You Will Be Blessed If You Do Good Deeds¿ - Chapter 142

But.â
The face of the servant who was slowly recalling his memories at my question was soon filled with shock.

âWow, red eternal snow⦠⦠.â
That makes sense. He had become a completely different person without even realizing it.
âWhy on earth am I here?â

And the appearance of the neat and tidy servant of the palace gradually changed.
The clothes made of high-quality silk became worn and shabby.
The hair that had been neatly trimmed according to the trend had grown out haphazardly.

The servant, no, the woman named Mari, touched her dirty face.
â⦠⦠Oh my.â
âYou have talent as a magician.â

âMe?â
Mari made a puzzled expression.
Itâs true that he has talent.

No matter how much I helped him, it was obvious that he quickly came to his senses.
Honestly, heâs better than Yoo Han-ul.
âAlthough it is a state of the soul in the imaginary world, magic works better.â

Putting aside such trivial things, this child really had a rare quality.
It seems like it has been a long time since Margarita swallowed him, but the fact that his ego still remains is like that.
âThe amount of magic power is a quantity, but more than anything, your innate soul is strong. That is why Margarita ate you.â

Margarita is a life-size Buddha who needs magic power to live.
Ordinary humans would have used him as a laborer because absorbing him would not have been effective.
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However, if he had found a child with such talent for magic, he would have thought that absorbing his magic power would be better.

And he would have taken that for granted.
That is Margaritaâs life.
Marie stuttered.

âThen⦠⦠I am⦠⦠dead to the master?â
âNot yet, but if this continues, I will really die.â
And me too.

At my words, Marie, with her sullen face⦠⦠seemed to give up for a moment.
â⦠⦠Mother said that we survived thanks to the Masterâs grace, so we must repay it. From the moment we were born on this mountain until we die.â
âReally?â

Margarita faithfully followed Orbisâs teachings.
The woman who guided us to the castle did not question her lack of mental barriers. Margarita said that those who live on this mountain would be happy.
They would work regularly, eat, and sometimes even have the good fortune of raising children.

âDo you want to repay the grace too?â
However, Marie, who had been hesitating at my question, raised her head.
â⦠⦠No, this is strange.â

âWhat?â
âI, Iâm an idiot and have never learned anything, so I donât really know⦠⦠.â
Marie hesitated and said.

âWhy should I give my life to the Master?â
âYou said you were indebted to me.â
â⦠⦠So, itâs strange. I worked myself to the point of my hands becoming sore to earn my keep, and I gave more than I could eat.â

Marie looked at her shabby, rough hands.
And then she turned her gaze.
Where Marieâs gaze was directed, stood the beautifully grown Margarita.

A noble pearl, Margarita.
A child with the potential to become a great magician.

A pearl held by the sun that never sets.

âWhat kind of favor have I received?â
Crackle.
Crackle.

âIn the first place⦠⦠Why is she giving me favors? Whatâs so different about me and that woman?â
But now, here, this trivial question.
âUp close, I see that sheâs just a bad kid throwing a tantrum. Sheâs just like me.â

The question that this child, who is not noble but rather dirty, has, becomes a blade.
To destroy this solid world where hierarchy is established.
âIf I did something like that, my mother would have spanked my butt a hundred times for being so irritable!â

âWhat? Ahahahaha!â
I laughed out loud for the first time in a long time.
How could I not laugh and be angry when you spank a naughty child who is throwing a tantrum?

Cracks!
The sound of cracks continuing to spread somewhere.
This was the sound of Margaritaâs solid mental world breaking apart.

âOh, Rita, you are so arrogant.â
Wiping away the tears that had gathered in my eyes from laughing so much, I watched the world breaking apart with joy.
A magician deceives the world and creates miracles by telling the truth he believes in.

And this world is the truth that Margarita believes in.
It is not a sin to eat others to survive.
But then⦠⦠.

âYou should have realized that you could also be eaten by others.â
Kwajik!
A huge crack appeared.

âIf it were normal, I would have asked for a deal like a devil⦠⦠but it seems like I have already received too much in return.â
It seemed like a hundred-year-old laugh.
âWhat, what?â

I held out my hand to Marie, who still didnât understand the situation.
âCome on, letâs go kick that bad kidâs butt together.â