I’m Sick of the Kind Protagonist, so I Might as Well Just Die - Chapter 69

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#69
▶ [Observation Alert] Research Lecture Below Standard!
The Eleventh Being grows bored.
The First Being is fed up with the time for “reflection.”
The Twelfth Being mocks the Creator’s helplessness.
The Second, Third, Fourth, and Fifth Beings review terminating the observation.
The Sixth Being considers forcing tragedy into motion!
Votes in favor of forced activation: 11 / Against: 1
One thing became abundantly clear from this.
‘They have no idea what conversations are happening in my head.’
-They say you become a stubborn fool when you refuse to acknowledge that there are things in this world you cannot comprehend.
Perenustus, who had coldly mocked the Ancient Gods, stared at the status window. The window that had been floating high in the sky began to spin in circles around us the moment it caught his gaze, as if taunting him. It seemed the Ancient Gods—or these old relics—were already confident in their victory. The gaze that compressed despair and helplessness into boredom was sharp enough to sting.
“Aurelia. Do you know how to dance?”
“…Suddenly?”
“Leonas and Bilateia know how to dance, don’t they?”
“….”
“Even if you don’t, let’s try anyway. I really hate losing to anyone.”
He glanced at the spinning status window, then gently took my hand to escort me as he began to step. When an incongruous dance erupted in the Palace Square reeking of corpses and stench, those who had been executing and informing on others stared at us as if we were mad.
“Hey, can I ask why you’re really doing this?”
“Hmm. You won’t believe me anyway.”
Perenustus interlaced his fingers deeply between mine and opened his mouth with a hint of shyness.
“A very long time ago, I was someone who caused more trouble than Aurelia, was as discontent with formality as Leonas, and wanted to try more things than Bilateia.”
I lifted my head, wondering what he meant, and was met by a man with a smile so hauntingly beautiful it was chilling. It was a smile brimming with such overwhelming confidence that it bordered on menace. Goosebumps erupted across my entire body.
“What… what are you setting up for like this?”
“Those who are watching with great anticipation want to abandon all concepts of fairness, equity, and balance and just run wild for once. It’s only natural to oblige them.”
He glanced at the status window flickering as if urging him on, then stepped lightly toward the center of the Palace Square.
As the professor began to dance through the heart of hell where the guillotine’s blade gleamed and the stench of burning corpses vibrated, a startled Leonas and Bilateia hurried to join us.
“My esteemed top students from the Academy.”
Perenustus called Leonas and Bilateia closer in a tone that sounded nothing like praise.
“Forget about rules, discipline, punishment—all of it. If I granted you full authority, what would you most want to do right now?”
Before his question even finished, Leonas rushed forward without a word. The judges and Revolutionary Army members who had been sitting atop the guillotine in the Palace Square, mocking the lives of the people, had their heads severed into the air in an instant.
‘Is he allowed to do that? Really?’
-If we’re talking about what’s allowed and what isn’t, summoning the Creator of the Worlds into a distorted world is far more forbidden.
Empowered by the administrator’s noninterference, Leonas swept through the Palace Square like a madman. The white haze flowing from his fingertips reduced the bodies of those he had just killed to nothingness before they even touched the ground.
“As expected of Leonas. Even the cleanup is done so cleanly.”
“Silpi shouldn’t be using divine power like that….”
Perenustus, who had wrapped his arm around my waist, frowned slightly. Then, as if thinking of something, he began to tap my skin lightly with his fingertips. Without even realizing it, he tapped habitually until, after a long moment, his lips curled upward.
“Why is Bilateia just standing there like that?”
Bilateia, who had been standing idly with no intention of moving, looked toward us.
“Bilateia. Is there nothing you wish to do?”
“My apologies, Professor. I failed to understand what you expected me to do in this tediously peaceful Palace Square.”
Bilateia Fernichiosa Venisike lowered her eyebrows as though genuinely troubled, tilting her head with a puzzled expression. Perenustus smiled as though thoroughly pleased, tightening his grip around my waist.
“Aurelia still lacks motivation?”
“Unfortunately, that’s how it’s become. I didn’t realize Silpi’s curse was this potent.”
I added my words in a voice that seemed somehow diminished, as though shrinking into myself. I admired the fact that Leonas Hagpethar Yuletanis was a formidable man, and that Bilateia possessed the skill to extract maximum efficiency with minimal effort—but I didn’t want any of it. I simply found myself growing to hate my own helplessness all the more.
-There’s no need to hate yourself for that.
Perenustus, who had peered into my inner thoughts without permission, slightly furrowed his brow and lowered his voice.
“You see, I’ve always thought that if one were to live without ambition, living loosely and comfortably while admiring beautiful things would be the best course.”
Perenustus, spouting another contextless remark, gently spun my body as though we were waltzing.
“What—?”
As my vision swept in a full rotation, the landscape transformed at every turn, as though the chaos of moments before had never existed. The piles of corpses became lush rose vines, the guillotine that had reeked of blood became an ornate marble Fountain. A Palace Square so perfectly and beautifully rendered it seemed painted suddenly consumed reality itself.
“So Aurelia will likely find this quite pleasing as well.”
Completing the rotation and cradled in his embrace, I listened to a resonance I couldn’t distinguish—whether it was my own heartbeat or his—and swallowed dryly. As our gazes tangled, Perenustus gave a small nod.
“Living without searching for meaning or motivation, without striving—it simply happens that way.”
“….”
“Since that was true for me, my mission too can simply exist adequately without fanfare.”
I gazed at Perenustus as though enchanted. The stone that had secretly weighed upon my chest seemed to melt and dissolve. I had been pretending otherwise, but those nameless descriptors—bug, error—had coiled around my throat like a noose, strangling my heart. That’s why I had tried so hard to act more heroically, more meaningfully.
‘But if I can live without striving, without fanfare….’
The anxiety I had secretly used to whip myself with came undone.
“Aurelia is my mission as she is right now. And I simply want to see my mission smile.”
Bilateia Fernichiosa Venisike gave a small cough and rushed toward Leonas Hagpethar Yuletanis standing in the distance. As the distance widened, Perenustus carefully brushed aside the hair falling across my cheek and whispered.
“Leonas has found what he desires, Bilateia has found what she wishes for—now tell me, Aurelia. What would make you smile most brightly if it happened now?”
I stared silently at the status window that had drawn close as though in protest, then answered carelessly, whatever came from my lips.
“Just… if I could meet Mure, I think I’d be overjoyed. Her ‘restraint’ is acting so powerfully that the deeper I think about it, the worse it seems.”
Perenustus nodded and gently spun my body once more. My vision rippled again, and a familiar voice called from far away.
“Miss—!”
It was Mure. The child came rushing toward me with a radiant smile I had never once seen before, embracing me as though Perenustus didn’t even exist. Swept up by Mure’s momentum, the status window that had been hovering mockingly around me shattered with the sound of breaking glass.
‘Wait, what, is it okay if that breaks?’
-What’s the problem? It wasn’t broken by an unmotivated Aurelia, nor did I deliberately smash it.
‘Wow. To become this shameless, one really has to go this far….’
Too startled to remember breathing, I glanced at him with an exasperated expression. Perenustus, growing even more brazenly smug, tilted his nose upward before suddenly breaking into laughter with the face of a boy I’d never seen before.
‘…So he could smile like that.’
Staring at this unfamiliar expression, I felt my body temperature rising strangely and, for no particular reason, hoisted Mure up onto my shoulders.
“Mure! Want a piggyback ride?”
Before Mure could even answer whether she liked it or not, I quickly settled her on my shoulders, covering my cheeks and ears. As I turned my body, drawn along by the child’s delighted laughter, Bilateia Fernichiosa Venisike and Leonas Hagpethar Yuletanis, who had been hanging back and watching, were grinding the fragments of the status window beneath their shoe heels.
The crunching sound seemed to echo like the shattering of the Divine Beings’ pride. My laughter, which had always seemed to leak away helplessly, finally became clear and distinct.

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