CHAPTER 59: CHAPTER 59: PAST [5]

It was a sad story.

A story that Kael wanted to forget forever.

It was his past.

...

Ignoring the fact that it was the men’s restroom, Evelyn just walked in.

"Die, you piece of shit!"

"Haha! Keep going, my friend! Hit him harder!"

The further she went inside, the more the curses became clearer.

"Hey, are you done, bro?"

"Yeah! Don’t take that punching bag all by yourself!"

Smack! Thud!

She was all too familiar with these sounds.

Because she had experienced it before.

"You have 1 minute left, then it’s my turn."

"...Please... spare me..."

And then, finally, the villainess saw that scene.

A scene that even if she lost her memory, she would never forget.

It wasn’t because it was too haunting.

But because it was too different from the image of Kael Draven in her mind.

There were five people in the bathroom.

Two were leaning against the wall.

Two were smoking cigarettes, calmly watching the inhuman scene.

All of them had disgusting smiles on their faces.

They weren’t humans.

They were demons.

Or even worse than demons.

’...’

But the strange thing was that no one noticed Evelyn’s appearance.

It was as if she were air.

But right now, the desire to kill had overshadowed everything.

In the middle of the toilet,

Lying there, shivering,

Was a sickly body, covered in wounds,

Wearing clothes that were torn in many places, covered in disgusting mucus,

Emitting a strange stench,

Letting himself be beaten without being able to fight back,

Was Kael Draven.

Currently, he was no different from a coward.

Letting himself be cursed, beaten.

Only knowing how to beg, not daring to fight back.

Completely different from the Kael that Evelyn knew.

To the point that she even had to ask herself, if this was really the person she loved.

’No, this is definitely him.’

His current body might be quite skinny, but that face was unmistakable.

But if that was the case... then why did he end up in this situation?

The villainess did not feel sad.

Because all other emotions were suppressed by the desire to kill these bullies.

For Evelyn, Kael was the person, the thing she treasured the most.

No one was allowed to hurt him.

No one.

So, she would kill them.

Her red lips parted slightly:

"...Even I have only hurt him once..."

Her palm pointed at the person in the middle of the toilet.

The madman that was beating Kael vigorously.

"By the covenant of flame, I summon the dragon’s breath, burn all to cinders."

It was time to sweep.

A fireball appeared in her palm.

Then without delay, it rushed straight towards that person.

But...

"Huh?"

Her eyes widened, feeling quite shocked.

Evelyn’s fireball didn’t miss its target.

No.

To be more precise, it pierced through that bastard’s body.

As a result, he was still alive.

"...Impossible."

The villainess refused to believe this fact.

"By the ancient covenant of crimson life, let their bodies rupture. Blood Bloom."

Nothing happened.

Just like just now.

Only now did she realize that unusual thing.

Even though Evelyn had been standing there for a long time, no one had given her a glance.

’Could it be...’

The villainess was the opposite of a fool.

She was a genius.

’...I’m in his memories?’

That possibility was very high.

Yet, the reason was still a mystery.

***

In the end, the bullies continued to beat Kael for another 20 minutes.

Only when his body was fully covered in wounds and his face was covered in scratches did they let him go.

Walking down the busy street, Kael didn’t have the courage to raise his head.

— How humiliating...

— I want to die...

Many passersby glanced at him.

But no one had any intention of helping Kael.

"...Hah."

He let out a sarcastic smile.

"As expected of a human..."

Like someone who had just done something bad, his face was bowed even deeper.

His speed also increased.

— I want to cry...

"..."

Evelyn, who had been following Kael all this time, didn’t show any expression on her face.

It wasn’t that she didn’t feel anything.

On the contrary.

The villainess was thinking a lot, not knowing how she should feel.

Happy?

Because she was given an opportunity to learn more about the past of the person she loved?

"That’s definitely the wrong answer."

Then sad?

Because Kael had a tragic past?

"...Maybe."

This reminded her of what she had gone through since she was a child.

What had turned a normal girl into someone known as a "Cold-Blooded Killer."

...

After walking for nearly an hour, he was finally able to return to the place he considered home.

The orphanage.

"I’m back."

"..."

No one responded.

Kael, who was used to this, quickly returned to his room.

Then he locked the door tightly, and began to treat his wounds.

"It hurts..."

The antiseptic came into contact with the deepest wound on his body.

Causing a burning sensation that was even more painful than death.

Kael clenched his fists, to the point that blood started to flow out.

It was no use.

"Hic..."

Eventually, he cried.

’...How pitiful.’

The villainess, sitting on the only chair in the room, thought.

She had accepted the fact that she could not influence this place.

In other words, the only way to escape from here was to wait.

Continued to watch the footage of her beloved’s life.

...

1 hour later.

During this time, Kael really did nothing.

He just lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

To the point that even the villainess felt it was quite bland.

"My dear, I really love you, but do you have anything more interesting to do?"

"..."

But, like every other time, she was met with an eerie silence.

Bored, she stood up, deciding to visit Kael’s room.

At first glance, it was a rather cramped and boring place.

Just like her house.

"Hah."

There weren’t many interesting things.

Aside from a bed.

A table and chairs.

And a bookcase, filled with various books that the villainess was sure he had never read.

"The room is quite small, but overall it has more amenities than my childhood room."

...

"You’re lucky, Kael."

Her red lips curled up slightly.

But then, suddenly, the villainess’s gaze stopped on a notebook.

Not because of its appearance, nor its decoration, but because...

— Diary.

"A diary?"

At that moment, Evelyn’s curiosity was awakened.

She still remembered clearly that Kael had said that he would write a diary.

And although this wasn’t that diary, it was written by the same person.

So everything should be fine.

Right?

The villainess casually reached for the diary.

"Because after all, the point of a diary is to be read by someone else."