Divine Protection: The Pride System

Episode 35: Infinite Possibilities

If only I had chosen a different option. Maybe my destiny won't be like this either.

If only I had chosen a different option. Maybe my life won't be like this either.

If only I had chosen a different option. Maybe my heart won't be like this either.

If only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only, if only—

If only then, I would have chosen a different choice. Could it be that everything will change?

Could it all end up getting better? Which is right? Where is it wrong?

Could it be that if I knew everything, would this heart become even more relieved? Is everything going to change?

If only— That is the starting word of hundreds of possibilities, or maybe thousands, or maybe up to millions.

No one knows, not even God knows.

Because after all, the word 'If only' was a form of infinite possibility.

Which word would be appropriate to describe it, perhaps if you asked all living things.

Then they will answer with the same answer, it is a Regret!

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The sun sinks as if it were a normal thing, the world will repeat itself as if it were a nightmare.

Everyone will shut the door and remain silent in the house.

The dark, silent night, everyone had fallen asleep.

The moon is coming soon, but no one is welcoming it.

Not that it was a bit of pity, why was it just the sun they welcomed?

What's wrong with the moon until he's treated like that? He fought hard to light up the dark night.

Very silly, everything is ridiculous. They were all afraid of the moon.

If so, then it is something worth laughing at, even though not many people welcome the arrival of the moon.

But still no one dared to mock the moon. He was the existence of true fear.

Radiating its dim light, the moon proudly stands above the world and belittles everything beneath it.

A young man who was the same color as the moon, was currently sitting cross-legged while looking at his own sin.

A smile full of innocence and cruelty was clearly visible on his inhuman face.

He stretched out his hand and moved his fingers as if he wanted to grab the moon on it.

But when he clasped his hand, he felt nothing. Everything is empty and empty.

The young man was a little sad, but he was not discouraged. Everything will begin soon, the journey of his life will begin.

But what did the young man really want to do?

What's he thinking? What does she want? What'd he say? What is he pondering?

Everyone doesn't know it, there's just madness and anger when you hear him speak.

There was absolutely no humanity left in him. Therefore, even though someone died in front of him.

He won't care about it.

“Rogant, I'm done. Can you come here for a minute?”

“I understand.”

Someone said his name, immediately the young man stood up from the place.

A strange feeling of happiness was clearly exposed in the young man's smile. What's he laughing at?

They were human corpses lying along a dark corridor with pools of red blood.

Rogant passed them all as if everything was just garbage by the side of the road.

He walked away from the bodies as if he were dancing on them.

After getting through them all, he came to a dark room. But, he could see clearly.

Rogant's eyes caught a very beautiful sight.

A red rose stood before him, but if you look at it more carefully. It was the silhouette of a woman.

It has red hair that looks like a blazing fire, with iris eyes as pure as the sky.

The woman stood majestically under the corpses of the humans she killed.

She is—

“Do you need anything, Patrecia?”

—The current generation of the Holy Sword, Patrecia Van Strovius is in the presence of Rogant.

The woman who looked like a knight grinned with great courage.

He wore the white robe of the Lavendel Kingdom knight, and carried a large sword on his waist.

Everyone knows the sword, everyone who sees it will praise the beauty of the great sword.

... It was one of the seven heavenly swords, Hemels.

But now the sword is asleep. Hence, the Sacred Sword could not wear it.

For now, he only wore a wooden sword in one hand.

“Well, as expected of the Holy Sword. With just a wooden sword, you can defeat all the villains alone.”

“If I were alone, I couldn't get here and get lost. All this is also thanks to you, Rogant.”

“You are really humble. I just want to praise you, thank you.”

Patrecia chuckles as Rogant tries to tease her.

But unfortunately the Sacred Sword did not budge at all with such temptation, he spoke with dignity.

“Can get compliments from you, it makes me happy. I have to fight even harder in order to exploit your expectations.”

“Hey, you're too stiff. Try to relax more.”

“I appreciate your suggestion. However, if I could be like that, I would tarnish the name of the knight given to me. So, you can say this is my custom.”

They exchanged words as if they were close friends, Rogant walked leisurely towards Patrecia.

But, even though they were currently a short distance away to the point of being able to make Rogant make an impromptu attack on the Sacred Sword.

Still, what he felt as he approached the Sacred Sword was only a feeling of uneasiness and doubt.

Rogant was not sure if he could kill the Holy Sword using an impromptu attack or not.

It felt as if his heart was being pressured by something big, he was clearly made aware of the difference in their current strength.

As Rogant looked around, he found several bodies falling down.

It was a sight that could be said to be wearing less. Their bodies were all slashed like a piece of paper in scissors.

Rogant was really hesitant with what he saw, everything was really very neat and perfect.

But, well, such was the existence of the Sacred Sword. He is a man who can do anything.

You could say this scene was something natural, the entire room was filled with blood red color.

And a woman who stood in the middle of it all casually.

Moreover, even though around the place there were traces of a fairly fierce battle.

But not a single wound and bloodstains stained the body or clothes of the Holy Sword.

Rogant let out a long sigh and muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

“... Basic monsters.”

Those were natural words that came out from within his heart. Between reasonable and unreasonable.

Then the Holy Sword was the existence of those two words. In fact, Rogant only wanted information from the Holy Sword.

As you know, before Kizuna once said that the Holy Sword once challenged >Temple of Life<

The reason Rogant approached the Sacred Sword was because of that, he tried to extract information from it.

No matter how small the information is, everything will be very valuable.

The end of winter is also coming soon, this is preparation for the departure of the Rogant group.

Originally Kizuna forbade Rogant to interact with the Holy Sword.

After all, currently Rogant is a fugitive who has the nickname >White Devil<

What would happen if he interacted with the Sacred Sword who was a defender of justice?

It was clear it would be the tragedy of the worst and worst.

But, unfortunately Rogant did not care about it at all.

Thus, he was secretly trying to interact with the Sacred Sword.

This of course he hid from Meily and Kizuna. If they found out, Rogant would be lectured all-out.

This is also a good opportunity to get acquainted with the Holy Sword who is the strongest knight in Lavendel Kingdom.

Well, although it is a little difficult to get acquainted with the Sacred Sword. Rogant had to hire an assassin for it.

He made the assassin a sacrifice for Rogant to get acquainted with the Holy Sword.

Tell the hit man to go after him and create a scenario where the Holy Sword saves him.

His plan was truly perfect, now that he had established a friendly relationship with the Sacred Sword.

They are currently in the headquarters of an organization.

Rogant concocts that this is an organization that intends to kill him.

But, unfortunately, it was a sweet lie. Everything was just a plan to get closer to the Sacred Sword.

It was a pity for this organization that became a victim for Rogant, but he did not care about it at all.

“By the way, Rogant. Where did you find out where the headquarters of this organization is? The royal party had been looking for them all this time, but the results remained nil.”

Taking a glance between Rogant and the corpses around him, Patrecia Van Strovius asked curiously.

Gazing straight at Patrecia, Rogant gave a faint grin. It made the Holy Sword frown.

However, Rogant only let out a long sigh and replied while shrugging his shoulders.

“Yeah, you know. They're an organization that's intent on killing me, and I'm a pretty good informant. Of course, I know it.”

Of course, it was just a lie among all the lies Rogant had thrown out.

The one who actually knows the location of the headquarters of this organization is Kizuna who uses her connections as a prostitute.

Rogant teased her to give him the information.

However, sometimes Rogant was a little worried. Could it be, this Sacred Sword had learned of his lie.

“Is that? If you say it like that, then I will trust you.”

There was no hidden intention behind his words, and it made Rogant a little uncomfortable.

He narrowed his eyes looking at the emotions that were within the Sacred Sword.

Rogant was always surprised by the figure of true justice before him.

“Why do you trust me?”

The question was suddenly thrown from Rogant's mouth, he was also surprised by what he said.

As he is with Patrecia, Rogant increasingly confuses with his nature.

Unable to stem her curiosity, she accidentally asked him.

The eyes of Patrecia widened in astonishment with the impromptu question Rogant made.

Before answering a question from Rogant, Patrecia pondered it, her expression saying that she did not know either.

However, with a peaceful smile that animates his knight form, Patrecia answered him.

“Rogant, even though we just met one tonight. I have considered you my friend. If you don't think of me as well, that makes me a little sad.”

Rogant's one eye eyebrow rose as he heard that, what the Holy Sword said was truly extraordinary.

But there is sadness in Rogant. The words that were given to him, really felt heavy in his heart.

There is no lie in the words of Patrecia Van Strovius. But that's what makes Rogant uncomfortable.

If only, he was lying. That would make Rogant feel a little comfortable when he lies to her.

However, unfortunately, in front of him is true justice.he is the existence of justice itself...

He had faith as a knight and a hero, protecting the weak and saving everyone who needed help.

He is a true hero who eradicates evil for the sake of justice.

Bringing happiness and security to everyone nearby.

He is a figure who is greatly admired by a young man named >Night Rogant<

How many times will Rogant fight hard, in the end he will not be able to become a Hero.

It was the sin of jealousy, he envied the figure of the Hero who was before him.

If only they met in a different way, maybe they could become close friends.

But—

“Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You're right, I also consider you a friend.”

—In the end it is just a possibility among all possibilities.

Night Rogant was an existence of true fear, he would never be able to befriend true justice.

The world in which they lived was different, the beliefs they held were also different.

There is too much difference between the two of them. If it was forcibly interfered, then what would be born later?

—Only chaos and destruction will be born.