50 – Spiral Palace (1)
“Chirp, do you want to mug me?”
-Beep.
A cute girl with blonde hair neatly tied down, and a tiny bird with cute, puffy cheeks eagerly eating the food the child gives her.
It would be safe to say that the scene inside the carriage seen through the eyes of a man named Cryle Raynell was a scene from a fairy tale that would inevitably bring a warm smile to your face.
“Child, if you feed the birds too much, their stomachs will explode and they will die.”
“… Is it true? “Are you going to die because your stomach explodes?”
-Beep!
He, a spoiled adult who enjoyed ruthlessly trampling on scenes from such fairy tales, just looked at Layla who was struggling, giggling as she chewed the twig in her mouth.
An unidentified creature that was captured and brought back by Rayra, who disappeared from a village occupied by heretics.
A devil’s familiar that has reached the state of art, combining the faintly felt energy of black shadow with the divine power of Lionelta, the angel of death.
The identity of that creature with the insignificant name of Piyak is probably one of the dream beings controlled by the ‘Emperor’s Nightmare.’
“Kid, did you know what a peep was when you picked it up?”
“Beep is a gift from mom! “Thank you for giving Leila her courage and living well without her mom and dad, hmmm!”
At first glance, you might think it was just an incomprehensible remark uttered by a child, but if you think about it closely, it was a sharp remark that hit the nail on the head.
How did Layla, who was just a child, realize that Biyak was a familiar sent by her mother?
The gray-haired man, who couldn’t control his curiosity and had an itchy mouth, roughly brushed away his neatly slicked back hair, sat down in the shaking carriage, and asked a question to his friend’s daughter in a languid voice.
“Tell me honestly. “How did you know that Bpiyak was sent by your mother?”
“Heh, my mom really sent it to me. Somehow it seemed like it! hehehehe.”
“……???”
What did I just hear?
Have you just been bullied by a little boy?
He holds the grandiose title of Special Heresy Inquisitor, and is one of the two interrogators known as the Terror of Lyriam for their cruel torture and unforgiving executions.
The man now known by the extremely hideous nickname of Guillotine Cryil.
His name was engraved in history as a rare example of someone who fell for guided interrogation against a young child.
‘Cryle, you idiot. ‘Please, just think and live.’
A saint from long ago who always hit himself on the back of the head and shook his head.
Ermann’s voice from the time when Cecil was still alive lingers in my mind and sings about Cryil’s patheticness.
“… Our father Rom. “I guess I really am an idiot.”
-Beep! Beep!
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A small sparrow chirping with its beak at the man who lowers his head and mutters something with a gloomy expression.
It seems that only the devil’s familiar can comfort the man who was deceived by a child.
“… I don’t know what it is, but thank you. “He comforts all these idiots.”
-Beep!!
A sparrow continues to chirp, tapping its chest with its small wings as if it is frustrated.
In fact, the beeping was not a consolation, but rather an admonition in its own way not to say mean things in front of Layla, but fortunately, Cryle did not notice this.
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Rurrr.
Outside, autumn has passed, winter has peeked its head, and the cold has begun to dominate the world. However, the languid warmth inside the carriage, with its flames fluttering, was inviting Suma.
The shaking of the carriage, filled with silence and dreaminess, finally stopped. Realizing that he had arrived at the destination he had been longing for, Cryle gently rubbed his sleepy eyes and gently touched the girl lying in front of him.
“Haaam. Little one, wake up! “I think we’ve finally arrived.”
“Um… Mr. Ajo. Where is here?”
In the middle of a luxurious carriage stolen from a village of heretics.
Daughter of the demonic familiar who named her Piyak and the Inquisitor who was wandering in her sweet dreams, Leila Tapnell called her name and stretched out her neatly, gray hair. She tilted her head as she looked at the man.
As I waited for the answer, I looked at the lips with a cold smile for a moment, and the answer to the child’s curiosity was the man in front of me. It came from outside the carriage, not from Cryil Raynell.
“Miss Leila, Interrogator Krail. “We’ve finally arrived.”
Lirram, a village boasting the best wheat fields.
Kente, famous as a resting place for war heroes.
A coachman who has been through hardships and hardships for over a month.
Jackson, a coachman who unexpectedly followed Krail and Leila on their journey and whose hair turned white after being attacked by numerous demons. Not even trying to hide my joy at the thought of finally being free from the interrogator’s journey, I began knocking on the door in a desperate attempt to be separated from them as soon as possible.
“… Why are you so impatient? “I’ll be out soon, so just wait a moment.”
“Yes, yes! All right. Interrogator. “Then I will feed the horses for a while.”
“That’s right. Kid. From here, it is Kente Village, the hometown of Julius and I.”
It’s like a battlefield where novices can survive.
Cryle gives off an eerie atmosphere and scares the little lady with a low voice.
However, Rayra, who was twisting her blonde hair, merely nodded her head half-heartedly, as if she understood the man’s nonsense.
After poking the cheek of Piyak, who clicked his tongue at the extremely childish appearance of the man, Cryle slowly opened the carriage door with a sullen look.
“Well, anyway. Congratulations, Leila. This is your proud father. “The hometown where Julius Tapnell was born and raised as a child.”
The blue eyes, as if small pieces of the clear sky had been drilled into the eyes, slowly grew larger, the corners of the child’s mouth slowly rose, and the beautiful scene unfolding before them began to be captured in my mind.
The golden-colored wheat, blessed by God, sways leisurely in the wind as if it were always there, the voices of noisy people can be heard from beyond, and the huge church and old trees proudly show off on the hillside. This striking town.
Rayra finally took a step with her tiny feet into the wheat field village where her beloved father’s footsteps live on.
***
‘Julius, us. ‘Can’t we just hold hands and sleep?’
‘Cecil, how can a man and a woman who are not even married…’
‘It’s okay. Because I trust Julius. I just want to look at the night sky together like this.’
The boy and girl at that time became a man and a woman,
The night sky at dawn where the eternal love sworn back then is alive and breathing.
Memories of long ago created by moonlight and starlight at dusk.
Looking at her lovely, sharp nose and her pitiful body that looks as if it could fall apart at any moment, the man is said to be the best human being on earth. Julius Tapnel just touched his wife’s face with a gloomy expression.
An angel of charity and love.
The blond-haired interrogator, who refused the condemnation handed down by Zipnel and held Cecil Lionelta’s hand, let out a deep sigh, overcome with unbearable regret.
I believed that for the sake of the woman she loved, she would do it without any hesitation, even if it meant pulling out her own heart and supporting it.
No, it is not the area of faith, but the area close to harmony that is definitely to be done.
However, if the price for holding her hand came down to her, what on earth should she do?
Endless agony and regret surround the interrogator’s mind, and the silver locket neatly hung around his neck softly whispers to him.
Hurry and return it to the woman in front of you.
Your hesitation hurt a woman named Cecil Lionelta.
Slowly lift her hand and feel the texture of the necklace hanging around her neck.
The energy of the chains filled with the cold chill as always.
If her own hesitation and her doubts sicken her spirit and make her not value herself.
For your sake, I will gladly cast aside my hesitation and doubts as an interrogator and take you into my arms.
─── Grumble.
5 Years ago. The silver shackles that had not been taken from her arms even for a moment since the death of her beloved wife fell from her man’s neck,
Julius slowly opened the locket in his hand, looked at the portrait of a beautiful woman, and took in the small words written next to it.
[To my love Julius, Cecil Lionelta.]
Now I have to admit it.
Even if her spirit is broken, her demonic energy contaminates her entire body, and even if she loses all of her former innocence and brightness, the woman sleeping in front of her is the woman she loves. Her wife. She said it was Cecile.
I slowly walk through the room where not a speck of dust has settled even though I have been away for a long time, and carefully approach the pure white bed in the middle.
── It’s refreshing.
The only princess of a man named Julius Tapnel, who is sleeping with a satisfied smile on his lips.
The prince on a white horse approached the woman cursed with eternal sleep, looked at the necklace in his hand for a moment, threw away even the slightest hesitation, and tried to gently place a token of love on her pure white neck.
-Hee hee.
“……?”
Walk… His right hand just stopped and stopped.
He must quickly swear an eternal vow to his beloved princess.
The gaze of someone who has been getting on his nerves from a while ago wanders through the interrogator’s mind.
If you’re used to it, you’re familiar with it. If it’s been a while, it’s been a while.
The old days. The time when she flatly rejected Cecil’s first confession and kept her distance from him.
Her gaze always tormented me from the time I woke up in the morning until I went to sleep at night.
A chill ran down his spine, whispering softly in his ear.
She is looking at herself now. It is said that a man named Julius is reflected in the eyes of a woman named Cecil Lionelta.
An incomprehensible feeling of intuition.
She lowers her head and looks at the face of the sleeping woman in front of her.
He just breathes out without even a slight movement.
Was she shocked to see her collapse in his arms?
Perhaps it was an illusion created by her weak mind, hoping that she would immediately open her closed eyes and tell her jokes to herself.
Ignoring the senses that my instincts tell me, I take a deep breath and savor the chill of the early morning air.
A refreshing energy that seems to clear your mind a little.
Julius once again gathered his lost resolve and lowered his head to hang the small locket in his hand around her neck.
This time, his large hand carefully caresses Cecil’s pure white neck, and the necklace, shining softly in the moonlight, finally returns to its owner…
-hehehehe.
“……?”
A level of attention that can no longer be ignored.
Julius looks down at her pale cheeks, lost in thought for a moment, then slowly turns his head in the direction where he feels her gaze.
All that can be seen is the faint shadow at her feet and the moonlight illuminating the room.
With his golden eyes filled with shadows that swayed leisurely like a sea of silence, the man named Julius Tapnel came up with one word.
The fact that his wife is a ‘devil.’
Somehow, it seemed like the time had come to catch the devil as an Inquisitor.
***
“Um… Where did it go? “It’s gone?”
A huge palace filled with fantasy and madness.
In the dream of a being called the Archdemon Nirhil and Cecil Lionel Tar, Cecil forced her body upright as it rolled around her banquet hall and turned her head again and again to look around her.
Neither Rang Sahil, who had been roaring vigorously and blowing out her snorts until now, nor his other self, who had been whining next to him, was nowhere to be seen.
Where has everyone gone?
I took a moment to think about the question that was creeping into my mind.
She looked at the curtain of shadows that were still fluttering before her eyes, and instantly dismissed all the trivial questions she had been thinking about.
Yes, she was either her other self or the devil’s alter ego. Who knows where she went.
Only one thing is important.
All she wanted to do was go meet her eternal partner, Julius Tapnel.
I slowly touch the body that perfectly depicts myself, woven from the world of her dreams.
I shouldn’t be embarrassed even if I show this body to him.
Embarrassingly, she took off all of her clothes and threw them away, and as she looked around at her naked body, a satisfied smile finally appeared on Cecile’s lips.
With a snap of her fingers, she quickly puts her clothes back on her body, returns to her modest attire, and hops, hops, hops towards the door that finally leads to her world.
“What is Julius doing now? Is he kissing me? Or is he hugging me tightly in his wide chest?”
Tong- Tong-
Following the footsteps of its owner, the chubby doll made in the image of Julius also bounced after her, and now it was finally in front of her, who was laughing heartily while thinking of a scene from a sensual novel and imagining something bizarre. The scene of this world revealed itself.
This is a scene that makes me go crazy with curiosity.
What are Julius and his own body doing now?
Cecile, unable to fully open her eyes, narrowed her eyes and peeked out from the swamp of shadows.
The scene seen through the tiny gap of shadow created by one’s own body.
It was a sight of a man with blond hair looking down at a woman with brown hair and trying to put a necklace on her.
“Finally, finally! “Julius is only looking out for me. Are you happy too?”
The proof of love that I have wanted for so long.
Your precious treasure that you received from him and returned to him as a symbol of death.
Julius II, the devil’s creation, couldn’t help but think as he looked at the woman’s puffy cheeks with a mixture of madness and joy.
This woman is truly scary.
However, an insignificant doll could not go against its owner’s wishes.
I started running around, following the devil who was flirting and running around in the swamp of shadows.
“We’re almost there now. After Julius places a token of love around my neck, I appear next to him in his sorrow as if a curse has been lifted. And my lovely husband gave me a deep reunion kiss as a gift.”
Next, well… It would be making Layla’s younger brother.
Your true body is asleep, so how on earth are you going to create a second child?
Her doll, which had been looking at the woman’s drooling while making incomprehensible noises, is once again caught up in her agony.
A sound as if something was breaking was heard from above the woman’s head, who was clutching her arms and closing her eyes tightly as if she could not bear it any longer.
─── Jang.
Thumping-
This happened without my knowledge.
The swamp of shadow that stores the devil’s familiar is forcibly broken by her hand clad in golden radiance, and her other hand, which is not clad in her radiance, snatches the woman’s backside in an instant.
“What, what? What on earth is going on… Wow!”
Boom──!
The body of the devil begins to soar toward the present world from the swamp of shadows in a split second, like an angler catching a fish.
In an incomprehensible situation, she opened her eyes tightly and rolled them around for a moment, but when the face of Julius, a man with blond hair who was looking at her floating in the air, caught her eye, Cecil was confused. I ended up shaking.
‘What, what is it? How on earth did you notice? Surely you were hiding your presence well?’
An expressionless face. Cold eyes. And as he looked at the silver locket resting gently on his chest instead of his neck, the devil named Cecil Lionelta came to think.
Perhaps being despised by one’s own husband may not be such a bad thing.
Soon, her fake body, which had been floating in the air for a while, began to fall into Julius’s arms, and the pitiful woman instantly became her husband. She was completely sucked into the wide chest of the strongest Inquisitor.
“Oh, hello.”
“… ….”
“Heh, hehehehe. “I got caught.”
“… ….”
“You seem very angry. I’m sorry. “I bought it and threw it away without saying anything.”
The same warmth as always was nowhere to be found, and as she looked into his golden eyes filled with a cold chill, Cecil felt a drop of cold sweat running down her cheek, and buried her face in his chest, desperately hugging her. I started to run away.
In an instant, the devil’s foolish plan was discovered, and the devil’s cuteness continued for a while.
His mouth, who had been silently staring at his wife from afar, finally slowly began to open.
“… Cecil.”
“Uh, huh? What’s the matter? Are you very angry? Sorry. “I just want you to look at me.”
“… Weren’t you worried? “I… I thought I would never see you again.”
As he said that, his eyes became red just like they did when he took his last breath.
At the tingling pain felt in his chest, the love-crazy devil slowly lifted her head toward his lips, which were extremely desirable, in hopes of soothing her husband’s pain….
“So, as an Inquisitor, I realized that I had to educate you, the devil.”
“Uh, huh? What are you talking about? “Education…”
Cecile’s body stopped in her tracks as she tried to capture Julius’s lips, anticipating the time of pleasure and joy that would begin from now on, and the foolish devil began to blink as she looked at her husband who was saying words she could not understand. .
The heretic inquisitor, who was looking at his wife with such a cute appearance, put a faint smile on her lips, lightly clenched her fist as if knocking, and gently fed honey balm to the pure white forehead of the dastardly and obnoxious devil.
─── Takkong!
“Ah, yay!”
A dazed voice leaking from her mouth.
A man who engraved in my mind a precious treasure that I thought I might never hear, and pledged unchanging love. Julius Tapnel began to slowly capture the current Cecil in his eyes.
A small bedroom with beautiful moonlight streaming in.
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The old days. The girl with a bright smile became a woman.
In a place where red onion flowers bloom, a being called a devil, not a human, appears.
She became a woman again in the arms of her beloved husband.
-… ….
You could almost open your mouth at that sight.
The devil, who always whispered sarcastically in Cecil’s ear, said nothing.
As if such a thing had never existed from the beginning.
A story of love and innocence that took place at dawn, before daybreak.