68 – Lies (Part 2)
At the sudden sound of a woman’s voice coming from behind, with the dignity and modesty of a noble lady, I hurriedly grabbed my head and frowned. Thalia frowned,
All the memories she had barely remembered were gone, and she slowly turned her head behind her and saw the face of the ‘crazy b*tch’ who was talking to her. Contained in the eyes of
Her shiny brown hair and blue eyes with an inexplicable mystery like the ocean.
Lastly, she stands out for her feather-shaped embroidery embroidered with gold thread.
As soon as the pure white saint’s uniform caught her eye, the girl with black hair immediately jumped up from her spot and hid behind Emily, who was looking at her with a pitiful expression.
“I came. “I came, I really came.”
“Wow, what has he been doing since a while ago… By the way. Cecil, what happened all of a sudden? When did you come back?”
“Hey, hello, Priest Emily. “It’s been a while since I saw you.”
“Yeah, it’s been a really long time. It must have been difficult to travel not only to the next town, but also to the next country… But why is everyone so quiet? “It’s the day the saint of our Telmere Church returned, so why didn’t I know about it?”
“… Priest Emily. “Didn’t you hear that the saint was coming back last night?”
“Huh, huh? You said that last night? “Mo, she didn’t hear?”
“… That’s because you start drinking alcohol as you get older.”
“There is nothing he cannot say in front of our saint.”
Cook-
“Gyaak!”
Emily, who had all the secrets she had to hide as a priest of the church exposed in front of her immediate superior, covered her bright red face and stabbed the side of the black-haired girl hiding behind her, deciding to enjoy the tickling. The famous Thalia could not withstand just one thrust and twisted her entire body.
“hehehehe, it looks like everyone is doing well. “Seeing them having fun and having fun makes me feel good.”
“…Aren’t you crazy? “Does this seem like entertainment now?”
Cecil jokes while covering her mouth while watching Emily and Talia’s skit.
Seeing her absolutely abominable appearance, the church’s second-class inquisitor scoffed at her and muttered something over and over again.
“It shouldn’t be like this. “Now that Cecil is back, shouldn’t we have a party to celebrate?”
Thankfully, the scandalous gossip did not reach the saint’s ears due to the fuss of Emily Ridina, an immortal priest who was not worthy of her age.
“It’s a party, so we can’t afford such luxury just because I’m the only one who came back. “It’s not a big deal, so don’t worry about it, and just focus on praying for God’s foolish servants.”
“… No, on days like this you should have fun… Cecil, you have already become a boring adult.”
“Then I’ll just leave. I have some business to run, so I’ll go. “I would be grateful if Priest Emily could take over the saint’s duties until today.”
“Uh… Well, of course, you’re probably tired, so you should rest. But Cecile, you seem strangely in a good mood?”
“… ….”
I didn’t believe Thalia’s nonsense, but when I thought about it, the woman named Cecil Lionelta was definitely an angel’s representative. After the baptism ceremony of Cryil Reynell and Thalia Zifnell.
Somehow, she turned into a woman who always gave off a strange aura of melancholy and emptiness.
At the time, I thought she was just doing it because she didn’t like being elevated to the position of saint.
Maybe it was because she heard some strange words.
Emily, who had been harboring a suspicious feeling in her heart, suddenly began to think that there was something ‘off’ about Cecile, who seemed to be in a very good mood.
He scratched her hair and carefully asked her a question.
“Well, that’s what you mean? Uh… Well, what… There’s been this rumor going around the capital these days.”
“……Rumors?”
“If you suddenly feel better, it is a sign that God will grant your wish.”
“Rom… Will grant your wish?”
“Priest Emily, when on earth did such a rumor spread…?”
“Stay still, you girl. Anyway, I have no clue whatsoever.”
Emily was floundering towards herself with her strange expression on her face, and Talia was behaving so stupidly that she didn’t understand her, and her eyes were closed at her suspicious behavior. Cecile was watching her closely.
“Actually? “Today is a very special day.”
For some unknown reason, she smiled a very creepy smile and slowly began to open her mouth.
“… Special? Is it anyone’s birthday today? “What day was today?”
“… At least no one in the church has a birthday today.”
“Yes, Inquisitor Thalia is right. Today is a special day, but it has nothing to do with my birthday.”
Thalia, who felt a slight fear at the sight of her opening her mouth to whisper softly, as if telling a riddle, began to shiver while holding onto Emily’s priest’s robe tightly.
Following in the footsteps of Saint Erman, she is a saint and her younger sister who is respected and applauded by everyone.
Emily, who was proud of her Cecile, also looked at her with a drop of cold sweat and ended up thinking about her.
The thought that ‘something is strange.’
“Congratulations, sister. “I finally remembered it.”
“… Well, what do you mean?”
“The name of something very, very precious.”
Ttogak──
As Cecile said that, she slowly… Moved her white and delicate legs and came right in front of Emily.
I craned my head forward and saw my pretty face in her clear, purple eyes.
I spat out the last words as if I was vomiting them out.
“I finally remembered the name of the kitten I picked up on the way back to the kingdom.”
Meow───!
“Kamangi, how are you? “Isn’t it cute?”
“… ….”
The strange, eerie, suffocating atmosphere that had filled the streets just a moment ago was gone, and Emily’s tension was relieved by the sound of a kitten coming up to her feet and rubbing her face. After quickly wiping away the cold sweat running down my cheeks, I smiled awkwardly and began nodding my head vigorously.
“Wow, wow. It’s really cute. Okay. Really cute.”
“… What is cute? What is that black cat? “It’s so ominous… Ugh!”
Cook Cook──
“No way, Thalia. “Our little one is listening, and it would be troublesome if you said something mean like that.”
Thalia, who was frowning at her arrogance as she watched that scene, opened her mouth to say something sarcastic, but she melted away with a single stab to the side from Cecil, who lightly walked to the girl’s side with a sly smile on her face.
“Gauge, gagauk… That crazy woman…”
Tuk───
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“Talia has collapsed!!!”
It seems like it didn’t melt because it couldn’t handle the tickling, but because it couldn’t handle the pain.
“It’s okay, Sister Emily. Inquisitor Second Class Thalia is an excellent cleric that our Church of Telmere is proud of. “I’m sure we’ll be able to overcome this ordeal quickly.”
“It’s true that you guys really hate each other.”
Cecil Lionelta, a saint who smiles while showing off her elegant appearance while covering her mouth with the back of her hand.
And a black kitten adorning her feet, and a priest wearing a black uniform.
Bubble bubble.
No, looking at the foam coming out of the mouth, it looks like it is a corpse and not a priest.
“Cecil. Well, although our Thalia has a very nasty personality. I hope you take good care of her. “We don’t have any friends, so it would be nice if we could become friends together.”
“Then, I hope you have a peaceful day. As a side note, let’s enjoy tomorrow too.”
“… Are you just ignoring me? “Don’t be like that, just be friendly.”
Meow───!
The kitten that climbed on the saint’s feet and nuzzled her whole body also let out a loud and cute cry as if responding to the silver-haired priestess’s words.
A woman wearing a priest’s robe with a mix of pure white and gorgeous gold.
Cecil Lionel just snorted as if the ride was worthless and started walking again.
Emily just looked at her back and tilted her head in an idiotic way.
“Now that I think about it, I’ve always been curious about it.”
[That is dangerous.]
“Why is the side of the skirt of a saint’s dress open?”
There is nothing like that in priest’s clothing, so why are saints’ clothes made like that?
In order to erase the ominous ‘premonition’ that was filling my mind, I tried to ask a trivial question.
***
Lala── Lala──
The sound of a woman’s song resounding softly in a quiet alley where there was only silence.
I don’t know what made her feel so good, but Cecile was walking down the street with a smile on her face and a gait so bright and cheerful that it was hard to believe she was a woman with great power who could control the fate of a country. When I reached the front of this winding brown brick house, I stopped and just looked at the scenery that was reflected in my eyes from a distance.
Kkiik── Kkiik──
The small swing, which was completely rusted out as if it had not been properly maintained, let out a scream as it surrendered itself to the wind, and the window, which was clouded with dust because it had not been touched by a human hand, seemed to indicate that no one lives in this house. It seemed to show something.
Even as she looked at that lonely scene, Cecile, who was still humming an unknown congratulatory song with a bright smile on her face, just secretly raised her white hand and lightly snapped her fingers.
Just────!
With just one ringing sound, a colorless flame, identical to the one in her heart, engulfed the entire small two-story house.
After a while, the flame subsided. Swings and windows were revealed, sparkling as if they were new.
“Heungheung, I’m back. Honey.”
Meow….
I don’t feel like I’m popular at all.
At the sight of the woman nodding her head and talking to herself as if there was someone there, the cat that was following behind her just fluttered its small body as if it sensed some ominous energy. .
“Kkamang is waiting here. “From now on, I have to spend intimate time with him.”
You can never, never come in?
If they come in, I don’t know what I’ll do.
Nya, meow.
The insignificant little creature could only instinctively bow its head at the command of the saintess, who gave off a completely different ominous and gloomy aura than before.
Ttogak─ Ttogak─
Kkiik────
Cecil passed through a garden with lush grass and entered a small house, feeling a pleasant noise coming from an old door.
“I really missed you, honey.”
I sat down for a moment, feeling ecstatic at the golden feast that filled my blue eyes.
“You were very lonely because you were alone, right? I’m sorry, after becoming a saint. “The old men of the church keep passing on troublesome tasks.”
On the floor, walls, and ceiling. What you see is something gold colored messily painted all over.
Surrounded by many incomprehensible and bizarre drawings that you can’t even tell what they were painted on.
Traces that cause instinctive discomfort.
……
The sight reflected in the saint’s eyes was traces of destructive and dark madness.
“You keep telling me to attend the christening of the king of the next country, right? What do you know about a guy who smells like that? I just want to be here with you like this. “There are too many bugs that get in the way.”
Sleep───
Cecil slowly begins to take off the saint’s clothes that are draped over her body, spitting out empty words with no response.
“Today, I met your sister, Thalia. She was that girl, she was so good at lying. “It really gives me goosebumps.”
How can someone lie so consistently for 10 years?
I told such a terrible lie that I don’t know you.
Soon, she took off the clothes prepared only for saints, which were a mixture of pure white and gold, and touched the golden feather pattern for a moment.
I mercilessly threw away the piece of cloth in my hand as if it were something unclean.
“… ….”
Togak── Togak──
Kkiik───
Slowly climb up the spiral staircase in the middle of a world filled with only madness, where not even the breathing of insignificant creatures can be heard.
What she finally faced was the door to her salvation.
The entrance to heaven.
[Yulㅁㅁㅁ]
In a world returned by the power of a saint, a fragment of her husband’s name was finally brought to mind by forcibly gathering and piecing together her shattered memories.
She stopped in front of the door with that precious memory engraved on it, took a deep breath, carefully opened the door, and took her steps toward heaven.
“… As expected, there is none.”
Unlike other places where there was a picture of a blond-haired man with no face drawn on it, this place maintained a surprisingly neat appearance. What is this place?
“I feel like you will hold me in your arms and whisper love to me at any moment.”
It’s all lying around in an eerily clean room without a single speck of dust.
Nothing special, just a pure white bed.
Apparently, this place is in charge of the bedroom of this crazy little house.
“Maybe it’s okay… Everyone lies and says you’re not there.”
Or, perhaps, the center of an extremely cruel hell.
“Priest Emily, that girl Thalia, Mr. Krail, Uncle Lian… all of them are trying to deceive me.”
This must be paradise.
She had a secret love affair with him.
Filled with joy and joy.
It should be heaven.
“Or, have I gone crazy? “Did you actually not exist from the beginning?”
What filled her mind was.
Just endless emptiness, emptiness, emptiness.
It was only filled with emptiness.
“… Hey, please answer me. “Just like back then, whisper my name in my ear and hold me in your arms.”
A fragile woman struggling in a world full of lies, unable to even breathe, hopes for her salvation.
“… Why, why, why! Are you not answering? You promised to always be by my side. But why, what did I do wrong… To leave me?”
The blonde haired man’s voice, which she wanted so much, could not be heard.
“I finally remembered your name. Because it was really, really hard. Please, come praise me.”
…Julius.
Please.
… ….
In the heart of a saint who, with love and obsession bordering on madness, regained her heart that had been lost in time.
Only endless longing and evil bloomed.