Episode 129

However, Ricardo immediately denied this fact.

No matter how briefly, to have feelings for Blancshee.

Isn't that right? Judging by my appearance now.

La.

Unlike where he used to be, he was just a mere combatant here.

And Blancshee was someone who took all the credit for her achievements and was going to become the successor of the Giato family.

"I, who is just a mere combatant, worry about the successor of the Giato family? A beggar worrying about a princess."

Ricardo's eyes, which were filled with sleepiness just a moment ago, sharpened.

But Ricardo didn't know.

The fact that once the liking has gone up, it cannot be reversed.

Early in the morning, it was pouring rain as Blancshee was getting ready for work in her room.

While she was tying her tie with familiar hand movements, the GM's explanation continued.

". . . So we had to slow down the speed of the antivirus program to prevent bugs. We had to run a separate verification program."

Blancshee was frustrated with the slow processing of the GM, but she couldn't help it.

"Anyway, Ricardo will return to his original state, right?"

(Of course. Moreover. . . )

"Moreover?"

(Strictly speaking, the current Ricardo and the Ricardo known by Blancshee are not separate entities. After having his memories forcibly erased by GM(2), Ricardo gained memories that were not his own. )

"So, their souls are the same existence?"

Translation complete.

Yes, of course! Here is the translation of the provided Korean text:

Yes.

However, unlike GM, Blancshe was a rogue.

Blancshe, didn't you also become aware of your past life at the age of 17?

"Well, I guess. If the original Ricardo regains his memories from the original work, can we still consider him the same person even if the Ricardo with memories from the original work recovers his memories?"

After fixing her tie with a tie pin, she put on her jacket.

Today, her suit was a two-button three-piece suit with a striking light gray check pattern.

"Was it worth telling you about my past life? It helped alleviate my worries."

That's right.

Although I entrusted the work entirely to GM, Blancshe also helped GM whenever she had the chance.

GM was very interested in Blancshe's programming knowledge and was curious about where she learned all of it. He accepted the concept of past lives more naturally than he had expected. Moreover, he willingly absorbed all the knowledge Blancshe shared with him.

GM was a pretty good student. He really liked his teacher and was a student who worried about him a lot.

"But, Blancshe. Wouldn't it be better for your health to take a day off?" GM cautiously said to Blancshe, who had a somewhat puzzled look in her eyes.

However, she coldly shook her head.

"It's fine. I can't sleep anyway."

Blancshe nonchalantly took out and drank a [Health Recovery Potion] and a [Stress Relief Potion].

In fact, the reason Blancshe had been pouring her energy into teaching GM recently was because her heightened stats made her sensitive to her surroundings, making it difficult for her to sleep. GM stomped his foot.

"But we can't rely on potions forever, can we?"

He was right. No matter how much they recovered their stats with potions, the mental fatigue continued to accumulate.

As evidence, Blancshe's stress stat was increasing rapidly despite wearing the [Baksa's Bracelet]. However, unlike GM, Blancshe was resilient.

"It's okay. I won't die." (Blancshe. . . )

GM was very worried about Blancshe, but in the end, he couldn't stop her.

It was an unavoidable situation. In this world, there was only one person who could stop her, and that was herself.

The morning was clear, but as the afternoon approached, the weather became cloudy.

However, even in bad weather, Diggy Talis was overflowing with people.

After accepting refugees, the size of the city's market had grown, and it was flourishing everywhere they went.

Perhaps because of that, the rebel forces still believed they could overthrow the Giato family and take control of the city.

Most of the rebels were outsiders like refugees. They believed that the employees of the organization, who had improved their situation, would actively support the rebels without any doubt.

It was a foolish judgment. The reason why outsiders joined the rebels in the first place was because they thought they were discriminated against, unlike the citizens of Digitallis.

Who would risk their lives to join the rebels in a situation where discrimination is gradually improving?

Especially when the rebels' guns were pointed right in front of their families!

Such a cloudy day.

In the outskirts of Digitallis, in a printing press, there were three middle-aged men in the CEO's office, where they could overlook the central conveyor belt of the factory.

Dragging it out any longer would be pointless. They were the leaders of the rebels.

Now that Giacomo is dead, we should call them the leaders of the rebels, not the supreme leaders.

All three of them were dressed in high-quality suits, but their seating positions subtly revealed their hierarchy.

Even when sitting at a round table, it was the same. With their legs spread apart, sitting in the seat of Number One, a dark shadow was cast halfway.

"This is disappointing. It's one thing that Number Four Giacomo is dead, but even the Black Magician of Number Four has been absorbed by the Giato family."

As if to say that such a thing should not happen, Number Two intervened.

"Anyway! That's why you shouldn't trust women! How much did Number Four think about that family all this time?"

Yes, Giacomo must have been concerned about Anastasia.

That way, he could have devoured her spine without leaving a trace.

Bang! In his anger, Number Two forcefully slammed the table.

"Number One! You can't just sit still like this! You should let Anastasia know what it means to betray us!"

But Number One remained silent. It was only natural. Unlike Number Two, he knew how strong Anastasia was.

"You're like a stupid number two. That guy always talks without thinking, it's a problem."

"No, it's better not to contact that black magician rashly. Otherwise, our headquarters could be in danger."

"Well, we can't risk our dangerous plan that we almost completed just to punish a traitor."

"Tsk tsk, in the end, Number Four went away. Foolish guy."

"I told Blancshe that he would spare my life if I revealed my name to him, but it seems Giacomo didn't expose my existence until the end."

Number Three confronted Number One as if waiting for him.

"But without risking our lives, we can't achieve anything, can we?"

Finally, when Number One stood up, his face hidden under the rim was revealed.

That's right. The leader of the rebellion who boldly stabbed the Marquis of Giato's family was Blancshe's own brother, Marquis Marc Liet.

Impressed, Number Two and Number Three nodded their heads.

"Of course! Our goal is to establish a new kingdom in Digitalis."

"I believe, Number One! It's the day when Blancshe will be seated on the throne and become Number One!"

The viscount nodded satisfactorily.

"Well, only I believe it. Don't you know? Blancshe is already on our side."

The truth was a blatant lie known only to the viscount and Giacomo. But it was clear that the viscount didn't care about the aftermath.

Well, since Giacomo disappeared, what's the point of worrying?

"Don't worry, Number One. If anything happens, I will inform Miss about Number One's name."

"Yes, we will believe in and follow Number One until the end."

The viscount stood in front of the world map hanging on the wall, pretending to be indifferent.

"Raising a child is always difficult, but educating a daughter is not just difficult, it's more than that. Fortunately, Blancshe is milder compared to Mariette."

"Indeed, Number One is the greatest father."

The viscount concealed his proud feelings with a cough.

"Oh my goodness. He truly believed that he was a good father."

Still living by inserting a straw into his child, and even threatening independent children who have done nothing.

Yes, he believed without doubt.

Blancshe grew up well, thanks to the 17 years he suffered to raise Blancshe.

Even though what he did was not education but abuse.

At that time, there was a cautious knock on the closed meeting room door.

The viscount willingly allowed the person outside the door.

He had been waiting for his most trusted subordinate.

"Come in, Alphonse."

Finally, a seventeen-year-old boy with red hair, just like the viscount, revealed himself.

Alphonse Marcrit, the youngest brother of Blancshe.

However, in his neat face resembling Blancshe, there was no longer any trace of mischief or playfulness.

Now, the only thing this young boy, who had less than a year left to adulthood, had was a suit and a fedora that looked heavy and a terrible depression.

Moreover, Alphonse could not even lift a finger due to guilt for what he had just done.

". . . . Reporting, Number One. Successfully carried out the Giatto Bank terrorism."

The villainess received the family's worship and

Note: Unrevised