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◈ SSS-Class Revival Hunter ◈

Chapter 232: My Legion (2)

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3.

What is the most luxurious sight a person can see upon opening their eyes?

Some might say the time-worn sky, others might mention an [unfamiliar ceiling], but at least for me, I have a definitive answer to this question.

"Gong-Ja."

It was Raviel.

"Are you conscious?"

Raviel lifted her delicate fingers to my forehead. Her small fingers. The first and middle joints of her fingers rhythmically brushed against my forehead, leaving a tactile sensation.

"Raviel……"

"Hmm."

"I-It was too hard for me……"

I felt like I was about to burst into tears.

The place where I had awakened was the Espionage World, specifically one of its side stories. This was the place where Kim Yul and Jaa Soo-Jeong went to the same middle and high school. We had decided to stay at Jaa Soo-Jeong's house for a while.

“I went into her dream, and... this god, the Tower Master, turned out to be completely insane. Her entire life is one long trauma...”

Uburka and Jaa Soo-Jeong (of this world) were looking here, but I couldn't stop clinging to Raviel. At this moment, my heart needed the gentle fragrance of Silver Lily.

"Oh, entire life as a trauma? How is that possible?"

"That person always relives scenes of other people dying in her mind. Even empathizing with them. [If I had been on that battlefield, I too would have been trampled to death by the cavalry]. Like that……"

"Isn't that just a delusion?"

"It would be great if it were a delusion…… This crazy woman, she really made it possible. Not only did she obtain a skill to move through time, she remembers everything that happens to her, understanding all the causality of the world, and then using it……"

"Hmm. Hmm."

Raviel patted my back.

She wore a bitter smile.

“My wife seems to have witnessed something truly terrible. It is rare to see you like this. It is all right. We remained safe and nothing happened to us. You may lean on me a little longer.”

"Raviel……!"

"No, maybe it's a good idea to take a long vacation. [The Princess Who Strolls Through Mirages] said it, didn't she? This city is completely isolated in time from the outside world. A week, a month, rest as long as you want, my Gong-Ja. I too would be happy to spend time comforting you."

Eventually, tears flowed.

How could my wife be so strong?

"I've never seen my father cry like this. Ugor……"

"Is that so?"

"Ugo. I was wondering why it looked unfamiliar, but seeing it twice, it's hard to call him a father. In that sense, he's been holding up well. I'll go to bed first……"

"Ah. I'll lay out the bedding for you, Mr. Uburka."

"Thank you, landlord……"

Uburka went out to the living room with a heavy thud, and Jaa Soo-Jeong (of this world) followed with precise steps, their different masses revealed in their footsteps.

Now, only Raviel and I remained in the main hall.

"Raviel……"

"Speak, Gong-Ja."

As the room became quieter with fewer people, Raviel hugged me more comfortably. Gently. After kissing my forehead, Raviel spread her legs and patted them.

"If our Gong-Ja is crying like this, it must have been terrible indeed. But with just the words I heard, I can't form a clear impression in my mind. Explain a bit more."

"…Yes."

Snugly.

I laid my head on Raviel's lap. Worried that my head might be heavy, I pumped aura into my neck to reduce the weight on Raviel. Of course, I do the same even at the hairdresser's to not burden the designers!

"Pfft."

Raviel giggled above me.

"Gong-Ja."

"Yes."

"Your consideration is cute. But it's not appreciated. How heavy could your skinny head be? I want to take on the full weight you carry. Honey, relax your neck."

"Haah……"

"Hmm. Good job, well done. Relaxing your neck is the key to solving everything."

Summer.

Shadows fell in the sky, and shadows descended on the main hall. The breeze, cooled twice by clouds and roofs, was not bad. Pleasant. I pressed my head firmly against Raviel's lap, as if trying to hide from the world.

"Good."

Raviel smiled silently.

"My lover returned safely from a long journey. That's a very good thing. I just realized this. Ever since the day I met you, good things keep increasing in my life."

"......."

"What made you so sad?"

"Jaa Soo-Jeong… The Tower Master, plans to comfort everyone abandoned in this world."

The summer evening air, cooled by the shade, flowed past.

Insects chirped here and there in the shabby courtyard of the hanok.

"If there's a child about to burn to death, she shows them a different world. [If the Tower Master had been with the child]. After creating such a world, she lives happily with the child. Hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions..."

"That sounds very godlike. What's the problem?"

"…It's that there are people who only seek revenge."

Summer wind blew.

"People for whom the world is nothing but hell. The pain I received is all from hell, unresolvable, with no hope of change. So, the only solution is……"

"[I will inflict greater pain on those who made me this way]."

"…Yes."

I leaned more into Raviel.

"The Tower Master watches them suffer in hell from start to finish, through her skills. And does not help when she can, does not prevent when she can, just keeps watching."

"......."

Raviel's hand paused for a moment.

But it was only for a brief instant.

"Indeed."

Raviel stroked the back of my head slowly, as if she understood everything.

“You are saying, ‘The one who caused your unhappiness was none other than me, the Tower Master.’”

"Yes."

"Then the victims' resentment will naturally focus on the Tower Master. Even if the Tower Master is a god, or rather, because she is a god, they would want to drag her down, tear her apart, trample on her, and vent their anger. How……?"

"Yes."

I did not nod.

Instead, I just entrusted the weight of my head to Raviel, staring blankly, expressionlessly, opening my mouth.

"That's what they want."

"......."

“She says she wants exactly that. She wants every subject who believes the kingdom sacrificed them to come to her and return to the Tower Master herself the exact wounds and pain carved into them over their lives.”

"That's……"

"Even more so. The Tower Master comprehends the entire life of the person who returns pain to her. She knows what is a lie and what is not. It's not ordinary sympathy, but really understanding, embracing the other person's pain."

"......."

A cicada cried in the grass.

"In her mind, there's always someone being stabbed, burning, trampled to death. Always. All day long, such memories play in a corner of her mind. She becomes those people, actually getting stabbed, burned, trampled. It's a scream, Raviel. From the Tower Master's heart, only the sound of screaming……"

“I see. So that was our god.”

Raviel sighed deeply.

“[If they desire happiness, give them happiness. If they desire pain, give them pain.] The simpler a proposition is, the more crushing the burden it places upon a person. And the Tower Master intends to shoulder every mortal.”

"…Yes."

"Such a dreadful thing."

Raviel brushed the hair beside my face.

Her red eyes looked closely into mine.

"Ultimately, the solution is also simple, my Gong-Ja."

"…Right."

"Those who find happiness not externally but within themselves do not need the Tower Master. Those who overcome pain not from the outside but from within themselves also do not need the Tower Master."

"That's true."

"Everyone must bear their own misfortunes. That obvious fact is so rare in this world. How many live an obvious life in this world? To call what's obvious obvious, to do what obviously needs to be done, to make things that should obviously happen…"

It's difficult.

Raviel murmured, looking up at the evening sky.

Perhaps, she was recalling a moment in her life that had been [difficult].

"Did you say the Tower Master's catchphrase was [You've done nothing wrong], Gong-Ja?"

"Yes. She said, [No one is born wrong]."

"It's a sad story."

Raviel expertly opened a can of soda and sipped.

After quenching her thirst, she spoke slowly.

"In other words, that means."

I'm the one who's wrong.

I'm sorry.

I apologize.

"Only she was born wrong in this world."

"......."

"Gong-Ja."

"Yes."

"Is the Tower Master strong?"

I recalled the Milky Way I had looked up to in the ruins of Harlem.

Countless white butterflies fluttering. Stars made of butterflies.

"Yes. Very strong."

"Can you defeat her?"

“I will win.”

Raviel looked straight into my eyes.

"I demand a more certain answer from my man."

"......."

"I didn't fall in love with someone I might love. Nor did I promise a lifetime with someone I might die with. I loved the one I was to love, and promised because we were to die together. Gong-Ja, if you are the moon of Ivansia, you must speak more."

"Yes, Raviel."

I nodded.

“I am the one who wins.”

"Win."

Raviel's palm grasped my cheek.

"I chose you as my life partner because you win. Because you do not crumble. Because you do not forget happiness. When the Tower Master wins with the misfortunes of all under heaven as her fertilizer, Gong-Ja, you just win with happiness."

Raviel's face drew closer and closer.

"Make everyone around you happy. Make them feel happy to be with you. Train and tame them to be people who can be happy with you, who know how to be happy. Thus, fill this tower entirely with happy people."

"It will be difficult, but…"

I smiled.

"Let's take it slow. Why not."

"That's the man I fell in love with. But…"

Raviel smiled.

“First of all, you must make me the happiest.”

We kissed.

"But the landlord and Uburka might eavesdrop…"

"The landlord doesn't care about such things. I've already checked."

"What about Uburka? He really thinks of me as a father."

"Indeed. If a father moans shamefully or screams, it might indeed scar the pure heart of a child."

Raviel chuckled.

"Honey, you must not make any moaning sounds."

Hmm.

"Raviel……?"

"What is it? My love."

"What are you going to do with that thin towel……?"

"I'm trying to help you keep your moans quiet."

"That's actually for Uburka's sake, right? You just want to enjoy it, right?"

"Shh."

Raviel playfully covered my mouth. Her red eyes sparkled like rubies.

"The child is asleep. Be quiet."

What could I do in this situation?

I had no choice but to submit meekly to my wife’s bonds.

I love you, Raviel.

Forever and always.

4.

The next day. Morning.

"Yaaaawn… Huh?"

As I came out to the living room, I ran into Uburka.

I yawned and waved at Uburka.

"Good morning, son."

“.......”

“But why do you look like a Sanwa tribesman who just chewed a lump of rock salt? Was your bed uncomfortable? Ah, you’re too large to sleep anywhere but the floor. That can’t be helped.”

Uburka trembled.

“Father is...”

“Hm?”

"Dad is an unashamed loser!"

[The Constellation ‘The Muscle Pig Who Dreams of Being Unfilial’ despairs!]

With a mighty roar, Uburka ran out to the yard. Bang, crash, bang, bang, his footsteps were so violent I worried the old Korean house might collapse. I checked the safety of the house floor and clicked my tongue.

"What's with him? He's not a kid."

Is it because of puberty?

Raising kids is really tough.

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