The World After the Bad Ending - Chapter 215

A situation where Xenia's tears burst.

Fortunately, as much as it rained, the sound of her crying did not flow into Jerion Academy.

I never thought Xenia would feel guilty about my death.

'Isabel was talking about this.'

A lack of emotion is revealed in a place like this.

What to do with the crying Xenia.

I have two options.

Inform her that I am Bikerman and reassure her.

Or comfort her while hiding my identity.

I also couldn't find an answer here.

I am not Bikerman.

In some ways, I am the main person who took away her brother and eliminated him from this world.

Is it right for me to pretend to be Xenia's brother?

My head is getting complicated.

If not being selfish in these areas is like me, then it is like me.

However, I didn't want Xenia to be buried in the grief of losing her family.

She is an important figure who will play an active role in the future.

A situation where the world is reaching its peak.

The Panissis civil war has not yet ended.

The Holy Kingdom is still divided into the Temple faction and the Kingdom faction.

The Empire is in the midst of a battle for the Emperor's throne between the 1st Prince and the 3rd Princess.

A touch-and-go situation.

Each hero is very precious.

Having played the game, I know how important mental management is.

Even if Xenia doesn't fully accept me, I had to reveal what needed to be revealed.

"Xenia."

There is no one around.

It's thanks to Xenia showing that she wanted to talk only to me that they didn't follow.

"Bikerman is not dead."

Xenia's eyes turned to me.

She still didn't understand the meaning of my words.

My hand touched the air barrier she had set up.

Then the air barrier froze as it was, turning into a space just for the two of us.

This way, the internal situation is no longer visible from the outside.

I pulled the bandage of the curtain with my hand.

Soon after, my appearance changed, and white hair fluttered.

"I'm Bikerman."

The scars all over my body are not visible thanks to the long-sleeved clothes.

However, I couldn't hide the scars that stretched out to my hands.

One of my eyes became a dragon's eye because of the remnants of the ancient dragon, and some traces of scales remained here and there.

Parts that were not visible even when I went around with the bandage of the curtain untied because I had taken additional measures.

Even those parts were exposed nakedly.

It was to honestly inform Xenia that I am Bikerman.

I hope Xenia no longer feels guilty about her brother's death.

She wasn't someone who would be held back by something like this.

Xenia stared at me with a blank look.

I don't know what kind of answer will come out of her mouth.

The moment I tensed up for a moment.

"...Hanon, senior, is my brother?"

"To be exact, I've been playing Hanon all along."

When I corrected her words, Xenia still had a blank look on her face.

"...You're doing this to comfort me."

Huh?

"No, Xenia, I'm really your brother."

"I'm not an idiot either. I know that Hanon, senior, has a tool that can change his appearance perfectly."

I have already changed my appearance once in front of Xenia.

Perhaps that's why she seems to think that I used such a tool now.

"I mistook you for Bikerman oppa a while ago. At that time, I reinforced the Saint-rank magic a little more and learned the power to see magic power more clearly."

This is a story I heard once through Sharin's Milky Way.

It seems that Xenia has also become able to distinguish magic power, though not as much as Sharin.

Sharin is a person who has no interest in others at all, so she didn't even pay attention to Bikerman when he was in school.

Therefore, she didn't care even if Bikerman's magic power changed.

From Sharin's point of view, it was the first time she had seen him.

But Xenia was different.

Xenia grew up with Bikerman.

Even if she couldn't distinguish the magic power before, she must have known what color Bikerman's magic power was according to her instincts.

"Hanon, senior, has a completely different magic power from Bikerman oppa."

So she distinguished me from Bikerman as completely different people.

My face hardened.

In fact, Xenia's words are true.

I am not Bikerman.

I am just an outsider borrowing Bikerman's body.

If the color of magic power comes from the soul, it must be different from Bikerman.

I never thought that Vulcan trying to deceive Xenia by playing Bikerman would become such a boomerang.

There was a cause and effect in everything.

"Hanon, senior, you don't have to lie with things like this."

"No, that's."

I opened and closed my lips.

I told the truth and revealed my identity, but it was denied.

I didn't know what else to say here.

"Still."

Xenia forced a smile with tearful eyes.

"Thank you. I know that Hanon, senior, did it for me enough to act as Bikerman oppa."

Her two fists were clenched tightly.

"I might have trusted you if Hanon, senior, was really my brother."

"Xenia, no. Bikerman is."

"Yes, they say he even sacrificed himself for everyone in the end. There's no point in denigrating him anymore."

Xenia lowered her head as if she knew it too.

My head became complicated because I didn't expect the situation to turn out like this.

How on earth should I solve this?

Even if I mixed with Vulcan and made excuses, Xenia was with me during the Vulcan War.

She must have already known the color of my magic power.

Bikerman is not in this world.

I confirmed that much during the Vulcan War.

So I couldn't think of a way to make Xenia understand now.

'If I reveal the fact that I'm possessed.'

Will that solve the problem?

Even so, Bikerman ends up dead.

That fact ultimately didn't help comfort Xenia at all.

"Still."

Xenia's eyes reached me.

"I know it's a really stupid thing to say, but."

Her two legs moved with difficulty and stood in front of me.

Then Xenia leaned her face against my chest.

I couldn't feel any strength from her, who was already weakened as if she would break.

"Just for a while, can I call you oppa just for a while."

Guilt and sadness of losing her own brother.

Xenia appealed to me to overcome this.

Xenia is a perfectionist.

Perfectionists cannot withstand a single collapse.

Was it because I had supported her in the past so that her perfectionism would not collapse?

Xenia asked me once again.

To me, who stole her brother.

Guilt is an emotion of empathy.

Guilt was also an ambiguous emotion to me, who lost sadness.

I am only understanding guilt with my head right now.

But I know one thing.

A child is crying so sadly.

My hand embraced Xenia.

"Do that."

Even if I am selfish.

I didn't want to leave the crying Xenia in front of me.

Even if I'm not Bikerman, I'll be able to convey the warmth I have to Xenia.

In the pouring rain.

Xenia was just holding me tightly like that without saying a word.

May the day come when I tell the truth to the girl who lost her brother.

I had no choice but to irresponsibly leave it to my future self this time as well.

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Xenia barely managed to pull herself together.

She couldn't lift her face because she was ashamed that she, a perfectionist, had revealed her emotions, but her face was a little better.

"Xenia."

"Ah, yes, yes."

Xenia hurriedly raised her head and answered at my call.

Her face is still bright red.

"When I saw you earlier, it looked like you had more to say."

It was just a reaction that was briefly revealed because she couldn't control her emotions a while ago.

Judging from her tone, it seemed that she had more to say to me.

"Ah, yes, ahem, I'm not sure how important this information is."

Xenia cleared her throat and pulled herself together.

"It's okay. I'll listen and judge."

"Yes, it's a rumor circulating among the nobles recently."

Xenia calmly talked about the rumors she had heard recently.

"They say that dead people are coming back."

My eyes blinked.

For a moment, I didn't know what that meant.

"Dead people are coming back."

"I don't know how it happened. But the rumor is spreading quite specifically."

Xenia even bothered to tell me.

Then this information is quite a well-founded story.

I stroked my chin.

A long time ago, I had heard a similar story.

'The promise of mysticism to revive Centriol's dead son.'

Former Cardinal and former Paladin, Centriol.

He is currently working faithfully as the Holy Woman's bodyguard.

The reason he betrayed the Holy Woman in the past was for his son.

He joined hands with mysticism to revive his son, who had to die because of his weak body.

And now, the same kind of rumor is circulating.

Vulcan, the head of mysticism, is dead.

Including him, the base of mysticism also collapsed.

As such, I thought there was no need to pay attention to mysticism anymore.

But recently, news of another group different from mysticism has been steadily coming in.

Just looking at the Panissis civil war, those with mystic powers helped them.

And now, the evil hand has slowly been revealed in the Empire as well.

'Vulcan, who couldn't fully occupy mysticism because he was short on time.'

Where did those remaining remnants go?

My eyes narrowed.

'Heavenly Grace Gong.'

I believe that he was also involved in the Panissis civil war.

And I was convinced through this story.

Heavenly Grace Gong brought all the remaining members of mysticism, who were not complete, under his control.

To make Iris the Emperor and manipulate the world as he pleases.

He really started to use any means and methods.

'The fact that such rumors are circulating among the nobles means that he is gathering nobles on the condition of saving the lives of their loved ones.'

Even Centriol, who was a devout believer, betrayed him at the suggestion of saving his son.

The other nobles will be no different.

But are they really people who have been revived completely?

The concept of reincarnation exists in this world.

Even Wolfram is a regressor, and I am even a possessor.

A world where anything can happen.

But because it is such a world, there is also a terrible price.

"Xenia, can you find out more about this story?"

"Yes, I understand."

I feel an unusual flow.

I think I should also contact White Wood Gong separately.

She is the most expert in mysticism.