ICTV - Side Story 12
I change The Villain
Seeing that, I immediately felt playful. I said immediately, running my thumb across Belial's lips like he had done to me. And I said with a provocative smile.
"Yes, you have to say it."
"..."
Belial's face immediately lit up. I whispered into Belial's ear.
"Tell me quickly what prize you want to receive."
Belial quickly avoided my eyes and spoke in a low voice.
"I mean, that's it."
"Why is your voice suddenly quiet, Belial? Didn't you want to win an award?"
I looked at Belial with mischievous eyes.
Belial still avoided my eyes and hesitated in answering. At that time, I hugged Belial's neck. And I touched Belial's lips.
Belial's eyes widened. I said, still hugging Belial.
"I'm sorry. I actually knew what award you wanted."
"...It's too much, Rose."
Belial said poignantly. My body trembled, I couldn't hold back any longer and hugged Belial.
"Whose husband is you that makes you so cute?!"
"Of course, I'm cute because I'm your husband."
"You are truly the cutest and most loving husband in the world."
I rubbed my face against Belial's cheek. Then I stopped.
"Why are you doing this all of a sudden?"
"No. I just suddenly had this thought."
"What are you thinking?"
"I think people really change when they have someone they truly love."
Mera, who had been unconsciously so stubborn, really changed after meeting Damian. I thought of Mera, who was drinking tea at Damian's flower shop right now.
But that thought didn't last long. This was because Belial unexpectedly kissed me.
Belial said playfully as he parted his lips.
"Anything you do, you have to do it right."
"... That too."
The two kissed again with the sea in the background. The sound of the waves crashing, the sound of the heart pounding, the sound of each other's breathing, it was all so nice to hear. The two slightly parted their lips and looked at each other.
I asked.
"Doesn't your arm hurt?"
"Yes, not at all. I can hold you all day if you want."
"..."
It was definitely very comfortable and nice to be like this. I slowly started to feel lazy again because I couldn't give up on my own habits. But I quickly shook my head.
"I'll just walk."
"Do you want to do that?"
"Yes."
Belial immediately put me down. I planted my feet on the sand and looked back at Belial.
"Oh, don't misunderstand that. It feels so comfortable and nice to be held by you. But now I just want to walk on my own feet."
I spoke clearly.
"I want to walk side by side with you."
Belial's face heated up again. It's really cute, I looked at Belial with my eyes lovingly and held out my hand.
"Yes."
Belial nodded, immediately taking the hand. I smiled brightly. Even though we were barely holding hands and walking together, I gained an unfounded confidence that if we continued like this in the future, we would be able to overcome anything together.
As I leaned against Belial's shoulder, I thought again, something I had already done countless times, and would do countless times in the future.
Ah, I am so happy.
***
"Walk quickly!"
"If you use a stupid trick, you'll end up in a bad situation!"
The wounded child walked with his wrists bound, then slowly raised his head. People wearing clothes that were so precious and flashy that they could not be compared to themselves were talking with bright faces.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
"Oh, it's really beautiful."
"This is an item secretly custom-made for the leader. What do you think, do you like it?"
"I wonder if I can receive such a precious item. Ha, thank you so much."
"The crown studded with diamonds, rubies, and sapphires was shining brightly under the sun. If you wear this and participate in this week's ritual, you will be able to further enhance the dignity of our church."
"Hehe, it will suit you well. I'm really looking forward to the ceremony."
The eyes of the child who was staring blankly at the crown slowly widened. At that time, men holding whips and standing around them suddenly waved their whips in the air and shouted.
"What are you doing! Don't walk too fast!"
"Do you really want to get into trouble? Walk quickly!"
But the child heard nothing. Even when the man whipped the whip at the child, the child stood there as if nailed to him.
The moment he saw that crown, he stopped feeling neither the throbbing pain in his body nor the mind-numbing hunger.
All he could think was that he wanted that crown.
***
The child had nothing from the time he was born.
Not only were the parents incompetent and irresponsible, but they liked drinking and gambling and even lost their fortune by falling into a religion that was legally prohibited by the empire.
He thought he would stop religious activities now that he had no more money to give, but that was just a child's vain hope.
The parents sacrificed their son as a servant, saying they needed to look good to the church. The child was abandoned like that and had to clean the building until his limbs were shaking.
The child, who had a very smiley and affectionate personality, gradually became drier. He didn't want to have children or do anything. People eating and sleeping in the same building whispered to each other, wondering what kind of kid could be so greedy, but the kid didn't even pay them any attention.
All he could think was that he wanted to quit everything and rest comfortably. Then one day it happened. While being taken with other servants under surveillance to clean another building, he saw a believer offering a Crown that looked like something out of a storybook to the religious leader. It was the child's first time seeing such a gorgeous and beautiful object, and he was completely fascinated by the crown.
Until now, the child has maintained his senses and lived in any situation. Unlike other servants, he never offered to eat more bread or stole other people's belongings from his room. So the child thought that he had a non-greedy personality. But he wasn't like that at all. The only thing he could do was keep his composure because there was nothing he wanted as much as the crown.
The child thought only of that crown day and night. Since he was willing to die, all he could think about was wanting to use it on his head.
And the more times the child looked at the crown, the more the child felt his greed growing inside him. Fortunately or unfortunately, the child worked diligently and never touched other people's belongings, so despite his young age, he was one of the cleaners in the treasure house where the church's valuable items were stored.
Every time the child saw the crown displayed in a glass coffin, his stomach twisted. He had many other valuable things, but the child only longed for the crown, which was more dazzling than the sun.
Then one day it happened.
For some reason, the religious leader did not wear the crown during this ceremony. It was to wear a crown gifted by another believer. The new crown that was given as a gift was quite beautiful, but in the child's eyes, it was still the best.
The child was unable to concentrate throughout the ceremony. Just yesterday, while devouring bread at the restaurant, he heard a rumor that the cult leader was going to call a wizard next week and put a spell on each and every item stored in the treasure trove so that no one except him could touch them.
The child swallowed dry saliva. He couldn't focus his mind, thinking that by next week his opportunity would be gone forever. So, taking advantage of the moment when everyone was concentrating on the ritual, he secretly hid in the treasure trove.
The crown was shining dazzlingly inside the glass tube.
He's really only using it once, just once. Since he's e worked so far, it might be okay to try it out at least once.
The child rationalized himself like that and opened the lid of the glass tube.
The crown was very heavy. But the child gritted his teeth and took the crown out of the glass tube. And he hugged it tightly. His eyes naturally heated up at the cold feel and heavy weight of the crown.
He finally got to touch this crown. Now all he have to do is try this crown on his head. Then he had no choice but to die right away.
It was the moment when the child was about to put the crown on his head.
"Do you like it?"
The child almost dropped the crown at the sudden voice he heard from somewhere. The child turned his head and hugged the crown again.
"...Who are you?"
A man was standing there. The child looked blankly at the man. The man with long silver hair was the most beautiful person the child had ever seen. But he also looked just as dangerous.
Who on earth is that person?
He has never seen anyone like that in the church.
It was the moment when the child sat down without realizing it. The man came closer to the child. And he admired the crown.
"It's very beautiful. In some ways, it is more ornate than the crown worn by the current Emperor. In a way, it's natural for you to want it."
The man said, smiling softly.
"But if someone who is not a member of the royal family owns such an extravagant crown, something very dangerous could happen."
The child had no choice but to ask.
"...Dangerous work?"
"Yes. The reason the location of this place was discovered right away is because of that crown."
With those words, someone screamed outside. The child's body trembled. The man glanced toward the door and sighed.
"This."
And the man came closer to the child. Then he lowered his body and made eye contact with the child.
"Are you scared of me?"
The child nodded slightly.
"It's a big deal. Rose told me to always be good to a child."
"... Rose?"
The man answered coolly.
"She is the most beautiful and wise wife in the world."
Was he married?
The child looked at the man with startled eyes. The man was still young, beautiful, and dangerous. Then the man stretched out his hand.
"Give it to me. That is too dangerous for you."
The child looked down at the crown. The crown was still shining brightly even in this dangerous situation. The child answered with difficulty.
"No. I do not want."
The interest in the man's eyes became even deeper.
"Even though having it puts you in danger?"
"I don't care if I die. I want this."
The man couldn't help but be amazed.
"You're a greedy kid."
"..."
The child could not refute. Even now, his greed for the crown is several times greater than his fear of death. While the child was fiddling with the crown, the man burst into laughter. The child looked at the man with wide eyes. The man who was already so beautiful became several times more beautiful the moment he smiled.
When the child was looking at the man as if fascinated, the man stopped laughing and spoke in a friendly tone.
"But it's better to give it up now. If you have that...."
The child spoke before the man finished speaking.
"No, I do not want. Better kill me."
The man asked, still maintaining eye contact with the child.
"What if I give you something better than that?"
"What...?"
"Literally."
The man asked again.
"If I give you better things, will you give up that crown?"
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