The Reason I Got Engaged to My Ex-Boyfriend - Chapter 75

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Episode 75

A child wearing tattered clothes came dragging a cart behind them. The large horns on their head were clearly visible despite being wrapped in old cloth.

“Could you please buy just one of these…”

The child pointed to the cart.

On the cart were dozens of thick hardcover books.

“What is it? Let me see.”

When Ransel extended his hand, the child brightened up and handed him a book with grimy hands.

“It’s 2 gold per book.”

The thick book’s cover read as follows.

【Memoirs – Dassiel Evankis】

…It was Dassiel’s autobiography.

Now he’s even exploiting children. Ransel silently looked at the cover before turning the page.

[ 0. Being Born.

A piercingly white moon rose in the starlit night sky. That day, with frost covering the ground, was a particularly harsh season. As if prophesying the birth of an absolute being.

A woman exhales a faint breath. Then petals swept around my birthplace like a whirlwind. It was so magnificent, a tragic sea of flowers that would make any observer shed tears…]

“…”

Ransel looked away from the page after reading that far.

Now he understood why so many autobiographies were piled up on the cart.

Who would waste money on such garbage that should apologize to the trees?

Ransel pondered for a moment before speaking.

“I’ll buy ten copies. Just give me this one, and use the rest as kindling when you’re cold.”

He decided to think of it as a donation to a child he was meeting for the first time today.

“Oh, yes! Thank you!”

The child smiled brightly while gathering the books one by one.

Meanwhile, Ransel skimmed the table of contents and folded the corner of a middle page. It was because the chapter title was ‘On the Westport Line’.

After the child left, Ransel leaned against the wall again and began reading the autobiography.

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“…I’m sorry.”

After the staring contest, Caldeon was the first to look away and apologized pathetically.

With bruises on his cheeks and blood streaming from his nose, he looked even more pathetic.

Dassiel pulled the ‘Oh my, I don’t know anything about this’ act and left, leaving just the two of us sitting face to face.

“Give me one reason why I should accept your apology right now.”

“A snake that realized it could be severely punished for messing with the wrong person came to its senses that very day – I could complete a fairy tale like that.”

“You’re really something.”

“Uh-huh, I’m a bit like that.”

Caldeon smiled awkwardly and licked his lips with his characteristically long snake tongue.

“Hah.”

Well, whatever…

What would be the point of keeping this perverted snake who wouldn’t give up any information or even a penny if I shook him down? It would just make me feel worse.

“Fine. Just go.”

I’m letting him go for now, but this won’t be the end of it.

I waved my hands dismissively as if shooing away a bug.

Caldeon brightened up, adjusted the tissue plugging his nosebleed, and quickly disappeared.

I watched Caldeon’s retreating figure with disdainful eyes before turning my head.

Toward where Dassiel was sitting.

“…”

When was he frozen after spotting Ransel? Dassiel was now looking at his fingernails with a relaxed expression.

Then, sensing my gaze, he rolled his eyes around.

“…Why?”

“Come here.”

You’re next, you bastard.

I wiggled my finger.

Dassiel raised his eyebrow crookedly and approached.

“Do you know about the Eagle Incident?”

“What? I’ve never heard of it.”

Even living in the slums, how could he not know about such a major incident? I felt overwhelmed at the thought of having to explain everything from the beginning.

“How can you not know that? Can’t you read newspapers?”

“…Really, you don’t know the Demon Realm language either…”

Dassiel couldn’t quite say no and just grumbled for no reason.

I gestured for Dassiel to sit down and gave him a brief explanation.

Dassiel listened to the explanation with his large ears flapping, then frowned as soon as the explanation ended.

“Don’t tell me you suspect me? I’m a good demon who just sells Mastone in the alley.”

“No, you don’t seem capable of causing such big trouble.”

I firmly replied to Dassiel who was having strange misunderstandings, then brought up the main point.

“Do you happen to know where this symbol is used?”

I unfolded the paper I had kept in my pocket and showed it to Dassiel.

It was the eagle symbol I had drawn in advance and the symbol that Viscount Racon had first drawn.

Dassiel looked at the paper carefully before speaking.

“Hmm, I don’t know this one.”

Dassiel’s finger pointed to the eagle symbol.

“But I know this one.”

Then it slid down to touch Viscount Racon’s symbol below.

My eyes widened.

I had hoped, but I didn’t expect him to recognize it immediately.

While it was disappointing that he didn’t know about the eagle symbol, even this much was a great harvest.

“What kind of symbol is it?”

“…Well?”

Dassiel hesitated and raised one corner of his mouth in a smirk.

With a suddenly triumphant face, he let out a giggling laugh.

“Why should I tell you?”

“…”

He seemed to have perfectly realized that he was now in the position of power.

Just when I thought things were going well… I sighed lightly.

“What reason do you have for not telling me?”

“Oh, I originally hate humans. Those things that grovel at the slightest exposure to magic keep acting up.”

Dassiel pointed at my pupils with his index finger and sneered.

“Can you even see me properly right now?”

“…”

As Dassiel said, my vision, eroded by magic, was gradually becoming blurry. My pupils had probably turned red by now too.

I thought it would be fine since it was just a low-level demon, but having been here for quite a long time, it seemed to be affected after all.

‘That aside…’

I never knew he could be this petty and mean-spirited. It seemed I’d have to drag Caldeon back here again.

“Mouse.”

Just then, Ransel appeared from behind.

He unhesitatingly grabbed my hand. My blurry vision instantly cleared up.

The purification was complete so he could let go now, but instead Ransel even interlocked our fingers as he spoke to Dassiel.

“I donated 20 gold earlier and received something as a thank-you gift.”

Ransel pulled out a book.

Dassiel’s eyes widened when he spotted it.

“H-how did you get that…?”

“I’m the one who wants to ask. How do you sell trash like this for 2 gold per book?”

“If you can enjoy someone’s life for just 2 gold, that’s cheap!”

“Your life is garbage then.”

“No, you probably didn’t even read it properly but you keep…”

“Listen carefully since this is a review from your only reader. Even if someone paid me 2 gold to read this, my time spent reading it would be too precious to waste.”

“…”

Dassiel’s body swayed at the merciless purchase review.

Ransel tossed the book back into Dassiel’s arms.

“Especially the part describing what happened on the Westport Line. Even if it differs from the facts, it should differ within reason. Hiding your identity throughout the voyage only to get caught by the scruff of your neck at the crucial moment? You were exposed from the very first day.”

“…Autobiographies are supposed to be written like this.”

If it’s not based on facts, then it can’t be called an autobiography in the first place, can it?

While I was dumbfounded by such thoughts, Ransel changed the subject.

“Anyway, I’ll cover for you regarding the reason you need to explain to our Princess. If you don’t start talking right now, you’ll be seeing me at the naval base from now on.”

“What are you suddenly…”

“You wrote very clearly in that garbage about what you’ve been doing in the human world all this time, didn’t you? Theft and fraud aside, just selling mastone is reason enough.”

“No, this level of stuff is what all the other guys do too…!”

“That’s right. But they didn’t happen to catch my eye.”

“…”

The body of the foolish mouse who had left evidence with his own hands swayed once more.

After glaring at Ransel for a long while, Dassiel finally seemed to give up and let out a sigh.

“Fine, whatever. I just need to tell you, right? Damn it, threatening me over something so trivial…”

Mouse’s sharp eyes turned toward me.

“That’s a symbol used by demon servants.”

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