The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

23 – Scene 023# Practice

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The next day was bright.

It was night when I returned to the mansion from school yesterday.

Wendy fell into a deep sleep from then on and has not woken up until now.

It’s probably magic exhaustion.

If it’s his stamina, it should stretch until tomorrow.

I buried myself in the office chair.

And I looked at the books on the desk one by one.

They were books on ancient magic borrowed from the Wall of Truth yesterday.

“It’s practice time.”

I closed my eyes.

First of all, detect magic power.

The energy that exists in all things and the raw material that causes miracles, magical power.

I imagined

I visualized the magical powers around me.

When I supplemented the knowledge I had learned through greed, I felt the concept of magic become clearer within me.

I closed my eyes.

Then magic powers began to glow around me.

From the desk in front of my eyes to the ballpoint pen, wallet, watch, and book, the magical energy possessed by everything was faintly emitting light.

It was mana.

Among them, I focused on the dim light surrounding the books.

‘done.’

I connected my body with the magic of books.

The magic was warm.

It was rooted in every nook and cranny of things like veins.

And that bloodline is also connected to me.

Now I decided to pick up the book in front of me and look at it.

Only with the magic that surrounds the book.

I was clumsy at first, but little by little I got used to the feeling of mana handling.

“… … Mmm.”

But I couldn’t lift the book.

The book was heavy.

It was as uneasy as when trying to lift a heavy object with a single thread.

The reason was self-evident.

The magical power of the book is utterly lacking.

“I need a little more mana… .”

In order to move an object with magic like a normal wizard, there is not enough magic power to simply move the object’s magic power.

That’s why it uses the mana in the body.

The human body was like a magical fountain that kept bubbling up as long as the heart beat.

I decided to change my mind.

When moving a book, you don’t necessarily need to use the magical power of the book.

I took a deep breath.

I tensed all the nerves in my body.

As if my body became a transparent mirror reflecting the world.

The magic motif of the moon is a mirror.

I became a mirror, reflecting the outlines of objects around me.

In an instant, mana began to gather.

In a very brief moment, warm blood filled my body.

I didn’t miss the moment.

“… !”

The book floated around.

But that was only for a short while.

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A book that falls helplessly to the floor.

He had used up all the mana he had just accumulated by lifting the book.

As I lost my concentration, I felt a little tired.

“Whoa… .”

There were achievements.

It was the first time I used magic that was quite magical.

Even so, all I had to do was lift a thick book.

I also knew the limits.

Since I had never accepted Tristan’s body or my mind or magic, it was difficult to manipulate it delicately.

So, there was a limit to the amount of mana that could be handled.

You’ll have to increase it gradually.

A mirror that shines brighter the more you polish it.

I will polish myself and shine the magical power that exists in all things.

I focused again.

Just like when I felt the magic around me earlier.

Then my senses expanded.

Even though I couldn’t see it, I could feel the magic.

In the future, if you detect mana from time to time, the mana you can handle will also increase.

I checked the remaining days.

[351 days until service starts]

There is still time.

Until then, train this body as much as you can train it.

i looked in the mirror

Tristan, a fat aristocrat who looks more vicious the more you look at him.

If a character like this appears in any work, it will most likely be a villain.

However, I caught a glimpse of Tristan’s past in the space of trials.

Perhaps the past before the fall.

At that time, he was a pretty boy that surprised me.

Well, my father, Milliam, was also quite handsome.

It is strange that his son, Tristan, is not handsome.

“It’s annoying, but I can’t help it… .”

I can’t help it as long as I know that fact.

Now that we’ve glimpsed the hopes of turning Tristan into a whole new character, all that’s left is action.

I warmed up once and left the room.

*

“next?”

“Um… The next candidate is the Marquis of Wallace. I have a manor in Shizaal and I am 30 years old this year.”

“I am too old. leaving out.”

Bella said with her face half buried in the bed.

“How about Count Spread?”

“You look so ugly. leaving out.”

“Then what about Viscount Vives?”

“I am so poor. leaving out.”

“then… What about Baron Rihanna? He is neither old nor ugly, and his family’s finances are strong.”

“He is too short. leaving out.”

“miss… .”

When Bella looked up, there was a woman with a cold impression standing there.

“You can call me Bella when it’s just the two of us. You are my friend.”

“It is office hours. My job is to be an escort for the young lady, so I have to use an honorific title.”

“Yes… That is our Blanche.”

The woman called Blanche had her neatly tied black hair swept back.

Then, the long eyelashes revealed the inside of the wall below, which seemed to be as cold as ice.

“I have told you the list of all the people who have been courting you. Are there any men you like, lady?”

“Then everything is eliminated.”

Bella rolled over on the bed sullenly.

Not too long ago, the number of aristocrats who were courting her increased rapidly.

At that point, of course, rumors spread that the engagement with Tristan was broken.

All of them looked at Tristan and couldn’t even speak to Bella.

They sent several letters and gifts every day as if they thought they had a chance.

It was a very tiring job for Bella Isaachel.

It was partly because of her personality, but it was tiring to reply to each and every one of them and reject their proposals.

Yesterday was the limit.

Bella didn’t want to get out of bed.

I won’t reply to anyone today.

Bella, who had been so determined, suddenly thought.

‘But it’s so strange… .’

Surely it was something to rejoice in, free from the clutches of that evil man.

Ironically, why does he miss the days when he was his fiancé?

Bella muttered without thinking.

“Sigh… How did everything turn out to be worse than that man… .”

“What if you say that man?”

Oops.

I feel Blanche’s gaze above my head.

Away from that gaze, Bella sighed.

“… Didn’t I hear you wrong?”

“Nope. The lady clearly said it was that man.”

“Your ears are very bright. Our Blanche.”

“From the lady’s words, I think the man refers to her former fiancée, Count Tristan Ruelberta. Am I right?”

“… … Are you asking if you already know everything? Our mischievous Blanche.”

“I am against it.”

“… Suddenly, what is the opposite?”

“Not as good as that man.”

Bella sat right on the bed, facing Blanche’s face.

Her escort knight, a tall woman called Blanche of Iron Blood, was looking down at Bella with an expressionless expression.

“… Why not?”

“Don’t you already know, my lady?”

“I don’t know. Can you tell me instead? Our Blanche.”

To Bella, who giggled, Blanche answered in an undisturbed manner.

“The rumors about Count Tristan are not good. He is always angry, bullies the attendants, and is a careless person who thinks that money can buy everything in the world. Besides… .”

Blanche hesitated for a moment before continuing.

“Luelberta is the most dangerous family in the country. You better keep your distance from him.”

“Huh… .”

It was a theory.

No, it was a fact that Bella already knew.

Ruelberta already possessed too much power for a mere aristocrat.

And the darkness of Tristan’s unknown depth, Bella also knew the danger because she had seen it herself.

Bella burried herself back into bed.

‘But… … .’

The Tristan I had seen not long ago was different.

No, that arrogant personality was the same.

Even on the day he went to paradise, he abandoned himself and went back to his mansion.

He hadn’t even responded to the letter he sent in protest.

It was obviously odd.

He was no longer obsessed with Bella and seemed to have no regrets.

‘Whenever you follow me around like that, saying you’ll die… Was your love just this much?’

It felt like something was crushing my pride.

yes! It is clear that this was also what Tristan was aiming for.

It wasn’t enough that he had insulted the Isaac-Hell family; he insulted him like this, as if he were testing his pride.

Also an evil genius.

Bella struggled in bed thinking that he had beaten her.

Because of that, she never noticed Blanche’s dangerous gaze.