Rogue Villain-Chapter 412: Thanks
"No shit." ๐ณ๐ซ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐จ๐๐๐น.๐ฐ๐ผ๐บ
Wilma hurriedly clasped her hands over her mouth after realizing her sarcasm had slipped out. That wasnโt appropriate whether she looked at the conversation or her relationship with Ackster.
But Acksterโs soft chuckle eased Wilmaโs hands down to her lap again, and she smiled uneasily. She wasnโt sure what to say. She would have apologized if Ackster hadnโt chuckled. Now that he had, she didnโt know what to do.
Fortunately, she didnโt need to say anything. Ackster continued talking.
"You noticed how The Hero changed, right?"
Wilma nodded.
"That something was the Voice of the world. Basically, it was the skill all heroes have, the Blessing of the World, after it gained consciousness. It got tired of endlessly watching Millmeria when it was stuck to Heroes or in between Cycles. It wanted to do something about it, and its plan was to take control of The Hero after he defeated The Calamity and use The Heroโs body as its host body when destroying the world and freeing itself."
Wilmaโs eyes widened in shock.
She knew something had been going on in the background, but neither she nor anyone else knew the details. They also hadnโt heard anything of Acksterโs conversation with the Observer other than what Anatol told them. And she only talked with Mio now and then. The demon hadnโt been very talkative despite being sealed in the sword for an eternity.
"I was scared that the Voice would not only perceive my existence but also my goals in eradicating it if I spoke about it aloud. In retrospect, it might have been fine since the Voice had no idea who I was. But that could very well have been because I didnโt speak and barely thought about it in the decade leading up to the final battle."
Wilma nodded.
If the Voice had realized Ackster existed and that he planned to get rid of the Voice before it could destroy the world, it could have implemented preventative measures or sicced The Hero on him.
If that had happened, the biggest worry on Wilmaโs mind wouldnโt have been how to repair her relationship with Ackster or how to stop the war with the Celestial Realm. She wouldnโt have had anything to worry about at all. Everything to worry about and Wilma would have ceased to exist.
Ackster looked around while Wilma sank into her own thoughts.
โThat reminds me...Wasnโt the world supposed to end?โ
Even without the Observerโs interference, Millmeria would have returned to the state it had in its original timeline, meaning complete destruction. However, when Ackster looked around, all he saw was a world still recovering from the wake of a battle between beings who were greater than the entire world on their own.
Things looked a little different from the absolute annihilation Ackster expected.
"I see...."
But since the world didnโt look like it was about to end, Ackster set that matter aside and focused on Wilma, who looked up after thinking over what he had said.
"If we canโt go back to how we were before, do you think we can move forward to something better?"
Ackster raised an eyebrow.
"Are you speaking as Wilma, the Guild worker, or Wilma, my friend?"
Wilma hesitated for a moment.
"...Your friend. But I canโt betray Granny."
"Thatโs a given. I wouldnโt ask you to, either. Iโm sure that she means a lot. I also doubt she would ask anything of you that would pit us against each other. Sheโs smarter than that."
"Thank you...โDo you have a name or something I can call you?"
Ackster shook his head.
"I donโt. Right. You were curious about how I knew the things I knew, right? Itโs related to that."
Ackster paused for a moment.
"At first, as crazy as it sounds, I thought I was an ordinary young man from another world called Earth and that this world, or rather, The Heroโs journey, was all a story. For some reason, I had transmigrated here to prevent the end of the world. But thatโs not what actually happened."
Ackster glanced at Wilma after looking at the sky.
"You noticed the other guy that showed up, right?"
"I was knocked out the rest of the fight. But Mio and the others told me about it."
"That guy made me after Millmeria exploded in the original timeline. HeโIt turned back time and stuffed me inside this body with some fake memories. He wanted to watch some kind of story unfold. Thatโs why all of this happened. After I defeated the Voice, he came by to watch the ending in person and to clean up the mess he made."
Ackster paused for a moment before nodding.
"Yeah. That about sums it up. Iโm sure you can figure out the details on your own. The Observer, my creator, didnโt give me a name when he made me. But Iโve been trying to think of one myself. Itโs not easy, though."
Wilma was silent.
Acksterโs words werenโt that difficult to understand. He didnโt use complex and niche language. But the meaning of the words he used was too grand. She was shocked at what he had told her.
All she could do was look at Ackster while showing off the insides of her mouth due to her jaw hanging slack.
Eventually, her jaw snapped back in place.
"...Iโm sorry I wasnโt more supportive. I wish I could have been there for you."
"Donโt worry about it. You didnโt know. And if you were more supportive, I would have pushed you away. You know, raging paranoia and whatnot."
The corner of Acksterโs lip rose in a self-deprecating smile as he comforted Wilma.
Without hesitation, Wilma leaned in and hugged Ackster.
"Thank you."
She realized what kind of burden he had carried for a decade. It hadnโt been easy on him.
"Thank you for saving this world. Thank you for saving me."
Ackster returned Wilmaโs hug with one arm.
"Mm."
There wasnโt much more any of them could say at that point, so they hugged it out in silence.







