46 – Interlude – Nightmare
“… You have done something ridiculous, my half-god.”
It’s huge.
In the middle of a magnificent banquet hall, where you can’t help but feel a sense of admiration and the word “Huge” Is the only thing that comes out of your mouth.
Nirhil, who was standing in front of a long table that seemed to have been carved from a whole large old tree and preserved the years of speechless creatures inside, forced back the sigh that was about to burst out.
Cecil Lionelta.
A poor woman who longs for love, bordering on mania.
She became one with the nightmare, and became increasingly willing to do anything to achieve eternal love with Julius.
She was now driving herself to death and trying to hold on to him.
“… Or is all of this also a pre-ordained harmony?”
The woman with dark eyes, completely engulfed by her brilliance and losing their shine, blinked her eyes a couple of times, then gracefully raised her hand and momentarily covered her mouth from which her yawn escaped. Afterwards, she slowly got up from her seat and started walking towards her bedroom.
A strange space surrounded by doors on all sides.
The nightmare’s abode in the dream world, which seemed to be modeled after a huge castle, had an appearance that could be described as bizarre.
All you see are just doors.
There was a door in the place where there should have been a window, and the floor of the hallway where there should have been a red carpet was just filled with doors without any patterns.
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The sound of small shoe footsteps resounding in the eerie devil’s abode without any warmth.
Nirhil, who had been walking aimlessly for a while, stopped silently in front of a certain door.
[Nightmare]
A dark black door with the word ‘Nightmare’ engraved in old-fashioned handwriting, as if this were her room.
She tilted her head for a moment and looked down the empty corridors of the palace.
A woman in eternal sleep.
Her Cecile personality has not yet arrived here.
It is a self-evident fact that if her noisy evil demigod comes to visit, even the brief moment of sweet rest given to her will disappear.
Deciding to enjoy her moment of sweet sleep, Nirhil carefully turned the doorknob and took a step with her tiny feet towards her own bedroom.
The only sight you see is a black bed in the middle of a dark void and a cute doll with bulging cheeks lying on it.
A doll she made to kill time while just spending time in her dream world.
She loves her husband. She picked up her doll, modeled after Julius, and held it in her arms. She collapsed onto her soft bed, as if her breath had been cut off, and closed her eyes, resting comfortably on her forehead. I left it to you.
Today, I hope to have a happy dream.
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“Now everything will return to nothing. “Julius.”
The brown-haired saint looks at the man holding the sword with a gentle smile on his lips and an expression like a benevolent sage.
Erman took his gaze away from Julius Tapnel, the short-blond-haired inquisitor who was aiming a holy sword brilliantly colored with five-colored light in front of him, and gazed at the dark-colored sky of Lyriam from afar.
Divinity and magic swirl, the heavens and earth created by Rom. A truly terrifying sight that returns ‘everything’ within it to nothingness.
As he looked proudly at his accomplishments, he slowly lowered his head and took a quick glance down the castle wall.
Emily Ridina lost her immortal powers and died when her upper body exploded.
Brookin, a hero who fought valiantly until the end, but ultimately chose to die himself to save a man who was like his son.
A gray-haired interrogator lying down with his left arm cut off. Kryle Raynell and Raynell, the angel of punishment who died next to him.
Tafnel, the angel of faith, who died when his stomach was pierced by his own light spear, and Jifnel, the angel of love, who lost his infinite divinity and had his head cut off.
The angels and priests of the Church of Telmere, who had joined forces to stop the saint, all met death.
Erman destroyed the truth of Rom, who had made all his plans a success, and destroyed the flow of time.
Before everything disappeared, he asked Julius the only question he had kept in his heart for the last time.
“Everything has already returned to nothingness. “I would like to ask you one last question.”
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“You are the one. “Do you believe in pre-ordained harmony?”
A word containing the secrets of the world that flowed from the mouth of a saint.
Julius, who heard his words, just silently raised the holy sword in his hand and whispered softly.
“… Even if everything is destined. “There is only one thing for me to do.”
I have a heart that will not change no matter what trials I face, and I carry out my beliefs.
“My beloved wife. “Keeping my oath to Cecil.”
Even if my existence is shattered and eons pass.
I will love you again.
After those words, the interrogator did not open his mouth any more.
Nerondir, colored with five colors of light, held in his hand, pierced the heart of the fallen saint,
Soon, everything disappeared like dust and the world was filled with only ’emptiness’.
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“Priest Brukin! Now!”
The voice of a man with gray hair coming from beyond.
Hearing the cry of Krail, a disciple who was like his own son, the elderly priest rushed towards the fallen saint Erman, wielding power as red as the fresh blood flowing through his heart and power as blue as the ocean.
“Huh, it’s you after all. No matter how much time passes, that power is truly difficult to deal with.”
A saint steeped in evil who used magic to draw out turbid magical energy from his heart.
Erman lightly turned the fragments of the huge castle wall flying towards him into dust and laughed out loud, twisting the corners of his mouth.
“But, it’s already too late. My belief is Heavenly Great Father. The truth of Rome has been reached, and everything will return to nothingness.”
A slightly cold wind blows, the heartbreakingly blue and wide autumn sky is gone, and the sky of Lyriam is filled with strange whirlpools painted entirely in black.
Brookin, who did his best until the end but was unable to prevent destruction in the end, let out a heavy breath and thrust his fist at him.
“Why on earth! Did he do something like this? Do you really think this is for Cecil’s benefit?”
“Ah, Brookin. My dear friend Of course, all of this is for that child.”
hahahahaha ───.
A bleak, dry little laugh escaped from the saint’s mouth.
Soon, everything began to return to nothing, and Erman asked Brukin the only question he had kept in his heart until the end.
“Do you believe in predestined harmony?”
“Where is that stuff? You damned bastard.”
A war hero who answers the saint’s questions without a single thought.
However, his answer only echoed in emptiness,
Everything eventually returned to nothingness.
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“Julius, Julius! Erman, you son of a b*tch, how dare you touch my son!”
A man with long blond hair who died after his heart was pierced by a dagger hidden in his arms by a fallen saint.
Rom’s adopted daughter, with beautiful silver hair, who was shedding bloody tears as she held the cold body of Julius, the elderly saint slowly exhaling in front of her,
He uttered a curse with his throat torn towards Erman.
“Your plan will never succeed. “You, who killed my close friend, killed my resurrected daughter, and even killed my son Julius, are not saints!”
The corners of the saint’s mouth, whose heart was pierced by the holy sword, slowly rose upon hearing her cursed words. Facing Emily, who was running towards him with a grimace on her face like a demon Rakshasa, he asked her the only question that had been in her heart for a long time.
“Emily, do you believe in predestination harmony?”
The immortal priest, who had lost her power and was reduced to a mere woman, hugged the saint and threw herself under the high walls of Lyriam.
Soon, everything returned to nothingness, as always.
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“Let’s go Krail!”
“I understand. Raynell.”
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“Liliana! “Hurry and kill Erman!”
“Taphnell, but then you!”
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“Erman, angel of kindness and love, who dared to break Telmir’s words and break the taboo. I, Zifnel, have come with my representative to punish you!”
“Heresy Inquisitor Thalia Ziphnel, I will punish you for being tainted by evil and restore order in the world.”
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And as always, time passed again, and countless beings appeared in front of the saint, trying to kill him and save the world from destruction.
As if everything was predetermined, the world would always turn to dust and become filled with nothing but emptiness.
And again, eons passed, and finally the brown-haired woman took her steps in front of the saint for the first time.
“… It’s been a while since I saw you. Father.”
“Hmm, there is no reason for a doll made from a lump of a corpse to be called father.”
Cecil, a lovely daughter who won’t hurt even if you put it in your eyes.
Even though he could hear the voice of his living, breathing adoptive daughter nearby, Erman just sat on the castle wall in the distance and looked at the sky of Lyriam turning into a lump of dust.
“No matter how much you try to turn back time, in the end everything just returns to the beginning.”
“… ….”
“In fact, your father also vaguely noticed it. “Everything.”
“It is set as a scheduled harmony. Yes, I know.”
When Cecil said that the outcome of all his plans had already been decided, Erman, who gently spoke the truth of God, slowly raised his tired body and nodded.
The saint’s pure white robes were completely stained with dust after a fierce battle.
Erman, who had tidied up her disheveled clothes, glared at her own daughter, who had become one with her demon, and asked her the only question she had in her heart. Threw it
“Nirhil, do you believe in predestination harmony?”
“…… I am.”
I don’t believe in pre-ordained harmony.
Love is not something you can just get.
Eternal love is something that is desperately pursued.
Even if the world brings me to its knees and fate sings of despair.
“Someday, I will definitely be happy with my love, Julius.”
Her face is full of faith, just like the blonde-haired man who pledged his eternal love.
The fallen saint, looking at the brown-haired woman who looked exactly like her own dead daughter, slowly backed away from her and smiled wryly.
“… Yes, you have to do that much to be able to call yourself my daughter, Cecil.”
─── Puck.
The sound of something breaking heard in silence.
The final words of the saint who ended her life by throwing her own body from the castle wall echoed in Cecil’s ears, and as the devil forcibly wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks, the ‘world’ began to turn into a void. I slowly knelt down while looking at him.
“Lord, please save these little lambs and give my poor husband a happy future.”
Please grant me, who has become a fallen devil, unbreakable faith.
I dare to ask you.
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In the beginning there was a void.
A world where no one opens their mouth and there is only silence.
In a world that sings of such silence, ‘it’ suddenly opened its closed eyes.
Something black and squishy that seems to clumsily imitate the appearance of a woman.
A legendary demon who was later called the Emperor’s Nightmare and was feared by everyone until the Holy Age began.
It hadn’t even been given a name yet. It opened its eyes, stood up, tilted its head and leisurely looked around.
There is nothing.
A world filled with nothing but pitch black darkness.
When I opened my eyes in the void, I felt a cold chill in my hand and slowly lifted up my small, black hand.
In the colorless nothingness where even color does not exist, a chain that shines silver as if showing off.
The chain that I had been holding tightly in my hand since I woke up took on a strange shape, as if something had been torn off.
What on earth is this?
It’s a chain….
But what is a ‘chain’?
A nameless being that acts like a child who knows nothing.
She nodded her head absentmindedly for a moment, then gently put the silver chain into the pocket of her skirt.
I couldn’t quite remember what a skirt was, but for some reason, it felt like something wrapped around her waist should be called a ‘skirt’.
Soon, the ‘Nameless One’, who was fully prepared to leave the road, walked silently through the pitch black where nothing existed and nothing could be seen.
I must return to him quickly.
My lovely husband, Julius.
I am his wife.
I have to go back to him quickly.
The road is so long and rough that I want to sit down on the floor and cry endlessly.
My love Julius, please find me quickly.
Even now, I feel like you will hold me in your arms and whisper love to me.
I am the only one here.
I’m so cold, please…
Call my name and hold my hand.
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But what was my name?
In the ever-expanding void, the poor woman forgot her name.
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“Nirhil, is it true that you really saw the future?”
A demon with a body made of black, squishy mud that clumsily mimics the appearance of a girl.
A being who opened his eyes for the third time in the void.
Arn Hill, nicknamed Squishy Desire, simply made a fuss towards her demon, imitating a woman looking at the distant horizon.
The devil, who was sitting on the castle wall looking deep in thought, broke the chin of Arnhil, who kept clinging to him noisily, and whispered softly.
“… Yes, I saw it.”
“… Is that the end? When she breaks her brother’s jaw, all she can say is, ‘Yes, I saw it.’?”
Arnhil looks like a lump of crushed clay and imitates Nirhil’s speaking style while trembling.
As if such a demon wasn’t funny enough, the being called Nir Hill simply turned her head indifferently and stared at her horizon again.
If you head there, you will come to the Kingdom of Lyriam, where his home and I are located.
No, it will happen soon.
You just have to wait a little longer.
Yes, just ahead….
You just have to wait 1,000 more years.
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A woman who has been robbed of her throne and reduced to nothing more than a scum, clings to the hem of her devil’s skirt, uses her vicious teeth, and makes her wish towards the devil, ready to vomit her blood.
“Please, please. Nirhil. Please defeat the wicked king who abandoned my father and swallowed up the world.”
“… I am the devil. “But why should I do your favor?”
Nir Hill, who slowly lowered her head and vaguely imitated her woman’s face, asked the princess of the ruined country.
At her demon’s innocent question, the human child contorted her face in a hideous way and smiled her maddened smile as she whispered at her.
“In return for the deal, I will sacrifice my very being.”
‘Do you really think that an ugly devil would be happy that he dared to dishonor my wife?’
‘It’s ugly! I am the pinnacle of evil, of which only twenty-four exist in this world. How can you talk about me like that, the one who walks under the sun and is called the king’s nightmare? ‘Isn’t it written in the Bible in the first place?’
… The Emperor’s Nightmare.
Yes, the dream-bound me called myself that.
If that’s the case, then this too must be the path to him.
“Yes, I understand. In exchange for devouring your very existence, I will destroy the man who rose to the position of emperor whom you hate so much.”
The devil smiled with satisfaction.
Finally, in just a little while, I can meet my lovely husband.
Yes, there are only 500 years left.
Let’s enjoy a little entertainment.
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“Cecil… Make a deal with me in exchange for Cecil’s body.”
A forbidden area of the Telmere Church whose location is known only to saints.
A being sealed for 500 years in a statue that barely resembles a woman.
The demon called the Emperor’s Nightmare could barely hold back the cheers that threatened to burst out when he saw the gray-haired man.
The moment I had been waiting for so long has come.
A woman who died ugly and longing for love.
Cecil Lionelta.
The agent of punishment appeared in front of her holding her body.
At the sight of Kryla Raynell, she felt infinite joy filling her emptiness, and felt her tears flowing from her eyes where they were not even there.
Finally, I can finally meet him again.
The man to whom I gave my eternal love.
The man who swore eternal love to me.
I can finally meet Julius Tapnel again.
Awakening in the void, enduring nearly 2000 years.
Finally, she was able to regain her own name again.
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“Ha, it’s really cold. “Isn’t it too cold in fall?”
A beautiful woman neatly dressed in a white blouse and cheap brown skirt.
Cecil Lionelta gently touched my ears, which were turning red from the cold.
Beyond the trail. I looked at Mila’s mansion, which was slowly revealing itself, with an expression of emotion.
Now it’s really over.
A hellish life without you.
I fall into your arms again in the name of Cecil, and blend in with you while listening to the sweet words of love you whisper to me.
Let’s embrace each other through our pain and sprout eternal love again.
Her skirt, adorned in brown, flutters in the wind, and the pure white blouse she has always worn so dearly caresses the devil’s wounds with its soft texture.
A plain wooden door without any patterns.
If I knock on this door, I can finally wake up from this eternal nightmare.
Yes, if you knock on this door, you will be the prince I have been waiting for so long.
I can meet my beloved husband, Julius Tapnel.
Cecil took a slow and deep breath and strengthened her resolve.
Her small hand gently rises, and her hand clashes with the door, making a beautiful melody resonate.
-Knock knock
And after a moment that felt like eternity, beyond the door that had to be opened…
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“Do you believe in predestined harmony?”
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In the beginning there was a void.
A world where no one opens their mouth and there is only silence.
In such pitch-black nothingness, a devil who clumsily imitates the appearance of a woman opens his eyes.
The devil dreams of Cecil.
Cecil dreams of the devil.
In the middle of infinity, not knowing who came first or even the beginning, a devil who forgot even her own existence… No, the poor woman cherished the small piece of chain held in her hand. Hold on and get up slowly.
I had a dream.
Dream of living as the wife of a foolish man.
I had a dream.
A dream of living as a devil who loses everything and wakes up in emptiness.
A dream within a dream. A dream within a dream.
A life lived in an abyss where there is no salvation and one simply falls into the depths.
So she is called the devil.
Because life is too painful to be called human.
I have lived my life being called the name of an evil being and being punished.
I didn’t do anything wrong.
A woman who calls herself a devil, forgets even her own name and lives her life of emptiness, hums softly.
Lala- Lala-
An unknown congratulatory song that will ring out in the distant future on a blessed day when beings called humans fall in love and bear fruit in their beautiful lives.
The devil waits again for eons.
I want to hear again that tiny, insignificant sound.
-Knock knock
A world where the sun has set and only the moonlight gently illuminates the dark night sky.
The devil gently knocks on the plain, unmarked door.
And after an eternity-like moment passes, beyond the door that has to be opened.
“Who are you?”
A man with blond hair who speaks in an uncharacteristically polite voice.
A long time ago, my lovely spouse grew his hair out to grant my wish that I whined about in passing.
“It’s been a while, I really missed you. “Julius.”
After an eternity of nightmares, I carefully step into a sweet and happy dream.
“I’m so cold, can you please let me go home?”
The years without you were so cold.
The loneliness flowing through my heart is so cold.
I want to be held in your arms.
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Cecil Lionelta. The wife of the strongest Heretic Questioner, Julius Tapnel, and the great devil Nirhil.
The unfortunate woman trapped in eternity returned to him after hundreds of millions of years.
No….
I forgot who I was and covered up my own corpse.
The devil is back.
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-Knock knock
Two insignificant knocks that woke up the ancient devil, who had fallen into a light sleep.
Nir Hill, who forced the devil’s body, which was still feeling drowsy as the beast had not gone away, to stand up, leisurely turned her head and looked around her to see what the identity of the noise that had dared to wake him up was. Saw.
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A chubby doll stepping on the black void and jumping eagerly, as if it wanted to let people know that it is here.
One of her treasures, named Julius II, eagerly informs his master that a guest has arrived.
“… I understand, I understand. “I guess it’s time to wake up and greet my other half.”
After stroking the head of her cute and adorable little doll a few times, she slowly took off the clothes she was wearing and played with her shadow. Began to squeeze out the interrogator’s uniform.
A cocky, black-haired girl.
The girl named Thalia may never have liked her, but she did like the uniform the child was wearing.
Even though she is a dirty devil, worse than a scavenger, she stands proudly next to her husband, wearing a pitch-black uniform and holding her head high.
Just because of her appearance, they seem like a suitable pair.
A devil wearing underwear embroidered in pure white, symbolizing a woman’s purity, slowly touches the Inquisitor’s uniform embroidered in the air with his hands.
Even though she was lost in her eternal emptiness, struggling and even forgetting her own existence.
The one thing I never forgot.
“I will always be Julius. “Because I am your lovely wife.”
Her name is her husband, whom she loves, and spits out every single word of her as a mantra, “Her wife.”
Definitely Julius’ only wife.
It was Cecil Lionelta.