37 – Proof of Love
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“Well, that’s… Lana Hill.”
The sky above the sky.
Jifnel, who was looking down at the underworld from the heavenly temple called the space of the heavenly world, was clutching the back of her stiff neck and swallowing sleep as she looked at the Taishan serpent that had appeared and swallowed the entire northwestern outskirts of Aran.
“What? Speaking of Lana Hill, has that damned snake finally revealed its true colors!”
An angel running towards me while making foolish noises.
Looking at the same brilliant blonde hair as Julius, it appears to be Tapnel, the so-called angel of faith.
“… Sister, where are you doing and what are you doing now that you’re showing up in an emergency like this?”
“I am on my way to ask my father to give me an order to march.”
Taphnel puts his hand on my chest with a firm look and speaks in a sonorous voice.
The angel of mercy, who was looking at her from a distance, shook her head with a pitiful expression and pointed behind her.
“The Altar of Advent looks like that. Can I go down if I get permission from my father?”
When she turned her head and looked there, the sight she saw was the gorgeous dance moves of a gray-haired angel.
No, when I looked closely, I saw that I was holding the broken jar pieces in my hands and putting them together.
“Cryle! “My love is in danger, I need to fix this quickly!”
“You stupid b*tch! “It means that Aran is in crisis right now, not Krail!”
Rainel, even spitting, eagerly holds up a piece of the jar and calls out the name of his believer.
Jifnel, who closed his eyes as usual at the sight he wanted to ignore, began to use his powers again and look down at the underworld.
“So, what is happening on earth right now?”
“Lionel Targa stuck to Erman’s side and seduced her older sister’s representative, Julius, but was caught by the ‘Emperor’s Nightmare’, or Nirhil, and that’s why all the trouble is going on now.”
“… I never would have thought that Lionelta felt love for my representative.”
So does this mean that this is a political drama?
Taphnel is drenched in cold sweat and muttering nonsense.
Jifnel, who was embarrassed by her older sister, did not respond to those words.
“So, what do you mean that Lana Hill appeared? “I heard it took on a human body?”
“It is not the real Taishan serpent, but Ranahil, who lives in the dream world created by Nirhil. “Nightmare was very determined and did this.”
“… Julius, that child may be dangerous. After all, I have to go down.”
When she nodded her head in a serious tone, the Angel of Charity could not stand her words and ended up answering.
“… Sister, honestly, Julius, that kid is stronger than her sister. Who cares about whom? “I think it’s a little funny.”
“… ….”
Taphnell became dumbfounded by the bitter truth his younger brother spoke.
“Reynelle! “Hurry up and fix the Altar of Advent, I have to go out myself.”
“…? Not me, but my sister? Why? No! “I’m coming down!”
“This is real! If you go down, it won’t solve the situation; it will create another situation! “Stop talking nonsense and fix it quickly!”
Jeep Nel is angry to the core due to stress.
The woman, with tears streaming down her face, glanced at her older sister for a moment, then smeared her saliva with her mouth and resumed the work of assembling her altar.
“Ha… What kind of love is this that makes something like this happen? Anyway, the biggest problem in the human world is love.”
No, an angel of love shouldn’t say something like that.
As she looked at Zifnell looking down at her lower world with her brows furrowed as if she was dying of annoyance, Tafnel could only mutter softly with her dumbfounded expression.
What happened the day before the advent of Zipnel, the angel of charity and love.
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Pitch-black darkness.
No, because there is no other way to express it, it is a strange and grotesque space that can only be described as black.
In the middle of a barren land where not a single blade of grass grew, a cabin that looked quite familiar stood alone.
It seems like someone is living here, as black smoke rises from the chimney in the roof and signs of presence can be felt through the cracks in the door.
Passing through the door of the small black cabin,
I snoop around the empty living room and take a peek through the visible door.
Cute space.
However, it was a room that made me feel bad.
The crib that the mother made for her baby is empty and chilly, and the window to view the beautiful scenery is blocked by something dark and wriggling.
What makes this chilly space even colder is the small fireplace placed in the corner.
You can see the flames burning firewood brilliantly, but instead of warmth, only a cold wind blows there.
The nameless black bird, a servant of Nightmare, turned its head towards its master, feeling instinctive fear at the sight that met its eyes.
What catches the eye of this insignificant creature is a man sitting on a bed and a slender woman.
She was just smiling brightly as she bandaged the hand of the man in front of her, wondering what was so enjoyable about this woman.
He is the creator of himself, but he is truly creepy.
The devil’s familiar, who could barely resist the urge to fly away somewhere, was a beautiful woman.
She flew over Cecil Lionelta’s head and told her what I had seen and heard.
Cecile listened to what her familiar had seen and heard without changing her expression. Without even looking at the small creature, she cast a swamp-like sticky shadow at her feet and swallowed the black bird whole.
A dark swamp that swallows small bodies.
Sucked into endless nothingness, the flying beast that no one cared about uttered its last words.
-Caw.
It was just one word, but it seemed to tell the truth about life that Mi-mul had learned in his short life.
After all, women are scary beings.
.
.
.
“It hurt a lot, right? “I’m sorry, if you hurt, I hurt too.”
A woman with a gentle smile carefully wrapping a black bandage around her man’s right hand.
Cecil Lionelta looked at her husband’s hand, which had been injured by her own mistake, and in her soft voice made her apology calmly.
A peaceful look, as if what happened earlier was just a dream.
The Inquisitor, who was just staring at the figure from afar, raised her head and looked around at this bizarre space she was in.
It looks exactly like the hut in the dream garden that Cecil proudly showed us when she was in Kente Village, but for some reason, instead of the warm warmth it had back then, there was only a cold and unpleasant atmosphere.
Feeling his throat burning, Julius tried to think of a way to resolve the current situation.
Escape by force was an extremely reasonable and quickest option, but it was not possible.
Because,
Because the woman in front of her was hurt because of her.
The image of a woman shedding bloody tears and holding on to herself passes before her eyes.
In the end, Julius, who had opened his mouth to say something, was unable to say anything and closed his mouth again.
-Schuk
A quiet space where only the sound of bandaging is heard.
Time passed like that, and the devil finally tied the bandage and placed his lips on the priest’s hand without saying a word.
– Side
A shy sound like when kissing.
A faint blush appeared on her white cheeks, and the poor woman broke her silence and opened her mouth to her man.
“… Thank you. “For not abandoning me.”
“… ….”
“That’s right. I tricked you. “I knew about Erman’s plan, but I didn’t tell you.”
No answer came back.
Cecil raised her head and gently took in the man’s image in her blue eyes mixed with thick black energy.
Oh, you feel sorry for me now.
You’re cute.
The corner of the devil’s mouth twitched, and as he touched the man’s right hand in his hand, the devil continued his words again in a low voice.
“I asked Priest Emily to interfere with the plan, saying you are dangerous, so that if time goes back, the person you are now will disappear.”
That is absolutely unacceptable.
Because no one can take you out of my hands.
“… What will happen if Erman’s plan continues like this?”
“The truth of the world permitted by God Rom. Time only moves forward. “That obvious truth will be distorted and the world’s time will go back.”
“… ….”
“It’s okay. It’s natural for you to be shaken when you hear this. Because a man named Julius Tapnel deserves to be rewarded. Yes, you deserve it.”
“… No, I was blinded for a moment and made a hasty decision. “It was my mistake.”
A blond-haired kid running toward him with a bright smile and calling himself dad.
Julius thought of Layla and roughly rubbed his face.
You idiot.
You’re such a fool that you don’t even care about my daughter.
I took a moment to criticize myself for the rare mistake I made.
He lifted her head and looked at the woman sitting in front of him.
A gentle smile on the lips.
The eyes that were shedding bloody tears just now are sparkling brightly as if they had never been like that before.
No, it would be absurd to say that it is sparkling, as the cloudy atmosphere has become even darker.
“It’s a mistake. Your choice was an extremely reasonable one. “Being able to start all over again is a truly attractive proposition.”
“… As a father with a daughter, I can’t believe I would participate in something that could lead to Leila’s disappearance. “It’s embarrassing to even call him father now.”
Julius shows a gloomy look with a self-mocking smile.
The devil’s smile becomes even deeper as he looks at this.
“It’s okay. Even if time goes back, Layla will never disappear.”
“… What does that mean?”
“Leila Tapnell. “The child born to the strongest inquisitor, Julius Tapnel, and the saint’s daughter, Cecil Lionelta, is blessed by heaven.”
The angel of faith gifted the child with a flame that set fire to all things.
The Angel of Punishment gave the child his own guillotine that would freeze the flow of time,
The Angel of Mercy imbued the child with powerful divine power that allowed him to show mercy even against legions.
“Finally, Lionel Tar, the Angel of Death, breathed his own breath into her and gave her immortality, so the child was destined to become a saint who would live down in her history.”
Cecil tells me her daughter’s secret in a languid voice, as if telling an interesting story to a young child.
Julius could not hide his confusion when he heard those words.
“… One being can contain only one angelic power. “There is no way something like that could happen.”
“Well, why was that possible? I don’t even know that. Because even the child who received the blessing does not know that he or she is such a being. But Rayra inherited her powers from four angels before she was even born, and even if the world’s time goes back, that existence will never disappear.”
So you don’t have to give up Erman’s plan because of Layla.
Cecil is constantly adjusting her bandages with a bitter smile.
Julius, who was looking at the woman who was shaking as if she would break if he touched her, gently held her in his arms and stroked her hair.
“… Even if Layla is safe, I will not accept Erman’s plan.”
I thought I could do it, but I was a weaker person than I thought.
Julius swallowed his words and felt the scent of the woman in his arms, and she just hugged him tightly.
Time passes slowly like that, the sweet scent of milk passes his nose, and his pounding heart subsides.
The devil whispered softly.
“… Why? “Are you saying that when you want to go see the real Cecil, not me?”
An eerily emotionless voice is heard calmly.
Julius slowly lowered his head and looked down at his wife, and his eyes met hers.
I realized it.
She is not better. She festered and she was forced to hide what had rotted away.
Squishy desire.
The desire to make that man mine and the burning anger at the sense of betrayal that he had tried to abandon me.
Julius could only stare at her from afar, forgetting to even breathe, as her love, which was close to hatred, swirled in her blue eyes that were like the quiet sea.
“I just chose it because I had no choice. She only chose me because she couldn’t bear to let go of the hand holding you with the face of her beloved Cecil. “Even now, you’re not looking at me, just thinking about your past wife and holding me.”
You don’t love me. You love the old Cecil Lionelta.
“… ….”
“They speak of eternal love, but in reality, they refuse to acknowledge that I have become tainted by mixing with the devil. Are you still thinking about it? ‘After all, this woman is not the woman I loved.'”
The woman possessed by the devil begins to entangle her husband by twisting the corners of her mouth, as if it were a snake strangling her neck.
Before she knew it, the sweet scent of milk that had passed her nose had changed into the strong scent of roses.
In the desolate land outside the cabin, black roses are devouring each other, repeatedly blooming and withering, and the devil screams in the dark void, the exact opposite of the beautiful flower garden.
“Every time I look at that b*tch’s face reflected in your eyes, my heart hurts, it hurts! “It’s so bitter and cold, I feel like my heart will fall out!”
“… Calm down. “I love you now too.”
“Love? Yes, I love you.”
The devil, who was trying to strangle the interrogator, stops when he hears the word love.
After muttering the words “Her love” For a moment, she buried her face in Julius’s neck and spoke calmly, as if she had come up with something good.
Something he could never do.
“Now I won’t believe anything you say. “I don’t want to hear any whispers of your love for Cecil from the past.”
“… ….”
“You want to say no? “You’re cute, then prove it with actions instead of words.”
Cecil slowly strengthened her hand and gently pushed his chest.
Julius is lying down on a bed painted black.
The devil sits on top of the Heretic Questioner who has fallen on the bed, caresses his chest and whispers softly.
“Hold me here. “Then I will believe you.”
“… That can’t be done.”
“hehehehe, I knew that would happen. Yes, it would be too harsh to ask you to hug me.”
As if he knew that, the devil slowly bent down with a bright smile and placed his cherry-red lips in his ear and whispered again.
He didn’t say the same thing as before.
No, even more so than before, he said things he couldn’t do.
“Then, I want you to give me proof of your love.”
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“… Proof of love?”
Julius looked into her eyes as if he didn’t know what she was talking about.
Cecil stroked him as if she loved him and then gently touched his neck.
“If you really love me, give me your necklace.”
It was mine originally, so you don’t mind giving it to me again, right?
A silver necklace imbued with cold air.
Looking at the gift of the past, which was the only source of life for the interrogator, the devil covets it with his bewitching eyes.
A forgotten void swallowed by a giant serpent.
In our own world where no one comes to visit us
An ordeal is approaching that will torment the poor man.
“If you give it to me, I will trust you. “The eternal love offered by a man named Julius Tapnel is for me, and I am willing to be deceived.”
Can you really do it?
No, you can’t, because Julius Tapnel is that kind of man.
So, you live here with me.
In a paradise that will never be broken.
Forever.