Beat the Boss Mob

61 – Two Steps to Ruin

Suddenly, things from the past come to mind.

I don’t know when. In the first place, even that memory is too hazy.

What I do remember is that I saw some posts with the word ‘obsession’ in them.

Looking at that, he laughed and said he didn’t know why he was obsessed with something like this.

I didn’t understand it at the time. Why don’t the objects of that obsession hate it?

I thought it would make sense to keep accepting it instead of pushing it away.

Now? Of course, now I realize that it was all like that for a reason.

‘If possible, I’d like to find myself back then and strangle myself.’

Why is twisted desire more popular? Because it is human nature.

No one can be free from that instinct. If that’s possible, everyone would be saints.

Everybody is just hiding it. It is natural to react when stimulated.

There is only one reason why you can’t escape. It’s because the other person says ‘I love you’.

No one in the world ruthlessly rejects the fact that they love themselves.

I know that I can’t accept that person unless they threaten my life or shout out love while harming the people around me, but I can’t really express what I’m inside.

A heart that wants to be loved. Because that’s the nature of all humans.

“What do you think?”

Looking at Enlil, who clung to my arms and begged me to stay like this.

After all, she had to look at herself for not being able to push her away this time as well.

The more you go, the more often Enlil finds you. Its intensity increases.

She wondered if she would disappear somewhere or what would happen.

It seems that if you hold on like this, nothing will happen.

Even Enlil himself would know. She would know that doing this would make no difference to her.

Isn’t it because her heart can’t accept even if the opposite s*x shouts so much?

Push away and reveal your identity? In this situation, if it collapses, it cannot recover.

I’m not ready to accept it. It’s something she’s already told herself over and over again.

Noticing, and acknowledging and accepting it. All must be done by Enlil.

“You haven’t been training well lately.”

“I am working hard.”

“Try to lie in moderation. You stick by my side every day and don’t do anything.”

This is what I was most worried about these days.

After noticing something vaguely, I only obsess over being by my side.

Swinging a sword and doing physical training every day, like before, is an afterthought.

A situation where even Seria’s training isn’t going well.

What’s even more embarrassing is that Leon is trying to watch Seria’s training instead, so he hates it again.

Enlil’s opinion is that I will do well alone, so you just need to be by my side.

In reality, Seria was unexpectedly doing well by herself.

She doesn’t even have a reason to dispute Enlil’s opinion because it’s noticeable.

All that was left was to teach the other candidates, but as always, it was slow.

“Don’t worry. Like Leon said, I’m resting for a while.”

“Relax is a rest if it is done in moderation. Anything more than that is sloth, sloth.”

As the owner of the tower, she is herself.

But what about the demons below? Absolutely not those guys.

Of course, if Enlil finds an opportunity, he will try to kill him right away.

Even if you’re a Leon, you can’t give orders directly to them.

If, by any chance, Enlil became weak, he would be killed by them.

If that’s the case, nothing could be more futile than that.

“Go and do some training. Or at least warm up your body.”

“Is that a favor?”

“No. It’s an order as an instructor.”

A considerable amount of time had passed since Enlil had been right next to him.

It may be short if it is short, but it can be fatal to those who go back and forth between life and death.

Just as a very small crack splits a sword in two, the problem was that it was unknown what effect that small crack would have on Enlil climbing the tower.

So Leone ordered them to go and train in the strictest possible tone.

Fortunately, up to that point, Enlil hadn’t even talked about it.

Instead—

“Okay. Instead, Leone should be by his side.”

“Why me again?”

“You should watch what I do and see if there is anything I am lacking in.”

“The mana technique is perfect. Therefore-“

“If you don’t watch me, I won’t train either.”

How did I become such a disobedient girl?

I can’t scold you, and if you try to appease me, I’ll tell you to give me some candy.

I could understand why the village elders said, ‘When he was young.’

Perhaps that is the true face of a man named Enlil.

A mere mischievous girl who had to live as she was originally.

However, he may have been undergoing a change in which he ceased to be himself as he was stained with the heavy duty and terrible fate of being a hero.

“Then simply….”

Having drawn mana once, Enlil slowly raises her sword.

Rion was watching Enlil very carefully.

If there is even the slightest lack, in order to deal with it strictly.

And since Enlil’s training began.

‘… Under.’

Unbeknownst to me, it was Leone who let out a sigh of astonishment.

She now says that what she is seeing is really Enlil? Really?

So different? If that’s enough, it’s safe to say that it’s someone else, right?

The momentum emitted, the nature of the sword, and the flow of mana were completely different.

The previous Enlil was also very good. She was very beautiful, but she lacked just a little bit.

But she didn’t see any flaws in her current appearance.

There is a clear will at the tip of the sword, and mana is as heavy as a mountain and as light as her feathers.

Each step was a meaningful step, and there was no gap even for a breath.

‘Among that, the scariest thing is….’

She said it was simple, but it wasn’t simple at all.

Rion himself is the opponent Enlil is imagining in his mind. Master of the tower.

As if all of her movements were captured in her head, Enlil was moving along with them.

There was no shortage of parts. Right now Enlil’s condition is truly the best.

If she fights with herself right away, she can raise the odds to almost 4:6.

Rion himself is still a little taller, but it’s right to see him as hopeful enough.

Shoot!―

The moment Enlil’s sword danced once, Leon flinched involuntarily.

Then I fiddled with the now almost healed wound for a while.

That blow of Enlil that left a scar on his chest.

Her sword of formidable power, displayed very confidently in her tower.

As she witnessed it right in front of her eyes, her body instantly reacted.

“How is it?”

In the midst of it, Enlil sneaks up next to her as if the flow had ended.

She could just stick her tail and ears on there and you could see that she was a perfect puppy.

A puppy that wags her tail and wants to hear praise somehow.

“… I don’t think it was like this until a month ago. What happened.”

Did Enlil pretend to be weak? She even thought of nonsense.

“Well? What happened? Whoop whoop.”

Laughing and sneaking up, it was Rion who was scared of Enlil with her sincerity.

Why are you laughing? Do not laugh. If you’re going to laugh, don’t laugh like that. That’s not really

*

Late night time. Enlil quietly left his room.

She was going to go to Leon’s room today too. She is by his side, she listens to his breathing.

She smelled the smell and tried to fall asleep while feeling the energy.

But today I couldn’t. At least it was now.

There was something I needed to check right away. There were things to remember.

“….”

Standing on her training ground, Enlil slowly caught her breath. She then drew her sword.

Let’s remember. The sword dance she performed earlier. Let’s imagine that he is there.

Then, slowly, his foot moved away, and the hand holding his sword began to move.

The owner of the tower. Even the blow he showed when he met him.

Since it didn’t load mana, there’s nothing to be dangerous about.

It is not intended to cut or destroy anything anyway.

So she continued dancing without hesitation.

Now Enlil wants only one thing. When she arrived there, she wondered what Leon’s reaction was.

In this way she tried to pull every detail out of her memory.

Maybe she saw it subconsciously, but there could be something she wasn’t aware of!

‘This very moment.’

How did he react when he acted like throwing a sword?

What about the expression? What are the movements of the facial muscles? Breathing? Hand gestures or other actions?

How were your eyes? Did your voice tremble before speaking?

What was he trying to hide? Or was it all just a surprise?

She mobilized all of herself. To derive the answer no.

To find a reason to reprimand yourself for having foolish doubts.

But what she received was neither an answer nor a reason—

“… Please.”

The deepening doubt. And one step to the hell I wanted to get away from.

No, it was just a suffocation, like taking two steps closer.