608 – 7. Jealousy is my strength (108)
It was a calm and mature tone.
The vampire’s pupils narrow in an instant.
“A long time ago, mankind in the beginning saw Mother Nature and believed that the world was circulating. After winter, spring comes… As the moon tilts when it is full. I thought the world also repeats creation and destruction.”
“The crap.”
While gasping, the vampire added.
The trembling pupils represented her feelings. Strange sensations were scratching at the five senses.
In an instant.
At some point, the vampire stood alone and isolated. It was to the point where the endlessly extending and receding landscape felt like a hallucination.
No one is around anymore.
Except for the mysterious woman standing in front.
Her dark blue hair fell down to her waist. From the light green eyes that embracing profound light to the curvature of the body that draws beautiful curves.
It clearly resembled a vampire.
Of course. Because the two of them were sisters.
The vampire who recalled the unpleasant memories let out a sound like her exasperation.
“That is just a legend…… ! I realized while researching. The primal insights of primitive mankind do not necessarily contain fragments of truth!”
“Maybe.”
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The Archwitch, a woman with dark blue hair, replied with a slight smile.
“However, what mankind in the beginning saw was not only the scenery on the ground… ….”
Then the archwitch slowly stretched out her palm.
The starlight dances above it. One, two, three. And tens to hundreds, in the end, an uncountable number of starlights.
Rotating, circulating, and creating a sphere.
Circle and sphere.
A figure that completes itself without beginning or end.
The symbol of ‘the world’.
The Archwitch’s fingers curl, and her arms and hands begin to tremble. The more so, the rotation of the starlight forming the sphere was accelerating more and more.
Soon the stars in the sky will move.
At first, the lights in the sky, which drew a silver tail slowly enough to be hard to notice, soon formed a circle.
It was then that the vampire let out a devastated sentiment and took a step back from her.
“It is impossible to say… ….”
Isn’t it a spell concocted by a mere creature at best?
It was an impossible miracle. The celestial bodies in the sky are moving in response to the call of an existence that is not even a speck of dust in comparison.
The voice of the person responsible for the miracle was calm.
“Ever since I was trapped in the Great Forest, I looked at the night sky every day and worried. What is really close to the essence of the world… This is my answer Although, I cannot say that I have realized all the principles of ‘birth, death, and death’…….”
Kwajik, Kwajik, Kwajijik!
The starlights that continued to rotate on the Archwitch’s palm soon began to emit dazzling light. And a small sun slowly rising in the sky.
“…… I could imitate that.”
Starlights that circled in the sky narrow their orbits one by one and converge into a sphere of light.
Dozens, hundreds, thousands.
As the number of stars contained in it increased, the photosphere trembled gradually. Not only the final sphere, but the entire world vibrated.
It was such a beautiful sight.
To the extent that it is hard to believe that it was created by a mere mortal.
Vampires were also once involved in magic. Naturally, he had guessed the power of the Archwitch’s spell.
But that’s why.
Rather, the vampire who couldn’t control his anger screamed and sprayed his own blood.
“Laugh, don’t lie down… To a thief like you, to a thief like you again…… !”
The Archwitch’s low voice rang out.
“Kyeol(結).”
As the Archwitch raised her index finger, she stopped the vibrations of her orb, which was trembling madly.
The vampire was still working on his strength. Staring at the sky with bloodshot eyes.
“Again, again, again, again!”
That’s the end.
The Archwitch’s index finger is lowered, and the last syllable is vomited.
“Hae(解).”
The light, the stars, and the moon.
And then another world crashes through the sky.
While crushing a single world.
It was the end.
**
It was a story from a long time ago.
As long ago as no one can remember, there lived a promising mage. She was such a talented woman that it was said that even on all continents, it would be hard to find her equal.
It was a life she had not had since childhood.
Not long after she began to stand out, she was chosen as the next head of the household. Her family loved the competent and beautiful successor.
Wherever I went, attention and affection poured out. Although there were a group of people who were jealous of the proud woman, what would they do?
They were nothing more than dregs, unworthy of attention. The woman believed in her own talents and worked hard to live up to the expectations of her world, and she spared no effort in becoming a great homemaker.
But even if she has everything, she still has sore fingers.
Since childhood, she has worried about her younger sister who never cries or laughs. Her chubby face and her eyes that seemed to have mastered social conditions made her look like an old child at first glance.
She was born with her lovely looks.
Her sympathy soon turned to interest, and interest soon turned to affection. She was on her sister’s side as much as a woman, even if people all over the world cursed at her for being strange.
No matter how cold the ice is, it is helpless in front of the warmth.
Her younger sister, who was at first awkward, had no choice but to open the door to her heart. One day when she shared her current situation and told the story of how the world is going.
Her sister told her the truth she had been hiding.
“Can I be like my older sister… ….”
It was a wish she confessed as she blushed slightly.
On that day, she was as happy as if she had won the world. She was the first goal her sister had told her, when nothing motivated her.
It was the next day that the woman’s wanted tutor arrived.
There were so many cultures that aristocrats had to have. Society, economy, royal studies, as well as training in magic and swordsmanship.
To her sister’s surprise, she picked up all that knowledge quickly. Her family members were astounded that she had another brilliant talent in her family, and she even praised her eye for her lady who recognized the talent in advance.
But since when?
“Your lady is a genius that comes only once in hundreds of years!”
“I am no longer at the level of teaching. Go find the ‘great sage’ of the empire.”
“The continent’s greatest divinity has been born in our family!”
Her eyes and mouth, which were directed at her woman, became her sister’s share.
“I heard you are already facing the Archmage? My sister doesn’t even show signs of becoming a great wizard yet…….”
“In just a few years, it is said that the current magic system can be developed for decades.”
“Then, what about the next one?”
“The strong have everything… Isn’t that the law of the Great Forest?”
All the pride and falsehood that supported the woman began to crumble.
One or two.
The frequency of her sister being called to the place where the woman was standing was increasing. When she came to her senses, the brilliant light that must have belonged to her woman was only illuminating her sister.
Attention, affection, and even envy and jealousy.
All of that was left to her sister. On the day her next head of household was taken away, the woman realized.
She laughed so much at the fact that she became an existence under the shadows.
Remnants that no one pays attention to, unworthy of attention, and jealous of shiny others.
The woman could not stand the fact. The self I hated and hated for my lovely little sister, and the self who had lost the light that I thought was my share forever.
So she shut herself up in her closet.
If you don’t have talent, you just need to work hard. If the research project, which he has devoted many years of hard work to, is completed, people all over the world will not be able to stop paying attention to himself again.
Then she will be able to stand proudly in front of her sister again.
She is not an ugly older sister who hides in the shadows like a rat, but gives jealous glances.
But in just a few weeks.
“A genius solved a difficult problem!”
The subject of her research, which the woman had been preoccupied with for years, was simply solved.
In the hands of none other than her sister.
This is talent.
The woman shuddered from despair. If she lacks talent, she just needs to try?
That was bullsh*t. In front of the absurd talent, in front of the overwhelming gap, all the struggles were meaningless.
So the woman was robbed of her life.
The continent’s best equipment, a promising mage, and the next head of household who are highly anticipated by family members.
Those glowing titles now refer not to a woman, but to her sister.
As much as he was a being above the sky since he was born, the drop was also dramatic. The woman grew emaciated with each passing day and became more and more mad with jealousy.
Every time I heard her sister’s performance, I had to slam her head into her desk and scream at her.
Why?
Why are you taking everything from me too?
You should have taken that much. Even before you were born, all the glory was mine. But why are you!
No matter how hard I struggle, I can’t reach you!
Then it was one day.
The woman received a guest with red eyes.
“Do you want to get it back?”
There was no such thing as an object.
The woman merely nodded her head frantically. And according to the woman’s words that she would give her strength in return, she gave her whole Gasol’s soul.
It was the birth of ‘jealousy’.