I Reject the villain’s ending.

Episode 80.

‘You grew so cold, your breathing became weak, and your face turned as blue as a dead man’s…….’

I was scared. I was so scared, but it was because of me, because of my divine power, and I was so afraid.

I tried to speak, but my mouth wouldn’t fall anymore.

I wanted to tell you how scared I was that I could have killed you, but I couldn’t do it in front of Iros, who had just come back to life.

‘Don’t cry, Sierra.’

At Iros’s low whisper, I clamped my mouth shut and closed my eyes tightly.

Tears streamed down my cheeks like rain.

Iros pushed himself up and took the pouch back from Moringa.

‘Thank you, for saving my life.’

‘You don’t have to thank me, I wasn’t going to let you die anyway, though I didn’t realize you were so weak.’

Moringa spoke softly, hiding a bittersweet smile at the barely perceptible half-human-half-horse aura from Iros.

‘The more I look at you, the more you resemble my son. My poor child who died at the hands of humans.’

‘…….’

Iros rolled his eyes at the unexpected comment.

‘That’s why I hate humans. I could put up with being born with grey hair and red eyes and being threatened by them all the time, but I couldn’t put up with them messing with my son.’

‘I see.’

‘So here’s my offer to you again. Kid, will you come with me to the world of the half-man-half-horse?’

‘…….’

Neither Iros nor Moringa could open their mouths to answer. I didn’t expect him to make this offer out of the blue.

‘I’m offering this because I don’t want to see a little boy who looks like my son die again because of humans.’

‘I’m not your son.’

‘I know, but you’re going to die at this rate, so we’re going to kill the holy woman, destroy Middle-earth, and create a world for half-man-half-horse, and you can live there.’

At Moringa’s suggestion, Iros reflexively stepped in front of me. His large body blocked her view of me.

‘You’re not touching her as long as I’m here.’

‘Yes. I knew it would come out that way, but don’t say no and withhold your answer, because you might feel differently once she’s dead.’

‘Sierra won’t die, because I’ll protect her.’

Moringa nodded at Iros’ firm words.

‘I want you to be happy, too, and I know that for that to happen, she needs to live, but alas, I cannot let that happen.’

‘……!’

‘I’ll let it slide for now, though. The others will be here soon, so wake that thing up and go back.’

‘He’s not dead?’

I gasped and looked at Leo, who had collapsed. His neck was craned at such an odd angle that it made a woo-doo sound, but he wasn’t dead.

Moringa pointed to the fallen half-man-half-horse.

‘I’ll pretend I killed him, so go on.’

‘…Is that okay?’

Iros asked, pausing at Moringa’s words. She rolled her eyes and giggled.

‘Are you worried about me, I’m your enemy now?’

‘You’re helping us, even though you’re our enemy.’

‘I see. Well, it’s not like I’m in any position to be in danger for killing one of my kind, so go on. Now that your kinsman is dead, the chief will be here soon.’

‘The chief?’

‘Come on!’

Moringa’s slap startled us, waking Leo, and we teleported back to the mansion.

Moringa looked back at Iros one last time before vanishing, her eyes like the depths of the ocean as she contemplated someone.

He had a hunch who it was.

‘The half-man-half-horse who tried to kill me had a son.

I wonder how Moringa feels when she sees Iros resembling her son who died at the hands of humans.

His mouth seemed to hold gritty sand. I returned to the mansion, remembering the way Moringa had helped us.

* * *

After the glow of the teleportation faded, Moringa approached the half-elf with the sword he had been carrying and plunged it into his heart.

Red blood gurgled and splashed, soaking Moringa’s face.

‘Argh!’

The black robe screamed and convulsed, then died completely.

Pulling his sword from its heart, Moringa stared at the wound Iros had made with his sword, then made a few more like it before stopping.

He could feel a deep, heavy, abysmal magic behind him.

‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’

‘Hello, Chief?’

At the sight of Diego’s chilled expression, Moringa smiled seductively and wiped the blood from his cheek.

Diego looked at the cold half-human corpse at his feet.

‘You killed him. Why?’

‘I thought about it, and it annoyed me that the chief mentioned my son, so I killed him to vent my anger, I didn’t like it.’

‘Just for that reason? That’s not like you.’

‘The chief says he’s the child of a woman he doesn’t love, but he’s also his son, and he’s grave, so should I feel bad or not?’

Moringa’s eyes flashed with life.

‘I still feel bad that I let my child die, even after all these years. You were so busy loving ‘him’ that you didn’t care about your son?’

‘…Come back when you’ve sorted out your emotions. I’m ready to go.’

Diego walked back to the lair, avoiding Moringa’s barbed words.

Alone, Moringa stood with the sword for a long time, only releasing it when Diego’s energy had completely dissipated.

‘We should be lucky this still works.’

Moringa muttered to himself, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

‘I’m sorry, my dear, that your mum found you for such an excuse.’

* * *

Moringa was born a succubus half-breed and lost her parents at an early age to the priests.

She wandered the earth for hundreds of years, ostracised by everyone because she had white hair and red eyes.

Then, by chance, he met a very different Diego.

He was a handsome man with dazzling blond hair and golden eyes, and he had a sweet personality.

He laughed a lot, took her in when she was emotionally drained, fed her, clothed her, put her to bed, and was always kind to her.

And Diego had a woman he loved.

‘Oksana.

Every half-human-half-horse has an imprinted partner, and Diego’s imprinted partner happened to be a human, Oksana.

She could only look at him, knowing that he was a human who would die one day, and yet he loved her dearly.

As fate would have it, Diego happened to be the one Moringa would imprint.

The good Oksana laughed at the inevitability of it all.

‘I don’t mind,’ she said, ’there must be a reason your race has such a romantic streak.’

‘But Oksana, …….’

‘Don’t feel sorry for me, Moringa. I’m rather sorry for you because I wish it had been you that Diego had imprinted on, and I would have been happy forever.’

She was such a stupidly nice girl, and Moringa liked her.

So she rejected the imprint, ignored it, tried to erase it from her mind, and endured it until she caught a fever and nearly died.

‘You’re going to die first! Diego, get over here right now and do something about Moringa, you’re the one who’s imprinted.’

‘But Oksana, you’re the one I’m imprinting on.’

Moringa suggested, looking at Diego, who was sobbing.

‘I’m a half-succubus, so all I need is a regular period, and I can absorb the energy from a dream kiss without any other contact…….’

He and Oksana made an agreement that he would use his powers as a Mongolian succubus to enter Diego’s dreams and take his periods.

On the first day, I used my powers to enter his dreams, I kissed him briefly, even though he was reluctant, and absorbed his energy and conceived a child.

She didn’t know if it was possible to be half-human and half-horse, but the gamble paid off, and the ship came without incident.

Moringa gestated for ten months, not unlike any other human, and then gave birth.

The child came into the world with a thunderous cry, a blond, red-eyed cutie like him.

‘Kaaaaa, Moringa, your son is so cute! Diego, he looks just like you. Isn’t he cute?’

‘Well. I guess so.’

‘Have you decided what you’re going to name him?’

‘Yeah. Emore. I’m going with Emore.’

Diego was annoyed, but Emore, who looked so much like him, was adorable and quickly became a favorite.

Time passed, and the human Oksana died.

Oksana was never fully disowned. She was found living with a half-human-half-horse and was accused of being a witch by the people.

They were relentless, even though she was one of my kind.

‘You are a traitor to mankind, living with such horrible demonic blood!’

‘Kill the traitor!’

‘Die!’

People came to Oksana’s abode and tried to break down the door.

At the sound, they trembled with fear. If Diego had been there, they would have done something about it, but he wasn’t.

‘Moringa, Emore, and I want you to stay here and hide well. Don’t come out, no matter what. Do you understand?’

‘Oh, Oksana, no. Don’t go. They said they’re going to kill you.’

‘Don’t worry. If you tell them well, they’ll understand.’

She left the house and disappeared in a handful of ashes.

When Diego returned home, he was so distraught that his hair went grey and he grew old in an instant.

‘Why is the world so unfair? Oksana, why am I alive while you are dead?’

His lost rage did not end when he slaughtered all the humans around him, and Diego changed.

‘Moringa, what did you do when Oksana died?’

‘Oksana told me to go into hiding, to protect Emore…….’

‘Father, don’t blame your mother.’

‘I don’t blame them …….’

After that, Diego became even crazier and Emore, unable to handle his anger, left the house.

Moringa tried to find him but never did.

Hundreds of years have passed since then.

Diego had begun to gather a band of human haters, and Moringa followed him, unknowingly searching for Emore in the kingdom.

‘Emore!’

‘Mother? My God, how did you get here…….’

Emore had grown up and married a human woman.

He had even given birth to a young son while hiding his true identity.

But the humans realized that Emore was half-human, half-horse, and soon attacked.

But the humans realized that Emore was half-human and half-horse and soon attacked.

Emore, who had managed to get his wife and son away safely, was captured and attacked by the humans, and Moringa, who discovered it later, cradled her dying son in her arms and sobbed.

And then she realized. He realized that Diego had been here all along, but hadn’t come out to join Oksana’s remains during the commotion.

‘Don’t blame him too much.’

That was his last words.

* * *

Moringa, who had closed her eyes, opened her red eyes with a snarl.

‘I buried it because you told me not to blame you, Mum. Did you do well?’

Moringa missed her sweet little boy so much.

She looked so lonely and alone in the forest.