The Only Ending for the Evil Count Pig Is Destruction

92 – Scene 092# Exclusive Desire (Illustration added)

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“really… . Are you okay?”

“yes.”

All the rituals were completed.

All you have to do now is pump some magic into it and get started.

But Albert was hesitant.

His spells were not created with the assumption that they would be used on humans.

Originally, a spell created to bestow things. I only knew that theoretically this technique could also be used on humans.

yes. Theoretically.

“Albert. Start.”

Whether he knew it or not, Tristan urged him on.

It was clear that there would be great pain.

Albert suggested anesthesia, but he refused, saying it was not necessary.

It was clear that he would struggle with the pain that would soon come upon him.

“… count. I must have warned you.”

“yes. I have heard enough.”

In the end, with a feeling of desperation, Albert poured his magic into the spell.

Pajik-!

The spell drawn on the corner of the count’s eyes flashed.

“… ?!”

The next moment, Albert couldn’t help but be stunned.

Tristan was lying very carefree while the spell was being activated.

Albert checked the formula just in case.

However, the formula was working normally.

Then Tristan would have to go through the pain of having his eyes gouged out alive.

It should have been… .

‘Why can you put on a calm face… .’

Tristan looked calm.

He was lying calmly on the bed as if he were in his own room, undergoing surgery.

Seeing that, Albert activated a series of spells.

Pajik-!

Pajik-!

Pajik-!

The spells flashed and began to hack Tristan’s eyes.

But Tristan had the same reaction.

“count. Aren’t you sick?”

“Nothing.”

“Um… .”

At this point, Albert became curious.

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Does this man feel pain?

Albert said to his granddaughter, who was assisting him.

“Vanessa. I’ll ask for the third and fifth spells right now.”

“yes? Two each?”

“yes. Do it at once.”

“Wait a minute! at once?! If so, the Count… .”

Vanessa took a quick look, but the Count replied as if he didn’t care.

“I do not care. Do whatever you want.”

“… It’s going to get more and more painful from now on. If you feel unbearably sick, I can take a break, so please tell me.”

“Well.”

The Count nodded.

Albert activated all the spells.

Vanessa also followed him and channeled her magic into the ceremony.

Pajik-!

Pajik-!

Pajik-!

Could it be because he activated many spells at the same time?

Even the legendary craftsman, Albert, was exhausted to the extent that he could not maintain his concentration. Cold sweat ran down his forehead.

However, the count was lying on the bed with the same face as before.

“indeed. It stings a little.”

As he said that, half of his left eye was separated by a spell.

The unbearable pain must have tore his optic nerve. Even so, it just stings… .

Albert muttered involuntarily.

“… Does the count feel pain?”

“Of course.”

It was an immediate answer.

But it was not convincing.

“I can’t believe it… . You don’t look like someone who can tolerate pain at all.”

“By nature, people do not understand the pain of others.”

At Albert’s words, Tristan spoke calmly. However, there was an unknown power in those blunt words.

“Albert, the reason you ask such questions is to understand my pain. Even if you can’t understand it, I think it’s a good thing to try to understand.”

Tristan was a man you never knew.

At first, I had to be wary of him.

Because he, the son of Earl Milium Ruelberta, was also trying to dabble in the taboo.

But Tristan was different from Milliam.

They were trying to right not only Milliam’s mistakes, but also Albert’s mistakes.

Even if it is something that violates taboos.

Not only that, but he was a man who would go so far as to sacrifice himself for the sake of his subordinates.

So Albert couldn’t help but question.

Is Tristan really the man who does evil as rumored?

Albert was in a complicated mood and had no choice but to reply.

“… Thank you for the compliment.”

Thanks to the one-time activation of the spell, the operation proceeded quickly.

The count’s operation was over with the application of ointment and bandages.

Even Albert thought it was a successful operation.

It was as the Count had said. Perhaps in a few days his eyes will recover too.

But the problem was with his henchmen.

Perhaps because of her loyalty, Helga, like Tristan, started the operation without anesthesia.

When the spell was activated and the eye transplanted, she struggled in pain.

“stop! That, it won’t fit that big!”

“Ahahahaha. Be patient. I’m almost done.”

“A lot of people! It’s torn!”

“Don’t worry, it won’t tear. No, even if it’s torn, Grandpa will stick it on.”

Vanessa, who was assisting, said that it was fun, but Albert, who was next to him, had to sweat because of the delicate technique.

Unlike the Count, who was calm throughout the operation, Helga twisted her body around.

Albert finally finished all the surgeries, admiring the count’s wisdom for tying up Helga in advance.

*

the next morning.

I couldn’t help but frown at the pain in my left eye.

‘Ah-oh… . What the hell is ‘Is there no pain I can’t bear’… .’

If it wasn’t for ‘patience’ and ‘arrogance’, it would have been ugly.

It was strange to see the arrogant Tristan anesthetize me, so I happily refused Albert’s invitation.

And immediately regretted it.

It was difficult to maintain composure during the entire operation due to the pain beyond imagination.

No, on the contrary, there were times when I was calm because I was in so much pain.

I wrote ‘Patience’, but the pain was vividly felt.

‘Patience’ wasn’t an anesthetic, so I had to realize what it felt like to have an eye gouged out alive.

It was such a terrible pain that I wondered if I had ever been in such pain in my life.

“Whoa… .”

It was so horrible that I never want to go through it again.

But no regrets.

Because with this, a character I was attached to became complete.

The scar on her left eye, which could be said to be Helga’s only weakness, is now gone.

It will take some getting used to the new perspective for a while, but she’ll get it done in no time.

Now Helga will be able to become stronger than the original.

It was just what I was expecting.

smart.

“Count. Are you awake?”

“yes.”

I guess the nobles can’t do it.

The one who opened the door and appeared was Helga, a woman wearing an army coat over her shoulder.

Originally, the exclusive maid, Wendy, was in charge of Helga’s stead.

And she, like me, had a bandage over her left eye.

“How are you feeling?”

“As usual.”

Actually, I feel like I’ll die more than usual… . A law that cannot be expressed.

I played the usual Tristan calmly with ‘patience’ and ‘arrogance’.

“that… Go.”

Helga came towards me, her high heels clattering.

Somehow it feels good.

“Count. there… . It’s sudden, but there’s something I want to show you.”

“… ?”

Having said that, Helga suddenly began to remove the bandages covering her eyes.

No, please… so fast?

“I am all better now.”

Could it be because of Helga’s superhuman resilience and the effect of the ointment?

Her new left eye was revealed as the bandages came loose.

“Because I wanted to show this to the Count first than anyone else.”

Helga sat across the bed so I could see her and looked at me with both eyes.

Her left eye finally opened.

Naturally, they were the same black as Tristan’s pupils.

However, the two were different.

If Tristan’s pupils were cloudy, like dark clouds, Helga’s pupils were shining like the night sky embroidered with stars.

“It’s fortunate that the Count is the first one I can see with these eyes. How are you?”

“… It suits you well.”

It was an honest impression.

He shone more in her eyes than in Tristan’s.

“Heh… . is that so?”

Helga suddenly became odd-eyed, but she didn’t seem to be dissatisfied.

No, it was rather a sight I liked.

Are you happy that your eyes are open?

Seeing her smile made me feel so rewarded that I forgot the pain.

“Oh, look at this too.”

Suddenly, Helga started taking off her stockings.

Black stockings slipping down.

The white legs hidden in it were revealed.

Even after washing her eyes and looking, there were no scars on her legs.

“how is it? my leg. I applied ointment every day and it became smooth. hehehe… .”

“I guess so.”

Helga brags to me, crossing her legs.

It felt a bit strange to have a woman with her skinny bare legs on the bed since morning.

“Please feel free to enjoy. My body that the Count gave me again.”

Helga looked at me with deep eyes.

“But no one will show it. I will show these precious eyes and these bare legs only to the Count.”

Then there would be no point in giving me eyes at all… ?

I tried to put that question into my mouth, but I couldn’t.

Helga started unbuttoning her jacket.

“Of course this body… . I’ll only give permission to the count… .”

Before she had time to dry herself, Helga took off her blouse.

Normally, it was hard to notice because it was covered by an army coat, but she had a well-proportioned body.

When she took off her clothes, her breasts wrapped in a bra and clean abs with no scars were revealed.

However, apart from that sentiment, I put my hand between my forehead.

“I would never have ordered you to undress.”

“sorry. Count. I don’t think I can take it anymore… .”

Helga’s eyes were unimpressive.

He was looking at me with eyes that said his owner was so lovable.

She took off her clothes one by one and approached me.

Eventually, when all that Helga wore was her underwear, she was right in front of my eyes.

Her bewitching eyes were wanting me madly.

“It’s okay to treat it carelessly, so please confirm that this body belongs to the Count. Monopolize me!”

“Do you dare to order me because you acted on your own?”

“Today will be my brother’s…” ! Then will you forgive me for my mistake? Yes… ? Will it? heh heh heh… .”

Wrong.

As if she couldn’t hear me, Helga licked her lips and reached for her bra.

smart.

“Yeah… . A guest has arrived… .”

A guest from this morning?

Before I could ask who I was, the door burst open.

The guest brought by the maid opened my door and came in.

And the customer who came in at the worst timing was a completely unexpected face.

Her silver hair shone in the sunlight filtering through the curtains.

Tristan’s former fiancée, the noblest woman in the country, was standing at the door.

“Whoops… . Did I interrupt you?”

(Helga in treatment)