I'll Make It a Bad Ending Like a Villain

Chapter 133

A small smile spread across Philina’s face as she walked back to the academy.

During a conversation with Hestia, I suddenly had this thought.

What would happen if Ian stepped down as crown prince?

Will the original be completely ruined?

It’s a messed up story anyway, but I wonder if there will be a big problem if it gets more messed up here.

On the contrary, it might have benefited me.

Because in the original story, it was Ian who sentenced Filina to death.

If the subject disappeared, her ending might not have happened.

Wasn’t that the picture he really wanted?

By the way, I thought it would be interesting to see Ian’s distressed face.

…… There is no more certain revenge than this.

The carriage in which Philina was riding slowly slowed down.

Before I knew it, I saw the swordsmanship academy.

She got out of the carriage and walked leisurely past the entrance to the academy.

As I walked straight to my dormitory, I saw a notice posted in front of the building.

Again, it was written that they were recruiting cadets to participate in the Cohen War.

…… Is the whole story really ahead of time?

First of all, I had to ask Henry.

Are you going to participate in this war?

If he had been offered the offer, there were probably signs that it would go as it should.

If so, Henry may become a Sword Master at an early age due to his performance in this war.

And the imperial court will give you a particularly expensive sword.

“…… You must have killed me with that sword.”

A breath slipped between her lips.

His clenched fists trembled.

Then, with her eyes slowly closed and opened once, she moved her pause in steps.

As I headed to the training room, the instructor was coming out to see if the class was over.

Filina bowed her head in greeting and looked for Henry in front of the training room.

He was buried among many cadets.

One of the cadets grabbed Henry’s arm and asked me to show him how to handle mana, and he shook his hand roughly.

Then he smiled sweetly and opened his mouth.

“Don’t touch my body.”

What a contrast.

The cadet apologized to him with an embarrassed face. The other cadets who had gathered at Henry also shrugged their shoulders and stepped back.

He brushed his silver hair tiredly and glanced indifferently toward the door.

At the same time, his eyes met Philina, who was staring at Henry.

I could feel his purple pupils tremble faintly.

“…… Sir Debussy.”

Henry stood up and called out to her softly. Then the cadets who surrounded him also followed Henry and looked at Philina.

For a moment, she took all her burdened eyes and frowned, and jerked lightly at Henry, signaling him to come outside.

Seeing him hurry to walk, Filina left the training room first.

She walked with Henry to the space at the back of the training room. As the cadets entered the empty seat, Filina looked back.

Then I saw Henry looking at me with a slightly nervous face.

She asked Henry in a plain voice.

“Have you ever been told by the Vice Admiral to join the Cohen War?”

At Philina’s words, he opened his mouth, slightly surprised.

“I heard it from General Weaver, not from the Vice President. But how did Lord Debussy know that?”

Henry, who had been reciting this, suddenly said, his expression contorted.

“I don’t think you told Sir Debussy to join this war.”

At his earnest voice, Filina replied lightly.

“Of course not.”

At her words, Henry sighed lowly, as if reassuring.

“Ha, I’m glad I did. If Sir Debussy had told me that he was going to go to war, I would really . . .”

He paused for a moment and stared at Pilina inquiringly.

She made eye contact with Henry and tilted her head in wonder, and he smiled helplessly.

“I’m worried and I might die.”

At his words, Filina burst out laughing in disbelief.

“It’s over.”

Henry smiled affectionately at her, then his gaze collapsed downwards and his expression grimaced.

…… I knew.

He deliberately pretends to be okay in front of me.

The pale scars in his purple eyes were cracked.

It wasn’t until he lowered his head that a distressed face was revealed through the shadowed face.

Filina just stared at him.

What’s hurting?

Is it painful to be rejected by someone you liked?

Or was he hurt by the words he had hurled at Henry?

Filina pulled her lips apart with a sullen face.

“Are you going to war?”

At her question, Henry slammed his mouth shut and scanned Philina with a staring gaze.

Then, with a slight drop in his eyes, he asked nobly:

“…… I wish I hadn’t gone to war.”

Filina let out a small laugh.

He still had high hopes for me.

It was absurd.

How can you expect affection from someone who told me that I wish I was dead?

Now, however, he had no choice but to give an answer that lived up to his expectations.

All he wants now is for Henry not to attend the Cohen Wars.

“Exactly.”

“…….”

“I wish you didn’t go to war.”

Henry’s gaze deepened.

He spoke dryly.

“Are you saying that you don’t want me to participate because I’m worried?”

Henry’s words replied with a smile on her face that she was embarrassed.

“It can’t be. Quite the opposite. I’m afraid you’ll come back with a big performance in the war, because that’s so unpleasant.”

Despite Philina’s frank statement, he didn’t change his expression much.

Looking at him, Filina frowned.

Henry whispered, looking down at her with a dry face.

“Tell them I’m worried.”

“What?”

She asked, narrowing her brows, and Henry whispered, a small smile on his lips.

“Well, then, I will not participate in the war.”

Filina blurted out.

“Are you kidding me now?”

“That’s not that hard to say.”

“I’m not worried, why do I have to say that? I feel bad. I don’t even want to talk about it.”

“If you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to. Well, I can go to war as planned.”

Henry’s words made her frown.

“No way, did you already tell the general manager that you were going to participate?”

“There’s no reason to say no.”

“No matter what. How can you, who are only one ordinary knight, be willing to go to war?”

“It can’t be helped. I am not yet an adult, but it is not so bad to die a pitiful death while fighting for my country.”

It was as if she was going to die in a war because she wouldn’t dry up.

Filina looked at him in bewilderment.

“If you don’t want to go, you can’t. Why are you talking to me so sarcastically?”

At her words, Henry pouted his lips and blurted out in a blunt voice.

“Didn’t Sir Debussy say I wasn’t worried in the slightest, anyway?”

Having said that, he looked at Philina with a low-sank gaze and opened his mouth.

“After all, Sir Debussy wouldn’t really care if I died in war, wouldn’t he?”

It was evident that she was saying that she remembered telling me that she wished she were dead.

Philina glared at Henry with a fierce face, then turned away.

“Yes, do as you please.”

She blurted out in an insensitive voice, and as she walked away, Henry hurried over.

Then he asked, carefully grasping Philina’s hand from behind.

“…… Why don’t you just answer one thing?”

At the sound of Henry’s voice, she stopped and turned her head.

He continued, in a heavy voice.

“You did that to me before. Sir Debussy has all the memories of me, and I don’t know anything.”

“…….”

“Why don’t you tell me? I don’t know what I remember.”

She had been listening quietly to Henry, and she turned slowly.

Their gazes met in the air. Henry’s grip was still untied.

“I’ve always wondered. Sometimes Sir Debussy utters uttered utters utterances that are completely unintelligible….”

Filina said with a small snort.

“You don’t understand anyway. No matter what I say, I won’t believe a single thing.”

At her words, Henry furrowed his brow and shook his head.

“No, I don’t. If it is Sir Debussy’s words, I will believe them all.”

“…….”

“So…, talk to me. Anything is good . . .”

He looked at Pilina with his eyebrows contorted in agony.

He looked like he would understand himself if he heard the reason.

Filina kept her mouth shut for a moment, making eye contact with Henry.

A cool breeze swept between them.

She smiled dryly and opened her mouth.

“You killed me in a previous life.”

At the sound of Philina’s voice, Henry frowned, as if he didn’t know what he meant.

Philina, who had been looking up at him, sneered softly.

“I’ve already lived the same life over and over again.”

I could see his purple pupils widening slightly.

Philina pulled her lips apart with a faint smile on her lips.

“And I was brutally killed by you twice.”

Philina tilted her head at an angle and sighed.

“Oh my gosh, how could I like you?”

She let out a fishy laugh.

“That’s …, it doesn’t make sense.”

Henry’s face was confused.

He didn’t even know what Philina was talking about right away.

His reaction wasn’t particularly offensive.

Even if it were me right now, if someone told me that I was repeating my life the same way, I would have looked at it strangely.

He gave Philina a very embarrassed look, and then dropped his head.

“…… If you say that.”

Henry bit his bottom lip and muttered lowly.

“I am no longer to lust after Lord Debussy.”

He raised his head again, meeting Philina’s gaze.

“I heard it for nothing.”

Henry continued, his face turning even paler.

“…… I’ve heard it for nothing.”

A small sigh slipped between Philina’s lips as she looked at him.

Henry believed everything he said.

This nonsense……,

These ridiculous words just because she spit them out.

Henry lowered his gaze and sneered with a grim face.

“…… I was wrong, Lord Debussy.”

Filina looked at him in bewilderment.

How can you apologize for a topic you don’t remember anything about?

You haven’t done anything to me in this life…

Henry was staring at the floor with red, bloodshot eyes. There were red drops of blood from how hard he bit his lip.

Philina sighed with a blank face.