Divine Protection: The Pride System

Chapter 03: Happiness That Starts to Creep

After an extension of all the stories that start with death. The relationship between Rogant and Pandora is getting closer.

But—

“Pandora... just now, what did you say?”

Rogant's eyes widened in disbelief. But, Pandora repeated it in a calm voice.

“Alright, I'll say one more time, this time, listen to me carefully... Rogant, do you have the desire to live once again?”

The teenager frowned, and was silent for a while.

Then, he sighed, and stood up from his seat while carrying his face that turned grim.

His movements were too sudden, so no one could guess what he wanted to do.

Rogant walked towards Pandora, who was only a few steps away from his line of sight.

After that, throwing away all the mixed feelings in his heart, Rogant said in his cold voice.

“Pandora... You disappointed me.”

After he said that, his hand grabbed the slender neck belonging to the girl in front of him, and exerted its strength to strengthen his grip.

Rogant dropped Pandora, sat on her frail body as if riding a horse, and wrapped her neck with both hands.

His actions were shocking, there was not the slightest hesitation as he choked the throat of the girl with all his strength.

Rogant moved out of control, and glared at Pandora with a contemptible and hateful look.

Obviously, the teenager was very serious about wanting to kill him.

“Pandora, when I thought you could understand me. But... why, why are you playing me?”

His voice trembled, which proved how disappointed he was.

The look on his face grimaced, as he reluctantly tried to kill Pandora.

Seeing that, Pandora still smiled, and her hand tried to reach out to Rogant's face who looked miserable.

“Rogant, are you... angry?”

Listening to the question that emerged from his soft voice, Rogant shook his head weakly.

“Why do you think?”

To be honest, the reason why he was angry with Pandora, because of the words of Pandora that he could not tolerate.

For Rogant who loved death, and had gained happiness from his previous death.

It was an insult when he was offered to come back to life.

Even though he wanted to believe it, he just misheard it. But, his pride did not allow him to escape.

Pandora had previously said that she was interested in Rogant's life mindset, which was beyond reason.

It makes Rogant a little happy because there are others who understand him apart from his own mother.

But—

“I'm sorry..”

He no longer had the strength to hold back his emotions. In fact, even though it was Pandora, she would never forgive him.

[“Honey, that happiness always comes from the bottom of the heart. If later when you meet your special person, you have to love each other to be able to achieve perfect happiness, do you understand?”]

Rogant recalled what his mother had said.

There was no mistake in his mother's words, and that was what he had believed all along.

But, for now only.

He violated his own beliefs, and tried to overthrow his heart that had been tarnished.

“Why, are you crying?”

“....”

Rogant's eyes widened, feeling shocked as he listened to a direct statement from Pandora.

He himself was not aware, that there were tears flowing from his eyes, Rogant was astonished.

Those tears trickled down and flowed past Pandora's delicate cheeks.

Rogant removed his grip from Pandora's neck, and turned to her face to make sure that it was really a tear.

This left her confused about herself, and wondering why she was crying?

“I..”

His voice trembled, if he lived for happiness.

—Then, after he died, what else should he do?

He tried hard to get his happiness over his death.

And he has got it.

But—

“I... maybe, still not satisfied.”

It's not enough. Happiness like this is not enough.

His desires and passions still desire a form of happiness that surpasses even his own mother's understanding.

He wants more, and gets an immoral sense of contentment when he feels real happiness.

“I want to be happier!”

His statement was peaceful, but, the weight within his will had been beyond reason.

It was arrogant, as well as selfish, he realized what he wanted. But, the process he needed to organize everything was too difficult to do if he was only alone.

He needs something, some kind of companion or partner, he needs someone else who can realize his desire to achieve perfect happiness.

It was madness, from an uncontrollable innocent desire.

As soon as his true face was seen, a strong shock from within the depths of his heart made him unable to stop crying.

It was not the tears of sadness as he thought.

But—

Those are tears of happiness!

He had reached the peak of his madness.

“Pandora, i.”.

His voice was still trembling, his turbulent heart still haunted him, and that burning desire made it difficult to sort out the words he wanted.

Just before he managed to string the words in his head, his mind jolted.

As his body knelt in excitement. Pandora, who may know the feelings

Rogant, hugging his body gently.

His actions were warm, he stuck Rogant's head to his chest, and stroked his head affectionately.

The lamba of each strand of his hand was smooth, like specially made silk, with the temptation of worldly comfort.

“No need for you to say, I know what you're thinking.”

“Pandora..?”

Pandora gave him a friendly look, and smiled like a mother comforting her crying child.

Rogant softened his face and received this comfort with a spacious chest.

“Fufu.”

Pandora laughed.

As her soft, innocent low voice reached Rogant's ears, she felt a strange, out-of-place feeling.

“What are you laughing at?”

Pandora replied, with a seductive chant from each verse of her words.

“No, it's nothing. I just thought, it's so funny doing this to someone you first met.”

You just got to know.

Well, that might be true.

“This.. weird.”.

Rogant felt the same way.

Even though he knew this was the first time they had met.

But, for some reason, the feeling like they had been together for a long time still lingered within his soul.

And it was the same feeling when he first saw Pandora.

He saw the figure as something beautiful, which he had long craved.

He was still hesitant about his own wishes. But, right now, he was already confident enough to make the conclusion he wanted

“Rogant..”.

While she was still in her arms, Pandora was the first to raise her voice.

“... It's about my previous offer..”

Maybe he was talking about wanting a new life.

Rogant's eyebrows shot up, as he heard the words that came up next.

“... Can you forget it?”

“....”

It took a long time to correct his words. But, he immediately gave his answer with a smile.

“Do not worry, I have not thought about it anymore.”

“Thank you.”

They were still hugging, and harboring the deepest feelings of affection.

The sound they let out was as if they wanted to create a personal scope suitable for them to make out.

Rogant started his business.

“Pandora..”.

He let go of his embrace. But, both of his hands were still holding onto his lover's shoulders as he wanted to make an ideal distance for the conversation.

Rogant's dark eyes looked at Pandora's beautiful blue eyes. His vision was straight, and full of special meaning.

It also made Pandora misinterpret, and she tilted her head in a boulder of confusion.

Then, the sound of the wind whipping over him, became a shock that blew away his boulder of confusion.

“Pandora, I know this might be selfish... But, will you love me?”

His eyes widened, his gaze still did not fall from the dark gaze of the teenager's black eyes.

Pandora did not expect that Rogant would be the first to reveal it.

If what he said was solemnity, or the truth that dwells in his heart— then, he is like that too.

With a softly spoken word, Pandora grabbed the lips of her lover who formed a smile.

“... Rogant, you with the colors you deserve, it's so beautiful.”

“....”

At that moment, Rogant's eyes opened wide, his eyes filled with rushing tears.

In his clouded gaze, the one who was staring gently at him was still loyal there.

As he blinked, tears began to flow from his cheeks.

It seemed like she was crying, seeing her figure to the end was her hope.

The girl, Rogant is just like her, the girl said it.

After that, there must be a reason, a reason for him to be there for Rogant.

In the past, from his actions, his random actions greatly affected his life.

It had changed, changed, and changed to him like this.

That he, for Rogant's sake, this treatment, was to set him free.

“Rogant, I love you too.”

“....”

His tongue stiffened, shivering and trembling, Pandora declared her love sentence.

The words that burst out like a soft sigh, when heard by the teenage boy who was in front of his eyes, his movements stopped a little.

Against his unanimity, Rogant—

“Thank you, this way, I can kill you.”

That said, he must have understood, Pandora just froze in her simple nod.

That there will be rejection, Pandora does not crave it.

Only, if it was his last farewell, if it had come looking for him, he would have heard it well.

“Aahhh.”

—So, against his smile, he agreed to it, and Rogant's head was crushed and muddled.

By the smile of his affection, by the kindly spoken word, by the knife lifted up in his blessing.

Rogant stabbed Pandora's body using a fruit knife he picked up earlier.

“I love you, Pandora.”

Again, large teardrops, flowing past the girl's reddened cheeks, rolled up and fell over.

—After it died in his arms.