or that there’s something more.]
Ding!
[The Constellation ‘Chaotic Evil’ has sponsored 100,000 coins.]
[Anyway, I know this BJ is doing something quite interesting.]
Then Clyde spoke. “I want to find out something, so follow me.”
He then pointed to the village with his chin. The village was a place where you could not enter without the trust of the archangel Clyde.
He trusts me. My heart became emotional for no reason. I told the pegasus to stay nearby and entered the village.
Clyde looked around the village with a face that had stopped crying and asked a passing angel. “Where is Jacob?”
“He’s probably at the workshop. He likes making clothes. But who’s the angel next to the Lord? Is she a new family member?”
“It’s not like that.”
Clyde took me to the workshop. There, a masculine angel with a crazy-looking appearance was working hard to make clothes.
“Jacob.”
Jacob, whose name was called, looked back at us curiously and opened his eyes wide. He looked so shocked at me and proposed out of nowhere. “I think I’ve finally found my destined partner. Beautiful Angel, will you marry me?”
The rejection was done by Clyde. “Shut up.”
Smack! A powerful flick on the forehead followed.
