TMD - Chapter 10 < Do you know the night's work? (5) >





Some seemed a little offended, but soon they began to move the loot back to its place.

At that time, a person quietly approached. It was Ronove, who claimed to be a butler.

He was a demon who had a trembling expression as he watched the loot come out. How much did he know about the customs of the human world? I was also watching him closely.

Ronove seemed to be choosing his words and said,

“...After all, many of the Vines have spent a long time fighting in the realm of the night, and many of them are unaware of the trends in the imperial central social circles.”

How often had demons come to a human wedding? I nodded in understanding as I thought about it.

“I thought so. That’s why I’m going to help with the decorations.”

I emphasized,

“I haven’t found any evidence yet that Vines are demons. I don’t want Vines to cause unnecessary misunderstandings in the temple and cause the real demons to avoid the temple’s eyes.”

I felt that the demons became particularly quiet at my words.

I smiled. As if I didn’t believe they were demons at all.

“I’d like to dress it up a bit to fit the imperial fashion so that there are no misunderstandings. What do you think?”

“You’re right.”

Ronove said immediately. Naberus lowered his head.

“If you say so.”

Was Ronove a stronger demon than Naberus? Naberus seemed to immediately follow Ronove’s advice.

Starting with the two demons bowing, the other demons also lowered their heads as if they were completely submissive.

Hoo.

I let out a short sigh.

I knew well how wedding halls were decorated. I had been to two different wedding halls in my past life.

But this was the first time I felt this nervous.

Was it because my opponent was a demon? Or...

‘A night that even gods will forget.’

...Was it because of those words? I felt my mouth dry again.

***

Clang!

The tip of the sword that was clearing the battlefield felt different from usual, somewhat urgent.

Belled frowned as he watched the sword wind blow in a different direction than he wanted.

There were no particularly strong monsters. So he just swung his sword mechanically.

He never really avoided the spray of blood, but today his head tilted slightly.

The blood of the monster that was about to splatter on his cheek brushed past his ear. Even that small contact made him feel uncomfortable for some reason.

The blood of those who had lost their reason after being consumed by magic. The end of a human cursed by a God.

That made him extremely uncomfortable. He hadn’t been happy about it to begin with, but it was even more so.

Why?

‘...It’s also something warm.’

The Saintess who had said that seemed to be irritating him.

Strange. She smelled so delicious.

Until she first came in the carriage, all he could smell was the boring incense from the temple.

‘...Beryl.’

When he met her again at the castle, she smelled completely different. He couldn’t tell if it was because her eyes were showing him a little favor.

The three ends he saw in those eyes were still the same.

She stood before him after dying twice.

“Is it because she died?”

The dead coming back to life is against God’s providence.

According to God, demons were cursed humans who tried to violate God’s providence.

But someone who violated God’s providence and lived a third life was a Saintess who was loved by God. It didn’t make sense.

He twisted his lips.

But he liked both the inconsistent and the distorted.

He hated the God who cursed His people because they used magic and because they didn’t want to rely on God.

That’s why he seemed even happier.

A being who was loved by God but also went against God’s providence.

Does God know that the one He shared His love with was such a being?

—Kyaaaa!

A group of small wolf-shaped monsters rushed at him. He held the sword vertically and swung it back.

Whew!

The sharp magical wind of the sword blew the wolves away. He didn’t even glance at the wolves as they scattered like dry sand castles blown away by the strong wind.

Then he thought of her again.

The demons had lived in cursed bodies for too long. As time passed, they wanted stronger stimulation in their long and boring lives, and they didn’t even react to moderate stimulation.

Belled was the most powerful demon among them, so it was even more so. After consuming the negative emotions of humans for a long time by magically transforming them into energy, he became insensitive to emotions of moderate depth. It was a story that he could no longer use mediocre emotions as energy. Only the despair, anger, and fear of humans that were deeper could satisfy him.

But.

'...!'

The moment he approached. The moment he approached a distance that threw away courtesy. The moment he approached a distance between men and women.

The moment he delved into a distance that a Saintess would never have permitted, intense emotions poured out of Beryl.

Even that was a dizzyingly strong emotion.

He wants to get drunk.

At that moment, an intense desire covered him. To him who could not be stimulated by even the slightest thing, she caused a storm of intense emotions just by standing there.

He felt full at that moment as if he had been preyed upon. However, the moment her gaze was taken away, all that satiety disappeared like a lie.

The further she got away, the more intense it became. And now.

I'm thirsty.

Kang!

His sword collided with the monster’s claws. It was ridiculous.

His sword, which should have cut through claws like pudding, was blocked and lost its strength.

As if it had been starving for a long time. He kept thinking about that woman.

He bit his lips. He wanted to feel that scent, that emotion, that sense of fullness once more.

No, this time, digging in that much wouldn’t be enough.

How could such a strong fear of death and negative emotions like fear burst out from one person?

He wanted to drink deeper, more fully. He was so thirsty that he was going crazy.

Kang!

The sword was blocked again. Belled, who met the monster’s eyes, laughed.

If you’re going crazy, just get drunk.

He wasn’t someone who had learned how to control his desires. He was a predator who would definitely get what he wanted.

Phuuk!

His sword, which had been blocked in one spot, pierced through the monster’s body.

!?

The monsters hesitated as the momentum suddenly changed. Belled’s smile deepened.

He didn’t have time.

Postponing a meal didn’t suit his aesthetics.

***

The monsters near the castle of Vine had dried up. There wouldn’t be any monsters appearing for a while.

Not only that, but Belled had cleared a wider area than usual. It was to make sure that the wedding would be held without any problems.

That’s why it took a lot of time. He had no intention of complying with the temple’s will that couples should not see each other’s faces before marriage, but it ended up that way unintentionally.

Hehehe!

The horse, unable to calm down, stopped near the wedding hall. He gestured to Ronove, who had already approached.

“Are the clothes ready?”

“Everything is ready. I’ll show you right away.”

Belled got off the horse right away. As soon as he got off the horse, the horse walked into the stable on its own.

However, no one found that strange.

Belled followed Ronove in without even looking at the horse’s back.

“Everything is prepared here.”

Belled didn’t need much help getting dressed. He needed a little help getting his makeup done, but that was it.

A splendid uniform with silver decorations and imperial medals fluttering around his shoulders. His gaze coldly brushed past the medals bestowed by the Emperor and passed over them.

It was a troublesome thing that he wanted to throw away, but he had no choice.

It was not yet time to confront the temple head-on. Especially not now that he had obtained a clue to change the future.

Belled thought back to his changed last days.

“Was there anything wrong with the preparations for the wedding?”

“That...”

Ronove bowed his head for a moment at the question he asked while getting dressed and then said,

“The Saintess intervened.”

Belled looked back at Ronove at those words. He frowned slightly without realizing it and tried to briefly recall the word Saintess.

His mouth felt rough as if he had chewed sand.

“So?”

He did not expect the demons to listen even if Beryl had intervened.

They were those who obeyed power in the first place. No matter how much they pretended to be human, it was obvious that they would have acted as they pleased.

He was just curious about how that woman would have reacted. Belled recalled Beryl’s flushed face that he had seen a while ago.

However, Ronove gave an answer that was different from what he had expected.

“They did as she said.”


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