You Will Be Blessed If You Do Good Deeds¿ - Chapter 144

Somehow, I didnât ask for my identity even though I suddenly appeared and saved her⦠⦠It seems that Mari mistook me for an angel.
âHeaven⦠⦠Sa?â
Mariâs mother glanced at me.

At the same time, Robo was standing next to me.
Anyone could tell that he was not an angel, but rather a devil⦠⦠at least, a villain.
âI⦠⦠.â

I tried to correct him but stopped myself.
âIt would be easier to let them think Iâm an angel.â
Honesty is a virtue, but as a devil, thereâs no need to take care of such virtues⦠⦠.

What difference would it make if I told them that I was actually the Demon King of this world and was the blood relative of Margarita, who exploited them?
Rather, in times like this, isnât it more devilish to act like an angel?
âCome to think of it, this happened a lot in my past life.â

At one time, I was called the nightmare of the empire, the demon of destruction, etc. in other countries.
However, my past life appearance didnât easily remind me of such titles, so I often disguised myself as a priest or something.
I quickly came to a conclusion and spoke while maintaining my most shameless face.

âYes, I am an angel.â
-The system questions the user, âJeong Da-onâsâ statement.
You should shut up.

But itâs fortunate that there are no cameras.
No matter how much the ability gained from public opinion is beneficial, I also have my limits.
How horrible it would be if this were recorded somewhere.
âT-Thatâs right?â

Mariâs face brightened.
âI knew it! Mom often told me about it. The story of a silver-haired angel who appears in front of suffering people and kills bad guys! Although she doesnât have silver hair⦠⦠.â
As she spoke, Marieâs voice began to grow quieter, as if her confidence had disappeared.

By the way, was there such a fairy tale in this world? It seems that a strange story arose after I died.
â⦠⦠So, Angel⦠⦠What do you want me to do?â
Of course, that didnât mean Marieâs mother believed me.

Seeing her still not letting her guard down, I said slowly.
âI plan to get rid of Margarita.â
Margarita.

Marieâs motherâs shoulders unconsciously shrank at that name.
Even though she had escaped the delusion for a moment, it seemed that her fear had not gone away since she had been controlled for so long.
âGet rid of her.â

The woman bit her lips and held Marie in her arms.
âThat⦠⦠is possible? Master, you are the strongest magician in this world.â
âOh, but Iâm not from this world.â

Even though we had some connection in our past lives.
âIf you and the others living on this mountain help, itâs not impossible to defeat Margarita.â
âYes? But we donât have any power, so how can we⦠⦠.â

âMom!â
Mari raised her head and said.
âThe angel said I have talent! So if I help the angel, I can⦠⦠!â

âNo, I just said I have talent, but it doesnât mean you can defeat Margarita.â
Mari was shocked and dazed, but it was a natural fact.
It was true that the child had a rare talent.

However, if that alone could defeat a great wizard who had reigned for a long time, who would devote their lives to magic?
Margarita was even a treasure among treasures, having invested all of her resources in nurturing her talent since she was young.
The difference in environment cannot be overcome with individual effort alone.

âThen what do you want me to do?â
âThis estate is under Margaritaâs control, but it is not entirely hers. You also have a share of this estate.â
âYes? But we are not in a position to claim a share, and the ownership of this land is⦠⦠â

âStatus is not the essence.â
Even minerals that are not magic stones become part of the world after being buried in the ground for a long time.
People are no different.

Of course, magic is a power that allows you to defy the physical laws of the world.
However, that does not mean that ordinary people without magic have no power.
âStatus and capital are ultimately just means that humans created for their own convenience. You should not be controlled by those means.â

Land originally has no such thing as ownership.
Didnât humans simply draw a line and divide it?
Those who cultivated this land to live, breathed and lived on this land, and were buried in this land and died.

These are the ones who are qualified to be the masters of this realm.
If those who have lived on this mountain for generations stand up to Margarita and claim ownership of this realm.
The magical structure of this realm controlled by Margarita will inevitably crack.

âBut even if you ask me to claim ownership, how can I⦠⦠.â
âIâll tell you later. You gather all the villagers first.â
There isnât much time.

Margarita will soon prepare a counterattack.
First, gather the villagers first.
âCough!â

Margarita bent over and coughed at the sharp pain in her abdomen.
Red blood clumped and poured out onto the carpet.
âYour Majesty, are you okay?â

â⦠⦠â

The man who had been set up as a knight asked Margarita in surprise, but she didnât answer.
âThe world of illusions has been shattered. And now thereâs a soldier of the twilight.â

Her hands were shaking.
But it wasn't just because of the physical pain she felt after a long time.
"... ...Why, aren't you on my side!"

Wah-jang-chang!
She threw the water bowl and the pieces flew to the floor.
Margarita couldn't control her anger and kept whining.

"Lucy, Lucy, Lucy! You always said you were on my side, you said you would be my strength, you liar!"
Wah-jang-chang-chang!
"You told me to be a good emperor! You said you would be my morning star someday!"

No matter how much she yelled, her anger didn't subside, so she continued to stomp on the broken pieces.
"But why aren't you on my side!"
She didn't care if her precious shoes were broken or her skin was torn.

Margarita was a person who had never been able to control her anger.
Even if that anger ruins her.
âHere, wipe it.â

After being angry for a long time, Margarita slumped down on the chair and held out her bloody feet to the knight.
The knight, as if it were natural, knelt down and wiped Margaritaâs feet with a clean cloth.
Margarita, watching that, suddenly had an idea and asked.

âHey, you.â
âPlease ask.â
âLucy⦠⦠No, do you remember the rude intruder earlier?â

The knight, no, Yoo Han-ul, nodded to Margaritaâs question.
âYes, Your Majesty.â
âWhat do you think?â

âHe was a rude intruder.â
âYes⦠â¦â
Judging from his reaction, it was clear that Yoo Han-ul had lost his memory.

Margarita was lost in thought.
âJudging by Lucyâs reaction, this man must have known Lucyâs reincarnation.â
However, this manâs mental barrier was very weak compared to his physical abilities, and he was completely bewildered, so he didnât recognize Lucy at all.

And at that moment.
Lucy thought she was hiding her expression well, but Margarita knew that soul too well.
It was definitely a disappointed expression.

At that moment, Margarita guessed Lucyâs purpose.
Lucy had definitely come here to save this author.
âItâs annoying.â

Margaritaâs mental world, which she had a connection with since her previous life, was mercilessly shattered, and she was moving for this author who was nothing.
She didnât come to see me.
She absolutely could not forgive him.

â⦠⦠This is useful.â
So suddenly, one thought occurred to Margaritaâs angry mind.
âI will give you an order.â

âYes, Your Majesty.â
âKill the intruder and come back.â
With a wicked smile, Margarita ordered.

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âI came to save you, but if you die by your hand, or if you resist and get killed, youâll look quite handsome. The latter would be more painful for Lucy!â
âYes, I understand.â

âAha, ahahahaha!â
Margaritaâs laughter grew louder as she watched Yuhanul answer well.
Yuhanul simply bowed his head in front of her and took a respectful pose.

However.
A ray of wisdom flashed through Yuhanulâs clouded eyes as he bowed his head.
An evening when the sun was beginning to set.

The villagers who had been summoned gathered at the village square.
âWhatâs going on, Laura?â
âThatâs right. Why are you suddenly gathering⦠⦠Whatâs going on?â

âYou said you were surprised to meet strangers, but are you feeling unwell?â
They were all gathered at the call of Laura, Marieâs mother.
They had been living together on this mountain since birth.

Their innocent faces were filled with worry.
â⦠⦠Yes, everyone. I have something to tell you.â
Laura nodded with a dark expression as she watched the familiar people gathering.

âWhatâs going on? Did the fields made with slash-and-burn farming get destroyed?â
âNo, I saw it this afternoon.â
â⦠⦠Please have this first.â

Saying so, Laura placed a large jar filled with liquid in the middle of the gathered people.
Inside the jar was a golden liquid with a sweet smell.
âWhat is this?â

âI found some herbs and honey, so I made some medicinal liquor.â
Laura was always busy making medicine by gathering plants that most people would ignore as weeds.
âOh, thank you, I already have a sore throat.â

âWhat are you trying to say by giving me all this? Thank you.â

After this happened several times, the villagers drank the liquid without much suspicion.
Laura looked at them and doubted.

â⦠⦠Will I really wake up from my delusion if I drink this?â
This was not actually a medicinal liquor Laura had made, but a magic potion given by a wizard who revealed himself to be an angel.
- Itâs a potion that temporarily restores your thinking and mental powers.

- Itâs not a dangerous potion, is it?
In response to Lauraâs question, the wizard smile that resembled a sneer.
-Who would dare hide that? Next time, she would really lose her daughter.

No matter how I looked at her, she didnât seem like an angel.
Could this be a trap?
Could that mean red snow be disguised as a prank to test Yeongjiminâs loyalty?

â⦠â¦Still.â
Laura bit her lip.
She had lived under Margaritaâs mental control for many years, but in fact, there was always a question that was bubbling up unconsciously.

Why did I have to live here, and why did I have to obey the masterâs orders?
â⦠â¦Everyone, our Marie is dead.â
Even though she had lost the most precious daughter in her life and didnât know it.

It gave her goosebumps.
The unknown wizard was right.
She couldnât live like this. She couldnât hide it anymore.

She couldnât lose her daughter again.
âWhat?!â
âDidnât you get picked by the master to work for you?â

âNo.â
Laura took a deep breath and said, looking at the villagers who had similar reactions to her.
âThe master, no, Margarita killed our Marie.â

âLaura, what are you talking about? Why did the master⦠⦠â
âYou shouldnât call the masterâs name carelessly!â
âWhat kind of insolence is this!â

The villagers were confused by Lauraâs words.
In particular, one of the usually grumpy old men among them harshly criticized Laura.
âEven if my daughter really died, donât be rude to the master!â

âWhat did you say?â
âThe master wouldnât kill someone carelessly. Didnât Marie make a mistake to the master?â
âYes, she must have made a mistake and died. âHuh?â

One of the villagers who had been playing along with the old man suddenly frowned.
â⦠⦠If she made a mistake, even if she died⦠⦠.â
Laura did not miss his hesitation.

âAre you saying that if our Marie made a mistake, she could die?â
âUh⦠⦠.â
âSir, you know what kind of person Marie is. Youâve been watching her since she was little.â

Marie was often called a weirdo because she was anxious to get out of this mountain, but she was innocent like other children.
But is it wrong for a child to dream?
So much so that she could die if she made a mistake?

The children were the treasures of this village.
The face of the person who had been playing along turned pale.
âI, I⦠⦠.â

âGrandma, too. When she broke her leg, our Marie searched all over this mountain to find a remedy. But youâre saying she could die?â
â⦠⦠⦠⦠â
The old manâs eyes, which had been sullen, slowly widened.

And that commotion was not just theirs.
Laura continued.
âAnd in fact, Marie is not the first person to die like this. Think about it carefully.â

People said that they ran away without knowing the grace.
Just yesterday, the people they had been relying on died, but they insulted them and forgot about them in an instant.
Laura herself was the same.

How long had the silence been?
â⦠⦠Iâm sorry.â
The old man who had been sullen was the first to raise his dry hands and cover his eyelids.

âYou canât help it even if Marie dies. Why on earth would I say something like that⦠⦠.â
âWhy on earth did we think that?â
âThatâs right, if you made a mistake, you deserved to die⦠⦠.â

âNow that you mention it, where did your husband go?â
â⦠⦠Oh my. Jack! How long has it been since we saw Jack?â
The townspeople were getting more and more confused.

The medicine given by the unknown woman was really starting to take effect.
And.
âNow we can talk.â

Swish!
A woman wearing a cloak of darkness appeared out of nowhere.
The townspeople were all shocked to the point of fainting at her sudden appearance.

âHuh, huff!â
âWhat is this!â
But Laura was not surprised.

Instead, Laura clasped her hands together earnestly and prayed to the black-haired angel.
â⦠⦠I did as you said, Angel. Is this enough?â
âIt is enough.â

Then the angel answered, still mocking Lauraâs earnestness.
âNow we are finally ready to dye that eternal snow red.â