45 – Memories of you and me
Sagrakrak──Sagrarak──.
An unpleasant noise that irritates the nerves heard in the ear.
The sound of something crunching, resounding as if stepping on fallen leaves in autumn.
The hot flame energy felt throughout my body begins to prick my head.
Jifnel, the angel of mercy and love who was struck by Julius’s spear.
She forced her eyes to open and slowly raised her heavy body.
The final moment.
The sight reflected in her eyes, which barely prevented the body from being destroyed by moving the heart of the incarnated body to the right, was the image of Telmere silently walking in front of her with her upright face.
No, a corrupt Heretic Questioner. This was the firm belief of a man named Julius Tapnel.
“… I don’t know anymore, I guess it’s really impossible to upset the predestined harmony.”
I was definitely confident at first.
A prophecy about himself that he would be defeated by Heresy Inquisitor Julius Tapnel.
He even gave a revelation to Renelle, a sword master dressed in a shabby outfit in case he lost, but he thought that if he fought while holding the holy sword, he would be able to twist his foresight.
“Could you have done it, Telmere? “Is it because I’m not good enough?”
An angel who shrinks his whole body and buries his head in my arms like a child.
Jifnel recalled the bald-headed saint who had arrogantly lectured him long ago.
“If we had abandoned humans and become heavenly beings, we could have been together now. “Because you’re not there, nothing can be resolved.”
Sniff-
A being on earth who thought that his only friend was an angel of kindness and love who treated both humans and demons equally as insignificant things.
Saint Telmere.
When I look at Julius, who resembles his strong eyes and is equally infatuated with a woman and behaves foolishly, I really miss my close friend whom I haven’t seen in a long time.
WAUGJAK── WAUGJAK──.
“Please, teach me, Telmere. Did I do something wrong? “Was it wrong to try to punish those who would throw the world into chaos over nothing more than love?”
Is love really that valuable? I still don’t know.
When he was young, a man with hair that looked like it was made of melted gold was cut short, and he always cared for the sick and prayed for heretics who were punished.
He, who had laughed at her foolishness all her life, no longer taught her the answers, unlike in her distant past.
Kkeok──.
“Without you, I feel like I’m lost in a labyrinth… But I heard this strange sound from earlier.”
An annoying noise that continues to be heard.
Jifnel, who slowly turned his head in the direction from which the sound was heard, made eye contact with the pure white spirit.
── Gulp.
When the archangel’s eyes met, the neck of the divine beast, which had become as hard as ice, wriggled once, and the angel of lovingkindness momentarily forgot what to say at the unbelievable sight before his eyes.
“…My feather.”
Her wings she has always proudly maintained.
However, when she was hit squarely by Julius Tapnell’s light spear and her entire body was burned, her wings, which she was proud of, were fried to a crisp.
Unable to resist the mouth-watering sight filled with delicious smells, Francis plucked out handfuls of her feathers that were not as bright as usual and ate them.
── Hi.
The unicorn slowly backed away and lowered her head as if nothing had happened.
After being momentarily dazed by the extremely embarrassing situation, she slowly regained her senses.
As Francis looked at the angel’s eyebrows that began to distort in a vicious way, her words suddenly passed through his mind.
‘Oh, I had an accident.’
The immortal priest, Emily’s habit of speaking, resonated in the Shinsu’s head, and the perverted Shinsu, sensing an unusual energy, ran with all his might and began to get away from the angel.
“… Dare, dare, dare! How dare you pluck out my precious feathers and eat them? “Today, I will cut off your head, boil it, and eat it!!!”
Her wings, whose feathers, which she had always carefully trimmed before going to sleep, were plucked out in a bad way, were trembling, and as she tried to chase after the damned divine beast by forcibly strengthening her weakened legs, an even more annoying voice came from behind her. I heard it.
“… Ugh.”
Phew? Pooh wow?
Who would dare to commit disrespect towards the great pillar of heaven?
Jifnel, who was angrier than when she fought Julius, turned her head roughly, and her eyes locked with the silver-haired priestess who was giggling and kneeling with her hands raised as if she were a child being punished- We ran into each other.
A strange situation that feels like déjà vu.
Feeling the same feeling as before, Zipnell grabbed the back of her neck as she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck and scolded Emily who was acting like a clown.
“… What are you doing there again?”
“Ah… Well, that. “I don’t think an angel would be embarrassed because of my son, so for now, as a mother, I am asking for forgiveness on his behalf.”
I ask for forgiveness.
Even though she was saying that, she couldn’t hold back her laughter and kept giggling.
Why are you smiling so unpleasantly?
Jeep Nel, a woman with the appearance of a whole fried chicken until golden brown, tried to say something to the non-believer in front of her, but simply closed her mouth.
Anyway, that woman is her father’s favorite.
There is no one in the world who can kill that tiny creature.
The angel, who had no strength left to fight against the infinitely resurrected insect-like creatures, and whose mission to save the world had faded, flopped down in his seat.
Shashak──.
The serpent of nightmares has now been completely shattered.
After briefly feeling the warmth of the sun shining clear on the land of her emptiness, she turned her head and looked around at the scenery around her.
Julius and Cecil were nowhere to be seen, and all he could see was his representative, Thalia, crying bitterly with her head on the ground in the fallen position.
“Ha, the situation is really messed up.”
The angel frowned as if he had a headache and touched his lips a few times for a moment before seeing the Taisan serpent secretly watching them from afar. He shouted loudly at Liliana.
“Stop making annoying noises and get the hell out of there!”
Hey, hey!
The beautiful woman, who flinched at her angel’s shout and let out a strange moan, hurriedly grabbed her skirt and started running towards her lord’s castle.
Yes, that is also one of the 24 demons, so you must catch it and kill it quickly…
‘Well, I’ve had a meeting! ‘I’m having your child!’
As I was looking down at the earth from heaven, I remembered a scene I had casually seen in passing.
“… Ha, I feel dirty. “It’s hard to live as an angel.”
Should I take care of her until the baby is born?
If it were Telmere, it would definitely have been like that.
I’m going to get rid of the devil and I need to get some rest first.
Thinking like that, Jeep Nel flopped back from his seat and laid down, looking up at the wide, cold blue sky and sighing softly.
“Telmere, you rotten bastard. So why die? “A fool who risks his life for things like love.”
With those words, she slowly closed her eyes.
The energy of clear water can be felt lightly in the wind.
Breathing in the cold air that makes you feel good, the angel who left her body on the cold earth opens her mouth and hums softly, recalling the past.
‘Jifnel, you will definitely become a good angel.’
Lalala──.
‘Would you mind hanging out with this insignificant creature for a moment?’
Lala─.
‘… Please, please embrace them with kindness. ‘My dear friend.’
… ──.
A fact that she desperately looked away from.
A small stone stuck in her heart, which she always turned her head away from with the excuse of not knowing love.
“… Did I… Like you?”
Wow!
The sound of a little girl crying echoes in her ears.
It was annoying until just now, but for some reason, it doesn’t bother me at all now.
“…… Sniff.”
Jifnel, the angel of charity and love.
A cruel angel who always crushes the skulls of heretics like an iron man and says with his own mouth that he does not know love.
Even for her, there would sometimes come days when she wanted to cry.
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***
Go back a moment to the past, a woman crazy in love. Let’s take a look at Cecil Lionelta.
Her brown hair, which she had always carefully maintained to look pretty to her husband, was tangled and tangled. Her cheap skirt is torn at the side, exposing her legs, and the shoe on one of her small feet is nowhere to be seen.
A delicate woman who offered her heart and begged for her love. The heretic inquisitor’s wife looked at the blonde-haired man hurriedly running toward her, then snapped her fingers and used magic without anyone noticing.
── Tak.
A light sound reverberates from her body, as if something is clicking together, and before she knows it, she is a hateful and inconsiderate b*tch. She returned to her stately self before fighting Thalia and pretended to faint as she lay on the ground.
It’s important from now on. He will definitely come running towards me.
She tried to erase the illusion of Julius abandoning her and running to Thalia, and began to pretend as if she was dying after a fierce battle.
The cowardice of a woman who did not take a breath while confronting the representative of her charity and love.
Another self that resides inside Cecil. Her archdemon, Nirhil, sticks out her tongue and spits out words at her as if she is ridiculous.
-You really… No. Don’t say anything. This is another country. I feel like crying.
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‘It’s noisy. I don’t want to seem like a rough woman to Julius.’
Has she completely forgotten the fact that she has already shown enough of her rough and wild side?
Her womanly mind seemed truly complicated.
She lay down on the ground holding her breath and pretended to be dead for a while.
As she felt the warmth of her man holding her delicate body in his arms, she twitched the corner of her mouth and desperately tried to burst out laughing. I held back.
I won. You won!
As expected, Julius only loves me.
No other woman can ever melt his heart.
My own prince on a white horse.
Only I can ride on his white horse.
From afar, he sees a girl with black hair running towards him, desperately clutching her sick body.
A cries from an old-fashioned priest telling us not to fall for the hateful words of the devil.
Has it reached her earnest heart? He, who was holding her shoulder and calling her wife’s name in a sweet voice, turned his head to look at Thalia when her sister’s voice rang sadly.
It doesn’t work. Julius.
Your beautiful eyes should contain only one woman.
Yes, Cecil Lionelta.
Only I deserve to be in his eyes.
Her slender arms, which didn’t even move no matter how much she shook them, slowly went up to touch his face, and the sticky ringing in his ears, which stopped at the womanly warmth he felt from her own cheeks, was a sign of her love. It flows in, longing for.
“Don’t look at other women in front of me, Julius.”
Lip to lip touching in the blink of an eye.
The extremely sweet scent of milk envelops Julius warmly and makes him lose his mind, and the small tongue that was desperately knocking on the door sneaks into his open lips and grabs hold of my husband’s tongue and does not let go.
A sight that could seem quite disgraceful.
However, Cecil Lionelta is her husband. He coveted Julius’ lips as if to show off and smiled gently at the black-haired girl who was watching from afar.
I really couldn’t stand it.
That day when my consciousness as a devil was still strong.
Thalia, the girl I saw when I was wandering around Kente’s market looking for him who had disappeared.
Staying next to Julius and daring to keep his image in your mind with dirty eyes, there is a degree of arrogance.
A girl with black hair loses her strength at the shocking sight and falls down.
Cecile, who had been watching her teeth until the end, decided to focus again on the sweet lips of her own loving husband before her.
Eventually, the immoral kiss continued until both of them were out of breath, and after a while, Julius, who had finally escaped his wife’s lips, looked at her and looked at her pale, plump cheeks. I touched it.
“Are you feeling okay? “Are you hurt anywhere, Cecil?”
Still the same, her interrogator spoke to her in a harsh tone, unlike her old coffin.
But what was reflected in those eyes was not her past self, but her current self, so Cecil closed her mouth that was about to protrude, licked her lips once, and whispered softly to him.
“I’m so sick, Julius. “It hurts so much that I don’t think I can do it without you.”
I didn’t lie.
She was truly heartbroken.
Kente Village, where Julius was born and raised as a child.
Why wasn’t I by his side at that time?
There is no image of me in his precious childhood memories.
There is only that hateful black-haired girl.
So much resentment filled her heart, she could not hold back her anger, and in the end, feeling the tears flowing down her cheeks, the delicate woman buried her face in her husband’s arms and gently hugged her body. I shivered.
Julius, who was just watching her from a distance, hugged the small body of the woman who was sobbing in his arms, carefully placed his large hand on her back, and slowly guided her child. He started stroking her as if to soothe her.
“… I don’t know what happened, but don’t cry. “I am not next to you.”
“… Julius, I… It’s so cold, I just want to go home now.”
“Okay, let’s go back now. To Kente Village.”
He has a gentle expression and whispers softly in Cecile’s ear.
However, upon hearing Julius’ whisper, her expression became distorted.
Mila’s mansion where the reunion took place.
Julius calls that place home and is telling me to return.
No.
Why is that the place to return to?
Ivy growing on brown bricks.
There is a small swing where you and I always secretly kissed.
Our secret base filled with memories of boys and girls.
A truly ecstatic place where men and women became one.
Kente is not the place I want to return to.
This is our newlywed home in Darkana.
Before we knew it, Cecil’s sobs that had been heard in Julius’s arms subsided, and she held the lapel of his signature black coat tightly, placed a small kiss on the nape of her husband’s neck, and let out a light breath.
“Julius. “Can you fall into the abyss with me for me?”
Her whispers that I can’t understand.
However, his head, who had pledged eternal love, nodded without a moment of hesitation, and a satisfied smile was drawn on her lips as she saw this in her eyes.
“Thank you. “For being with me.”
Please forgive me.
This is all for our love.
──Quick.
Centered at the feet of the interrogator, who was holding his poor wife in his arms, a void of mixed black and white energy began to shatter the earth, tear apart space, and slowly open a huge crack.
The sight seen through the gap where light leaks in is Darkana, the capital of Lyriam.
A small two-story brick house hidden on the outskirts of the place.
The road to the precious place where the couple’s memories are buried slowly begins to open, and as Cecile peeks at the scene revealed through the gap with a face full of joy, the devil’s whisper shouting something in an urgent voice rings out in her head.
-Going to the capital is breaking the deal with the saint. Would you choose to be cursed for a little pleasure?
The transaction between Saint Erman and Nirhil.
His words forbade Julius from coming to the capital while the bet was in progress.
Nirhil tries to stop her by citing the details of her deal that must never be broken.
However, she had no choice but to keep her mouth shut at every word spoken by her half-body.
‘I know. There’s no way you could forget something like that.’
-But then why!
‘Why, that’s natural.’
To keep Julius by my side forever.
I don’t want to go back to a place where memories of him I don’t know exist.
A place I didn’t know, a place I hadn’t been in, where I had fun with Mr. Crail and the naughty girl.
Our eternal love cannot sprout again in a place like that.
My own memories with him that they don’t know about.
That place with precious treasures is the best place to restart your love.
Trading is none of my business. I’m going back. Into the memories of the old days.
Yes, even if I fall into a long sleep.
Crispy──.
Now, a sound like crunching ice can be heard from the crack that has started to grow uncontrollably.
The woman, who was falling into a sleep that might be a bit long, opened her mouth for the last time, touching the face of Julius, who was tightly hugging his wife’s body while looking at that scene.
“So, I believe in you, Julius. “You will never abandon me.”
I am a princess who is cursed to sleep forever.
You are the prince on a white horse who will wake me up.
Please wake me up with your kiss.
Because I will be waiting forever.
What the enemy──.
Soon, the land of emptiness, unable to withstand the cracks that were being summoned by waves, broke apart into space,
The road to the abyss between the priest and the devil was finally opened.
-… You really are crazy in love. My other half.
Julius and Cecil’s bodies are slowly sucked into the crack drawn on the ground.
Their own abyss. Into their own memories.
Cecil’s eyes slowly begin to close due to breaking the deal.
She desperately lifted her head and caught his face looking down at her with her trusting face.
A man with attractive long blonde hair and the air of a nobleman.
All strength drains from the body, and a feeling of helplessness begins to flow through the devil’s heart.
The flow of consciousness begins to stop, and only darkness is visible before my eyes.
A woman with brown hair who begins to fall completely asleep. Cecil had one last, somewhat unexpected thought.
As expected, Julius looks good with long blonde hair.
I mean the thought.
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***
──Fussuk.
For a moment, the feeling of floating in the air enveloped his entire body, and the man in the black uniform gave strength to his body as it fell toward the abyss and landed lightly on the ground.
Julius felt the warmth of the woman in her arms, as if she were a princess entrusted to the arms of a knight, and slowly turned her head and looked around at the place he had come to through her crack.
A gentle breeze mixed with the faint smell of ash.
The small swing, which had been knocked down by the cold wind, made a squeaking noise and bobbed once or twice, and his eyes caught sight of a small two-story house with ivy embroidered on reddish-brown bricks.
Capital Darkana.
Special interrogator of the Telmere Church.
This is the newlywed home of Julius Tapnel and his lovely wife, Cecil Lionelta.
A symbol of pain and despair who always struggled with longing for her dead wife until she was demoted to Kente Village.
When Julius returned there, he felt cold sweat running down his cheeks and inadvertently called her name.
“…Cecil.”
Why did you come here? Obviously… You said you couldn’t go to the capital.
‘I can’t go to the capital. Because of my deal with my dear father, Saint Erman.’
The voice of her muttering while twisting her hair as if she was embarrassed in Kente Village began to linger in his mind.
The devil cannot tell lies.
So, the devil always faithfully fulfills his bargain.
Because breaking a deal means telling a lie.
“…Cecil, stop playing around and get up.”
Julius repeatedly calls the name of the delicate woman in his arms.
However, no answer came from her, and only the faint sound of her breathing passed by his ears.
I don’t want to see you.
I don’t want to see your face asleep again.
Cecil moved her neck, which was trying not to move, and desperately lowered her head to look at Cecil’s face.
A really happy smile comes into my eyes.
Cecil fell into a long sleep with a triumphant expression, as if she were an emperor who had everything in her hands.
The golden beast, looking down on his foolish yet beautiful wife, maddened by her love, howls to wake her from her sleep.
But unfortunately.
His roar did not reach the princess who was in eternal sleep,
In an empty night sky with the sun gone, only the starlight shined faintly above the interrogator’s head.