I Quit Being The Male Lead’s Rival

The Circumstances of a Trivial Villain (8)

In the original work, Ian and Cessianne went to Room 2. As a result, nothing was achieved in capturing Morriett and Carlon.

Of course, during that time, their love also sprouted.

And after the two got a little closer, they were found to have knocked down a manager, and a battle broke out.

Ian knocked down all those managers alone, and Robert called in a passing guard to arrest the people in the scene.

In the end, thanks to Ian's tremendous ability, this place was destroyed.

Of course, the original work has already been over for a long time.

'First of all, we're here without Cessianne…

Therefore, I had to devise a strategy that was reasonable.

"What's your strategy?"

Ian asked as we headed to room 3.

I whispered softly.

"Let's hide until Morriett comes in."

"And?"

"And then I follow him, put up my sword to him from behind, and threaten him."

"… What?"

"The end."

"The managers will rush in the middle."

"That's enough to win. You can knock them down quickly before they use the black magic."

I was confident that I would win all by myself, but if Ian was there, there might be a little difficulty.

However, once the black magic went out, it would chase you from behind, so you had to defeat it as soon as you saw it.

It was a must-win method obtained from one battle.

I spoke seriously

"If you don't use your body well, your head will suffer… We should be fine, so our heads can work less."

Ian seemed a little disappointed, but he could not refute it.

We entered room 3 together and stayed there for a while.

Room 3 was…

"These are the people selected by the Master himself. Everyone has a good appearance, right?"

An official who was receiving the admission fee kindly informed me. The Master seemed to mean Morriett, the owner of this auction house.

Ian and I sat in a carefully prepared seat. There was some time left before the full-fledged transaction began.

In front, there were men standing so handsomely that they could make someone's eyes pop out of awe.

It was obvious that they had already been encroached by black magic and had no conscious awareness.

"They do have an excellent appearance. There's only handsomelooking guys here."

Ian smirked when I sat down and muttered.

"Is that why you're amazed?"".

"No."

I answered seriously.

"I'm not that impressed because most men are handsome."

"What do you mean by most?"

"I'm just saying that all the guys passing by on the street are okay."

"What?"

Ian asked as if he were dumbfounded.

"Are you saying that any man is handsome?"

"Yes. Unless someone is madly handsome, they're all the same. I'm satisfied with everything."

Ian's lower jaw became stiff as if he were displeased.

So far, he had been told that he was handsome so often that he seemed to have been shocked by my way of thinking.

"Then you're saying that looks don't really matter when you look at a man?"

Ian seemed to have gotten a little intense unexpectedly, so I answered with sincerity.

"I don't care. Anything else is more important than that."

Come to think of it, I had been visiting him every day since I first met him when I was 14, but it was the first time we talked properly.

If it wasn't for this extreme situation, it could've never happened.

"Then what's important?"

Ian asked and I was deep in thought. I slowly opened my mouth.

"I'm the one who ran out before I properly greeted my real family after 22 years."

"That's…"

"And as soon as I met Aaron, I talked about inheritance rights. I was sorry for unexpectedly having someone to share that with me."

"… What?"

"You're amazed, aren't you?"

I laughed in vain and continued to talk sadly.

"So… Growing up in the hands of bad people, it's a bit unusual. My strange way of thinking pops out."

As I talked, I felt like I was organizing my own thoughts rather than telling Ian.

"So, it's that sad?"

Ian asked and I nodded slightly.

"Well, it's not good, is it? Of course, I shouldn't have thought of something like that back then."

He sighed deeply and made an expression of thinking for a moment.

And he suddenly asked.

"Do you want to hit me?" (+l/n: Ian…)

"What?"

"That's the only way I can think of to make you feel better. You like hitting me."

"You didn't…"

"I'll get hit."

I shook my head and declared myself a new person.

"Until now, I didn't have any desire in life except to win over you… Now, I want to do well with my new family."

My voice, which was heavily submerged, continued calmly.

"If I ever have a family, I don't want them to grow up like me."

Perhaps I couldn't even say this to my parents.

Because I thought they would be heartbroken.

But I didn't even have a friend, so ironically, I confessed to Ian, who was the worst person in the world to talk about these kinds of things.

"So I want to meet someone who has common sense, and is right and just."

Perhaps earlier, when I saw Ian, I felt a strange sense of relief, and it was clear that an inner intimacy had arisen.

Everything had changed, but my relationship with Ian did not seem to have changed.

Perhaps that was why my sincerity kept pouring out.

"I want to live normally, but I've never lived like that."

"So, my ideal type is a person who doesn't have any strange actions and thoughts."

I continued to laugh at him.

"For example, a guy like you?" (pr/n: I'm screaming??)

"Cough!"

Everyone around him looked at how loud Ian coughed.

I added hurriedly as I saw him even taking out a handkerchief and wiping his mouth.

"Do you hate it that much? I didn't mean you either, I just meant someone like you, so don't worry."

"No, that's…"

"What I value highly in you is that you have common sense."

I quickly continued in case he stormed out of his seat.

"I like good people, I hate bad people, and I like the fact that you hate someone like me!"

"From your point of view, if you're involved with me like that, that's really weird and informal. That's what I hate the most! So don't worry!"

I was amazed at Ian, who even said thank you to me after tormenting him so much, and he said it as if I gave him a present.

"And I'll abstain from the last swordsmanship competition if you want. I know it's been an obstacle to your life."

Surprisingly, Ian poured out words as he was hyper at my soft words.

"What does that mean, Annabelle?"

"What?"

I was dumbfounded because he suddenly seemed to be choked up. He even poured out his words like a waterfall.

"Why? Didn't you say that competition was your life? You said you wouldn't give up until you beat me unconditionally. You really don't need anything from me in your life anymore?"

When he said, 'you don't need me', his eyes were really full of resentment. (pr/n: hyperventilating)

"Or is it because I've been ignoring you so much all this time? You told my mother not to trust you? Of course I'm wrong…"

"You were rather generous with me, but what else did you do wrong?"

I quickly waved my hand and began to deny it.

"I am just trying to find a normal life now. Not only swords, but also a happy marriage someday…"

It wasn't until I uttered my excuses that I realized that I had answered something wrong. It was because his expression became more obscure.

"You can't give up. No way. You don't have to."

Ian said firmly, and I replied awkwardly.

"Well, if you…"

That was then. Suddenly, a man and two managers came in from the door opposite to where we came in.

Seeing all the officials greeting him, it was Morriett.

"How are you all doing?"

"Today is a good day, there are a lot of customers."

I looked around and the seats were already full.

Morriett also wore a mask, so it was difficult to recognize his appearance, but he seemed to be a pretty sturdy man.

He went directly to the stage after scanning the people.

"We sincerely welcome all of you."

Ian glanced at me. It was a signal asking if we should contact the others using magic items.

I quietly shook my head. To be honest, even with the rest of them, it wouldn't help much in terms of power.

If Robert was taken hostage, it would only make things worse.

It was better to just deal with them and finish it.

"I am the representative of this black market, Morriett H. Greetings to our customers."

I narrowed my eyes and looked at him.

'He looks aesthetically pretty:

If you looked closely at his mask, the subtle shape of his features was revealed.

There was no way that he was unaware of it, and it seemed that he purposely cut the mask at the angle he was most confident in.

The people sitting in the seats began to gossip.

"Wow, he seems handsome."

"I think he would look really handsome if he took off his mask."

Morriett greeted with a perfect smile.

"Thank you for your encouragement. I hope you have a good night."

It wasn't necessary, but he came to the stage and said it like that…

At that moment, I muttered the thoughts in my head.

"He's a crazy guy who talks to himself in the mirror every day, but he doesn't touch kids who are less handsome than him."

"The evil things from the other world are called the 'origin of black magic,' and if you destroy it, all the derived black magic will be released. But since they are ordinary objects or plants and animals, we cannot recognize them anyway."

I thought I knew the end of all this.