Chapter 387

Chapter 387

Kim Eun-ah was very happy that she attacked Blue Bear with Shin Yoo-seong. Of course, in exchange for that, he was now in a position where he had body aches all over his body or was riding on Shin Yoo-seong’s back.

hmm. For sure. I had this feeling once.

‘Well, it wasn’t so friendly back then...’

Yeah. It is a memory that makes me smile just by thinking about it.

[...just checking on my brother. I will get treatment right away. If we break up now, we don’t know when we’ll see each other...]

After Rebellion’s attack, Kim Eun-ah’s legs trembled from tension and fatigue, but she tried to check her brother’s condition first.

[...get up. I’ll take you there.]

I hate to admit it, but it’s probably from that day that Shin Yoo-seong became a special existence. Eun-ah Kim blindly rushed to the hospital, putting her mission behind her, but Yoo-seong Shin rescued and comforted her brother.

Shin Yoo-seong was a suitable piece that filled the part where Kim Eun-ah pretended to be strong but was on the edge.

But even so, it was very disappointing that the other person had no such memories.

“But why is Eun-ah helping me?”

The young Yuseong doesn’t remember the things he did to himself and the things he did together. Okay. Because that’s for the future. It’s natural that you don’t remember.

“Yeah... Why do you think that is?”

“I do not know.”

Shin Yoo-sung carried Kim Eun-ah on his back as he did that day, but he couldn’t remember and laughed like an idiot.

But it doesn’t matter. In that case, I just need to tell you. All I had to do was tell him what a wonderful guy Shin Yuseong was and what a great guy he was.

“You Sung saved me too.”

“really? Am I Eun-ah?”

“huh. He saved my brother and me from the villains... and carried me like this.”

At first, I was shy and grumbled, but now that I think about it, it’s a really good memory.

“I like Yooseong from that day on, and I like him more and more as the day goes by. After that, I only think of you. I get jealous when you’re with someone else.”

Young Shin Yoo-seong nodded at Kim Eun-ah’s story. It was a reaction I couldn’t tell whether I was surprised or happy.

“I see. Eun-ah liked me!”

“Do you understand now?”

“Yes, it’s natural to help someone you like.”

Shin Yoo-seong walked silently with Kim Eun-ah on his back without saying anything. It was after the beautiful scenery unfolded beyond the bush that I asked Kim Eun-ah again.

“What kind of person will I be in the future?”

“Hmm...”

Again, no matter how much I thought about it, it was difficult to express Shin Yoo-seong in one word. Shin Yoo-seong, seen by Kim Eun-ah, had something difficult to express in words.

“An idiot who listens to everything you ask for, and is unnecessarily kind to anyone...” He is

so nice that he is stupid, and some days he is dull and so sad. Still, the sharp point suppresses emotions and digs into oneself trying not to show it.

“In addition... nice voice, nice eyes, nice mouth, nice nose, nice ears.”

“Aha...”

Young Shin Yoo-seong showed a strange reaction to Kim Eun-ah’s praise.

“Babu, what is your reaction? Are you happy?”

In the end, Kim Eun-ah, who had become younger, pulled her cheek and opened her ax eye, and Shin Yoo-seong laughed.

“You always did. You have to listen to the story you wrote to be able to feel free.”

Laplace invited Shin Ha-yoon to the castle he had built in Sumire’s inner world. The bedroom with the incubus butler and antique furniture was similar to the castle where Laplace lived in his lifetime.

“I understand that you yearn for the life of the original. Because we are made that way. But trying to deny it is lame.”

However, Shin Ha-yoon laughed at Laplace. He thought it would be embarrassing to treat himself as the same as the fragmented Laplace.

“Um yeah? It’s probably like that for short people like you... What do you know about fake people’s lives? I have become a complete Morgan.”

In response to Shin Ha-yoon’s answer, Laplace leisurely moistened his mouth with the black tea given to him by the incubus.

Without stopping there, he picked up a piece of cookie and tasted it with a crackling sound. It would be rude to prioritize snacks over conversations in front of guests, but this was Laplace’s own expression.

“It’s such a pointless conversation. I’d rather taste this cookie one more time. Are you stupid...or are you ignoring me?”

bang-!

Laplace hit the table with his palm. The glass cup fell and the cookies spilled, making a mess on the floor, but Laplace was still glaring at Shin Ha-yoon.

“You are not Morgan.”

“Does this look like a last resort? There’s no use in crying The power of the dream you are seeing right now is proof of that.”

Laplace sat down again. Incubus cleaned the floor as if it had never done that and put a new dessert on a plate.

This menu is pudding.

“That power that has already recovered 3 out of 5 pieces? Shin Yooseong will wake up. And you will lose.”

Laplace scooped up the pudding with an old-fashioned spoon and put it in his mouth. After tasting the dessert for a while as if nothing was wrong with Shin Ha-yoon, we continued our conversation.

“This dessert is fake. No matter how good it tastes, in the end it is just an illusion created based on my memories.”

“What do you want to say?

“In the end, that is the case. The story of Laplace and Morgan is over. If fragments are fragments of memories, you are no different.”

Laplace, Witch of Plague, uncovered the most painful part of Morgan, Witch of Dreams. That’s a fatal weakness that only the same witch can know about.

“You are not Morgan, just as I am not Laplace. After all, it is a story that is fake.”

Morgan eventually rose from his seat at the attack of Laplace, who touched the reverse.

“Don’t be angry. What awaits you is a miserable defeat. Of course, what awaits you at the end is a miserable nightmare. I will take special care of you.”

Morgan approached slowly and gently stroked Sumire’s cheek.

“I will humiliate you in the most miserable way. To the extent that death feels more merciful...”

However, the one inside Sumire’s body was Laplace. Despite Morgan’s overwhelming sense of intimidation, he put the pudding back into his mouth without hesitation.

“Witches have time close to eternity...even though they have transcendental knowledge. Do you know why humans won?”

Morgan’s impression was terribly distorted by Laplace’s story.

“...an interesting subject. Why?”

“Yes... it is because transcendent beings are lonely. Loneliness makes even clever witches self-righteous and arrogant. Don’t let them know the nature of what happened soon.”

Laplace watched their relationship as a witch and as a human. The Witch of the Terrible Plague witnessed countless deaths and births of countless lives at the same time.

“On the other hand, humans are beings who have acknowledged their weakness that they cannot live without others. That’s why we can gather strength together and dream of a better tomorrow.”

In the end, Laplace came to one conclusion. Humans have a will that will not be broken by any danger. That was a precious value that witches lost in exchange for transcendence.

That was the reason why transcendental witches were defeated by weak humans, and the reason why they could never defeat humans in the future.

“...You still don’t know, don’t you know? That there is no tomorrow for witches.”

But Morgan wouldn’t admit it. Separating and tearing apart the dimension Laplace created.

“Watch. It will be different this time.”

It was just a laugh.