The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

330 – Scene 330# Main Character

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“…”

I didn’t answer and just stretched my arms.

Then Lahar II also became serious and took a stance, clenching his fists.

The more you look at it, the thicker your forearms are. His muscles, as solid as iron, were a reminder that he was not an easy opponent.

Moreover, looking at the sparse fur on the arms and chest, it does not appear to be a gorilla. At this point, I suspect it may be an excess of male hormones.

Can I really win against such a beast?

No… It’s not a matter of whether you can win. I have to win.

This is a matter of pride as a man.

“Are both sides ready?”

“Haha. Of course.”

“Okay.”

“Great. Then… “Start!”

As soon as the referee shouted, the arm wrestling began.

One of the ways to win an arm wrestling match is to immediately hand over the opponent without giving him a chance to apply his strength.

As if I was waiting, I applied my strength and tried to knock down Lahar’s arm.

But…

“?!”

“What are you doing? Count. “The arm wrestling has already started.”

It didn’t move.

Even when I applied force, as if pushing a rock, Lahar’s arm didn’t move.

“Try a little more strength. “Isn’t this too boring?”

Although I was exerting quite a bit of effort, Lahar was even yawning as if he was bored.

“No way. Older brother. “Don’t be like that.”

“Isn’t it because you are too strong?”

“You’re right. Big brother!”

Now, the people next to me are helping me one by one. It feels like you are fighting in the middle of enemy territory, so it is definitely an unfavorable environment in many ways.

However, I have lived as Tristan through numerous episodes and have already been trained as I should be.

At best, I am not swayed by psychological warfare like this.

“There are a lot of younger brothers cheering me on.”

“Ah, these are not my real brothers, but they are my younger brothers. Because in our country, if you lose in arm wrestling, you have to call the winner “Brother” For the rest of your life.”

King Lahar II said, pointing to the guards standing behind him. For some reason, I don’t look like my younger siblings at all.

“Then, rather than a king, he is a big brother… Is this it?”

“Haha. That’s it. Everyone looks up to me as their older brother.”

Then, Lahar began to strain his arms. A force that I could not believe was human pushed my arm

‘What power…’

The incredible strength of Lahar was almost comparable to that of Helga.

Seeing me barely holding on, Lahar began to laugh triumphantly.

“You are truly delicate. He’s too beautiful to be considered a man. If I win, how about calling me oppa from now on?”

“…”

For a moment, I almost couldn’t manage my facial expressions.

“This. “I think it might be better to be an older brother rather than an older brother.”

‘Pride’ stirred within.

I defeated the devil and am now completely under my control, but I also don’t feel like being treated like a woman.

For the first time in a while, I became one with ‘Pride’ and decided to show off my bravado and pretend to be as relaxed as possible.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t have that kind of hobby.”

“Exactly? But wouldn’t it be nice to have a hobby like that?”

“I refuse.”

“Wahahah… That’s such a shame. But…”

Quad deuk.

“You can only refuse that when you defeat me.”

As Lahar’s grip tightened, my hand felt like it was going to crumble.

However, my expression, left to ‘pride’, was infinitely relaxed.

“A moment ago… Did you say that only the strongest can have the most beautiful?”

“Wahahah. That’s right.”

“It’s a little different from what I know.”

“Ho? “You said it was different?”

My hand was slowly being taken away by the strong force of the lahar.

In arm wrestling, it is difficult to reverse once you start to get ahead, so everyone was certain that I would lose.

Lahar, who knew this well, also had a proud expression on his face.

However, even though I don’t have that much strength, I do have the ‘power to win.’

“In our empire, being strong does not just mean being strong.”

“Then… ?”

“It is said that the person who does not fall until the end is truly strong.”

I used ‘anger’ without hesitation.

“?!”

At that moment, Lahar’s arm his, which had lost strength, was instantly turned over and pressed down in anger.

“oooh?!”

Lahar opened his eyes wide and was shocked.

Perhaps he felt that my strength had increased for a moment. But in reality, the opposite is true. His power was simply weakened by ‘anger.’

“W-what… !”

Not knowing the reality, he was very embarrassed and began to resist.

Even if you are the strongest in arm wrestling, this is probably your first time in a situation like this.

It must have been a situation where victory was certain, but the tide suddenly turned.

If Lahar had purely tried to beat me in arm wrestling, it would have been possible.

But he made me angry.

Not only did he treat me like a woman, but he also irritated me by giving off hints that he was targeting Bella.

Now it’s time to pay the price.

I warned in a voice that only Lahar could hear.

“Don’t think of taking the ‘beautiful one’ away from me.”

“Now, wait… !? Count. I think you’re misunderstanding something…”

What is the misunderstanding?

I lost my momentum and struck down Lahar’s hand his, which he was barely holding on.

The result was my victory.

No, now that I think about it again, I wonder if I can call it my victory.

Because it was only later, after hearing Bella explain it, that I realized that I had misunderstood.

Starting with Lahar II’s guard, the reason why there were no women and only men among those serving him…

That’s because King Lahar II doesn’t even look at women… It was because he was a sodomite.

*

“Wow, wow… It’s so pretty…”

Wendy clung to the railing on the second floor and let out a small exclamation as she looked at the red colored beach.

After finally finishing all our errands, we sat at a bar on Mojito Beach and watched the sunset.

It’s truly relaxing.

Just looking at the wide-open Mojito Beach visible through the second floor railing provides a healing feeling.

“I will give you the drink you ordered. Princess.”

“Thank you.”

After receiving a drink from the waiter, Bella responded with a smile.

“I’m glad everything ended well.”

Okay… I guess I’m glad it ended well.

-Honestly, I was a bit underestimating the Count. I admit my defeat.

Contrary to concerns, Lahar II was a generous man.

I thought I was incurring unnecessary resentment by arm wrestling the king, but it was the opposite.

Rather, Lahar and other Mojito people recognized and respected my strength.

Moreover, the fact that I am a foreigner also played a role. According to the law, only Mojito citizens could ascend to the throne through arm wrestling.

It’s dizzying to think that if I had done something wrong, I would have been crowned the king of this country.

As expected, it is better for men to put aside their useless pride.

“Anyway, men… Was that something you had to stick to that much?”

Even though she said that, Bella looked a little happy.

If you think about it, the reason I agreed to the arm wrestling match was because I thought Lahar was flirting with Bella.

‘But you can’t believe that Lahar was a sodomite…’

I got goosebumps when I remembered that the ‘most beautiful person’ he said was me, not Bella.

It wasn’t Bella, it was almost me… No, in some sense it may have already been done.

-It can be said that the Count is truly a man among men! In that sense, I, King Lahar II, will bestow an honorable title on Count Tristan!

Okay. What kind of honor is that? A title that was given to him semi-forcibly because he defeated the king. That’s it…

“I will give you the Maldives you ordered… ‘Big brother.'”

“Push… !”

Bella almost spit out the drink she was drinking after hearing the waiter’s words.

The title that Lahar bestowed on me, ‘Big Brother’, has come to hold on to me with as much honor as Lahar’s ‘Big Brother.’

In this country, where people live as older brothers and younger brothers, it is said to mean the highest of honorifics.

Perhaps in Lahar’s opinion, the person who beat him emphasized that any man in front of me is no different from a woman… It seems like he wanted to do it.

But I hope you will also consider the feelings of the person who is called that.

‘Ha…’

It was only then that I realized how terrible I had done. I won the arm wrestling match for no reason…

Feeling like I was grasping at straws, I asked the waiter who gave me my drink.

“… “I wish I didn’t use that title.”

“Sorry. Big brother. It is an honorable title given by the King, so if we do not speak up, we will be punished.”

“…”

Oh my temper is so bad.

See if I ever set foot in this country again.

“Count!”

Wendy, who was on the railing, came up and said with sparkling eyes.

“W-I hope you come here again later! Lol… It’s so pretty… !”

… Hmm. Okay. It’s worth persevering until the second time.

“If I were there, I would have smeared it all instead of the Count…”

Helga muttered regretfully.

What are you going to do now that you’re recognized as masculine? .

Even more so, the thought of seeing macho men calling Helga her brother gives me nightmares.

I took a sip of the drink the waiter brought.

A familiar taste transmitted through the tongue her. And it was not difficult to find out the identity of this green drink made with crushed mint leaves.

“… Mojito.”

“Are you drunk already? Count. Because this is Maldives.”

Bella chuckled and held the Maldives in her hand… He waved it.

Although the common sense of this world is reversed from reality, it is still a mojito.

“I will give you the drink you ordered.”

“Thank you!”

“You’re welcome. Little girl.”

Of course, what I ordered for Wendy was non-alcoholic juice.

“Count. Is it really okay for me to drink this? ?”

“Okay.”

“Wow…”

Wendy looks like the happiest person in the world as she receives a drink topped with various fruits in a pretty emerald color, just like a resort.

“Hehe… “You’re really cute.”

“Yes…?”

“Who ordered such a cute thing because you thought it was a baby?”

“Hi?! “I’m not that baby!”

“Mite! Me baby Wendy! Would you like a drink? Drink Joe!”

“uuu…”

Wendy puffs out her cheeks at Helga’s sarcasm. Making that nice kid angry is really clever.

“Are you upset because you can’t refute it?”

“Ugh… You are too much…”

Wendy had tears in her eyes, as if she was quite upset by Helga’s words.

After all, she shouldn’t make fun of a child just because she’s a child.

Before I could point out anything, Blanche, who couldn’t see anything, spoke first.

“Please stop. Helga. “Don’t you feel sorry for Wendy?”

“Tooth…”

Helga pouting.

Now that I think about it, Helga is trying to find fault with everything Wendy does these days.

Of course, the reason can be guessed to some extent.

In the original as well, Helga is a character who shares her fate with me until the moment of her death, and is a vassal who receives my favor.

However, Wendy, who should have died and disappeared from the stage a long time ago, survives and becomes my exclusive maid, and I even receive her favor.

She probably thinks that her place is being taken away by Wendy, which is why she makes such ridiculous accusations.

The conflict between Wendy and Helga may have already been predicted.

‘If possible, I hope the two of you can get along well…’

While thinking that, the mojito in front of me… No, it was the moment when she stretched out her hand to drink the Maldives.

Damn.

“Kya?!”

The glass fell over on its own and spilled its contents all over Wendy’s apron.

This familiar situation of the glass falling over by itself is definitely…

“Count…” . Are you really drunk? “What’s wrong?”

“Ugh… Ugh, it’s wet…”

No, this is what my brother did… I want to say it, but I’m sure I’ll be treated like a crazy person.

I have a lot to say, but I won’t.

I got up without making any excuses.

“Wendy. Follow me. “I will lend you my clothes.”

“Ugh… Yes…”

Wendy looked absolutely pitiful with her white apron wet.

No… But why on earth did Sora give me a signal?

Usually, when she gives a signal like this, it is to let you know of a crisis or something.

But no matter how I look, I don’t see any dangerous elements around me. There was no way to ask Sora what he wanted to say in the first place…

Once I did, I took Wendy into her bathroom and gave her the cardigan I was wearing.

“For now, just wear this.”

“Yes… Uh, it might stain, so I’ll just wet it with water and come out…”

Seeing Wendy talk so helplessly makes me feel listless too.

As she was waiting for Wendy who went into the bathroom, one of her customers appeared at the bar in front of her.

“Owner. “Can you give me a mojito?”

“Well… Hey. “Didn’t I say Maldives before?”

“I don’t know… I don’t remember…”

“Tsk tsk…”

The man’s appearance did not suit this place, a resort, at all.

The smell of alcohol wafted from his long, messy hair and scruffy features. Now I see that the man’s hands are shaking as if he’s having a spasm.

‘Are you an alcoholic?’

I don’t know how a man like that got in here, but judging by the bartender’s reaction, he seems familiar.

“Now, here. “Do you have money?”

“Yes… Thank you.”

“Tch. If you’re grateful, sit in the corner and drink. “What will guests think when they see it?”

“I-I’m sorry…”

When the bartender frowned and held out his hand, the drunkard bowed his head and walked away into the corner… So, it came to me.

Write. It’s not good to come to a destination after such a long time and end up tangled up with someone like that… As soon as I thought that, I made eye contact with the man.

Shit. Just ignore it and pass by.

I quickly averted my gaze, but the man ended up looking at his face.

Okay. If you beg for something, I’m sure they’ll give you at least the right amount. It’s because it’s annoying.

But the man who found me didn’t ask for anything.

Cheonggrang!

“You you… !”

The drinking glass fell from the man’s hand and broke.

“Tristan!! Why are you here… ! Why are you here!”

What?

“Do you know me?”

“Kill me…”

“What?”

“I will kill you…” ” . Tristan! As much as you!”

Eh? What? Wait…!

Without any time to stop him, the suddenly enraged man rushed at me.

The man’s sharp kick flew towards my face. It’s a kick so nimble you wouldn’t believe it was a drunkard.

I narrowly avoided the surprise attack and quickly widened the distance.

“Don’t avoid it!”

“Listen to me first.”

“I don’t want to hear it! You b*stard… !”

I can’t speak.

No matter how quick a man was, he was nothing compared to me, who had grown despite countless hardships.

The priority is to subdue the man.

Just as I was about to target the man’s vital area…

“S-stop it!

Wendy came out after hearing the commotion and blocked my path.

“I don’t know who it is, but don’t bother the Count!”

“If you don’t know anything, don’t interfere… ” !”

Despite Wendy’s dissuasion, the man expressed his anger.

“Calm down!”

“It looks real! Tristan That guy… ! He is my brother’s enemy… !”

“What?”

At that moment, something came to my mind after hearing the man’s words.

But the man didn’t give him time to think.

“I will kill you…” ” !”

Even though Wendy was right in front of him, he rushed at me.

That’s not enough… !

“Wendy! “Go away!”

“Ship, Count?! “aaak!”

I quickly wrapped Wendy up.

Fortunately, the man was not carrying a weapon. Even if you get hit a few times, it won’t be a problem.

I was determined, but the man’s attack stopped right there.

“… Wendy?”

The man’s eyes were trembling between his long hair.

In his eyes, there was Wendy in my arms.

And soon, something truly unexpected came out of his mouth.

“You… You… ! You were alive… Wendy!”

“Yes?”

Wendy, notifying that the attacker’s attitude had changed, tilted her head.

And as she was staring intently into the man’s face, Wendy asked in a voice of disbelief.

“S-No way, Peter… “Oppa?”

“Okay! It’s me… !”

The person standing there is Wendy’s older brother and the protagonist of this work… It was Peter Wingfield.

But why are you here?