Chapter 113
I’m Not the Final Boss’ Lover
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Fabian had been acting strange lately.
The closer the performance report got, the more sensitive and irritable he became.
It was impossible for April, Fabianâs old friend, not to know that he was laughing and encouraging everyone in the front, but gritting his teeth in the back.
How long had Fabian been like this?
In retrospect, she may have already seen the signs when he left his hometown to lead an expedition, not recently.
Unlike April and Deca, who were initially stunned after defeating the demons, Fabian spoke of far-off borders that were far away from that very moment, as if they were in his hands.
At first, she thought it was wonderful and reliable that he had sworn to fend off the Black Knights and defeat the Demon King himself, butâ¦
The more Fabian talked about the âdistant futureâ and hurried the expedition, the more out of control he became.
Still, it was for the greater good and peace.
Even if the other members of the expedition were dissatisfied, only Fabianâs right and left arm, Deca and herself, must take center stage and support Fabian.
But the attitude that Fabian showed to the Vice Commander of the Black Knights was the kind that could not be described in good terms.
April, frightened by Fabianâs unusual appearance, visited Jun with the feeling of âjust in case.â She wanted to give her a warning.
As she opened her mouth, April felt that Jun could not help but treat her as a crazy person.
But Jun spoke to her with a soft smile.
Jun smiled cheerfully as if buds were beginning to bloom.
She felt a somewhat strange sense of intimidation from her as if she alone knew what she did not know.
She should have known from then on that something was wrong.
Having deliberately moved Jeanne far away, she soon spoke in disbelief.
It was outrageous that she remembered the first round and now the second. Aprilâs face twisted involuntarily.
Jun continued without caring even though she clearly showed signs of reluctance.
Jun asked back and smiled quietly. How calm she was, April herself approached Jun, but all of this felt as if she was rolling on Junâs palm.
Jun whispered softly and grabbed Aprilâs arm.
Naturally, the distance felt as if she had known her for years.
Beyond Junâs words, a sense of regret oozed out of her. She didnât need to ask to realize that she and Fabian hadnât ended on a good note.
What the hell was going on?
Junâs words could have been dismissed as a falsehood. That she had mythomania and was trying to deceive her.
But she surprisingly knew a lot about April and the Fabian Expedition.
What would the Vice Commander of the Black Knights know so much about a priest of the middle and lower regions?
She couldnât even believe her just because she said one thing. If she did, it would shake the very foundation of everything she had ever believed.
It was only for Fabian that April left the village and stepped into the dungeons.
She felt bad for her friend who would be a young hero alone, so she wanted to be a little help next to himâ¦
April shook her head as if trying to shake off Junâs gentle voice, which stuck to her ears like a devilâs whisper.
But devils are devils for a reason. She brought up a topic that April just couldnât refuse.
Afraid of the word Jeanne falling, April raised her head and stared at Jun. her wide-open eyes did not match her white face and were floating.
Jeanne was someone whom April cared about as much as Fabian, or maybe more.
What in the world was going on with Jeanne?
Jun, who had been mumbling about things April hadnât asked about earlier, suddenly stopped talking and shut up.
The skinny April wanted to take a piece of Junâs flesh, but she deliberately held back with reason.
Jun lowered her voice more than ever. Then she said, moving her lips in an audible and inaudible manner.
April gave a fake laugh. Then she shook her head nervously.
But Jun could only watch her with a blank stare. It was as if she was looking into Aprilâs innermost thoughts.
Jun grabbed the arm of April, who was talking gibberish, and made eye contact.
Only after discovering the disheveled image reflected in her red eyes, April was able to calm down a little.
Jun sighed in disappointment.
Jun firmly cut off Aprilâs lingering feelings.
April repeatedly held and unfolded her hand.
She didnât want to believe it. It would have been better if Jun was lying.
However, Jun blocked even where April would escape.
That was it.
Junâs words, thrown at a moment when she was questioning Fabianâs recent decisions and actions, stabbed April in the chest as if she was shot.
However⦠There was no way Fabian would act so inhumanly just because he was immersed in the expedition.
In addition, she couldnât abandon Fabian, believing only in Junâs words. Fabian was her best friend. They had been together since childhoodâ¦
April may have felt conflicted, but Jun backed away and stepped aside.
But at the same time, she didnât forget to throw a bait until the end.
She was just ignoring it as a crazy womanâs nonsense.
April didnât want to know the hidden truth. Because it was usually just as horrible as she hoped it would be.
She knew she shouldnât have gone out there at that moment.
April went to the appointed place and secretly listened to Fabian and Junâs conversation.
As the conversation grew longer, Aprilâs legs began to tremble.
Unless both Jun and Fabian were psychotic or teamed up to play a joke on her, she must have been telling the truth when she said she remembered the first round.
Then⦠Fabian had really sacrificed Jeanne.
It was a truth she didnât want to admit. Even looking at a body dissected in detail, she thought it would be less nauseating than this.
It was no longer possible to deny it, but that did not mean that she could shake off Fabian at once.
So April swallowed her confusion and accompanied him to the dungeon. And the sight faced in the dungeon wasâ¦n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âIf you recover, you can fight again. Right, Jeanne?â
Jeanneâs woundedness was nothing to her, and her gaze was as pale as frozen iron.
Above Jeanne, who collapsed, Aprilâs never-seen future overlapped. Jeanneâs cold, bleeding corpse.
April shuddered. She could no longer avoid pretending not to know.
Now⦠She also had to make a decision.
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Fabian blinked his eyes in dismay at Aprilâs accusatory words.
Never before had April accused Fabian in such an open manner in front of the other expedition members, the first and second round combined.
Fabian, finally realizing later that he had made the wrong choice, hurriedly tried to placate April.
âSorry, April. I must have lost my mind for a second. Iâm getting nervous⦠It wasnât my intention. Jeanne, are you okay? Iâm sorry.â
ââ¦â
Fabian looked at Jeanne and looked at April.
Fabian was sure that one day April would make her anger known. April and she were not the kind of people who would be disturbed by an argument of this magnitude.
However, Aprilâs tightly closed expression was hard to undo.
In the precarious situation that seemed to break soon, Jun intervened without any sense.
She was as insensitive as if she had just stepped out onto the white ice of a splitting lake.
âI was going to use support magic, but the level of the Fabien Expedition doesnât seem to be that much.â
Fabianâs stomach churned. But Jun spurred Fabian on even more in his boiling.
âIf youâre worried about Jeanne⦠Rather, we will take care of Jeanne here. If we do that, the Fabian Expedition will be able to conquer the dungeon with peace of mind.â
Every word she said with a smile weighed down Fabianâs pride. As if Fabian was over-enthusiasticâ¦
But he couldnât say no. It was obvious that stubbornness would repeat the same thing as before.
Rather than that, it may be profitable to let go of his pride.
Fabian, who changed his expression like a palm flip, smiled and suggested.
âThen youâll take Jeanne, please.â
âDonât worry. Jeanne will be safe.â
âThank you. But⦠Since itâs like this, can I ask you one more favor?â
â⦠What is it?â
Jun asked back dismally.
She didnât know Fabian would come out like this.
Fabian asked with a deeper smile than before.
âBecause Jeanneâs seat is empty, weâre in a difficult situation⦠Can you make up for a long-distance striker?â