Just Because I Have Narrow Eyes Doesn’t Make Me a Villain! - Chapter 138

TN: Thank James Baily for the chapter.

“…You two, is this really the time for that? You should be resting.”

“Oh, Amelia. Hello.”

“Yes yes, hello. I’m glad to see you’re alright.”

As I hugged Siwoo, I suddenly heard Amelia sighing behind me as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

She said we should be resting.

But we are resting.

“We are resting.”

“Late learners are the most fearsome, they say…”

Honestly, I was a bit embarrassed.

But I decided to be shameless.

I know how Siwoo thinks of me, and I’ve come to understand how I feel about Siwoo.

So, shouldn’t I work hard not to lose him?

As I rationalized my feelings and hugged Siwoo, he suddenly pushed me aside and started moving urgently as if he had found someone.

…What’s this?

Leaving me behind.

For a moment, I felt jealous, but when I realized why Siwoo had rushed to the doctor in the white coat, my heart warmed.

“How is Arte? Are there any side effects?”

“…Well, as you can see, she’s fine. It would be best to avoid intense exercise for a while, though.”

“I see. Thank you.”

He was worried about me.

Surely, he must have guessed I would be fine with his ability.

Was he seeking confirmation?

I felt warm, feeling cared for.

“…By the way, what did you put in there? It felt like common sense was being shattered. My goodness, replacing a heart…”

“Hmm, it’s quite a dangerous object. I’ll explain everything later.”

“Alright. For now, healing is the priority, so rest and…”

“…Ah, how noisy.”

“Pardon?”

In the middle of their conversation, Siwoo suddenly started to get irritated.

For the always kind Siwoo to get irritated at someone he was having a friendly conversation with just moments ago, and not even an enemy at that.

Is there some problem?

Did he perhaps get seriously injured somewhere during the fight?

I’ve heard that head injuries can change one’s personality.

As I was fretting over such thoughts, Siwoo suddenly raised a knife.

“Hey, Siwoo?! What, what are you doing?!”

“…No, it’s not like that?”

I’m the only one who can subdue Siwoo right now.

The others aren’t armed, and I can instantly subdue Siwoo using my clothes.

However, I looked at him anxiously without thinking of using my ability on him.

Siwoo wouldn’t do such a thing.

I believe in Siwoo.

Without realizing it, I tensed up, and Siwoo looked at me.

“I’m sorry, Arte.”

Shunk.

And my trust was not betrayed.

That’s right.

I believed that Siwoo could never harm others without reason.

Siwoo did not betray that expectation.

But I couldn’t help but be shocked.

Because he had cut open his own stomach.

“You, what are you doing…!”

“…Ow, that hurts. My head is spinning.”

“Emergency! Emergency! Nurse! Nurse!”

The commotion in front of me sounded as if I was underwater.

What? What just happened?

…Siwoo is hurt.

Why?

Because he harmed himself.

“Wh-Why…!”

What should I do, what should I do, what should I do, what should I do?

I trusted him because Siwoo told me not to worry.

I only believe in Siwoo.

The doctor rushed to him to perform emergency treatment while urgently ringing the emergency bell.

Then Siwoo stopped him and put his hand inside his stomach.

“Hey…! Are you cra…?”

[Waaaaaaah! Waaaaaaah!]

“…What’s that?”

“Oh, this?”

I was surprised by what Siwoo pulled out of his own stomach.

So much so that I completely forgot that Siwoo had just harmed himself.

That object.

The voice coming from that large object.

It was such a familiar voice.

There’s no way I wouldn’t recognize this voice.

It was the voice that had been chattering to me every day.

“…Author?”

[Waaaaaaah! How could you do thiiiiis!]

“I was going to take it out anyway… It was too noisy. And since there’s a doctor here, I thought this would be the perfect timing. Sorry for making you worry.”

Even though he must be in terrible pain from cutting open his own stomach, Siwoo looked at me as if I was amazing.

I can’t fully grasp the situation, but is he looking at me like that because he’s wondering how I endured with that Author?

…I think Siwoo is more amazing.

The doctor who had rushed to start treatment on the spot and the others looked at Siwoo with shocked eyes.

“Hey, you… Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Of course? It hurts a lot.”

“Then why are you so calm?”

“Because it’s all over now.”

“…Over?”

“Yes, over.”

Although Amelia asked the question, Siwoo didn’t answer her.

Siwoo smiled at me.

“Arte. Don’t worry anymore. The Author who was tormenting you is gone now.”

“…What? What do you mean?”

“The Author was in your heart.”

“…?”

“And I ate it and showed her everything. Now the Author can’t do anything.”

Ate my heart…?

Huh?

I was confused and did not fully understand what Siwoo was saying.

But that object Siwoo was holding, the one he pulled out from his stomach.

He said it was my heart.

…And from there, the Author’s voice was leaking out.

She was crying terribly loud.

It was as if Siwoo’s words about everything being over were true.

[Waaaaaaah! I said let’s make a deaaaaaal…!]

“There’s no way I’d make a deal with you. The moment I entered there, I had already won.”

[You’re so cruel…!]

As I stared at the object in Siwoo’s hand as if mesmerized, Siwoo handed it to me with a bitter smile.

Although it was drenched in his blood, I took it without caring at all.

“Then, when you cut out my heart…”

“That’s right. I did it to separate the Author from you.”

“…Is it true that the Author can’t do anything now? How?”

“It’s complicated to explain in detail… But yes. From now on, the Author can never interfere with this world again, even if she dies and comes back to life. She’ll probably disappear soon.”

[Waaaaaah…!]

The Author’s crying grew louder as if Siwoo’s words were true.

…An incredibly sorrowful cry.

Seeing the Author react like this must mean that what Siwoo is saying is true.

“…Author-nim?”

[Reader-nim! Waaaaaaah…! What are we going to do now!]

It’s a strange feeling.

The Author who I always thought would be with me until I died in this world.

Recently, our relationship has become a bit strained, and we talk less frequently…

But I still thought I’d continue to hear the Author’s chatter.

As I blankly stared at what used to be my heart, the Author continued to cry her heart out.

[I didn’t want to know like this…! I didn’t want to know in such an unmoving, uninteresting way…!]

“…What do you mean?”

“She saw all of the future.”

To be honest, even after hearing the answer, I didn’t really understand what it meant.

It was incomprehensible to say she had seen the future.

“…”

I used to imagine sometimes.

What would happen if the Author disappeared from this world?

Would I go mad with anxiety, things like that?

Honestly, the Author wasn’t reliable and was a pathetic existence.

She was the one who brought me to this world.

If I were still new to this world, I might have thrown this heart on the ground immediately.

But I didn’t do that.

I’ve gotten used to living in this world…

And I’ve fallen in love.

Even if I were told to go back to where I originally lived, to return my body, I would refuse now.

“…Author?”

[Sniff, sniff…]

Although she didn’t answer, I could tell she was paying attention to me.

It had always been that way.

…What was it that I was going to do if this situation really happened?

Was I going to scold the Author?

I think I wanted to hit her hard on the head.

But I didn’t do that.

Instead of pouring out my emotions and scolding the Author,

Instead of being childish and demanding to know why she did it,

I spoke softly to the Author.

It was a question I had always wanted to ask but was too afraid to.

“Why did you bring me to this world?”

[Sniff, sniff… It, it seemed like it would be fun…]

“Oh my.”

I had expected it.

…But to think it was really such a ridiculous reason.

I almost let out some harsh words, but I suppressed them.

“The fact that I was mentally suffering a lot…”

[Ah, I knew…]

“Sigh… Was that for fun too?”

[…]

Like a child sensing they were about to be scolded, the Author kept her mouth shut and said nothing.

That was answer enough.

You brought me to an incomprehensible place just for fun?

I thought it would be enough to scold her at this point, but I suppressed it again.

There’s no need to create another victim like me.

Given the Author’s tendencies, I don’t think this will be a one-time occurrence.

It’s obvious even without seeing it.

She’ll probably cry for a while, saying, “Why me…! Why me…!” Then, without learning her lesson, she will do the same thing again.

Then, there will be another victim besides me.

There’s no guarantee that someone as wonderful as Siwoo will be there to save them like me.

The Author wouldn’t make the same careless mistake as this time either.

…So, I decided to make a proposal.

With a story that the Author would likely enjoy.

“Author-nim.”

[…Yes?]

“Have you enjoyed it so far?”

[…Yes.]

Does she think I’m going to get really angry?

The Author was still shrinking back and watching my reactions.

I see, so that’s how it was.

You must have enjoyed it.

“Then how about this? You create a world yourself.”

[Myself…?]

“You have friends, right?”

From what she occasionally told me, it was easy to infer that there wasn’t just one being with abilities like the Author’s.

As if confirming that was true, the Author agreed in a small voice.

“A world where you can freely intervene. How about creating such a world?”

[…My own world?]

“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t be just your world. Since you’d create it with several people.”

There are things like Greek and Roman mythology, so it should be fine to have multiple gods.

“…And then, you compete with them. Not fighting directly, but by raising representatives.”

[Representatives…]

“Yes. Saints, holy warriors, champions. The names don’t matter.”

The Author has been acting as if she was creating a novel out of this world.

That’s why there were so many tragedies.

Then, there was another way to create a happy world without tragedies.

“Not methods like killing people… More like a sport. You set up representatives of the transcendents to compete with each other.”

[…!]

“You can always have fun even without tragedies.”

If transcendents view the world as entertainment.

Then why not create a world that’s truly like a game?

The Author who molds the world as she pleases. And other transcendents with comparable abilities.

It shouldn’t be impossible.

“What do you think? Do you like it?”

[…Yes!]

“Will you promise to create a world where tragic events don’t occur?”

[Of course!]

Has the time Siwoo mentioned run out?

The Author’s voice gradually faded, and the heart in my hand crumbled.

[Bringing you to this world was indeed the best choice! …Thank you, Reader-nim.]

“…”

After the heart had completely crumbled.

The Author’s exuberant voice was no longer heard.

As if she had really left.

“…How do you feel?”

“I’m not sure.”

Is this what they call bittersweet?

As I realized that the noisy Author had really gone, I felt somewhat lonely.

“…Thank you.”

“It’s nothing.”

I smiled, facing Siwoo.

Translator’s Corner

Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, hey hey hey. goodbye~

I’ll love you a bit more if you get the reference.

-Ruminas