Curse.
Contrary to the feeling given by that eerie word, Belled’s gaze toward me was not sharp.
That’s why I could quickly figure out what he meant.
Curse.
“...You wish I could become a devil?”
If I were to be cursed like he had been a long time ago, I could become a devil.
Belled nodded slightly to my question.
“Yes, but.”
Then he slowly closed and opened his eyes as if he was enduring something.
“I gave up.”
I looked at him. Belled stroked my cheek and continued.
“I heard that you had the same worries a long time ago. I didn’t understand you back then, though.”
Belled continued slowly. As if it was hard for him to speak.
“I think I now know how difficult it is for humans.”
He let out a short sigh.
“In addition to the physical changes and pain that humans go through to become devils... above all else.”
His hand repeatedly stroked my cheek.
“How many people would want their loved ones to feel rejected by the world?”
He smiled regretfully.
“...The feeling of being rejected by the world...”
Beryl repeated those memorable words.
I was used to people being hostile to me. However, being used to it didn’t mean I didn’t get hurt.
Now, my status as a Saintess at least covered up the hostility of people. But what if that hostility were to pour out on .e raw?
"...”
I thought the pastoral was getting colder. The hostile gazes of people seemed to fill my head.
It was when I unconsciously gripped Belled’s shoulder tightly, feeling as if I was sweating coldly.
“...I wasn’t delicate.”
Sigh.
Belled gently lifted my hand and kissed the tip of my finger. Then he took my hand and whispered,
“Do you have any other questions?”
As he spoke, his voice was gentle as if he could answer anything.
As if it didn’t matter if I continued asking you dozens or hundreds of questions here. As if I could answer them as much as I wanted.
That’s why I bit my lips slightly.
Maybe it was because of his gentle atmosphere, but the questions kept piling up.
I was curious about him. I was so curious about what he thought of me.
“...Since when.”
That’s why she asked another question.
“Since when did you like me?”
Belled tilted his head slightly. Then he smiled brightly.
“Um, I think it was the first night.”
It might have been before that.
He seemed a little worried.
“I’m not sure when it seeped in.”
Could the word “seeped in” really sound this sweet? I blushed.
Then I suddenly recalled the memory of the first night.
“Back then... you said you didn’t love me.”
“You don’t love me. ”
“That might have been the case.”
The conversation that night seemed to be clearly engraved in my head.
But the words that followed.
“But I don’t know now.”
“I think I was wavering even then.”
I opened my mouth slightly at the vivid memory.
He narrowed his eyes.
“I was foolish.”
I should have been a little more certain then. Then you wouldn’t have suffered and worried for so long.
Sigh.
Belled, who had kissed me, let out a short sigh.
“I was so foolish. Not knowing is no excuse.”
He hugged me again and whispered his story.
“I didn’t know what love was. I didn’t believe in it. I thought it was some kind of possessiveness.”
His words tickled my ear through his soft voice.
“The feeling of getting excited just by looking at you, wanting to carve me into you, but not being able to touch you, and only clenching my fist until it bleeds.”
I unconsciously opened Belled’s hand at those words. Belled laughed softly.
As if there was no wound, he kissed my hand again and whispered.
“Thinking that you can change and destroy me as much as you want, thinking that you can do anything to me...”
He said, holding my face in his hands and holding me close to him.
“That kind of self-destructive emotion is love, that’s the first time I realized.”
Self-destructive. I couldn’t stop listening to him.
Sometimes harsh words like curse or self-destruction would grab all of my nerves, but when I heard the content, the words were infinitely sweet.
I couldn’t miss a single word. It was as if I was addicted.
I wanted to keep hearing them.
“If this twisted heart is okay,”
Belled whispered to me.
“I want to give you a better world.”
He said, kissing the bridge of my nose.
“I love you, Beryl.”
What he had described as a twisted heart was enough to melt away my anxiety and worry.
As if asking permission, he kissed my forehead and repeatedly left his mark on my body as if waiting for an answer.
“...”
So I gently held his face with both hands and turned to me.
And as if telling him to look, I looked at him and slowly kissed his forehead.
And just as he did, I kissed the bridge of his nose and the tip of his nose, and then gently cupped his upper lip.
“Ah...”
Who is Imperial Kenar?
No one in Imperial society did not know him.
The beloved cousin of His Majesty the current Emperor.
Even without any special title, he was an influential person who could talk down the nobles of the imperial society with just his bloodline and favor.
He was also raised preciously.
That was why this was his first time experiencing something like this.
'Ugh, ugh!'
'Kenar!'
'Protect Kenar!'
When the monsters poured in. He thought he was in a safe place in the banquet hall.
But who would have known?
Bam!
Those crazy monsters would break through the wall and come in!
After that, he couldn't even remember how he survived.
One thing for sure was that he had poured out all kinds of liquids without tears or snot in front of the beast-like monster that gave off a horrible smell and showed its bloody teeth.
And that was a memory that he, who had maintained high pride as a member of the royal family, did not want to look back on.
"Somehow...!"
Somehow, he will definitely defeat these Orobas who made him look so ugly!
The Emperor was furious when he heard the news.
'How dare you...! How dare you let a monster invade the place where a member of the imperial family was called!?'
The Emperor, who was already angry at the behavior of the imperial people who seemed to fear the three major ducal families more than the imperial family, seemed to be taking this opportunity to properly establish discipline.
'And demons!? Are you saying that demons have been living in this country as Dukes!'
His cousin got angry and told him to leave the office, saying that it would be a loss for his reputation.
'I will definitely, definitely punish those bastards!'
That's why the Emperor assigned Kenar to investigate this matter.
In reality, he meant to bring him proper evidence that would overthrow Orobas and Yubar.
And.
"It's unfair! It's unfair!"
Duke Orobas was still complaining about his unfairness in front of him.
"In a week, even those monster corpses will rot away! Before that, give me a chance to prove it! Just once!"
He cried out earnestly.
“Even if all the knights come and hold their swords to my neck, it doesn’t matter! I will prove my divinity!”
Where was his relaxed appearance? Only the earnest desire to prove his divinity remained on his face.
“A monster’s corpse is a sacrifice, a sacrifice! Don’t you need a devil to open the gates of heaven? Just like that, a monster’s corpse is necessary to summon the holy water! Didn’t you see the vision?”
“Hmm...”
Contrary to the feeling given by that eerie word, Belled’s gaze toward me was not sharp.
That’s why I could quickly figure out what he meant.
Curse.
“...You wish I could become a devil?”
If I were to be cursed like he had been a long time ago, I could become a devil.
Belled nodded slightly to my question.
“Yes, but.”
Then he slowly closed and opened his eyes as if he was enduring something.
“I gave up.”
I looked at him. Belled stroked my cheek and continued.
“I heard that you had the same worries a long time ago. I didn’t understand you back then, though.”
Belled continued slowly. As if it was hard for him to speak.
“I think I now know how difficult it is for humans.”
He let out a short sigh.
“In addition to the physical changes and pain that humans go through to become devils... above all else.”
His hand repeatedly stroked my cheek.
“How many people would want their loved ones to feel rejected by the world?”
He smiled regretfully.
“...The feeling of being rejected by the world...”
Beryl repeated those memorable words.
I was used to people being hostile to me. However, being used to it didn’t mean I didn’t get hurt.
Now, my status as a Saintess at least covered up the hostility of people. But what if that hostility were to pour out on .e raw?
"...”
I thought the pastoral was getting colder. The hostile gazes of people seemed to fill my head.
It was when I unconsciously gripped Belled’s shoulder tightly, feeling as if I was sweating coldly.
“...I wasn’t delicate.”
Sigh.
Belled gently lifted my hand and kissed the tip of my finger. Then he took my hand and whispered,
“Do you have any other questions?”
As he spoke, his voice was gentle as if he could answer anything.
As if it didn’t matter if I continued asking you dozens or hundreds of questions here. As if I could answer them as much as I wanted.
That’s why I bit my lips slightly.
Maybe it was because of his gentle atmosphere, but the questions kept piling up.
I was curious about him. I was so curious about what he thought of me.
“...Since when.”
That’s why she asked another question.
“Since when did you like me?”
Belled tilted his head slightly. Then he smiled brightly.
“Um, I think it was the first night.”
It might have been before that.
He seemed a little worried.
“I’m not sure when it seeped in.”
Could the word “seeped in” really sound this sweet? I blushed.
Then I suddenly recalled the memory of the first night.
“Back then... you said you didn’t love me.”
“You don’t love me. ”
“That might have been the case.”
The conversation that night seemed to be clearly engraved in my head.
But the words that followed.
“But I don’t know now.”
“I think I was wavering even then.”
I opened my mouth slightly at the vivid memory.
He narrowed his eyes.
“I was foolish.”
I should have been a little more certain then. Then you wouldn’t have suffered and worried for so long.
Sigh.
Belled, who had kissed me, let out a short sigh.
“I was so foolish. Not knowing is no excuse.”
He hugged me again and whispered his story.
“I didn’t know what love was. I didn’t believe in it. I thought it was some kind of possessiveness.”
His words tickled my ear through his soft voice.
“The feeling of getting excited just by looking at you, wanting to carve me into you, but not being able to touch you, and only clenching my fist until it bleeds.”
I unconsciously opened Belled’s hand at those words. Belled laughed softly.
As if there was no wound, he kissed my hand again and whispered.
“Thinking that you can change and destroy me as much as you want, thinking that you can do anything to me...”
He said, holding my face in his hands and holding me close to him.
“That kind of self-destructive emotion is love, that’s the first time I realized.”
Self-destructive. I couldn’t stop listening to him.
Sometimes harsh words like curse or self-destruction would grab all of my nerves, but when I heard the content, the words were infinitely sweet.
I couldn’t miss a single word. It was as if I was addicted.
I wanted to keep hearing them.
“If this twisted heart is okay,”
Belled whispered to me.
“I want to give you a better world.”
He said, kissing the bridge of my nose.
“I love you, Beryl.”
His sincere words struck my heart.
What he had described as a twisted heart was enough to melt away my anxiety and worry.
As if asking permission, he kissed my forehead and repeatedly left his mark on my body as if waiting for an answer.
“...”
So I gently held his face with both hands and turned to me.
And as if telling him to look, I looked at him and slowly kissed his forehead.
And just as he did, I kissed the bridge of his nose and the tip of his nose, and then gently cupped his upper lip.
“Ah...”
My heart pounded wildly. I didn’t know how to kiss and take his breath away as skillfully as he did.
But.
The person I was kissing knew how to do it well.
“...!”
I stopped in my tracks as Belled’s arms wrapped tightly around my body.
And before I could even breathe, I felt the tip of his tongue gently touching my lips.
He penetrated between my slightly parted lips.
Long, but not violently.
The sweet and dreamlike kiss took my breath away, to the point where my mind became hazy and I forgot where I was.
And Belled whispered.
“When all threats are over, I will formally propose to you.”
I blinked at those words.
“Are we getting married twice?”
Belled laughed softly at that.
“I want to give you a truly happy marriage as a bride, not a marriage that you are anxious about.”
Belled kissed me again as I blinked, and this time he did not hide his true feelings.
“There would be nothing better than letting others know that you are mine once again.”
“...!”
My face turned bright red. Belled burst into laughter again.
“So don’t hesitate, Beryl.”
But.
The person I was kissing knew how to do it well.
“...!”
I stopped in my tracks as Belled’s arms wrapped tightly around my body.
And before I could even breathe, I felt the tip of his tongue gently touching my lips.
He penetrated between my slightly parted lips.
Long, but not violently.
The sweet and dreamlike kiss took my breath away, to the point where my mind became hazy and I forgot where I was.
And Belled whispered.
“When all threats are over, I will formally propose to you.”
I blinked at those words.
“Are we getting married twice?”
Belled laughed softly at that.
“I want to give you a truly happy marriage as a bride, not a marriage that you are anxious about.”
Belled kissed me again as I blinked, and this time he did not hide his true feelings.
“There would be nothing better than letting others know that you are mine once again.”
“...!”
My face turned bright red. Belled burst into laughter again.
“So don’t hesitate, Beryl.”
No matter what you look like or what you show, I cannot leave you.
I have become someone who cannot dare let you go.
“Move as comfortably as you want.”
In the direction that will make you happy. With confidence.
Beryl laughed at those words. It was the first time she had felt such a soft and comfortable smile since she had come to Vine and since she had fallen for him.
I have become someone who cannot dare let you go.
“Move as comfortably as you want.”
In the direction that will make you happy. With confidence.
Beryl laughed at those words. It was the first time she had felt such a soft and comfortable smile since she had come to Vine and since she had fallen for him.
***
Who is Imperial Kenar?
No one in Imperial society did not know him.
The beloved cousin of His Majesty the current Emperor.
Even without any special title, he was an influential person who could talk down the nobles of the imperial society with just his bloodline and favor.
He was also raised preciously.
That was why this was his first time experiencing something like this.
'Ugh, ugh!'
'Kenar!'
'Protect Kenar!'
When the monsters poured in. He thought he was in a safe place in the banquet hall.
But who would have known?
Bam!
Those crazy monsters would break through the wall and come in!
After that, he couldn't even remember how he survived.
One thing for sure was that he had poured out all kinds of liquids without tears or snot in front of the beast-like monster that gave off a horrible smell and showed its bloody teeth.
And that was a memory that he, who had maintained high pride as a member of the royal family, did not want to look back on.
"Somehow...!"
Somehow, he will definitely defeat these Orobas who made him look so ugly!
The Emperor was furious when he heard the news.
'How dare you...! How dare you let a monster invade the place where a member of the imperial family was called!?'
The Emperor, who was already angry at the behavior of the imperial people who seemed to fear the three major ducal families more than the imperial family, seemed to be taking this opportunity to properly establish discipline.
'And demons!? Are you saying that demons have been living in this country as Dukes!'
His cousin got angry and told him to leave the office, saying that it would be a loss for his reputation.
'I will definitely, definitely punish those bastards!'
That's why the Emperor assigned Kenar to investigate this matter.
In reality, he meant to bring him proper evidence that would overthrow Orobas and Yubar.
And.
"It's unfair! It's unfair!"
Duke Orobas was still complaining about his unfairness in front of him.
"In a week, even those monster corpses will rot away! Before that, give me a chance to prove it! Just once!"
He cried out earnestly.
“Even if all the knights come and hold their swords to my neck, it doesn’t matter! I will prove my divinity!”
Where was his relaxed appearance? Only the earnest desire to prove his divinity remained on his face.
“A monster’s corpse is a sacrifice, a sacrifice! Don’t you need a devil to open the gates of heaven? Just like that, a monster’s corpse is necessary to summon the holy water! Didn’t you see the vision?”
“Hmm...”
A murmur flowed among the priests who had already seen the vision that was said to be passed down to Orobas.
The priests’ gazes turned in the direction where the monster corpses were piled up.
It was clear that they were testing whether they could really turn into holy water, as the Duke of Orobas had said.
It was then.
Thump.
Kenar doubted his ears. Under that cloth.. that cloth where only corpses were piled up, there was definitely
Thump. Thump.
Can I hear the sound...?
His face turned pale.
The priests’ gazes turned in the direction where the monster corpses were piled up.
It was clear that they were testing whether they could really turn into holy water, as the Duke of Orobas had said.
It was then.
Thump.
Kenar doubted his ears. Under that cloth.. that cloth where only corpses were piled up, there was definitely
Thump. Thump.
Can I hear the sound...?
His face turned pale.
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