Blame v2c15

This place too was a country where not even ten years had passed since the end of civil war, so interest in war and peace hadn’t cooled. Therefore, journalists often posted articles covering conflicts occurring around the world, among which were articles about Tar.

The story of a young boy saving rebels in the middle of a battlefield with bullets raining down was very famous. The boy who saved lives without distinguishing between enemy and ally. Later, when news spread that a certain Tar boy had saved an Alcity war correspondent, the people of Armal all thought of Cheche. And when it was revealed to really be Cheche, the young hero of Tar became a hero in Armal too.

A good and just young refugee.

That had been the perception until now. When he became Evil’s secretary, there were many gazes expecting him to have a good influence.

However, after being measured as an S-rank Souler recently, he became not a good and just refugee but a pretty refugee who had reversed his life to enjoy wealth and prosperity.

“Evacuation? Ah, right. You should try psychological treatment. Just bring a few evacuating residents and roughly soothe them with Soul Aura and it’ll be fine.”

“Have you done it before?”

“Are you asking me right now if I’ve done psychological treatment?”

Evil asked back. As if asking how that made sense. James, the Vice President of Armal, everyone wanted to ask that back. It was a question that didn’t even make sense in itself. It was no different from asking a devil if he’d planted flowers.

“Yes, I asked you, Director.”

“This is maddening. Even being ridiculous has its limits. Would I have done such a thing?”

“I thought you might have. Because you’ve comforted me a lot until now, Director.”

“…….”

That devil gave comfort…?

The Vice President, who was doubting his ears, soon had to doubt his eyesight as well. Because of the sight of the devil, who had seemed surprised for a moment, bashfully blushing.

“Wh-what comfort did I give? I didn’t give any comfort, you know? I had no such intention at all, so you alone… must have felt comforted.”

“No, you did comfort me, Director.”

“Fuck, shut up. I don’t do such things. Comfort—such a disease, that trash-like act that idiots do to idiots, I absolutely don’t do.”

“Why do you speak of comfort as if it’s a very bad action?”

Oh my God.

What did the refugee just say to Evil Devil?

The Vice President stepped back, anticipating Evil’s fury. He was both dumbfounded and annoyed.

If you’re going to make that devil explode, do it in your own country, why in our country in this situation where every moment is precious….

However, unlike the Vice President, Evil’s Chief Secretary James waited quietly in place for orders. Not only that, but none of Evil’s attendants had terrified faces. They were slightly tense, but they certainly didn’t look like people whose lives were in danger.

“Hey, refugee. Originally, comfort is no different from a perverted act where idiots gather and mutually masturbate each other. Idiots cause trouble due to low intelligence, then want to be consoled with hypocritical words—why would I fit in there?”

“Then I shouldn’t receive comfort either. The difficult things I’ve experienced are things I caused by being an idiot.”

“…….”

Evil closed his mouth with a face that seemed at a loss for words, as if thinking ‘oh no.’ Wrinkles formed on his brow and his red eyes trembled like an earthquake.

“No, that’s… different. What you went through isn’t… your fault.”

There were three things the Vice President thought would absolutely never happen in his life: first was a hesitating devil, second was a devil reflecting on his own words, and third was a devil comforting others.

But just now Evil had shown all three aspects.

“Then the destruction of these residents’ homes due to the earthquake tsunami isn’t these people’s fault either.”

Cheche fearlessly took a step closer to the ferocious, muscular man who was easily a head taller than himself.

“Evacuation must come first. Everyone must be scared. You came all the way here to help, didn’t you?”

“…I won’t help with evacuation.”

The merciless tyrant stuck out his lips as if sulking. Cheche blinked his golden eyes and asked.

“So you really came to see the beach?”

“That’s not it, damn it.”

Evil scratched his head roughly as if frustrated. The hair that the Endem family’s stylist had carefully arranged before boarding the helicopter became disheveled.

“I’m going crazy. Why do I have to make excuses like this…”

After talking to himself, he gave the answer to the Tartarian who was quietly waiting.

“Why would I continue evacuating when I’m here? I should stop the tsunami.”

***

An earthquake tsunami, or tsunami, is not a disaster caused by humans but a natural disaster created by the earth. A cruel disaster where a tsunami occurs due to an earthquake deep in the sea and sweeps through low-lying areas on land. Since Aura Users came into existence, most accidents could be prevented, but they couldn’t even dare to defend against large-scale natural disasters like earthquake tsunamis, volcanoes, earthquakes, or typhoons.

Even an S-rank Motion Aura User who could turn buildings to dust in just one hour had to become just one powerless human in the face of large-scale natural disasters.

When a natural disaster was predicted and Aura Users were called, it was usually to minimize damage as much as possible, never to ask them to eliminate the natural disaster.

The same was true for Evil.

People had thought that even Evil, an SSS Multi User, couldn’t completely eliminate an earthquake itself or make a typhoon disappear. They knew it was possible to stop sandstorms or volcanic activity to some degree. But they couldn’t think beyond that.

‘I should stop the tsunami.’

It was an arrogant statement only Evil in this world could make. No one thought Evil could do that much. Evil had made them think that way. Evil had hidden his abilities until now. Even Evil’s secretaries only recently learned that Evil could hear even very small whispers on the same floor.

Hiding his abilities was easy. As the only SSS Multi User in history, there was no one to compare him to. His ability values were truly immeasurable without his own cooperation.

Of course, people didn’t think Evil had honestly revealed all his ability values, but absolutely no one, not a single person, could even imagine he could stop an earthquake tsunami.

‘If he could prevent an earthquake tsunami, if he had such an ability, why only now…’

While the Vice President and all the secretaries and attendants held their breath and dwelled on the shocking fact they had just heard, the small refugee blinked once and asked.

“How will Director-nim do it?”

In fact, the Vice President was more shocked by that statement.

Right now Evil Endem had revealed his ability—no, part of his ability—to the world, and you’re asking how?

“Even if it’s Director-nim, how can you eliminate an earthquake tsunami?”

“I said I’d do it because I can.”

“Have you done it before?”

“No.”

Cheche lowered his eyes and immediately turned around. Toward the Vice President. The Vice President, whose eyes met his, couldn’t move like a deer hit by an arrow.

“Where should I go?”

“Where, you ask…”

“Please tell me where we need to evacuate people.”

“Hey, what can you do alone?”

Evil grabbed Cheche’s arm and roughly turned his body around. More force went in than intended, and the small body almost fell over. Seeing him stagger after doing that himself made Evil even more heated, and he mercilessly scowled.

“You stagger at even this kind of force, what can you possibly do?”

“I came here as a Soul Aura User. I’ll at least treat their hearts.”

“Ah, fuck, you’re really pissing me off. You came as my secretary. Don’t be arrogant. You have no fucking ability and you’re just a guilt-ridden self-harming piece of shit—who are you going to comfort? When you yourself ran away from Tar.”

Actually, he had held back quite a lot. Even now, when he had exposed all of Cheche’s hidden feelings that he wanted to conceal—about self-harm and being a lump of guilt—in front of people, he was still holding back. Just by not breaking that thin wrist, just by not throwing him to the ground.

However, Evil had to greatly regret his words.

“……”

Cheche, who had been answering back well, closed his mouth. His long, dense eyelashes trembled slightly, then his head dropped powerlessly.

Evil was as shocked as if he had witnessed the sun falling.

This was the first time Cheche had dropped his head. This was a guy who hadn’t shown this appearance even at threats to kill him.

“Hey.”

I’ve said things like this many times until now. And each time he just passed over it indifferently.

Why suddenly…

“Ah, fuck.”

Evil roughly tousled his hair.

He had never once considered the hurt Cheche would receive until now. Even knowing how much guilt he carried beneath that indifferent face, he had said countless words that would be hurtful.

I kept scratching at being a Tartarian too, so why is he dropping his head all of a sudden?