135 – At dawn (3)
#At dawn (3)
───Phew!
The feeling of my internal organs being ripped out alive was not very pleasant.
Especially because it is an unfamiliar human body.
“…… “Huh.”
Arnhil opened his mouth, breaking the blades protruding through his skin.
“…… Cough. He’s really tough. Or should I say manly?”
The voice was not very pleasant to listen to, perhaps because of the coughing mixed with blood.
Due to an unexpected shock, she lost the mimicry of ‘Julius Tapnel’ and was in her usual state, borrowing the face of a princess who was the lover of Saint Erman.
I can’t believe I don’t have any face.
It’s so pitiful.
Cecil narrowed her eyebrows as she looked at the faceless angel who had still borrowed the appearance of someone else even after the mimicry was removed.
“Are you manly? I? No way.”
Although it is far from manly, he whispers softly in a very pure voice.
Cecil shows a slight disdain.
Her appearance always had the appearance of a noble and noble woman like me.
The sword that pierced my delicate body had disappeared before I knew it, and my blood-soaked blouse had taken on a clean, pure white color as if it had never been there before.
It was as if the very ‘thing’ that had happened to him had been erased with an eraser.
“…… Under.”
You are so thorough.
On the subject of a monster just like me. Pretending to be noble is enough to tell you to go away.
Perhaps Julius would see his hideous appearance somewhere, so he hastily erased the fact that he was injured.
Looking at her like that, her Arn Hill shook her head.
You can’t believe you’re only using the magic of divine power to improve your appearance. She must have been a truly extravagant woman.
“No. I made a mistake. That’s not manly. “It’s just crazy.”
Unfortunately, I can’t be a wise mother and good wife.
…… Flaw.
I felt the cold sweat running down her cheek and gave strength to her right hand.
A monstrous creature that is the opposite of the holy sword Nerondir. An ominous dark red color emanated from the emperor’s scepter.
“…… Phew.”
I guess I can live a little now.
Just like Cecil, Arn Hill, who used her magic to erase the blade that had sliced through her five organs and six parts, slowly corrected her posture.
A piece of cold composure was suddenly hanging on her lips.
Only Arnhill himself knew whether it was bravado or true leisure.
“What kind of woman in her right mind would suddenly brandish a knife in front of the man she loves? “Use my body as a curse doll and curse Jeongin?”
Arnhill spoke in his characteristically obnoxious tone.
Cecile, who was smoothing her slightly tangled hair, glanced at her.
“Wrong. “I’m not just some crazy b*tch.”
She has a listless expression and opens her mouth in an indifferent tone.
“She’s such a crazy b*tch.”
“… ….”
As always, the words that came out of Cecile’s mouth far exceeded the criminal’s imagination.
She might have laughed a little at that absurd answer.
Instead of smiling, Arnhill bit her lip tightly.
“My mimicry… ….”
This is because I sensed the hidden meaning behind Cecil’s absurd answer that she was quite crazy.
“You saw it through. “And as soon as he saw me.”
What the hell.
…… How?
When she was viciously attacked by Cecil, Arnhil thought that the reason she was attacked was because of the mania she had.
She thought that she had smelled the faint feminine scent emanating from her body and was acting out her infidelity or something.
However, Cecil was not swayed by mania and attacked himself, who had imitated Julius.
He did it because he knew from the beginning.
Mimicry that should normally never be detected was discovered.
Without using any tricks. Don’t rely on luck. Even worse, without even having a conversation.
Just.
The moment I saw Arnhill mimicking Julius, I recognized it.
Again, again, again.
You accomplish the impossible without any hesitation. You damn b*tch.
The fair princess’s eyebrows were distorted in an awkward way.
“…… How did you know right away? “The mimicry was definitely perfect.”
“Because I could see right away that it was fake.”
“… ….”
“Even if it deceives human senses. Don’t fool the devil’s intuition. “You can’t fool my heart.”
If my love had been so deceived by someone like you, I wouldn’t have treasured it this much.
With a wry smile, Cecile suddenly lifted her chin.
Hmm. But she couldn’t hide the fact that the tip of her nose was twitching. He seemed quite proud of the fact that he could see through her mimicry at a glance.
“… ….”
Unlucky.
Spitting out the blood that had accumulated in her mouth, Arn Hill narrowed her eyes.
At this point, we can’t use the tactic of using mimicry to distract people like we did with Julius.
It wasn’t a tactic I had high expectations for, but the fact that one usable card is gone is not very good.
‘Well, if you have to, you can use your powers… ….’
Of course, if you use your power, “Predestined Harmony,” You will easily win.
Well… ….
For some reason, I thought that things would not be resolved that easily.
“Well, actually. “I don’t really want to fight with her sister.”
And usually, such ‘intuition’ is an important signal that should never be ignored in the fight between demons.
Slowly, she raises her hand towards the damn demon in front of her.
“What…… Although she did, of course, fight with her sister’s husband. It was just self-defense. You know it well, right? “You too, how reckless this man named Julius Tapnel is.”
He shows a docile expression and jokes like a mountain lion.
“… ….”
“Suddenly, he threw me down and grabbed me by the neck. “How can you stay still?”
“…… !”
“I’m not used to being touched by an aggressive man. Well, it wasn’t bad.”
“…… !!”
Of course, he did not forget to say something that would stimulate the heart of the woman named Cecil.
The corners of Cecil’s eyes fluttered at Arnhill’s highly provocative words. Her clenched lip burst and her blood flowed out.
“…… Under.”
Yes, that’s right.
On the topic of chess horses. Why are you so relaxed in front of me?
Arnhill continued her words with a satisfied smile on Cecil’s extremely satisfied reaction.
“Well, that’s how it happened, sister. Even though I almost killed her sister’s handsome husband by mistake, it wasn’t on purpose. Surely you’re not going to grab her lovely sister’s hair and fight her just because she made one mistake?”
Once again, she reveals that she has no intention of fighting with Cecil.
Isn’t that a lie?
No? Are you serious?
Arn Hill truly had no intention of fighting with Cecil.
No, to be precise. She originally intended to fight, but changed her mind.
She came up with a really cool [Story] While coming here.
Arnhill giggled, covering the corners of her slightly twisted mouth.
“…… I always say this, but why are you my sister? “Someone is older than me.”
It’s disgusting.
Now, Cecile too had noticeably lost her composure.
The chess-like conversation between the devil and the devil—ironically, of course, neither of them were born devils—eroded the spirit of both.
Arnhill and Cecil too.
I narrowed my eyes as anxiety invaded my mind.
“So, what do you mean? “Why don’t we make a truce?”
The reason is unknown.
However, Arnhill was the first to shake off the anxiety that was creeping in at every moment.
Turning the scepter that gave off a soft red light, Arnhil smiled faintly.
“Traffic?”
Cecil tilted her head at that unexpected suggestion.
“Now what? “You ruined my date, which was supposed to be perfect?”
The dark, almost muted wall flashes, and I glance at Arnhil wearing the princess’ mask.
To gauge the intentions of this snarky snake-like woman. Trying to figure out how she can hit her head in one fell swoop.
“If time continues to pass like this. “In the end, you are the one who loses.”
Of course, there are no gaps.
Arnhill, who has killed countless heroes so far, is a formidable opponent even if you take away her own power.
“…… “If you believe in that small power, then—.”
Cecil opened her mouth, showing signs of unleashing her magical energy at any moment.
However, before she could finish her sentence, Arn Hill cut her off and clapped her hands.
Party.
“Oh, well, there is that too. Even if that’s not the case, I have quite a bit of insurance.”
Is it just before dawn?
Arn Hill smiled brightly as she pointed to the sky, which was beginning to take on the clear blue color typical of mornings.
“No matter how much her older sister became stronger thanks to the power of Julius Tapnel. In the end, it’s of no use if the stage itself is destroyed.”
Bloody enemy──
An ominous noise rang out from the direction Arnhill’s finger pointed.
An eerie noise, as if a glass window is breaking.
Cecil shook off the goosebumps running down her back and glared at Arnhil.
“You know what? The sky created by God. When that damn blue sky breaks, there’s a void. A primordial sea made up of demonic energy, where all demons were born. “If the sky breaks, the primordial sea will sweep away the entire world.”
“… ….”
“Sister. No matter how much Julius Tapnel is a born demon hunter. In the end, he too is just a human being. And humans? He can never survive in the void. “As you well know.”
Humans are beings who belong to the ‘world’ created by the Lord. And the ’empty’, the home of demons, rejects the very existence of humans.
In short, humans cannot continue their lives in emptiness.
Even if it were Julius Tapnel, the strongest man in the world.
There are no exceptions.
“But me too. I guess it’s because I’ve grown older. “I don’t want to make things this big.”
“… ….”
“That’s right. “Let’s end it here.”
Our bad relationship.
Arnhil said, brushing away his hair that was blowing in the wind that blew from somewhere.
“…… “I guess not.”
This. Cecile’s mouth slowly opened as she heard the devil’s flawless whisper.
Woong── At first glance, there seemed to be small ripples in the shadow at her feet.
“Of course. Is there anything free among devils? “If you give something, of course there must be something coming.”
Arn Hill nodded, realizing that the brilliant plan he had come up with on the spot had come to fruition. No matter how much she thought about it, it seemed like this would be more fun than the original plan.
Planning always has to be spontaneous.
“…… What.”
“Ha.”
“What do you want?”
hahahaha.
The answer you wanted. The look you wanted.
The moment I wanted has arrived.
Now all that’s left is.
“I am. She is a woman without greed. So, I’ll just take one from her sister. Oh, don’t worry. “I won’t say such nonsense as asking for her sister’s husband.”
Just asking for the ‘thing’ you want.
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“Just one thing.”
“… ….”
“Sister’s.”
Just hand over her body.
“… ….”
The ‘body’ of the dead Cecil Lionelta.
I don’t want anything other than that.
He smiled brightly, as if he remembered an interesting story.
Arnhill slowly heads towards Cecil──
──He held out his hand.