79 – Punishment
Late in the evening, after a rather intense ‘act of communication’ between Julius and Cecil.
Cecil was sitting in the middle of the rooftop of a small two-story house located across from the main gate of the Central Church, giving off a naughty atmosphere, with her delicate body curled up.
“What should I do? If I continue like this, I’ll really die again. “My heart won’t stop pounding.”
A word muttered so softly that no one can hear it.
Judging from those words, it seems that this love-crazy devil was sitting on the rooftop alone like this because his heart was so pounding.
“Why is it so hot? “I’m starting to sweat.”
Cecil was flapping her hands and fanning her face.
When I looked closely at Cecil’s face through the darkness, I saw that her earlobes were stained bright red, like a burning flame.
“How great it would be if time stopped like this forever.”
She let out an incoherent sound and then twitched her slender forearm that was wrapped around her curled leg.
Sharak─
A long time ago, a rustling sound was heard as the cheap brown skirt and luxurious pure white blouse, which she had purchased after much deliberation at the market in Darkana, clashed against each other.
Her Cecile slowly lifted her own arm and touched her own lips, which were stained with her bright red. Red blood appeared on her pure white fingers.
It was evidence showing that she had passionately lusted after Julius’ blood.
“…… “It was so sweet.”
A single word flows from between glossy lips.
Smelling the faintly fishy scent of blood, Cecil thought back to the ecstatic time she had had earlier.
“How can Julius be so attractive? “In fact, isn’t my husband capable of mind reading?”
Julius viciously grabbed her by her delicate shoulders and asked her if she would drink his blood.
Cecile’s heart almost burst when she sensed the wild nature of a man secretly hidden in her noble appearance and figure.
“I like Julius who is always kind and gentle, but I also like Julius who is rough like that.”
Cecile spits out her words, her cheeks blushing and her legs stomping around like a girl.
She continued to struggle with her body for a long time.
She spoke until she heard the faint caw of a crow at her feet.
-Caw.
“…Huh? “What’s going on?”
Cecil tilted her head, looking at the little crow creeping up from her own shadow.
Before she knew it, her tone had also changed to that of old-fashioned Nir Hill.
-Caw, caw!
“Yes, I see.”
-Caw.
“Leila cried again. “That child, too, met the wrong mother and suffered greatly.”
-Caw, caw! Caw!
“Okay. Okay. I will stop blaming myself now. Anyway, thanks for letting me know. Black man. Tell Piyak to keep an eye on Layla.
Cecil, a familiar with the shape of a jackdaw, emerged from her own shadow, nodding and answering the words of the raven.
Judging from the content of the words. It seems that the words that came out of the crow’s mouth were new news about Layra.
-Caw!
“…… Okay, goodbye.”
With a short greeting, the black man disappears into the shadows.
Cecile began to open her mouth as a mother, not as the lovelorn girl she had shown before.
“…… Actually, I want to meet you right now. “Layla.”
It seemed a very frightening sight as she spoke with the blood of the child’s father, Julius, on her lips, but Cecil did not care about her behavior and continued speaking.
“If I just get the scepter back, I can become perfect again. So, Layra. “Please wait a little longer.”
Thinking of Leila, who must have been receiving a lot of attention from the villagers in Kente Village, Cecil obsessively mentioned the word scepter.
“Yes, as long as you have a scepter.”
Long ago, she was a cursed holy object that reduced her from being a saint to a demon, the king’s scepter.
Although it was clearly something she would never want to think about again, Cecil seemed to want the scepter.
“…Yes, as long as you have the scepter, you can avoid being hated by Layra and even defeat Julius. “You must find it!”
A strange word comes out of the mouth of Cecil, who was showing a bit of maturity while talking about Layra.
As expected, Julius also seemed to have a large share in the reason why this love-struck devil was desperately searching for an unidentified sacred object called the ‘King Scepter’.
“Ugh! As I talked about Julius, my body started to heat up again. “My heart is pounding again, maybe it’s good!”
Thinking of the image of the blond-haired man who filled her mind with laughter just by saying his name, Cecil threw away all sense of dignity and began rolling around on the roof.
“Julius! I like you! “Live with me forever!”
Cecil shouts so loudly that it echoes throughout Darkana.
Really, it seemed like he didn’t know what shame was.
***
Meanwhile, at the same time in Kentemaeul, Reira was trudging down the street with her face a mess.
A small road lined with smooth stones, and colorful maple leaves flaunting their beauty on the side of the road.
It was a path leading to Mila’s mansion.
Looking at Layla’s face as she walked in the middle of it all, her cute face, which always had a faint smile, was stained with her tears.
The bright eyes are red and puffy.
“…Mom, I miss you.”
Layla was whining with an unusual expression in her mouth.
Kryle, the representative of the punishing angel Raynel, spoke to such a girl with a mischievous smile.
“Little one, don’t you like the gift? “Then should I take it back?”
“… ….”
After hearing her words, Leila lowered her head slightly without stopping her steps and looked at the clothes she was wearing.
I saw a pure white dress that fit her tiny body like a lie.
She was a woman who came to Ken Theme and met her. It was a gift from Rosa, the owner of her clothing store. Surprisingly, it was something that her own mother Cecile had specially ordered, something she had wanted to see so much.
Rayla, who was looking at her precious one-piece dress from afar, slowly raised her head towards her crown.
Although small, she conveyed her words clearly and clearly. She didn’t even make a sound with her tongue like always.
“…… If you take it, we will be done forever, mister.”
“No, it was just a joke.”
“Really, it’s the end.”
“… ….”
Rayra threatened Kryle, who always plays her mischievous pranks on her every single day. With those words, she kept her mouth shut and let her little girl know. I just played with my feet.
“Hey, let’s go together! “What are you going to do if you fall?”
“… ….”
She heard Cryil’s voice behind her, but Layra was so lost in her own world that she didn’t hear it. No, she heard, but she ignored it.
“…… Mom mom.”
Layra unconsciously put the word “Mother” In her mouth again.
Ever since receiving her white dress as a gift, Rayla has continued to call her mother in this way. She tried to hold back, but when she couldn’t, she made her child feel like she was broken.
Layla says that patience is her specialty. No matter how much he misses his father, Julius, and no matter how much he misses hearing stories about his mom. I always held it in, pressing it into my small chest, and endured it again and again.
But after coming to Kente Village. When she found out that her mother, who she had assumed was dead, was really alive, and received a portrait and a gift from Cecil, Rayra cried twice a day.
And after that, impatience lingered in her child’s heart.
‘I miss my mom. The feeling of ‘I want to see her right now!’
“I miss my dad too.”
She was Layla, who wanted to see not only her but also her father.
“Layla, I’ve always been curious about this.”
Krail, who was leisurely walking behind her, tilted her head and spoke to the words that came out of her child’s mouth.
“What is it, man? I’m busy now. “I don’t have time to play with you.”
“…… “Did you always talk like that?”
“Of course. I’m not a kid anymore. “I mean, a lady.”
“Layla, ladies are adults. And her grown-up can’t wait to see her mom and her dad.”
“… ….”
Cryil’s warning At her young words, Rayla became completely mute.
“…… Eww.”
No matter how much she turned her clever brain this way and that, she couldn’t think of anything to say to Kryle that would hit her.
Rayla eventually announced her surrender to Krail.
“Okay. Man, I lost. “I’ll play with you especially until you go home.”
“What is this peanut-sized girl saying?
“So what am I curious about?”
“… ….”
Krail stared blankly for a moment at Layla, who looked strangely adult and unlucky, and then touched her chin where her rough beard had come up.
She continued speaking while gently feeding the top of Layra’s head with her honey chestnuts.
“Little one, don’t you hate your father?”
“Don’t curse at Dad. And I’m going to tell my dad later that he hit me.”
“Ha, do whatever you want. “I wonder why I am now a slave to the Julius family because of some crime I committed in my past life.”
“… ….”
“Why aren’t you saying anything? If it’s difficult to pronounce, just say it. Even short-tongued sounds are cute in their own way.”
“Don’t be a fool. Oh!”
After being caught by Krail’s trick, she let out a short sound with her tongue again and Man Rayra looked like she was crying.
Kryle looked at Layla and laughed.
“So, don’t turn around and tell me straight, kid. “Why do you like Julius?”
“Why is it good? That’s right…”
“Really?”
“It’s cool.”
“Is that the end?”
“Of course it’s not the end. “Dad is much more handsome than you, has more money than you, is taller than you, is better at fighting than you, and is better than you…”
“Stop, stop, stop!”
“Heh, you understand now, right? “How great my dad is.”
Rayla, who had succeeded in picking at Krail with her claws, placed her hands on her waist and then shrugged her shoulders.
That appearance was exactly the same as when Cecil ‘punished’ the women who had clung to Julius.
Cryil was shocked as he looked at Layla like that.
“You little girl, you’re going to be in big trouble when you get married later.”
“…… Why?”
“The more I look at you, the more you resemble your mother. “To the point where it’s scary.”
“Uh, Mom? Do you look like your mom? Really?”
At the word ‘mom’ that came out of Kryil’s mouth, Layla’s eyes widened and she started swinging her arms while holding on to the sleeve of Kryil’s clothes.
Krail stopped in his tracks due to the child’s rampage.
“Don’t shake it, kid. Now I’m old too. “It is time to receive support.”
“Well, don’t do that. “Tell me, do you really look like me and your mom?”
Rayra desperately wanted to know more about her mother and asked Krail a question.
Seeing Leila beginning to use her evil powers, her gray-haired interrogator nodded with a shocked expression.
“They look alike and they just look the same? “If you shrink your mother Cecil down to size, she’ll just be you, little girl.”
“Really? “Do we look that much alike?”
“I can even believe they are sisters. So, Julius doesn’t know you well… ….”
“What?”
“No. Nothing.”
“Wow, that looks suspicious.”
She felt like she had half-heard a secret that wasn’t a secret, but Leila willingly decided to let it go.
It wasn’t because of her gratitude and respect for Krail, who always took care of her.
What immediately lifted Layla’s depressed mood was a single word from the mouth of none other than Krail.
‘They look alike and they just look the same?’
“hehehehe, it’s the same.”
Of course, she had seen Cecile’s portrait, so she knew that she looked like her mother.
But she didn’t feel it.
Yes, her child, Leila Tapnell, had no memory of her own mother, Cecil.
So, Rayla’s mood improved after hearing Krail’s words.
Cryla Raynell was a close friend of her father, Julius Tapnell, so close that they could almost be said to be one in the same body.
She felt much more real than when she saw the portrait.
She says she looks exactly like her mother.
“Heungheung, good! Squeak! Come out here. “Let’s run a race with me!”
-Beep!
Rayla, who was in a good mood after hearing Cryil’s words, cried out as she felt some of her impatience disappear within her.
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For some reason, I wanted to run. I don’t know why.
“Now, it’s a race to see who gets to her dad’s house first, okay?”
-Beep!
“Ah, Beep is not allowed to fly. Wings are foul.”
-Beep?
“Kid, this guy has something I’m curious about.”
“…… Huh? What else!”
“… ….”
Rayla, who was about to run away with a sigh, stopped her steps and turned her head when Kryle’s words seemed a little heavy to her.
What is reflected in her clear eyes that resemble Cecil in her childhood and that seem to contain the clear autumn sky.
A gray-haired interrogator with a slightly more serious expression than usual.
“What’s wrong, uncle? Did I eat something wrong?”
“What if, what if. “What would you do if a devil who looked exactly like your mother came to visit you?”
“…… Uh?”
As Kryle’s words penetrated the ears of Layla, who was known as a prodigy, the child suddenly remembered a certain possibility.
It is a terrifying possibility that is scary to even dare to mention.
But even for a moment, Rayra shook her head and began to open her mouth.
“A devil that looks just like your mother?”
She decided to ignore the possibilities that crossed her mind.
Of course, all the villagers said in unison.
Cecil Lionelta had a passionate love affair with Julius during the day when the sun was up.
So, Crayle’s words are indeed an assumption.
As someone who walks the path of becoming a priest, it’s probably like a test you’re used to hearing.
After organizing her thoughts like that, Leila concluded her words with a surprisingly bright smile.
“Of course I have to call her dad or uncle and defeat her. “What is that, it feels bad.”
“…… I see.”
“P, it’s not fun. Uh? Where did Beep go! “You disappeared again?”
Rayla realized that Biyak had disappeared in the moment she was answering Kryil’s words, and started running along her path, shaking her head back and forth.
But fortunately, even as Layla turned her head to look for Piyak, she did not turn her head to the back where Kryle was.
If he had seen Cryle’s face now, the child who could safely be called a genius would have realized.
He must have realized why his mother, who was thought to be dead, was still alive.
Crash──
Numerous fallen leaves are falling, following the footsteps of a child running vigorously.
For some reason, those fallen leaves looked truly ominous.
It’s as if it’s telling the child what the future will be like.