The Possessor Mistook the Genre for 20 Years

30 – The Social Club of Destruction (6)

Franz’s eyes scanned the semi-transparent display.

『Save the world from the villainesses who will lead it to destruction!

Hero Yuna (33.00%)

Saint Justia (30.00%)

Elf Archer Hera (20.00%)

If you fail, the world will be destroyed!』

When he first saw this, everything was at 0 percent, and it felt really hopeless, but somehow, by solving incidents, they had come this far.

Although he sighed at the fact that they hadn’t even filled half yet, it was true that it was better than at the beginning.

Moreover, through this branching point, Yuna’s percentage had miraculously risen by 33 percent at once.

If it had broken through the upper limit and even increased by 3 percent more, it was clear that saving her family had been a significant factor.

Additionally, Justia’s percentage had also risen by 10 percent through this incident, making it a true win-win situation.

It was still unclear what exactly these percentages indicated, but they had gotten some idea.

‘Doing good deeds makes it go up.’

When he had argued with Justia, it had gone down, and when he had done things that helped everyone, it had gone up.

So, they should continue to solve things in that manner.

If there were difficult tasks, they should help, and if there were problems, they should solve them.

…or so he thought, but one ambiguous part remained.

‘Why did Justia’s percentage go up?’

That single question left Franz’s mind in confusion.

The only thing he had done to Justia was to urgently bring her, in her pajamas, to do something terrible.

But no matter how she thought about it, she couldn’t accept it positively from her perspective.

Hmm-.

I don’t know.

I really don’t know.

It was when Franz was agonizing over it.

“…Guys, can I handle that b*stard myself?”

Yuna said, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand.

Her eyes were filled with anger.

It seemed she was trying to avenge the kidnapping of her family and the subsequent threats.

‘It’s better not to tell her.’

In fact, he hadn’t told Yuna about what happened in the basement.

If she knew her family had been treated like that, she would surely be distressed.

Of course, someday her family might tell her themselves, but by then, Yuna would surely be able to endure it rationally.

So, let’s not tell her now.

It might be hiding an important fact, but it’s better to be resented later than to tell her now.

“Do as you wish.”

When Franz said that, Justia and Arian also nodded.

With that, Yuna bowed her head in gratitude and walked towards Duke Ishtar.

When the dark liquid spilled on the floor met Yuna’s golden aura, white smoke rose with a hiss.

The power of a hero was originally given to fight against demons.

If it weren’t for the seal, Duke Ishtar wouldn’t have been a match for her.

“Oh, don’t come! I’m sorry. Please, please spare my life!”

“When I begged you to return my family, did you listen?”

“Th-that… I was completely wrong. If you need any of my wealth, I’ll give you everything you want, so please spare my life…!”

“Well, even if you don’t beg like that, I won’t kill you easily.”

Yuna raised her foot and firmly stepped on Duke Ishtar’s hand.

As if extinguishing a cigarette butt on the ground.

“aaargh-!”

With a scream, the duke’s hand turned into a flat piece of flesh.

He couldn’t even struggle.

The seal of Franz was still effectively working.

Thud-!

When Yuna swung her foot, the duke’s face turned to the side, and his teeth flew out.

It seemed true that she didn’t intend to kill him easily.

If she had wanted to, killing the duke would have been simple.

It was a bit cruel, but considering Yuna’s feelings, it was understandable.

Touching someone precious is more infuriating than touching oneself.

Franz, watching Yuna’s revenge, quietly shifted his gaze.

There were nobles writhing on the floor of the ballroom.

Although Duke Ishtar’s plan had failed, it didn’t mean that everything was resolved.

“Justia.”

“…Yes?”

When Franz called, Justia fastened the front of her coat.

She was worried that her thin pajamas might be see-through.

Of course, Franz didn’t care.

“Can you purify those people too?”

“The people lying on the floor right now?”

Franz nodded.

Justia furrowed her brows.

She seemed to be deep in thought.

In fact, it was a sorry request to make of her.

Especially after seeing her struggle in the basement.

“I’ll try as much as I can, but it won’t be easy. Even if the exposure to the magic was short, they absorbed it directly into their bodies, and there are many of them. And above all, my stamina is a bit…”

Stamina…

If that was the case, there was something perfect for this situation.

Franz reached into the air and pulled out a large glass bottle.

It was the elixir he had distributed to the villagers before.

The only difference this time was that the grape flavor had changed to cherry flavor.

“What’s that?”

“Elixir. Drink this and get some strength.”

“Ah, no, what do you mean elixir is a tonic?! More importantly, why do you have something so precious?”

Eustia said, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Franz was just nonplussed by her reaction.

‘There’s no use for it…’

An elixir is, after all, a potion.

If such a potion were to be used, it would naturally be in battle.

But now that the Demon King has been defeated, there’s no more need for battles.

Even if there were, if a 10-circle archmage needed to use an elixir, wouldn’t the world already be doomed?

Selling it isn’t an option either, as there’s no need for money.

The reward from defeating the Demon King and the money accumulating in real-time as the Tower Master means there’s no place to spend it unless it’s on luxury items like jewelry or ornaments. But what’s the point of having a lot of money?

So, it’s too precious to give away, and there’s no particular use for it, making the elixir a completely useless item.

Keep it well and pass it on to future generations?

Then the future generations would tremble at the elixir, keep it well, and pass it on again.

Rather than that, it’s better to give it to Eustia.

Elixirs are made to be drunk, not as ornaments.

“Just drink it.”

“No matter what, an elixir…”

“There’s no other use for it anyway. One bottle is enough for research. Besides, it’s not for anything bad, it’s to save someone.”

“Well, okay then.”

In the end, Eustia gave in to Franz’s persuasion.

She couldn’t refuse the idea of using it to save someone.

Eustia opened the elixir and carefully took a sip.

She drank about half of it.

Then she handed the elixir back to Franz.

“Why?”

“I’m full…”

“Really? Well, it can’t be helped. How do you feel?”

“I feel completely fine. I think I can save everyone now.”

Eustia said with confidence.

“Then, I’ll leave it to you.”

“Yes, I must repay the elixir I drank.”

With a faint smile, Eustia knelt down on the spot.

Soon, a prayer began to flow from her lips, and at the same time, a brilliant golden divine power spread throughout the hall.

As a result, the condition of the nobles who had collapsed on the floor gradually improved.

Those who had been merely groaning and writhing began to rise one by one as time passed.

‘It’s warm.’

Franz felt anew that the saintess’s divine power was truly warm.

He had felt the same way when he used the 10-circle magic that day.

Meanwhile, Yuna was still exacting her revenge on Duke Ishtar.

Whether he had lost consciousness or died, no more screams were heard.

But still.

‘How should I report this?’

The death of a noble, especially a duke, was not something that could be easily overlooked.

Regardless of guilt, the emperor would undoubtedly summon them.

For Franz, who detested troublesome matters, it was something he wanted to avoid at all costs.

The problem was that there were too many witnesses for him to do so.

‘I’ll think about it later…’

Franz decided not to think too deeply about it.

After all, things would work out somehow.

Time passed, and when Eustia had finished everything, the nobles who had regained their senses expressed their gratitude to her as if on cue.

Eustia’s eyes wavered at the flood of thanks.

“Oh, no, there’s no need to thank me, if possible, please donate the money to a nearby church, no, really, it’s fine…!”

Franz couldn’t help but chuckle at Eustia’s flustered appearance.

“Fr, Franz, this is not the time to laugh…! Please help…!”

Eustia asked for help, and just as Franz was reluctantly about to step in,

the nobles, who had been murmuring, suddenly fell silent.

Yuna.

It was because Yuna, covered in blood, had appeared.

As Yuna walked out, the nobles parted to the sides.

Just like the miracle of Moses.

“Justia, thank you so much.”

Yuna bowed her head in gratitude.

Justia responded with a gentle smile.

“You’re a saint. I just did what was natural.”

“Still, thank you.”

With those words, Yuna finished her greeting to Justia.

Then she approached Franz.

In the silent ballroom, Franz and Yuna’s eyes met.