People Aren't Meant to Be Fixed! (4 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 185

I wasn’t sure whether to call it sheer terror or utter shock.

“His Majesty is already on God’s bad side despite being such a colossal being!”

Beris trembled violently, clutching Poppy tightly with his remaining arm—or rather, specifically, his index finger, which pointed accusingly at Freyrie, quivered uncontrollably. It was truly bizarre to behold.

“What will you do if His Majesty ends up hated even more by God later?”

Freyrie impure? By that logic, I’m impure too, since I’ve also fallen out of God’s favor. That thought soured my mood somewhat.

More than anything, Beris’s sudden transformation—so unlike his usual playful, foolishly innocent self—felt jarringly unfamiliar the moment they recognized each other’s true natures. The Beris I knew, the cheerful glutton, now stared at Freyrie not as a friend but as an enemy, and the bitterness in my mouth spread like I’d just swallowed dark chocolate.

Moreover, another thought crept in.

Given how many extraordinary people swarmed around me, it struck me just how fragile the fence called “friendship” really was—like delicate glass. Even if we currently got along thanks to mutual need and past familiarity, we could turn into enemies the moment our interests clashed or our relationship soured.

“And just who do you think you are?”

Anyway, Beris’s horrified gesture of waving Freyrie away while branding her an “impure being” rubbed me the wrong way, so I snapped back sharply.

How dare he fear and despise Freyrie—a colossal being and cosmic entity—while seemingly oblivious to the fact that his words dragged me into the same condemnation?

“Now that everything’s out in the open, maybe it’s because I’m surrounded by so many odd beings?”

But saying that outright would only escalate bad feelings or spoil the mood. Though angry, I didn’t want to drain my energy fighting Beris. I usually spoke my mind, yet I had no desire to create distance between myself and an influential noble house. I wanted to avoid unnecessary exhaustion—venting anger alone wouldn’t solve anything.

“At this point, if someone declared, ‘Actually, I’m this kind of being!’ I wouldn’t even be surprised.”

So I held back my emotions, idly scratched my ear, and put on an indifferent expression. If Freyrie, Beris, and I all lost our composure, wouldn’t this room turn into nothing short of a pigsty of irrationality?

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