"Is there a need to be so happy?"
"Of course." Rogeria pouted and began to complain, "In fact, I've already experienced similar responses 103,700 times."
103,700 times was quite a spectacular number. While Bernal was shocked, he also had an absurd thought.
He propped up his arms again and looked at Rogeria.
"And then? Don't tell me it's like this every time, where not a single person remains, right?"
"That's right, it's so frustrating. It's the same result every time that I almost didn't want to crossover here."
Bernal hit the nail on the head. At this moment, Rogeria was complaining to Bernal like a human.
"I always come out only for a while. And before I'm done playing I have to leave this world already."
103700 tries. Leaving aside this time, how terrifying is this fellow to fail more than 100,000 times?
Through this tiny bit of information, Bernal suddenly had a feeling.
He seemed to have signed a contract with an incredible God.
It was only at this moment that Bernal realized how terrifying and extraordinary Rogeria was.
It was so strange. He knew that this guy was an Evil God, some sort of terrifying existence, but why did he not feel anything at all?
Bernal examined Rogeria closely. He suddenly felt that something was being stripped away from his heart bit by bit.
At this moment, Rogeria was like an excited girl who was excitedly sharing her joy with Bernal.
"So, do you know how happy I was to see you?"
Rogeria looked at Bernal as if he were a treasure, and the strong emotions in those eyes left Bernal at a loss.
"Is that so?" Bernal couldn't take it anymore. He looked away and wrapped his arms around Rogeria's neck again, resting his head on her shoulder.
Rogeria's pleasant voice rang beside his ear.
Rogeria spoke quickly, and it was clear that she was really excited and delighted.
"I was really surprised to see you. Even as a god, I haven't felt that deep touching emotion in my soul in a long time."
"But you should have told me from the beginning about the harm of the contract!"
"There's no need to because I'm sure that you can definitely withstand the contract with me."
"You have the qualifications. Your potential and your abilities are more terrifying than you think."
"Bernal, you are special, very special."
"Oh really? Even if you say so, I don't feel that it's true."
Special?
At first, Bernal thought so too.
When he first came to this world, as a transmigrator, Bernal was very excited. He thought that he was going to usher in a legendary life that only belonged to him. Like the main characters in those movies that he had seen in the past.
Special adventures in another world, but that was not the case for him.
He originally thought that he would have some kind of powerful talent, but when he was one year old, reality gave him a painful blow.
"I'm sorry, Margrave, but Young Master Bernal does not have the talent and potential to become a mage."
The old mage who had tested Bernal's potential back then lingered in his ears.
"To be honest, this is the first time I've seen an example like Young Master Bernal. He clearly has strong mental strength, but…"
When the old mage first tested Bernal's mental strength, he was shocked and happy to see the results.
Bernal was the same as he knew that he was destined to live an extraordinary life.
However, the final outcome disappointed everyone.
No matter how hard Bernal tried, he could not sense the elements floating in the air.
"I'm sorry, Bernal, I'm sorry…"
That day, Bernal's mother hugged him all night and kept apologizing.
It was not until later that Bernal found out that his mother, Eva, was attacked by monsters when she was pregnant.
He was born prematurely. Hence his physique was innately weaker than others.
Therefore, Eva blamed herself for Bernal's inability to sense elements.
It was then that Bernal realized that he had only one path to take from the beginning.
That door was closed now.
Bernal was destined to only live as an ordinary young noble.
Coming back from his memories, Bernal did not resonate with what Rogeria had said.
This might be what people often said: human grief and joy are not interlinked. Bernal did not understand why Rogeria was so excited.
Aren't you a god? Why do you act like a child?
In Bernal's impression, God should be more dignified and rational.
However, that was not the case at all.
Maybe because she is an Evil God?
"We're outside."
After some time, Bernal heard the sound of the rustling leaves again.
Rogeria's voice rang at the same time.
Bernal opened his eyes and looked up at the sky.
"It's already dark."
"Hmm, the moon in this world is really pretty!"
Rogeria remarked as her words filled with revel and praise.
"So this is how it feels to look at the moon from the ground?"
"Haven't you seen the moon in all those summonings?"
Bernal could not understand why Rogeria was so touched at this moment.
"There's more than one world. Haven't you seen it yourself?"
Rogeria gave Bernal a look. Countless stars reflected in her right eye before disappearing a moment later.
This fleeting scene fascinated Bernal instantly.
The desire for knowledge was written all over Bernal's face, but Rogeria did not intend to satisfy him.
"This won't do. Something bad will happen if you look at it too much. I don't want anything to happen to my contractor that I finally managed to encounter."
"Humph." Bernal turned his head away unhappily, like a child who did not get a toy.
At this moment, a series of footsteps sounded from afar, attracting their attention.
They looked in that direction.
He could vaguely see silver-armored knights through the trees.
"Ta Ta Ta!"
"They're probably the knights sent to look for me."
"Is that so?"
Bernal looked at the side of Rogeria's face questionably. The smile on her face was very subtle, and this reaction gave Bernal a bad feeling.
He hurriedly turned his head to look into the distance, and at this moment, the familiar sound of air bubbles sounded in his ear.
Gulp gulp!