I Was Confessed to by the Golden Sun

42 – 42. Sylvester

As I tried my best to forget Lucia’s surprise kiss and hurried my steps, the view outside the academy where we arrived in a short time was too desolate to put into words.

“Huh, what is this?”

Completely destroyed walls and security company employees lying around in a bloodbath.

Even the grass of the academy, where the original green color can no longer be found, as if the ground had been flipped.

If I only focus on the place I am right now and ignore everything else, it was truly a post-apocalyptic scene.

“Hey, Jack. Do we have to fight with this guy?”

Lucia sighed deeply while pinching her head at the sight around her.

I wanted to ask her why she tried to pass off kissing me so recklessly, but in this situation, I could not say such words and instead looked at the ground with lowered eyes.

“For now, we can’t leave it like this. Let’s go.”

Since the path made of blood extended somewhere, we quietly followed it.

The sight of security company employees’ blood stretching out like a red carpet at an awards ceremony was quite grotesque.

I glanced at Lucia, wondering if she would be shocked by this, but she simply giggled and looked at me with the same worried expression.

“hehehehe.”

I met Lucia’s eyes, who was watching over me with the exact same concerned expression.

I guess she was worried that I would be shocked by this..

In that case, she probably wouldn’t have planned this operation in the first place, and she must have predicted this sight to some extent.

“My husband, you’re so amazing. You really take care of me, don’t you?”

I was only worried that Lucia would be surprised, but judging by her words and expression, she seemed perfectly fine.

I don’t understand why she’s scared of dark things or things that resemble ghosts while being perfectly fine with seeing things like this if you look closely.

Actually, shouldn’t something like this be scarier than ghosts that can hardly affect our bodies?

“It looks completely innocent and reliable, but it’s unfair, you know.”

“I know it’s unfair to shake people’s hearts with those words, but do you know that?”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to say it without thinking. Are you perhaps flustered?”

“I’ve said it like that, but there isn’t a single man who isn’t flustered, Lucia.”

“Just by looking at your face, I flutter every three seconds, so we’re completely similar, aren’t we?”

I was completely defeated in trying to win over him for no reason.

How can he confidently speak such words without any hint of embarrassment?

Words like “I’m excited” or “I like you,” aren’t they a little embarrassing to say so openly?

As I turned my face away and felt embarrassed, he looked at me with wandering eyes and muttered in a voice that could be heard or not.

“You’re so cute, how can a person be in this state… No, it’s nothing.”

…Did I just hear something strange?

As I hurriedly continued walking with an anxious heart, the path made of fatigue gradually faded away.

The number of security company employees lying around was clearly decreasing.

“Maybe he has already taken care of one security company with just a telegram and is already searching for Raul at the academy.”

No, maybe it’s not Raul who is searching for me.

He may have realized that he was deceived by me by now, and if so, just by seeing my face, she might try to kill me.

It’s a little scary, but if things go wrong, Lucia could use the short-distance teleportation ticket she gave me.

And since I know how to avoid Silvesta’s ability, as long as I don’t make any mistakes, there shouldn’t be much danger here.

“We’re here.”

As the blood stretched out and momentarily stopped in front of the closed door, my intuition strongly shouted that she was here.

Quietly conceNT*Rating and sensing any signs of presence, I confirmed that someone was there and turned the doorknob to enter.

“If I can safely return from here, I will confess to the man I love.”

“Don’t say such things, bad luck will follow.”

Giving honeyed words to Lucia, who was blatantly raising a flag, I turned the doorknob.

“I’ve been waiting, insolent one.”

Silvesta’s sharp, purplish voice pierced my ears.

And at the same time, as soon as I entered the room, a vicious energy flowed through my body.

“Don’t say such things, my wife will get angry, so please restrain yourself.”

My skin trembled in the changing air, and my senses were urging me to run away from this place, but…

I only pretended to be calm and let out a light sigh.

‘In this space, Silvesta receives absolute correction.’

Silvesta’s title is the miracle that covers Mar, and in line with that title, she has absolute superiority in all Mar attributes.

Just like how the Saint, Eden Holloway, naturally possesses resistance to Mar attributes.

However, unlike the Saint who mainly utilizes that ability for defense, Silvesta uses it for offense.

‘Exactly, by creating this kind of space.’

It can be said that this ability is similar to the antithesis of the Saint who coNT*Rols the same space.

Her ability makes all enemies within the created space be determined as Mar beings.

The aura that flows into the body as soon as one enters this space is related to that ability.

Hence, Silvesta’s innate advantage in Mar attributes is applied to everyone within this space.

“This illusion seems a bit excessive, it could easily kill someone.”

I tried to sweep away the magical interference in various places, but it was still ineffective.

If it had worked, I wouldn’t have dragged it out for so long. I let out a disappointed sigh and placed a candy on the spot. I listened to Silvesta’s continued words.

“Deceiving the first-class demon hunters with a treacherous trap, can you take responsibility?”

Of course, I won’t do anything that I can’t take responsibility for.

Even though there were easier ways to capture Raul intentionally, I chose to have her break the walls.

I planned it so that all the security personnel would be knocked down.

‘How much time did it take to find a place that the security company could reach quickly, with a suitable distance from the fountain and a lack of people?’

If I were to do it again, I would have put in so much time and effort that it would have been impossible.

‘Moreover, if it’s Grayson, he would have done a splendid job.’

What I asked Grayson to do was to somehow record the whole process of Silvesta coming to the academy, breaking the walls, and knocking down the security company.

And when the fight was about to end, I would call for the Saint, Eden Holloway.

Perhaps he would come and bring a 4K surround video.

“Have you never thought that your straightforward personality could become shackles that hold you back?”

However, this is just my personal curiosity.

Raul’s persistence in pursuing not only him but all demons until the end of hell.

In the end, it may have a significant impact on Silvesta’s downfall, and she herself might think that it could be the cause that drags her down.

As this is my story, directly connected to the past, I focused on her answer to my question.

“Uprightness is a belief, and belief is the pillar that supports a human. Even if the pillar is still, it is bound to support everything above it. How can you say that it’s bound?”

Silvesta gave a very characteristic answer.

The true madness is not lamenting one’s own inability to stand even on the verge of death, but lamenting the fact that Raoul is standing there.

Even if her beliefs seem to hold her back, she saw it not as shackles, but as something that made her even stronger, able to withstand the burden she carried.

To be honest, I used to think that way too, until recently.

But not anymore.

“A landlord who only stands still can never go beyond that.”

Whether it’s the past or beliefs, it has only had a negative impact on me as a human.

What beliefs create are not just landlords, but also the burden that comes with them.

I let go of all of that and instead, I think I took a step forward.

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

I looked at Lucía, who tilted her head while listening to our conversation.

She is the main protagonist who has changed me the most, and the person I love now.

She may be the cutest and most insignificant in the world, but she is also the coolest and most confident woman among all.

“Lucía Klein.”

I felt an overwhelming desire to pinch her cheeks as I watched her tilting her head with a baseball bat on her shoulder, but I tried to restrain myself as much as possible and instead pondered the words Silvesta had just said.

Slowly, I walked around the chair she was sitting on and threw one candy at a time on the floor.

“Is that candy?”

Silvesta frowned suspiciously at my actions, but seeing me putting the candy in my mouth from time to time, he nodded a few times as if accepting it as some kind of ritual and shifted his gaze away.

“It’s a difficult thing to think that this is preparation for an attack in the first place.”

Attacking with candies that are around 5 centimeters in diameter at most? I’ve never heard of such an ability.

The smaller the size, the weaker the impact, that’s the unwavering law of nature. It’s not like the explosion I create is some secret technique of the Aruran family.

Previously, it was somewhat appropriate to describe it as “twisting and running rampant,” but the explosion is a kind of art that cannot be defined solely by the concept of that.

“Expansion and coNT*Raction, cohesion and coordination, overlap and design, malleability, etc. All the advanced application methods that can be implemented in a magic circle…”

To truly manifest my ability, the Aruran family’s secret technique [Explosion], I have to carefully understand the mana arrangement and structure contained in the existing object and transform it accurately according to its purpose.

If any of these processes are distorted, the desired power will not be achieved, and there are frequent cases where it doesn’t even explode.

“I’ve said enough from the fact that I’ve been studying like a dog for five years just to realize this.”

Therefore, she will never know that the candies I drop are a frontline for an attack.

“Would you like one?”

“No thanks, I’m not fond of sweets.”

We are currently exploring each other.

Sylvester, in order to properly understand and efficiently deal with the two opponents, is running simulations in his mind.

I am anticipating Sylvester’s movements and scattering candy along his path.

It is a kind of psychological warfare, but I, who have knowledge about the original work, am one step ahead in that aspect.

“It’s a pity it has come to this, Sylvester.”

That is why I was the one who finished exploring the opponent first.

“Farewell, then.”

At that moment, there could no longer be such a thing as Sylvester’s time.