Hero Defeated by Evil 131

Chapter 131 – #29 Hero Club Loves Sweetness (2)

The club is a hero.
This society is not yet ready to accept the foreign body of the Awakened, and the law for them has not been properly established and is in a sluggish state.
That’s why the Awakened Club already knew from his student days that there were only a few roads allowed to him.

Still, it might be fortunate that she chose to be a hero not simply because of compulsion.
For some reason, she came to yearn for a hero of justice, and she was able to walk the path she longed for.

Anyway, she’s a hero.
She must be a hero who will try to defeat the evil villains, bring peace to the people, and keep order.

I’m sure it would.

『Club, please become a subordinate of Villain No. 13 from today.』

『You are a hero of the 7th division, and at the same time you are a member of the villain organization [Abyss].』

『Rather than the 7th division, the villain organization [Abyss] Is given priority.』

『This is an order.』

But while she is a hero, she is also a villain now.
She became a villain. She had to be
Because that was the order of his superior his, Captain Rahe.

Okay. Still, she didn’t change the fact that she was a hero.
Because of the order, I was inevitably labeled as a villain, but there is nothing wrong with Captain Rahe’s words.

Furthermore, the words of Villain 13 are trustworthy, and his words are trustworthy.
More than anything, when I’m with him, so many good things happen.

… So there is no need to doubt.
So there is no need to think.

I am the 7th Division Hero Club,
At the same time, it is to become the Villain Club of the Villain organization 【Abyss】….

* * *

“Hey~ I really thought I was dying from waiting. Anyway, since this is a limited product, I wanted to try it.
Before the club came, I was just thinking about trying to eat at least the tip.
Oh, sit there. Are you going to drink tea? Was the coffee better?
No, since I told you last time that I like black tea–“

Following the guide of the chattering No. 13, the club approached with a dazed attitude, as if somehow bewitched, and sat on the chair he had brought out.
In front of me was a table covered with a pretty tablecloth.
When I lifted the tablecloth, what was underneath was a simple round table, but thanks to the clean marks and the sense of the tablecloth, it felt like a pretty great tea table.

In this space, the windows are lined with something like iron plates, and the walls are white as if they were whitewashed.
Only the table, the tea sets placed on it, and No. 13, who prepares a seat with polite hand movements in front of it, stand out.

Then, number 13 muted.

“Club, are you going to put sugar in the tea? How many should I put in?”

“…… Only one…”

“Okay. One. One word.”

Number 13 muttered in a theatrical tone and opened the lid of the sugar canister placed next to it.
I thought it was a familiar barrel, but I realized it was the same brand that Apple showed me a while ago.

‘Come to think of it, that too….’

I must have heard that it was provided by #13.

‘Perhaps there was a brainwashing drug in it….’

I thought about that, but I couldn’t think of any more than that when I saw Number 13 dripping sugar into the tea she was going to drink.
It seemed to me that it probably didn’t matter.
As long as the 13th issue is given, it seems that anything will be fine….

‘Right, number 13 is… No. 13 is my boss.’

‘I was also told to prioritize the orders of Unit 13 over Captain Rahe’s orders.’

‘So, it’s okay.’

If it was poison, I would have been a little started.
Knowing that it wasn’t poison, and having a belief-like conviction that they wouldn’t feed it, the club was able to say nothing.

“Hey, tea. I’ll follow you more if needed.”

“… Thank you.”

I took the teacup that No. 13 had offered and took a sip.
In addition to the soft scent that passed through my nose, I felt a faint sweetness, and I felt happy.
Originally, I would add one more sugar, but only then will the sweetness of the dessert be completely drowned out.

“So, is this the snack you mentioned? This….”

“I got it right away! It’s called Charlotte… Oh, you know? Yes yes But she said this is no ordinary Charlotte. That famous patisserie—”

When the club asked, Number 13 started talking in a heated rant as if he had waited.
It was a list of sentences with a lot of sarcasm, but perhaps thanks to the fact that the topic matched the interests of the club, the club was able to listen very happily.

No, maybe not only that.
I don’t know why, but just listening to #13’s voice makes me feel at ease… Because it makes me feel better….

“――I mean, how, are you looking forward to it?”

“… Yes. I look forward to it.”

“Also. If it was a club, I knew it would be. I love sweets so much, but I have no one to share that feeling with.”

When the staff talks about this, they just smile and listen in silence.
Dorothy likes sweets, but she hates the background or explanations related to them, saying they are meaningless.
When you get to the boss, you say that if it’s sweet, it’s all there, isn’t it there, so this is it.

Since it was such an environment, I had always thought that a club would suit me well since I was a prisoner.

“Then, since the tea is cold, let’s eat it quickly.”

No. 13 hands the fork to the club.
Then, handing over the long-awaited Charlotte to the club, he whispered as if to add:

“And–As for Hero Coco’s brainwashing operation, let’s talk about how it’s going.”

* * *

Club trembled with emotion as he held the fork in his hand.
Charlotte was delicious. She was really good

Charlotte, who seems to have divided her cake into eight pieces, feels the luxurious softness that spreads in her mouth from the first bite,
As she rolled it on her tongue, it disappeared leaving behind a faint sweetness as if her foam melted away her.

The impression did not end with the first bite, but each time the club carefully scooped each piece, it came with a different texture, taste, and emotion.
By the time I cut the middle part into pieces and put it in my mouth, the sweet mango sauce bursting out at the same time as chewing the sponge cake-like body was fantastic.

What should I say about this
How can I express this emotion?

So far, I’ve been browsing the Internet or listening to rumors from colleagues and looking for various dessert shops.
However, this texture, this taste, and this flavor were all things I had never felt before.

Ah, happy
Right now, I am drowning in the sea of ​​sweetness and swaying to and fro on the waves of happiness….

“Yeah, I’m glad you seem satisfied.”

“If it wasn’t good… I was going to say something….”

“That’s too much. Don’t worry though. I don’t know anything else, but I never fail when it comes to sweets and desserts.”

“Keugh… Trustworthy…!”

The club gladd at No. 13, who was sitting across from him, with an expression of happiness or resentment on his face her.
The gaze moved to Number Thirteen, then to Charlotte, his share her beneath the face her.

She already coveted number 13 while her share was still left.
This hero is really greedy.

“…… If you eat all of them, there is also a little special macaron.”

“I want to eat!”

“Eat slowly. Don’t run away.”

Club put another small piece of shallot into his mouth his, his eyes twinkling.
This time, I could see the conflict on his face.
It seems that her desire her to savor Charlotte slowly and her desire her to quickly taste the macaron that she is preparing next are colliding with each other.

――You really like sweet things.

As #13, who loves sweets just like the club,
I watched the club with a smile on my face, happy to have found a comrade I could play with.

However, that doesn’t mean you can just enjoy dessert leisurely,
They also shared various stories about the current situation of the 7th Division.
And most of the topics of the story were about Coco, the hero of the 7th division.

“As I said before, Coco’s ability is the ability to ‘show hallucinations’.”

“No one knows the principle. Whether it works on the senses of the viewer or whether it actually creates an illusion. Coco is thorough in that area and is hiding all important information.”

“I heard you like fruit. But what kind of fruit was that…”

“Originally, Ms. Coco belonged to the [Intelligence Department] Of headquarters. He said that they have been temporarily disbanded and the personnel have been sent to each unit… That’s what I heard.”

“I heard you are knowledgeable about poison. He’s heard he can defuse bombs. He says he learned everything from the [Intelligence Department].”

“I had a mission this time—”

Tolerable things have already been heard through Apple or Spade.
But besides that, there was information that only the club knew, and I was able to gather quite a bit of information by listening to the recent situation from the side and small habits.

‘He doesn’t trust others and has a sadistic personality. Smart, cunning… Being wary of others has become a habit, la….’

Apple or the club tried to approach Coco in one way or another under No. 13’s orders.
Offer a meal, give a massage, or make a coffee.
However, Coco vehemently refused those things. To the extent that it is unnatural to simply dismiss it as hypersensitivity.

If that’s the case, it’s probably the [Intelligence Department’s] Policy.
It seems that he has been trained to pay attention to every single detail of his daily life about the betrayal of his colleagues.
I don’t know if I’m going to say why it’s unusual in this peaceful era….

‘As a result, it’s just valid. In the current situation.’

Even so, that doesn’t mean there isn’t a way.
Still, there is a risk in everything, so if you don’t carefully decide your next move, you will end up looking as unseen as before.

By the time the general story was over, both Club and No. 13 were able to eat the prepared desserts neatly.
What’s more, the club had emptied all the black tea that had been infused with the brainwashing pills, and now they were staring at Room 13 with unfocused, blank eyes as if they were slowly getting drugged.

Swaying body.
Her gaze on her, her face on her, even after eating all of the sweet dessert, had a sorrowful expression on her face as if she was lacking something.

“Then, club, should dessert time end here?”

“…… Ah… Yes… I ate it all… Peel….”

“Are you sorry?”

“…….”

The club nodded. You can tell at a glance that you are sorry.
Number 13 covered his mouth and laughed as if he couldn’t help laughing at that appearance.

“It’s okay, Club. You will have a more enjoyable time from now on.”

“… More… Happy… ?”

Club repeated in a puzzled voice.

“Okay. As always. You said I would give you a really happy time. Do you believe me?”

“…… Yes.”

When No. 13 said that, the club smiled brightly with blank eyes as if they were genuinely happy.
The feverish face, and the feverish sigh that spewed out of that mouth… It’s very bewitching.