The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

332 – Scene 332# the Sorrow of a Slave

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It was one day during a long drought that Peter realized his fate.

Born as the eldest son of a very poor farming family, he helped with farm work from an early age.

Farming work was too hard for a young man to handle. But he endured and endured because he was the eldest son of the family.

For his naked and starving family his.

I worked hard to create a better future for my family.

In particular, Peter loved and cherished his younger sister, Wendy.

-Oppa! I’ll help too…Collock…

-No. The work is done. Wendy. You are resting in the shade over there.

Wendy worked hard even though she was weak.

Even though she was covered in dirt, she was a wonderful younger sister who always tried to help him.

But that day… The day Peter and Wendy prayed, feeling like they were grasping at straws during a long drought.

-Oppa!

-Elegy…

As if God had answered the two men’s prayers, rain miraculously began to fall on the dry land.

-Wow, wow!

Wendy jumping for joy in the rain…

At that time, Peter saw clearly.

Rainbow-colored magical power faintly radiates from Wendy’s body.

It was a miraculous magical power with all its attributes and a chosen magical power that could only be used by the descendants of the warrior who saved the world.

Oh my god Wendy and she were descendants of that great warrior… !

After a moment of surprise and excitement, Peter was able to face the reality in front of him.

Among the descendants of warriors, only one awakens as a true warrior and is recognized by God.

The first magic Wendy used was a miracle that made it rain. It’s truly a move worthy of a hero, so if things continue like this, Wendy’s chances of being chosen as a hero will increase.

‘It’s not as good as that.’

Although Peter was young, he was not immature.

I know that the hero who will save the world is not just a romantic being told in fairy tales.

You can see that just by looking at him and his family. Even though he was a descendant of a warrior, he lived a life of extreme poverty and poverty.

If they let it be known that they are descendants of warriors, they might be able to escape their immediate poverty. But only then. In the end, they will end up being exploited by those with high status.

Perhaps the fate of the hero includes such things. That’s why Peter hoped Wendy wouldn’t become a hero.

He is a weak younger brother who makes many mistakes and is not good at farming.

Isn’t it too harsh to make such a small and fragile child carry the burden of saving the world?

Peter made up his mind.

In Wendy’s her place her her her, she said she would become a warrior.

Although Wendy was the first to awaken her powers, it is not too late for her. Even now, if Peter trains as a warrior, she will be able to surpass Wendy.

For her younger brother’s sake, she will become a warrior herself and bear the heavy burden of fate.

So Peter left.

Little Wendy cried and hung on, but she left.

She told her family that she was going to make money, and from that day on, she began traveling around the world with the goal of becoming a skilled adventurer.

There was no particular reason why I aimed to become an adventurer.

Since the first hero was an adventurer, I did not intend to follow in his footsteps.

Because Peter, who had no talent, skill, or money, the only thing he could do was become a low-level adventurer.

There were so many things that I couldn’t remember them all.

The life of an adventurer was so difficult that the farming work he had done so far was laughable. He almost died many times, and once he was betrayed by his colleagues and lost all his money.

But Peter was not frustrated.

I learned from failure and moved forward.

The reason he was able to do that was for his family and his precious sister, Wendy.

Eventually, Peter’s skills started from the bottom, reached a level where the adventurers around him recognized.

Peter hears news about Wendy by chance.

It was bad news that Wendy had become a servant to an infamous count family near the Islands.

Peter had sworn that he would never appear in front of his family until he became a true warrior, but he was so worried that he went to see Wendy.

And… What Peter managed to encounter was Wendy’s grave

A lamentable voice was heard in Peter’s ears as his legs were shaking from the unacceptable reality.

-kk… It’s a pity that the young child… Even if I got caught, I got caught by ‘that guy’…

-That man?

Peter caught a passing tomb keeper and interrogated him.

-Tell me! Who on earth is that man?

-Shhh! Calm down.

-He is my brother’s enemy. Please let me know!

-Okay, so be quiet! It’s difficult to talk nonsense about that man.

Who on earth are you to be so afraid?

After confirming that no one was around to listen, the tomb keeper told Peter the cursed man’s name.

-Tristan… He is Tristan Ruelbertail.

Immediately after that, as if he were possessed, Peter went to the islands to find out about Tristan. Then, he was so famous that there was no one who didn’t know him.

Tristan is the current head of the Ruelberta family, which enjoys unrivaled power in the empire, and is notorious as an arrogant nobleman who despises even the emperor.

At least everyone Peter met both hated and feared him.

Truly the villain of villains.

The thought of such a bad guy treating Wendy like a toy and killing her made her stomach turn.

-Never… I can never forgive you.

From that day on, Peter decided to kill Tristan.

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How much time has passed since then?

It was such a strange thing.

For some reason, the memories after that disappeared as if they were cut with scissors.

I couldn’t tell if she had gone crazy because of her anger toward Tristan, or if her memory had been damaged by her grief over losing Wendy.

I feel like I had a long nightmare…

When Peter opened his eyes, it was an unfamiliar island called Mojito.

He couldn’t remember why he had woken up on this island so far away from the empire.

The only thing that comes to mind when I hear the word mojito is…

‘Mojito… Wasn’t it alcohol?’

I couldn’t figure out why I was having such useless thoughts.

No, Peter couldn’t know anything.

When is it now, how much time has passed since then, and how did you end up here?

Was it all a dream?

No… She clearly still remembers the promise she made in front of Wendy’s grave.

Peter pondered over his holey memory and realized something.

Now the only thing left to him is the goal of punishing his brother’s enemy, Tristan.

But unfortunately, Peter was not given the opportunity to realize that goal.

No matter how close Mojito is to the empire, it is definitely a foreign country. It was also a place where only those with high status, such as the empire’s nobles, could come and go freely.

It was not a place where Peter, a mere commoner, could dare come.

Of course, he had to prove his identity, but here, as an adventurer, there was no way to prove his identity.

That’s right.

Strangely enough, Peter ended up trapped on Mojito Island.

At first, Peter wasn’t the only one who stayed still. In order to enjoy his leisure time, he even begged the nobles of the empire who visited him and even got down on his knees and begged them to take him to the empire.

That wasn’t possible, so he tried to build a raft and cross the sea himself, but he was caught by muscular, macho-smelling locals who cut down trees without permission and ended up in a detention center.

In the end, Peter was trapped on the island without any movement, and his body and mind gradually collapsed due to helplessness.

Unable to find even a menial job because he could not prove his identity, he made a living by picking up trash and other things.

Even as he lived through those days, his desire for revenge against Tristan never disappeared.

‘As long as Tristan appears in front of her… If only I could kill him…’

Peter prayed earnestly every day.

Even more earnestly than when I prayed to God for rain with Wendy all those years ago.

And as if God had answered Peter’s prayer, Tristan appeared in front of him.

But rather than avenge his younger brother, he became a slave to that vicious man.

“It’s better like this.”

After seeing Peter’s appearance, Tristan nodded his head with satisfaction.

Peter’s appearance his his his, which had been nothing but a vagabond, was beyond words.

Therefore, Tristan cut his hair, shaved him, and dressed him neatly.

“My slave must have dignity.”

Damn.

What kind of dignity is there for a slave?

Peter didn’t respond, but played with the necklace hanging around his neck.

It is none other than proof that Peter is a slave… It was a necklace with the slave symbol engraved on it.

Now, if Peter disobeys Tristan’s orders, the leash will slowly strangle him.

Fortunately, Tristan hasn’t ordered anything yet… Peter was experiencing the humiliation of becoming a slave to his irreplaceable enemy.

“Hmm. “Looking at it this way, it really does resemble Wendy.”

Next to Tristan, looking closely at Peter’s face was a beautiful woman with silver hair.

Bela Isaachel.

Peter had also heard about her reputation.

She is a descendant of the hero Alonso Isaac Hel and is a woman praised within the empire for her benevolent personality, kindness, and striking appearance.

But why is such a noble woman with Tristan?

“So Peter… Did you say that? “Isn’t the necklace uncomfortable?”

“… Yes.”

“If you feel uncomfortable, tell the count at any time.”

Princess Bella speaks with a gentle smile. Considering her status, she is in an infinitely high position.

Seeing her show such a warm attitude even to herself, a mere commoner, it could be said that the reputation Peter had heard about her was accurate.

“I don’t really like the count’s disposition, but… At least it will allow you to live without any inconvenience while on this island.”

“Well, our princess does not know how to treat her slave.”

At that time, Peter flinched unconsciously when he saw the woman who suddenly intervened.

She was Tristan’s escort knight who subdued Peter as if he were her child her…

She was Helga.

“Now, follow me. Thank you for making me, a lowly and miserable person, your slave. “Count.”

“…”

“Hmm? Was it too difficult for us ignorant slaves? Well then, thank you for shortening it. “Count.”

“…”

“Thank you. Mr. Bakek. Jak.”

“…?!”

It happened in an instant.

Peter frowned after being kicked in the shin by a sharp high heel.

“Hehe… It looks like this slave needs to be taught some more manners.”

“Do you like manners?!”

Peter could not bear it anymore and groaned as the pain felt like his shins would break again.

“Sure. “I really like manners.”

“You…”

The tip of my high heel landed exactly where I had kicked it earlier.

She was indeed a vicious woman, worthy of Tristan’s subordinate.

“Hey, Helga! “Stop it!”

Her short voice blocked the space between Helga and Peter.

“Wendy…”

“Hey, stop bothering my brother!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. “Wendy.”

“Yes?”

Helga apologizes neatly.

“I have a disease where I can’t resist hitting people who are rude.”

It’s a complete idiot.

Peter looked embarrassed and was about to say something, but Wendy said with a pale face.

“I didn’t know… Well, I didn’t even know that… Black…”

Wendy looked at Helga with tears in her eyes.

“S-sorry… If I had known that Helga had such a disease…”

“Phew…However, before treatment, she would kill anyone who was rude to her, but now she has improved to the point where she hits them. So please understand me.”

“Yes, yes!”

Wendy?

“Of course it’s a lie. Don’t be fooled by such words. “Wendy.”

“Yes, yes!? A lie?”

The tall woman next to Bella stroked Wendy’s head.

Did she say Blanche? I felt like she was just as strong as Helga.

“Joy. You know what? “I really envy you.”

“What?”

Helga suddenly started grumbling.

“It’s too much for someone like you to be the Count’s first slave.”

“Bloom… “You say you do?”

“When I retired later, I wanted to relax and enjoy the rest of my life as the Count’s first slave, but you ruined it all.”

“What is that…”

She is a woman who has no idea what she is thinking.

“Oh, brother…”

Wendy spoke to her carefully.

My precious little brother who I thought was dead…

“Wendy… I’m really sorry.”

“Why, why is my brother sorry… ?”

“Because I couldn’t protect you…” ” .”

I wanted to get away from Tristan, but I didn’t have the strength right now.

Peter was speechless due to the indescribable feeling of helplessness.

“Oh, I don’t know why you’re doing that…”

Wendy hesitated and added to Peter.

“The Count is truly a good person… Therefore…”

“Stop talking nonsense.”

It was a cold voice that mercilessly cut off Wendy’s words.

“Count…”

“Now it’s time to go eat. “Don’t make me delay any longer.”

“S-sorry…”

Wendy fidgeted and apologized to Tristan’s cold expression.

When Peter saw that, his stomach boiled.

Contrary to Peter’s memories of her, she was very fortunate that Wendy was alive.

However, the danger factor in her targeting Wendy has not yet disappeared.

Since Wendy is a servant of the evil Tristan, it is clear that her life is in danger at any time.

‘How dare you treat my lovely younger brother… ? .’

But for now I have to endure it.

As of now, Peter has no way to fight against Tristan.

For now, all we can do is look for opportunities on the side.

They arrived at a restaurant on the beach in a luxurious carriage and soon started talking about various things while checking the menu.

Peter stood a few steps away from them and remained silent.

In any case, slaves have to stand still until their masters finish their business.

“Oh, brother…”

“Huh?”

At that time, Wendy came over and handed Peter a menu.

“This…Why?”

“The Count told me to ask my brother what he wanted to eat…”

“What?”

It was an order whose English language was completely unknown.

Why do you ask yourself, a slave, what menu you want to eat?

He couldn’t understand it, but in Peter’s mind, Tristan was firmly established as the most evil man in the world, so he interpreted it however he wanted.

Okay. This is because I want to look good to Bella.

I don’t know why, but she brought Bella to her resort, so it’s only natural that she wants to look good.

Thinking so, Peter decided to interfere with Tristan’s plan.

“… That’s enough.”

“Oh, brother?”

“I’m a slave, so anything doesn’t matter. Okay. Leftover food scraps are also okay. Would you like to tell ‘him’ that?”

Rather, the trash the better.

I know what you’re trying to do, but I’m going to ruin it for you.

Peter suppressed his inner laughter and sent Wendy away, who was at a loss.

However… After a while, Tristan came to see Peter in person.

Holding a plate full of food in one hand.

“You said you didn’t care about anything, so I let you do whatever you want.”

“This…”

“It’s yours.”

The plate Tristan held out was neatly filled with well-grilled meat and vegetables. It is truly a feast for a slave to eat… No, isn’t it just food eaten by nobles, not slaves?

Peter suddenly took the plate and was started.

In this way, Tristan’s plan cannot be ruined.

“Then will you eat with us?”

The place Tristan pointed to was the table where Bella and Helga were sitting.

Are you really asking slaves to sit together?

Peter was shocked.

Is this really going to show you how to manage your image properly?

“It’s okay. “I will eat from the floor because I am a slave.”

“… Whatever you like.”

After saying that, Tristan sat down at the table without even looking at me.

Peter also sat down on the floor.

She saw Wendy walking over with a plate of food.

Okay. At least he’ll make Wendy eat from the floor like he did. Because she is just her her servant her her her… I thought, but Wendy sauntered over to the seat right next to Tristan and sat down. Isn’t she eating?

No, no matter what, unless those positions are nobles or guards… You shouldn’t sit down… Would you?

“Eat slowly.”

“Yes, yes…”

Huh?

As if that wasn’t enough, she even feeds Wendy her food while Tristan is eating her meal.

“Is it delicious?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Then that’s a good thing.”

Doesn’t she also take care of Wendy by wiping her mouth as if she were her own daughter?

What? What am I looking at now?

Moreover, although Wendy is shy, she does not reject Tristan’s touch her…

Wow, Wendy? Why are you doing that?