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    Chapter 133: The Promise with Seron

    The boss of Act 5 and the leader of the Mysticism faction, Vulcan Zebra.

    Act 5 focuses on defeating Vulcan together with the reincarnators.

    And here, the Veil Bandages prove to be particularly useful.

    They are used to infiltrate the Mysticism faction led by Vulcan.

    After hearing about Mysticism through Vinesha, Lucas becomes aware of its dangers.

    So, during the winter break, he uses the Veil Bandages given to him by her to infiltrate Mysticism.

    That is the standard, conventional scenario.

    Hearing the mention of Vulcan, Musika let out a bitter smile.

    Because she knew, at least a little, why Vulcan had become that way.

    "I''m sorry that those so-called old heroes ended up bringing their problems into the present."

    Before becoming Vulcan, Rosli was undoubtedly a revered hero.

    But even heroes have personal lives.

    Rosli was broken through a series of events and ultimately spiraled out of control, entangled in Vulcan’s tragic life.

    Thus, Mysticism was reborn.

    Musika, possessing Vinesha, had been a part of Mysticism.

    So, she also knew the stories intertwined with Vulcan.

    "But I still think he needs to be stopped."

    Musika wanted to stop Vulcan.

    The path he was leading Mysticism down brought him no happiness.

    It was merely a way to unleash his resentment upon the world.

    Musika did not want Vulcan’s fate to end that way.

    "So, is that why you’re making this request of me?"

    "Yeah. You knew from the start that I was Aquiline''s reincarnation, didn’t you? And I’m sure you know far more than just that."

    To Musika, I was a truly peculiar existence.

    I knew countless secrets about this world that were yet to be revealed.

    That was by no means normal.

    "To be honest, I don’t fully understand what you are."

    She knew that I was Vikamon.

    Yet, she still said she didn’t quite know my true identity.

    "I, too, was once called the Watcher of Souls. I can see the structure of a soul with absolute clarity. But your soul’s connection to your body is too faint. As if you were merely possessing it."

    My shoulders flinched.

    So she could see that much.

    This was something I couldn’t speak about lightly.

    Because I myself didn’t know the full truth either.

    And I certainly couldn’t openly admit that I had taken over Vikamon’s body.

    That was a story best left untold.

    "Even I can’t fully see through you. But despite the faint connection with your body, you remain stable."

    It was as if the body’s original owner had naturally accepted a new soul.

    "And I can clearly see the mission and resolve you carry in your soul."

    Musika stepped closer and tapped my chest with her index finger.

    "You want to protect this world, don’t you? That feeling is unmistakable, even now. I once knew someone with a heart just like yours."

    So she could even see that.

    No wonder she was the greatest soul sorcerer.

    "Who was that person?"

    If possible, I’d like their help in protecting this world.

    "Wolfram."

    The great hero.

    The one who led the five heroes—his name was mentioned.

    "Musika, do you happen to know who Wolfram’s reincarnation is?"

    I knew the reincarnations of the other five heroes.

    But Wolfram remained a complete mystery.

    Since she was the Watcher of Souls, maybe she knew.

    As I looked at her with anticipation, Musika chuckled briefly.

    "Unfortunately, I don’t. He always used to say things that made no sense. So he was an unpredictable person."

    She revealed a longing for the past.

    "Because of that, he often did things beyond common sense, which made him particularly troublesome."

    Musika shrugged and stepped away from me.

    "But I believe he must have reincarnated somewhere. That’s just the kind of person he was."

    Her eyes held memories of a distant past.

    Long ago, under the dazzling sun, the heroes who protected the world.

    She had once stood beside them.

    "Man, I was really something back in those days!"

    She let out a nostalgic sigh, sounding like an old man reminiscing about past glory.

    Even heroes, it seemed, couldn''t resist recalling their legendary moments.

    "Anyway, that’s why I’m shamelessly asking you this favor. Though, honestly, I feel like you’d end up stopping him regardless."

    "But you are also a part of this world. Take care of yourself, Hannon. You are the benefactor of me, Vinesha, and Grantoni."

    "I promise."

    I decided to keep Musika’s words close to my heart.

    "Well then, that’s all I have to say. Grantoni should be able to reach the Demon Dungeon without any problems."

    From behind Musika, Grantoni made a V-sign with his fingers.

    "Soulmate, see you tomorrow."

    "Yeah, take care of both of us tomorrow."

    The conversation ended peacefully.

    Now, I had to find one last person.

    Just as I picked up my chair and slid open the door—

    "Ah!"

    A startled voice rang out, and someone collapsed to the floor.

    My eyes widened as I saw the scene before me.

    Outside, I spotted a familiar head of red hair.

    Her forehead gleamed under the light seeping through the window.

    "Seron?"

    When I called her name, Seron got up with a flustered expression.

    "W-Well, I heard that you, Prince Sweet Potato, did something on the first-year floor... So, I followed you."

    She had tracked me down?

    "And I thought about surprising you at the door, so I was waiting..."

    But in the process, Seron had overheard something she shouldn’t have.

    "...Prince Sweet Potato, what do you mean by losing love, anger, and sorrow?"

    After finishing her question, she bit her lip and looked up at me.

    She was asking if what she heard was true.

    I silently met her gaze.

    At that moment, Seron stepped toward me.

    "Take it off. Now."

    She reached for my bandages.

    "Take that thing off right now!"

    I hurriedly grabbed her wrist.

    "Seron, calm down."

    "How can I be calm?!"

    She shouted with a fierce voice.

    "The person who taught me what love is is losing his love—how can I possibly stay calm?!"

    She said such an embarrassing thing so easily.

    But seeing the tears in her eyes, I knew she was serious.

    "I don’t want this."

    Seron gripped my wrist tightly.

    "I don’t know what you’re trying to do, Prince Sweet Potato. But I don’t want you to go through with it like this."

    Her tears trickled down.

    I watched her for a moment before slowly releasing her wrist.

    She was a tough yet soft-hearted girl.

    And she truly cared about me.

    "Seron."

    She looked up at me slowly.

    I reached out and wiped away her tears.

    "If you cry twice in a day, your eyes will swell."

    "Whose fault do you think that is?"

    "Yeah, you’re right. So make sure to make me cry like this someday, too."

    I couldn’t promise her that I would stop using the Veil Bandages.

    As Vikamon, I would become an adult next year.

    Once I did, I would no longer be able to enter the Demon Dungeon.

    Until then, I still needed the Veil Bandages.

    I couldn’t bring myself to say I would remove them.

    So instead, I made a request to this fiery girl who worried about me.

    "Make me cry my heart out."

    To awaken the sorrow I still had left.

    "And make me angry too."

    To rekindle the anger that was fading away.

    "And lastly, let me understand the love that you’ve come to know."

    To reclaim the love I had lost.

    I entrusted this to Seron.

    Hearing my words, she reached out and pulled me into a tight embrace, pressing my face against her chest.

    "Got it. A hundred times, a thousand times over, I’ll do it for you."

    Perhaps, this was the first promise I had made for my future self.

    And I made that promise with Seron.

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