The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

373 – Scene 373# Wendy’s Trial

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Molly had a dream.

In her dream, she was working in a luxurious mansion. She made many mistakes. I couldn’t count the number of dishes I broke during that time. But Molly tried hard. For the master.

Molly’s master was a scary person. Sharp eyes and cold gaze. And even a cold voice. She promised and promised herself that she would never make a mistake in front of him, but… Her her body her her her played separately from her her thoughts her her her.

But the master did not scold Molly. I encouraged her with her blunt face. With her emotionless face, he stroked her head gently. As she was the youngest child, he made her his exclusive vassal and gave her a huge salary. Her humble status got her admitted into her good school. He also brought her family from her country home and allowed them to live in her mansion. And… She took her as her wife.

The days were like a sweet dream. A dream I never want to wake up from… But is it called a dream because a dream is a dream?

Molly slowly opened her eyes.

“It’s hot…”

The sun was shining behind young Molly. Her dazzling sunlight turned the sugar cane farm red.

“Don’t hesitate and move quickly!”

The aggressive yelling was directed at the slaves, including Molly. Amidst the slaves moving in unison at the shouts of the overseer, an adult swung a heavy jungle sword.

She did not know when her family had been slaves. All I know is that her father’s father was also a slave on this plantation. Molly thought it was natural for her to live like this because she had been a slave since she was born.

Nevertheless, this normal life was too difficult for young Molly. Many slaves died from the murderous intensity of labor day and night. The absurd reality of working together every day while being treated like animals. Among the slaves, there were some who had the courage to ask the plantation owner to improve their treatment even a little. But she didn’t even get eaten. Rather, the farm owner burned the slave to death as an example, claiming that he had rebelled against him.

That was the end of Molly’s father.

Molly was forced to watch her father burn alive and die. Molly was devastated by the death of her courageous father. There was no screaming or crying in her miserable reality.

“Ugh…”

As she worked tirelessly, Molly ended up tripping over the grass.

Her arm her hurt. Her feet hurt from the sugarcane stalks. I was hungry too. But what bothered her more than anything was her sun. The midsummer sun was brutally hot. Molly muttered in the heat that made her faint.

“Ah… Bar…”

She was no longer with her, but she had no one to think of. Because he was the only person she could rely on during this pain.

Molly collapsed in the middle of a sugar cane field and was unable to get up. She didn’t want to work anymore. She just wanted to close her eyes like this. In this terrible heat, she wanted to give up everything and sleep.

At that time, a shadow fell over Molly, who was lying down.

Is it a supervisor? Molly braces herself for the thunderbolt of her screams to hit her. Let her yell as much as she wants. Now she didn’t even have the strength left to lift a finger.

If she dies like this, will she be able to meet her father? . She even had that thought. But no matter how long Molly waited, neither her scolding her nor her whipping her her returned.

“Are you okay?”

I just heard a voice. When Molly barely raised her head, there stood a young man she had never seen before.

Molly caught her breath. Judging by her her rags her her her, she was a slave like herself, but the air radiating from her young man was anything but slave-like. I don’t know how to explain it. If I had to compare it, it was similar to the nobleman who visited the farm before. However, they are of a different class from those nobles. Okay. Case. There was a difference in rank from those nobles. Because I felt dignity and nobility in the young man in front of me.

Molly, who had thought that far, shook her head. She must be looking at something because it’s hot.

When Molly didn’t answer, the young man took her leather bag from her waist and held it to Molly’s her mouth her her her her. Then something in the bag poured into her her mouth her

“?!”

Molly’s eyes widened. It was water. And cold water. I couldn’t believe it, but the water was as cool as ice. Not only did it quench her extreme thirst, but Molly’s consciousness her, which had been clouded by the heat, immediately returned.

“Are you out of your mind?”

“Yes, yes?”

“I asked if you were conscious.”

“Ah? Yes…”

Without realizing it, Molly’s tongue flew out and covered her mouth. She felt like she shouldn’t say something.

But this is a strange thing. Where did the slave get such cold water? Before Molly could put that question into her mouth, the young man stroked her head. His fingers were cool and felt good when they touched my forehead his.

“It’s okay now.”

“Huh… ?”

“Because I will be by your side.”

It was a random remark, but Molly understood. It was like magic words. When the young man said that, she seemed really okay. She felt like she could live in this despair. It seemed like she could get up no matter how much she suffered.

Molly asked with a trembling voice.

“Oh, brother… Who are you? ?”

“I am…”

The young man thought for a moment and then opened his mouth.

“It’s your luck.”

*

“Oh my. After all, is that person your grandmother’s benefactor?”

“Yes! That’s right.”

Sylvia smiled brightly and nodded.

“My grandmother said that. She said that if it hadn’t been for him, she wouldn’t have escaped the farm alive…”

Long ago, Sylvia’s grandmother, who was a slave, escaped from a sugar cane plantation. She just walked and walked endlessly, thinking that she had to go somewhere far away from the farm. And the place she reached was a wide desert.

Sylvia’s grandmother married into a desert clan and had her own children. After wandering all her life in search of her freedom, she closed her eyes a few years ago. Her remains were scattered across the desert.

Of all the stories Sylvia told her during her lifetime, her favorite was the one about that man.

“That person is a benefactor to me too. Thanks to this, even a traveler like me can quench his thirst in the middle of this desert.”

“Ehehe…”

Sitting next to Sylvia was a man wearing a robe. A rare visitor in this vast desert. Normally she would not welcome strangers, but Sylvia remembered her grandmother’s will.

-If a thirsty person asks for water, give them some water.

The man seemed very thirsty, and Sylvia offered him a bowl of water.

“Maybe that man is a wizard.”

“A wizard?”

“Okay. Look at this.”

The man placed his finger on the water droplets that had accumulated on the bottom of the bowl. Then the water droplet trembled and began to split. One drop is two drops, two drops is four drops… The bowl, which had only water left, quickly became full of water. Is that all there is?

“Would you like to touch it?”

“Yes? Then where… Oh, the car!”

“Hehe… How do you feel? Cool, right? Perhaps that man also used this kind of magic to cool the water.”

When the man took off his robe, his face was revealed. The young man with gray-colored hair looked at Sylvia with a kind smile.

“Wow, wow! Could it be that he was a wizard?”

“Haha… What a man. “I am much older than you think.”

“Yes? Well, then should I call him grandfather? ?”

“I’m probably much older than your grandfather.”

“Ugh… Then…”

“Just call me Grandpa. He tried to use water magic anyway, but it was difficult because he didn’t have a medium. However, when I was having a hard time because neither saliva nor tears came out, I saw this house. Thanks to you, I survived.”

“But, grandfather, why did you come to the desert…” “?” ?”

“Oh oh… Okay. You didn’t say that. Kid. “This is a secret, but I’ll tell you because I owe you something.”

Sylvia swallowed her saliva. She has heard stories through her family.

Magical power is a blessing that everyone has. However, magic using magical power is a power that cannot be handled without specialized knowledge and skills. Therefore, people who refer to themselves as wizards are special beings skilled in knowledge and technology.

I was curious as to why such a wizard came to a desert where there was only sand and wind. Is this an order from the king? Or is it something important ordered by the head of the wizards?

However, the words that came out of the man’s mouth were not as great as Sylvia thought.

“I am looking for my child.”

“Child… ?”

“I’m looking for my child who was lost a long time ago.”

It is a confusing time, with wars taking place everywhere. Separation between parents and children was also common. But as she thought deeply, Sylvia felt something strange.

“Uh… ? Well, you said that your grandfather is older than my grandmother. Then…”

“Okay. He’s probably not from this world either. But I don’t know if the seeds my child left behind may remain somewhere.”

The man smiled bitterly. Looking at his appearance, he was probably in his 30s at most, but his smile was like that of an old man who had lived for hundreds of years.

“I want to find my bloodline alive somewhere in this world.”

“But even if I find it, there’s no way to find out…”

“Haha… As you may have seen before, I am a wizard. “There is a way to find out that it is my blood.”

What the man took out of his arms his his was a crystal ball.

“This crystal ball helps us understand the properties of magical power. “If it’s my blood, you can recognize it with this crystal ball.”

“Wow…”

“Oh, yes. “While we’re at it, would you please try your hand at it?”

“Yes?”

“Haha. Just for fun. Well, you probably don’t know. You may be my distant descendant.”

“Well, then… “Can I just raise my hand?”

“Okay.”

Sylvia stretched out her hand towards her crystal ball. Of course she wouldn’t, she thought. She just wondered how the crystal ball changed.

Gulp.

But why am I so nervous? Just before Sylvia’s hand touched her beads …

The man suddenly stood up from his seat.

“For a moment. It seems like an uninvited guest has arrived.”

“Yes?”

The man silently walked out of the tent, leaving Sylvia in confusion. And he looked at the desert where the sun was shining.

“Grandfather… ?”

“Shhh.”

The man was looking at the middle of the sandy desert with a very concentrated face.

“To come all the way to this place…” ” .”

He started drawing something in the air with his finger. Sylvia realized it was magic. The golden letters sparkled like fireworks in the air and then disappeared.

The strange thing happened then.

-Tukan!

Arrows of light flew toward the middle of the desert. The arrows rained down indiscriminately and pierced the sand with tremendous force. No, it wasn’t sand.

-Gooo!

What Sylvia thought was sand was pierced by an arrow of light, and in agony she soon fell silent. It was a strange being that looked like a giant earthworm.

“It’s a sandworm. “It’s a monster that lives in the desert.”

“Hi!? Oh, monster… !”

“Did you react to my magic and wake up? It’s difficult.”

The man clicked his tongue and packed his luggage.

“kk…” ” ” . I stayed too long. “I have to leave right away.”

“B-already?”

“Okay. It was sudden, but it happened. “Wouldn’t it be troublesome if monsters attacked because of me?”

“Yes…”

“It was nice meeting you. “Kid.”

It was a sudden breakup, but Sylvia accepted it. Because she was a member of her clan who did not settle in one place but wandered through the desert, meeting and parting was a familiar occurrence.

“Then I’ll just…” ” ” .”

Sylvia, who was watching the man leave with the same light attitude as when he came, shouted.

“Hey, hey… !”

“Huh?”

“Well, I’m Sylvia! Her grandfather her ‘s her name her too! Please let me know!”

The reason was unknown. But she felt like she should ask his name. She felt like she would never know his name if she did not ask him now… Sylvia shouted desperately.

The answer came back quickly.

“I am Wingfield.”

The man turned around and added briefly.

“This is Wise Wingfield.”

*

“Mom…Dad…”

On the night that Wise Wingfield left, Sylvia was crouching in front of the tent, looking out at the dark desert.

It was strange. This morning, Sylvia’s parents went shopping in a nearby town. But even though the sun had set for a long time, it still hasn’t come back.

Normally, she wouldn’t have thought much of it, but because she had seen her monster in person earlier, she felt afraid as well.

“Well, what if I meet a monster…”

Sylvia shook her head. Her parents are warriors born and raised in the desert. Even if it’s difficult to handle sandworms, it can easily subdue low-level monsters. Even if she faced a strong monster like a sandworm, she had enough experience and ability to run away.

So there is nothing to worry about… But she was worried inside and was pacing outside the tent.

“… Huh?”

At a time when Sylvia was feeling anxious, she saw something in her field of vision. A faint but human-shaped shadow was approaching this way. It wasn’t clear, but there seemed to be about two people. Moreover, their career direction was heading toward Sylvia.

They are the only ones worth coming here at this time.

“It’s mom and dad… !”

In pleasure, Sylvia tried to put out her fire. She tried to light their path with a bonfire.

But Sylvia couldn’t do that. Because her cold voice from within the darkness stopped her.

“Run away.”

“Hee, hee hee?!”

I got goosebumps. As she turned around, her shadow appeared in a crevice and was looking down at her.

“Who, who… Eup?!”

“Didn’t you hear me?”

Her her cold hand her covered Sylvia’s mouth her her her. At the same time, she was able to see the face of the man covering her own mouth.

Her jet-black hair, her slender chin, and her obsidian eyes that seemed to absorb the darkness were glaring coldly at Sylvia.

“Run away while you still have luck left.”