Side Story 17: A New Story

The two tried again and again to change the perceptions embedded in each other.

Eris was sweet to Helena and acted like a close friend. She was so sweet that Helena’s heart pounded.

Nevertheless, people did not believe Eris. They cursed at Eris, and told Helena, “Be careful because you don’t know when you’ll hit the back of your head.”

Helena once slapped Eris in the face ‘with agreement’. However, even though everyone witnessed it, they just condoned, thinking it was pleasant, and no reprimand or punishment came back. Rather, they even praised Helena for being so cool, saying she should have done so earlier.

When all those efforts failed, Eris spoke less. Helena struggled to cheer Eris up, but all of them were useless.

Because she had a high self-esteem, her fall was steeper than anyone else’s.

Eris also stopped blaming Helena. Instead, she began to blame herself.

Not being loved, because she was not lovely. Not being recognized, because she didn’t deserve it.

Eris’ self-deprecation caught Helena’s breath.

‘I shouldn’t have gotten closer. If I couldn’t be a proper helper, I should have let her be in the ‘villain role.’ If I had, at least she wouldn’t have hurt herself like this.’

Finally, the night before Helena’s wedding, Eris came and whispered.

“I’m sorry, but I also needed at least one person to blame.”

It was the last conversation Helena had with her before being poisoned by Eris.

When Helena woke up again, many things were already over. Eris was executed for poisoning her.

Everything went by so quickly that Helena actually felt it was a little unrealistic. It seemed that Eris would appear and scold her at any moment. There would be a voice laughing at her, saying that she looked stupid.

Only then did Helena realise the cruel truth.

The reason she had become so powerful was that the world loved her so much that it did not want to give even the slightest chance to Eris to harm her.

If she became a witch-like being, she would be able to survive even if Eris threw her in the middle of the sea.

Oh, she felt like she was going crazy. The world killed Eris Misérian for Helena.

Alecto didn’t know Helena’s condition and hugged her and whispered.

“I won’t let this happen to you again.”

He didn’t even mention Eris’ death. Helena felt everything was funny. Because of one love that she never wanted……. Helena could not accept this reality.

That night, all the witches gathered at the round table. 

I want to be God. 

Everyone said the youngest witch’s declaration was reckless.

The protagonist was only a being loved by God. Nobody knew how to take the first step because nobody had ever walked.

“It’s not enough just to love me. I have to make the world obey me.”

A witch was a being who broke the rules. Everyone held hands without saying a word at Helena’s laughter, which was determined, but somewhat maddened. To respect their sister’s choice.

Helena closed her eyes and imagined a girl who she would soon meet again after she became a God, who had green eyes filled with hatred and would push her away.

“Eris, no Lady Misérian! You’re here!”

Helena was no longer reluctant to be the main character. No, rather, if she could use it, she was going to try her best to use it.

Organising her hair fluttering in the wind, Helena smiled at Eris.

Over and over again…

Again and again…….

Until everyone who read it imagined a ‘different ending’ and understood it.

A new story had been written. The world obeyed the new god.

“……Wouldn’t it be more fun if the world we were in was like this?”

Anakin, who was listening to my long story, blinked and applauded. No matter how much he looked at it, I don’t think he understood half of what I was saying.

Anakin was a person who never read the original work, so it was natural that he did not understand it well. Anakin hurriedly held my hand and added, perhaps because my disappointment was seen on my face.

“It was fun. But I didn’t like the fact that Master died.….”

“I know, that’s not me. Originally, it’s Eris. And Helena goes back to save her,”

“……Ah.”

Anakin still didn’t seem to understand properly. As expected, I guess I was not a good writer. Even Anakin, who knew me very well could not understand, and I was not confident enough to make other readers understand.

Even if I explained the second creation repeatedly, I felt like I would be miserable due to my inexperienced writing. Instead, I held Anakin’s hand tightly and rolled my eyes, then turned around.

“Are you still studying?”

“Oh, yes. My teacher comes three times a week.”

I didn’t know what the principle was, but neither me nor Anakin had any problems conversing in the book or in Korea.

However, there were many difficulties in living independently with that alone.

He learnt it now, but at first, he said he didn’t even know how to operate the elevator.

Anakin was completely re-learning writing, basic culture and manners in order to adapt in Korea.

It might seem strange that an adult male was starting from the Korean alphabet, but I heard there were Koreans who were born and raised in a foreign country who came back to Korea. 

Anakin didn’t know what a Korean-American was, so he asked me.

Since I met him again, meeting Anakin three times a week has technically become a kind of class. 

Anakin had a lot of things he didn’t know yet, and I was responsible for bringing Anakin to this strange country.

But after many twists and turns, I met my loved one, so I didn’t want this class to stand in my way….

In the meantime, I had been dragging Anakin around and dating him, saying it was a field trip, but I was slowly getting tired of it, and my bank account balance was quickly reduced, so I began to feel burdened.

For that reason, it had been a daily routine these days to bring him home and roll around together on the pretext of watching his studies.

I looked at the profile of Anakin studying hard. He was still sensitive to my presence.

No, actually, not only was he sensitive to my presence, he could still use the sword. When asked why it was possible, he said he didn’t know.

Now that there was no witch to ask, the truth was in a labyrinth, but if I thought about it in connection to the last word the witch said to him, it seemed that the sword master’s talent he possessed was not in the body but in the soul.

Even so, it was a waste that he wouldn’t be able to show off his talent in Korea.

Was there really none? Everyone was doing YouTube these days. Should I change to a YouTuber with Anakin?

I imagined Anakin holding a sword and cutting this and that. The title could be, “There’s someone who cuts watermelon with a butter knife?!”..….

I was laughing because I was happy just thinking about it, but Anakin stopped reading and began to stare at me.

I shouldn’t be a YouTuber. I didn’t know what the owner of the body used to do, but now Anakin looked like an idol trainee. What if the whole nation recognized him when he became famous for no reason?

I was so greedy that I wanted to monopolize Anakin as my own person, both as Eris and now.

I pulled Anakin’s cheek who must have been wondering what I was thinking. He closed his eyes naturally, and we no longer asked each other’s permission.

Come to think of it, I decided to plant a lily of the valley. Should I plant something other than a lily of the valley? As long as it was in full bloom for a longer period.

No, I would have to plant a tree so it didn’t wither. How about an orange tree?

“Anakin, is there anything you want to do?”

“Actually, In fact, I want to find the necklace that my master gave me again.”

“That choker? Come on, let’s go get the couple rings.”

“Are we getting married?”

I sometimes stopped and imagined what had become of the characters in the book since I left.

I was sure all the people in the mansion were scattered. Would Kynthia still have stayed in the alley? That child, did she wake up safely?

Whenever that happened, they seemed to be able to survive on their own without me, so I stopped worrying for a while and worried about my future back in the arduous reality.

These days, I still dream sometimes.

But now it could happen without dying.