Episode 110. In a Place Where No One Is
On a distant day in the past, before humans even existed on this earth, the Supreme Being was enjoying a leisurely time with Adkins.
“Living forever, you know.”
The Supreme Being, who had been observing Adkins’s profile, suddenly felt startled when he turned his head, his eyes tense.
“Huh? What did you just say?”
Adkins chuckled, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile.
“Did you think of something else?”
“Oh, uh.”
Adkins stretched out his arms and lay down on the wind-swaying field.
The blue sky, the gentle breeze, and the earth filled with greenery that purified his eyes.
All of this was the product of the Supreme Being beside him, pure by imagination.
“Well, if it weren’t for you, such a beautiful world wouldn’t have been born.”
One day, a tremendous explosion occurred in the universe, and from the rift, unexpected life forms, gods, were born.
Each of these gods possessed their own unique abilities, but the firstborn, Graham, had the ability of “creation.”
That was it.
For the gods who had lived in darkness for a long time, the Supreme Being had been creating new things in this most abundant place.
“Graham. I was just telling you that perhaps living forever might be painful.”
Adkins stretched out his hand to block out the dazzling sky.
Graham was the first god to be born.
And Adkins was the next.
Since then, quite many gods have been created.
That order became the hierarchy.
The Supreme Being stared blankly at Adkins, then suddenly straightened.
“Then I’ll create things that live for a short time and then die.”
Adkins’s eyes widened at the unexpected question.
“What?”
“Then you’ll know how painful a life with an end can be. You don’t have to experience it and regret it. How about it?”
Adkins remained silent, staring at the Supreme Being.
The Supreme Being couldn’t contain his impatience.
“Adkins. Don’t think useless things. Gods can’t die anyway.”
“I know.”
Adkins raised his hand and covered his eyes.
“But if you do, don’t stop me when I figure out how to do it.”
“...”
“I’ll do the best I can, and then I’ll end these tedious times with a vengeance. That’s my goal.”
When Adkins opened his eyes again and looked at the Supreme Being, his face was unreadable.
“You’ll change your mind, Adkins. When you see how those who await death struggle and live in agony, you’ll definitely change your mind too.”
Adkins smiled lightly.
“Yes. Let’s go then and see. Who’s right?”
Lacrahan opened his eyes in the quiet darkness.
He was lying flat on his back, covered with a blanket, and Bercheria was curled up next to him, sleeping on his side.
He turned over carefully so as not to wake her.
“Bercheria.”
He whispered her name and touched her hair, and her eyes opened.
Bercheria blinked, her eyes still half-asleep.
Lacrahan ran his thumb over her round cheek.
“Maybe I’m being too greedy.”
The Supreme Being might pursue her more persistently than he’d imagined. He couldn’t even fathom the extent to which he would go to break them apart.
After all, this was a new universe created by the Supreme Being, and as long as it didn’t go against the free will of all living beings, he could do anything.
The Supreme Being wasn’t the benevolent and good god humans thought, but he possessed the power to destroy this world and create a new one.
“What do you mean?”
“Hmm.”
Lacrahan pulled himself closer to Bercheria, almost touching her.
The faint sound of rain falling next to the two of them, lying face to face on the bed.
“Who did the Supreme Being use this time?”
“It was Princess Kelita.”
Lacrahan’s eyes widened slightly, then narrowed crookedly.
“It’s time the Princess stopped being used.”
“It’s probably too late. Emperor Gerard has banished her from the imperial palace.”
“That’s so Gerard.”
Lacrahan’s lips touched Bercheria’s lips as lightly as a feather and then parted.
“But given his personality, he wouldn’t have just kicked her out. What kind of threat did she make?”
Bercheria’s eyes softened.
“Just a moment ago, when you were asleep, I had so much I wanted to tell you.”
“Yes. You can.”
She shook her head to the side.
“But later.”
Lacrahan smiled, then approached her lips again.
He gently sucked on her soft, moist lips, overlapping them.
He never tired of touching and rubbing Bercheria’s soft skin repeatedly.
Even though it was the same sensation as before, he longed for it again, his thirst deepening.
Lacrahan cupped her earlobe and chin with his large hands and applied light pressure, causing Bercheria’s lips to part.
He entered between them, carefully exploring the inside, stimulating her little by little.
It was a sweet kiss, neither too light nor too heavy.
“I wish we could stay like this,”
Lacrahan whispered in a slurred voice, his lips pressed together.
Bercheria reached out and hugged his manly neck.
How wonderful it would be if they could forget everything, just for a day, and be alone together.
In a quiet, comfortable place, free from interference or interruptions.
“I want that too.”
It was so bitter to have to fight and struggle to love freely.
“Sometimes I feel wronged.”
They simply fell in love, but the price they had to pay was too high.
“I fell in love, not by choice.”
Bercheria’s breath came out softly as Lacrahan reached out and wrapped his hand around her waist, tickling her.
From Lyone to Gerard’s proposal—there was so much to think about right now, but she wanted to forget everything for a moment and focus on Lacrahan. She put her complicated thoughts aside for a moment.
“Then shall we run away?”
At Bercheria’s words, Lacrahan lifted his head from his lips pressed gently against her chin and neck.
His gaze, gazing into her sparkling golden eyes, was profound and warm.
“Is that really so?”
A smiley dimple appeared on Bercheria's cheeks at the serious tone.
"I'm just joking."
She tried to kiss Lacrahan again, but he suddenly lifted her upper body with the hand that was wrapped around her waist, sitting her up.
In the blink of an eye, she was perched on his thigh, her eyes wide.
"It just occurred to me, I know a place no one can find."
"Is there a place no one can find?"
"Yeah. But the way there is a bit of a headache."
"What do you mean?"
Bercheria looked bewildered, and he pressed her body even closer to him.
Lacrahan was enjoying Bercheria's reaction.
"Yesterday was impossible, but today is difficult, but I think I can go."
He kept adding more and more incomprehensible words. She was gazing at Lacrahan, lost in thought, when Lacrahan suddenly pressed his lips against hers, making a peck sound, and then pulled away.
"It's hard to think too much."
"But..."
"Until lunch tomorrow."
Bercheria turned her head and looked out the window.
After the afternoon's stormy events had passed, it was still not yet midnight.
Wyatt had visited this room a couple of times so far, but no one else had visited.
The hallway would remain quiet until morning.
"You're sure you can come back, right?"
Lacrahan nodded at Bercheria's question.
"We have a pretty good means of transportation waiting for you, so it won't be difficult."
He smiled, grabbed Bercheria's waist, and lifted her off his lap.
"Muha!"
Bercheria called to Muha, who was huddled in a corner, wounded and bruised.
Trapped in a small space attached to the imperial armory, Muha couldn't even lift his head properly due to his massive size.
The guardsmen had left the poor bird here like a piece of luggage, paying him no attention.
"My goodness. What the hell is going on?"
Bercheria ran to Muha without hesitation and examined his legs, which were bound by iron restraints.
The thick skin had vanished from his legs, showing no sign of struggle.
Bercheria swept Muha's feet, her face looking as if she was about to burst into tears.
"It's okay. I'll help you."
Bercheria lifted her arm, where the divine water was tattooed like a tattoo.
Then, a light flashed through the air, and a staff materialized in her hand.
As the light emanating from the staff spread through the air, Muha, who had been burying his head between his chest feathers, slowly raised his head.
Then he tilted his head.
He felt the familiar energy that had enveloped and nurtured him as a child.
Even though he was a divine beast, Muha, still a beast, only remembered Bercheria as a child.
He could not recognize her as a grown-up.
Then, sensing the energy of the tower where he had grown up, he was startled and began to examine Bercheria.
Muha poked Bercheria's armpit with the tip of his beak, rubbed her back, and, after examining her for a while, he stuck out his tongue and licked her hair.
"Muha!"
Bercheria knew it all at once.
Muha remembered her.
Even when he was very young, Muha had licked her like this.
Kkeeeeek.
"Just wait a moment. I'll save you."
Bercheria tried to shatter Muha's restraints with her staff, but they bounced back like light against a mirror.
"What's going on?"
Bewildered, she raised her staff again.
Lacrahan gently grabbed her shoulder from behind.
"You can't break something made of eternal steel like this. Here. You have to aim for this exact spot and apply force."
Lacrahan pointed to a seam, and Bercheria nodded and placed her staff there again.
As she concentrated, a small crack of thunder erupted from the point.
On a distant day in the past, before humans even existed on this earth, the Supreme Being was enjoying a leisurely time with Adkins.
“Living forever, you know.”
The Supreme Being, who had been observing Adkins’s profile, suddenly felt startled when he turned his head, his eyes tense.
“Huh? What did you just say?”
Adkins chuckled, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile.
“Did you think of something else?”
“Oh, uh.”
Adkins stretched out his arms and lay down on the wind-swaying field.
The blue sky, the gentle breeze, and the earth filled with greenery that purified his eyes.
All of this was the product of the Supreme Being beside him, pure by imagination.
“Well, if it weren’t for you, such a beautiful world wouldn’t have been born.”
One day, a tremendous explosion occurred in the universe, and from the rift, unexpected life forms, gods, were born.
Each of these gods possessed their own unique abilities, but the firstborn, Graham, had the ability of “creation.”
That was it.
For the gods who had lived in darkness for a long time, the Supreme Being had been creating new things in this most abundant place.
“Graham. I was just telling you that perhaps living forever might be painful.”
Adkins stretched out his hand to block out the dazzling sky.
Graham was the first god to be born.
And Adkins was the next.
Since then, quite many gods have been created.
That order became the hierarchy.
The Supreme Being stared blankly at Adkins, then suddenly straightened.
“Then I’ll create things that live for a short time and then die.”
Adkins’s eyes widened at the unexpected question.
“What?”
“Then you’ll know how painful a life with an end can be. You don’t have to experience it and regret it. How about it?”
Adkins remained silent, staring at the Supreme Being.
The Supreme Being couldn’t contain his impatience.
“Adkins. Don’t think useless things. Gods can’t die anyway.”
“I know.”
Adkins raised his hand and covered his eyes.
“But if you do, don’t stop me when I figure out how to do it.”
“...”
“I’ll do the best I can, and then I’ll end these tedious times with a vengeance. That’s my goal.”
When Adkins opened his eyes again and looked at the Supreme Being, his face was unreadable.
“You’ll change your mind, Adkins. When you see how those who await death struggle and live in agony, you’ll definitely change your mind too.”
Adkins smiled lightly.
“Yes. Let’s go then and see. Who’s right?”
***
Lacrahan opened his eyes in the quiet darkness.
He was lying flat on his back, covered with a blanket, and Bercheria was curled up next to him, sleeping on his side.
He turned over carefully so as not to wake her.
“Bercheria.”
He whispered her name and touched her hair, and her eyes opened.
Bercheria blinked, her eyes still half-asleep.
Lacrahan ran his thumb over her round cheek.
“Maybe I’m being too greedy.”
The Supreme Being might pursue her more persistently than he’d imagined. He couldn’t even fathom the extent to which he would go to break them apart.
After all, this was a new universe created by the Supreme Being, and as long as it didn’t go against the free will of all living beings, he could do anything.
The Supreme Being wasn’t the benevolent and good god humans thought, but he possessed the power to destroy this world and create a new one.
“What do you mean?”
“Hmm.”
Lacrahan pulled himself closer to Bercheria, almost touching her.
The faint sound of rain falling next to the two of them, lying face to face on the bed.
“Who did the Supreme Being use this time?”
“It was Princess Kelita.”
Lacrahan’s eyes widened slightly, then narrowed crookedly.
“It’s time the Princess stopped being used.”
“It’s probably too late. Emperor Gerard has banished her from the imperial palace.”
“That’s so Gerard.”
Lacrahan’s lips touched Bercheria’s lips as lightly as a feather and then parted.
“But given his personality, he wouldn’t have just kicked her out. What kind of threat did she make?”
Bercheria’s eyes softened.
“Just a moment ago, when you were asleep, I had so much I wanted to tell you.”
“Yes. You can.”
She shook her head to the side.
“But later.”
Lacrahan smiled, then approached her lips again.
He gently sucked on her soft, moist lips, overlapping them.
He never tired of touching and rubbing Bercheria’s soft skin repeatedly.
Even though it was the same sensation as before, he longed for it again, his thirst deepening.
Lacrahan cupped her earlobe and chin with his large hands and applied light pressure, causing Bercheria’s lips to part.
He entered between them, carefully exploring the inside, stimulating her little by little.
It was a sweet kiss, neither too light nor too heavy.
“I wish we could stay like this,”
Lacrahan whispered in a slurred voice, his lips pressed together.
Bercheria reached out and hugged his manly neck.
How wonderful it would be if they could forget everything, just for a day, and be alone together.
In a quiet, comfortable place, free from interference or interruptions.
“I want that too.”
It was so bitter to have to fight and struggle to love freely.
“Sometimes I feel wronged.”
They simply fell in love, but the price they had to pay was too high.
“I fell in love, not by choice.”
Bercheria’s breath came out softly as Lacrahan reached out and wrapped his hand around her waist, tickling her.
From Lyone to Gerard’s proposal—there was so much to think about right now, but she wanted to forget everything for a moment and focus on Lacrahan. She put her complicated thoughts aside for a moment.
“Then shall we run away?”
At Bercheria’s words, Lacrahan lifted his head from his lips pressed gently against her chin and neck.
His gaze, gazing into her sparkling golden eyes, was profound and warm.
“Is that really so?”
A smiley dimple appeared on Bercheria's cheeks at the serious tone.
"I'm just joking."
She tried to kiss Lacrahan again, but he suddenly lifted her upper body with the hand that was wrapped around her waist, sitting her up.
In the blink of an eye, she was perched on his thigh, her eyes wide.
"It just occurred to me, I know a place no one can find."
"Is there a place no one can find?"
"Yeah. But the way there is a bit of a headache."
"What do you mean?"
Bercheria looked bewildered, and he pressed her body even closer to him.
Lacrahan was enjoying Bercheria's reaction.
"Yesterday was impossible, but today is difficult, but I think I can go."
He kept adding more and more incomprehensible words. She was gazing at Lacrahan, lost in thought, when Lacrahan suddenly pressed his lips against hers, making a peck sound, and then pulled away.
"It's hard to think too much."
"But..."
"Until lunch tomorrow."
Bercheria turned her head and looked out the window.
After the afternoon's stormy events had passed, it was still not yet midnight.
Wyatt had visited this room a couple of times so far, but no one else had visited.
The hallway would remain quiet until morning.
"You're sure you can come back, right?"
Lacrahan nodded at Bercheria's question.
"We have a pretty good means of transportation waiting for you, so it won't be difficult."
He smiled, grabbed Bercheria's waist, and lifted her off his lap.
***
"Muha!"
Bercheria called to Muha, who was huddled in a corner, wounded and bruised.
Trapped in a small space attached to the imperial armory, Muha couldn't even lift his head properly due to his massive size.
The guardsmen had left the poor bird here like a piece of luggage, paying him no attention.
"My goodness. What the hell is going on?"
Bercheria ran to Muha without hesitation and examined his legs, which were bound by iron restraints.
The thick skin had vanished from his legs, showing no sign of struggle.
Bercheria swept Muha's feet, her face looking as if she was about to burst into tears.
"It's okay. I'll help you."
Bercheria lifted her arm, where the divine water was tattooed like a tattoo.
Then, a light flashed through the air, and a staff materialized in her hand.
As the light emanating from the staff spread through the air, Muha, who had been burying his head between his chest feathers, slowly raised his head.
Then he tilted his head.
He felt the familiar energy that had enveloped and nurtured him as a child.
Even though he was a divine beast, Muha, still a beast, only remembered Bercheria as a child.
He could not recognize her as a grown-up.
Then, sensing the energy of the tower where he had grown up, he was startled and began to examine Bercheria.
Muha poked Bercheria's armpit with the tip of his beak, rubbed her back, and, after examining her for a while, he stuck out his tongue and licked her hair.
"Muha!"
Bercheria knew it all at once.
Muha remembered her.
Even when he was very young, Muha had licked her like this.
Kkeeeeek.
"Just wait a moment. I'll save you."
Bercheria tried to shatter Muha's restraints with her staff, but they bounced back like light against a mirror.
"What's going on?"
Bewildered, she raised her staff again.
Lacrahan gently grabbed her shoulder from behind.
"You can't break something made of eternal steel like this. Here. You have to aim for this exact spot and apply force."
Lacrahan pointed to a seam, and Bercheria nodded and placed her staff there again.
As she concentrated, a small crack of thunder erupted from the point.
"Kukkang."
As if waiting, the restraints split in half. As the other half was released, Muha spread his wings as if waiting.
The wall that had been oppressing Muha crumbled away like a cookie.
"Muha!"
Despite Bercheria's call, Muha continued to grow, destroying the armory and the warehouse he was in.
Unable to withstand his growing size, the bricks crumbled with a crash.
As if waiting, the restraints split in half. As the other half was released, Muha spread his wings as if waiting.
The wall that had been oppressing Muha crumbled away like a cookie.
"Muha!"
Despite Bercheria's call, Muha continued to grow, destroying the armory and the warehouse he was in.
Unable to withstand his growing size, the bricks crumbled with a crash.
"Kkeek."
Muha, having vented his anger, lowered his head and placed his chin and face in front of Bercheria.
"Muha..."
Lacrahan waited a moment for their reunion before lifting her from behind.
"I'd like to see you more, but I don't have time."
He stepped on Muha's beak and strode up.
Settling down on the comfortable fur, Lacrahan stroked Muha's neck and commanded,
"Let's go now, my friend."
Muha, having vented his anger, lowered his head and placed his chin and face in front of Bercheria.
"Muha..."
Lacrahan waited a moment for their reunion before lifting her from behind.
"I'd like to see you more, but I don't have time."
He stepped on Muha's beak and strode up.
Settling down on the comfortable fur, Lacrahan stroked Muha's neck and commanded,
"Let's go now, my friend."
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