27 – Water City Aran (5) (Part 2)
Inside a dark cave.
A woman with brown hair gently stood up from a coffin that was lying there and emitting bluish light.
Spectacular cloudy eyes.
‘The Emperor’s Nightmare’ looked around the cave dripping with water droplets with blue eyes that had lost the clear and pure aura of her lifetime, and smiled slightly.
“The future I longed for has finally arrived.”
Nightmare felt very good after escaping from the void and becoming one with Cecil Lionelta.
An interesting premonition she saw a long time ago when she first opened her eyes.
It would be truly pleasant to live as the wife of the strongest man, surpassing even Tapnel, the master of power.
The devil, who was moving the beautiful, plump body from the time when she seduced her husband, rather than the frail body that was on the verge of death, carefully got up and checked again the plan she had thought about a long time ago.
Memories taught by Cecil’s body.
Heresy Inquisitor Julius Tapnel was truly a man of skill.
“With this body and Cecil’s spirit, winning the bet would be easy. In that case, it would be better to set a big goal for a fun game.”
The scene where a faithful servant of God whispers love to a devil is probably the greatest mockery that can be given to an arrogant god in heaven.
The top of Ma, who was imagining himself as Tapnell’s representative who was immersed in himself and ‘happy’, lightly snapped his fingers.
-Just right
Beyond the crack in the air, what you see is a small, unremarkable mansion.
Inside there, there must be a poor man who has lost his wife and is struggling with her grief.
“I will grant your wish, poor child of Rom.”
You are my one and only husband.
Exuding an evil and ominous atmosphere, the devil took a step forward, giggling continuously with his small mouth.
Quite chilly weather.
The ‘evil’ devil, who had a perfect plan, walked down the path with a light dance-like gait to throw God’s servant into the abyss.
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“Oh, this isn’t it. If things go according to the original plan, Julius will be so infatuated with me that he won’t be able to come to his senses…”
With memories of the devil. No, the demon with Cecil’s memories muttered, covering his red face with his hand.
As Cecile, I would have played with Julius in the palm of my hand, but unfortunately, she was now the ‘king’s nightmare’, and when I saw her bed, I was so scared by the memories of that day that I remembered and ran away.
-Go back quickly. Cecil Lionelta can have a second child.
“… I keep hearing strange noises in my head, it’s crazy.”
Instantly, an intense blue energy emanated from the cloudy black eyes,
The devil, who had forcibly suppressed his desire to return to Cecil, moved on with his brisk steps.
“My ultimate goal, both as Cecil and as a devil, is to be loved by him. “We have to keep it like this for a while.”
-Second.
“Oh, really! It’s noisy. “What kind of obscene desire is this?”
I have a nightmare where I feel like I am losing my mind due to the constant sound of my own voice in my head. A strange scene appears before my eyes.
A large white horse fooling around in front of pretty women… White horse?
Nightmare’s mouth fell open as he saw Francis, who seemed to have grown his broken horn, majestically raising his head and dancing while standing on his own two feet.
“… Are all divine beasts these days like that?”
-Second, second.
It seems like Cecil within me agrees.
At some point, the unicorn and the devil’s eyes, who were dancing so hard in front of the village girls, collided with each other.
“… ….”
-Fu, heeing.
Francis slowly lowered his raised front paw and raised his head stiffly, trying to exalt the majesty of heaven.
Not a single word escaped the mouth of the devil who was looking at such a perverted god.
“… The world is coming to an end.”
Let’s pretend we didn’t see it.
Pretending to be strangers, Nightmare turned his head to the side and started walking down the street again.
The unicorn, who was watching from the corner of his eye, gathered the village girls again and danced, and the next day, in Aran, a rumor that even a child could not believe grew that a legendary beast danced on the streets.
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.
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“Where did this guy Francis go again?”
Emily, a priestess with glossy silver hair tied back roughly and charming purple eyes, looked around her head to look for the divine beast I was raising.
I don’t usually take him with me because he is a guy who gets obsessed with the village girls if you give him a second glance, but in the current situation where Julius’s wife is having trouble, he should be a reliable ally.
“Isn’t this guy useless when it’s important?”
Emily, who had given up looking for Francis who had disappeared while grumbling, looked at the alley in front of her.
An empty Aran branch. The place we arrived at after inquiring about the whereabouts of the missing priests was this shabby, smelly alley.
“Wasn’t Aran a safe city with no heretics or delinquents? Just looking at this place, the quality doesn’t look good.”
Why did the priests come to a place like this?
I think back to when I stopped and asked passers-by.
-Priests? Oh, by the way, I see you often go to the back alleys of the market these days.
-I went to visit the child at night because he was sick, but no one was there. Later in the morning, I went to visit and found that there was a meeting taking place at night.
-I don’t know where you’re going… Ah! Now that I think about it, I find it strange that they don’t make holy water these days.
Emily frowned as she fiddled with her purse, which had become light from giving away a few pennies to her reluctant merchants.
I don’t feel good.
Taking a deep breath, the priestess began to walk carefully, step by step, down her dark alley.
The alley looked quite neat, with gray painted bricks piled up, but something black and slimy was constantly flowing in between the cracks.
Without any fear, Emily touches the fluid flowing from the walls and floor with her hand.
I brought it close to her nose and smelled her, and a light fishy smell came out.
“Um, what is this?”
Is this an ingredient I don’t know about?
Muttering uncharacteristic words to myself, I move deeper and deeper, and eventually find myself at the end of a dark alley where not even the street lights come in.
The priestess frowned as she looked at the pure white ‘something’ hanging under her feet.
“… Well, this is my first time in a situation like this.”
She slowly bent down and lifted off her pure white priest’s robes, and what she saw was something that looked like a tree branch.
No, it was a human corpse.
The back alleys of Aran.
Countless corpses lying at a dead end street.
Emily whetted her appetite as she looked at the priests, who looked like dried, twisted old trees, as if their blood had been stolen from them.
“I just followed you on a tour, but I got caught up in something strange?”
Now that I’m old, I don’t want to do this.
Emily looked at the priest’s uniform one by one and checked her pulse, just in case.
A small voice is heard in her ear.
“… Buy… Save….”
“Is anyone alive?”
Emily, who was startled by the sudden sound of her voice while looking at her body and almost fell backwards, hurriedly ran in the direction where she heard the voice.
A priest leaning gently against the wall at the end of an alley.
Judging by her small and slender body, she appeared to be a priestess.
“Can you hear me? It’s okay. My name is Emily Lydina. “I will treat you now.”
Even as she hurried away, pretending to be out of her mind, her eyes stared intently at the fallen priestess.
Alleyway, wiped out priests, dead end, only survivor.
As she draws on her divine power for healing, something flows into her sense of smell, which has become stronger.
She clenched her fists, feeling the faint scent of blood coming from the lips of the priest in front of her.
It is too late.
“You’re quicker than I thought. Are you really a priest?”
Suddenly, a silver-shining sword protruded from the arms of the helpless priestess.
Her hand movements were so fast that she couldn’t even react.
-Kwasik
“…Cough.”
The beautiful eyes slowly lower and look at my chest.
The heart is lured by the strange, crooked sword.
I didn’t feel any pain, and fishy blood started to run down my neck.
“…Rom….”
Emily forcefully swallows the blood that continues to rise, then draws up her divine power and throws flames at the devil.
However, the demon dressed in her pure white priestly attire dodged her sacred flame as if she were a jester and playfully threw the sword imbued with magic energy at her in her own hand.
-Kwasik
The magic sword is stabbed again into the left chest where the heart was pierced. And soon, a mysterious energy spreads out from the ugly, crooked body of the sword, and before it penetrates Emily’s chest, it completely tears it apart.
Then, as if her strength had run out, the pure white flame began to fade from the hands of the woman with silver hair.
A priestess looking at Emily, who was slowly dying.
No, the devil opens his black eyes and chuckles, mocking the priest.
“hehehehe, I killed it again! “I killed you again!”
I heard that stabbing stupid priests is the most fun.
The pure white priest’s uniform is pulled down, and a girl with an ugly appearance, with black veins sticking out here and there, laughs like crazy, her mouth splitting open.
Emily slowly fell to the floor, barely able to look at her like that.
Cold stone floors, fishy-smelling fluid flowing from all over the alleys.
I thought I knew now.
This black essence is not trash, but the body of a devil.
This entire alley was the devil’s maw.
‘Priest Emily, you are a priest after all, so keep in mind that fighting like an Inquisitor is not very good for your health.’
He can hear the voice of Brukin, who had once seen him fighting and had given him advice in passing.
Feeling the creepy touch of the devil trying to crawl into her body, Emily let out her last breath.
The torn heart seemed to no longer be beating.