210 – Full story
The life of a devil is long.
This does not mean that they are a long-lived species, but that they are immortal and will never experience death once they are born.
Also, because they are born with the trait of strength, most of them never experience death and can live as they please without feeling that much fear.
Being strong isn’t just about your body.
Their mental strength is strong, so they do not suffer from depression like the long-lived elves. I don’t feel sad when a family member I used to live with dies. To begin with, demons have no sense of cooperation.
…Because you don’t feel affection, you don’t feel guilty, you don’t get bored because you seek stimulation, and because you’re strong, you don’t often feel unfair, and you never feel shame.
…They feel bored easily, so they like to wander, and they often feel curious, as if they want to spend their immortal lives without getting bored.
because,
The feelings of vengeance, hatred, and anger were unfamiliar concepts to them.
A great war, and the betrayal of the god they followed.
It is stimulating because it is unfamiliar.
Because it is stimulating, it is easily accepted.
Like that, all the demons were angry at once as if they had kissed each other, and they resented revenge on the god who betrayed them.
However, they wanted to take revenge on the god they betrayed, but they had no time to know how to act to get revenge.
In the first place, is it possible to kill the demon, the power of denial itself?
How else can I reach out my hand in search of the disappeared Demon God?
In the end, the ugly devil with a broken horn just wandered around the demon world aimlessly. I set out to find the object of revenge that had already disappeared. Even though I knew it was a meaningless step, I couldn’t stop.
Until I encountered an angel.
‘Do you want revenge?’
‘…who?’
‘I’m Kylie’s descendant.’
The angel, who had just said what he wanted to say, handed the small swaddle over to the one-horned devil.
The one-horned devil stopped his legs and looked at the life in his hands.
Kylie’s descendants? A life so faint is such a strong descendant of Kylie? Yuma couldn’t believe the angel’s words, that the blood clot that was nothing special and seemed ready to explode if he applied even the slightest force was Kylie’s descendant.
Just as he was about to flounder in doubt, a white, small hand grabbed Yuma’s finger.
“…under.”
The devil’s life has stopped.
*
A bedroom in Dawn.
Yuma secretly met golden eyes through her open eyelids.
“How many times have you passed out?”
“…Are you asking about that?”
“What else can I do? Oh. I’ve heard so many amazing things, I want to make sure this place is a dream.”
“Um, maybe two hours.”
Lucia supported Yuma’s back to make it easier for him to get up. As if the shock hadn’t gone away, Yuma found it hard to even lean against the wall.
“…Not only did my legs lose strength, but I also lost my mind. Well, even when I think about it, it’s absurd.”
“Was it that shocking?”
“…Well, I’m not sure.”
Yuma continued speaking while staring blankly into space.
“It seems certain that life has been completely denied.”
“…Maybe I should have not told you.”
“It’s a bit funny to say this in front of you, but that’s just the way it is. It’s a volatile personal opinion, so don’t worry about it.”
“…I see.”
Lucia looked at Yuma with pitiful eyes. The feeling of betrayal must have been so great that Yuma no longer even calls Lucia “maiden.” Why did things end up like this?
If you think about it all, the cause was the bastard who lied and said he was Kylie’s descendant. Maybe he was a teenager who tricked a complete stranger into thinking he was Kylie’s child.
Yuma also gave a bitter look to Lucia, who often showed mixed feelings.
“Of course. How embarrassed you must have been. Reincarnation? It’s still a bit hard to believe that such a ridiculous thing could happen, but to be reborn 500 years later, the family founded by a child you never had is still standing.”
“Do you believe me?”
“What’s the use of denying it? I feel it now. You are Kylie.”
“Do we still have old feelings? I’m thankful for some reason…”
“Why are you hiding your identity?”
A probing question.
Lucia kept her mouth shut.
“And, what is the reason you revealed your identity now?”
“…Keuhum.”
Soon, Lucia started fanning her hands and cleared her throat repeatedly. I thought it would be over with a simple handshake, but there was no way it would just go away.
I wanted to just swallow the sweet water, but the Yuma in front of me had his eyes wide open as if he was going to attack me at any moment if I didn’t tell him the truth, so for a moment I felt like I was in trouble…
Lucia had the courage to see this through to the end.
“I… I thought you still hated me. You know I was so weak when I was young. If even a little bit of your anger had touched me, I would have died.”
“It’s a disgrace. Did you think I was such a petty woman?”
“…Because it is a horn that has been broken off so that you can live in shame for the rest of your life.”
“I didn’t feel any shame.”
Yuma slowly turned his head to Lucia. The emptiness that kept rising in her heart seemed to have blown away the anger that should have been there. so,
Right now, I wanted to let out my inner thoughts that I normally wouldn’t say.
“All the demons have died. There is no one left who can make fun of me even after seeing my miserable appearance.”
“…I couldn’t help it, because at that time, if I didn’t kill him, we would die.”
“no.”
I shook my head slowly, but this time I felt a clear sense of power.
“How many would an individual have killed?”
“then…?”
“The demon killed him.”
The candle on the table fluctuated, and objects around it trembled. Yuma spoke with rare anger.
The weight of the words was different. This was the first time I had seen Yuma like this since he was reincarnated.
“Can you believe it? The demon god burned our demons, who were not afraid to sacrifice their lives for him, as if they were sacrifices purely for his own comfort. Still, there were more than 10,000 of them left… I still can’t believe it.”
“…”
“Because of that, the only remaining demons are the thirty-one in the Dawn Castle. We searched not only the continent but also the entire Demon Realm, and collected them for 500 years, but in the meantime, several people died…”
Lucia swallowed her surprise at Yuma’s trembling lips. To hear her words straight… Breaking the horn was really nothing.
“…Is this Korean food that won’t deteriorate even after 500 years?”
“Wounds received from enemies and wounds received from allies have different weights. I guess the feeling of betrayal was as great as the trust I had.”
Yuma let out a long sigh. It’s not an ordinary sigh. Every time he exhaled, his shoulders shrank and his back bent, making the viewer feel sorry for him.
However, at the same time, I felt relieved.
‘I understand now.’
That bloody Yuma. The reason why the devils, who were so cruel and determined not to let their hands go, kept the children in this humble village for 500 years has been revealed.
And one more thing.
‘Shiron is not connected to me by even a single drop of blood…!’
“…What are you so happy about? You’re grinning and smiling unpleasantly.”
Yuma stared at Lucia, who was suddenly breaking down in confusion.
“Is my appearance that funny?”
“Oh, no. It’s not like that…”
“It’s okay. I know I look funny.”
“…”
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“Somehow, I thought there had been no progress for 500 years, but there was a good reason.”
Yuma closed his eyes tightly. Then, countless people’s faces flashed through my mind.
Prien.
These poor people filled their entire lives with struggle just because of the pride that they were descendants of warriors. It continued into the present era and reached a man named Siron.
Soon, tears flowed from Yuma’s eyes.
“I feel so sorry that I feel like I’m dying. I feel sorry for the other demons as well as the Priens who inspired their pride and made them live as berserkers for 500 years…”
“Well, aren’t you glad you came and saw the results now? What do you mean… you killed three people?”
Lucia hurriedly wiped away Yuma’s tears. Because of the 500 years of harm she had endured, she felt like she wanted to drag herself down, but she was able to hold on because there was some good news.
“After 500 years, it finally came to fruition. If it weren’t for you, the apostles would have continued to function just fine, and Siron wouldn’t have been born.”
“Young master… I feel so sorry to you, too, that I feel like I’m dying. Well, what should we do, our poor master?”
“hmm…”
“Young Master… What should I do, Young Master? You are so weak, sigh. There is no need to bear the karma of a warrior. Whip.”
Lucia crossed her arms and looked at Yuma, who was sobbing.
‘…That guy lives really well in the empire?’
Although she sympathized with Prien as a poor family, she had no sympathy for Siron.
‘The prince is also beaten. uh? I’m going to spend a lot of money, and I’m going to have a lot of s*x with my ‘pretty sisters’…’
Lucia had never seen anyone who enjoyed life as well as Shiron did. Her life is more than that of Kylie, a warrior 500 years ago who was revered by people and also carried expectations. I thought Siron’s life was much better.
Sniff.
Then a thought suddenly occurred to me.
‘This guy. Are you sorry to Siron and not to me? ‘They sold their name for 500 years and never apologized.’
“Hmm, Yuma?”
“Why, why are you calling me?”
Yuma answered after wiping away his tears with his sleeve.
“Don’t you have something to say to me too?”
“…What do you mean?”
“…Well, think about it carefully. You probably have something to say to me like you did to Shiron.”
“What are we going to do?”
Yuma glared at Lucia with wide eyes.
“Now that I think about it, why don’t you have the Holy Sword?”
“…Why does that suddenly come out?”
Lucia opened her eyes wide and stared at Yuma. While he was bowing down and bowing, he was truly embarrassed as he did not know that the arrow was heading towards him.
“Why are you coming out? I knew you hid that you were Kylie, so it’s only natural to remember the whereabouts of the Holy Sword…?”
‘…Then, did you compete with Kylie, who kept hiding her identity?’
Yuma couldn’t even finish his sentence properly due to the sudden rush of thoughts.
The young master who fainted after being beaten in the training hall, Lucia who crossed the lake even without Prien, the young master who gave up his own weapon for his younger brothers…
Clap la la rock-
Like a flash, something from the past came to mind. My breathing became increasingly difficult. Looking back on the past, Yuma was very annoyed at Lucia for hiding her identity and not telling him. While you were going through that hard time, Lucia was hiding behind you and sucking honey.
“If you had revealed your identity in the first place, wouldn’t you have had to take on the hero’s burden?”
Perhaps because of that reaction, my interest in poetry grew stronger.
“What, what?”
“Isn’t it because you avoided responsibility and acted carelessly that you suffered for no reason by shouldering the hero’s burden? No matter how much I think about it, I think it would be the right providence for you to apologize to the young master.”
Yuma, who came to his senses, jumped up from the bed.
Siron’s face suddenly appeared in my mind. solid body. A hot night. A sense of faithfulness as the space that had been empty for thousands of years is filled… Crucially, there is even a declaration that Yuma will be given freedom as long as he is not a descendant of a hero. When Yuma thought about Shiron, his face not only turned red, but his eyes even became red.
‘Ah, master. What kind of fight have you been fighting?’
Sniff-
“What a noble sacrifice this is. The appearance of fighting against the gods, shouldering a false fate despite not being a descendant of a warrior. No one forced it, but willing to bear a great destiny with that young body…”
“Did you turn?”
“It’s the same as it was in the past and now that your speech is vulgar and vulgar.”
The moment Yuma shot a piercing gaze at Lucia.
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– Excuse me while I’m talking.
“Will you be all right for a moment?”
Glenn, with a troubled face, entered through the open door.
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