Episode 122. Muha!
Kelita carelessly wiped the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Those damned royal bastards.”
As Gerard’s face flashed before her, she felt a wave of nausea rise again and spat on the floor.
“I won’t let you leave me alone. I will have my revenge.”
Dylan dragged her away to kill her, but let her go at the last minute.
It didn’t seem like an impulsive act, so perhaps he had decided to spare Kelita from the moment he received Gerard’s order.
Dylan, who had become a royal knight at a very young age, never fought in the war like the others.
It was no exaggeration to say he had lived his entire life in the imperial court.
He was a man of few words, but he seemed to have held a certain affection for Kelita, and for her, nothing could have been more fortunate.
After all, the mere fact that she had survived gave her hope for the future.
“As long as I don’t meet Bercheria again. Then, something will work out.”
Kelita didn't know where she was going, but she firmly believed that wherever she was headed, she could survive as long as she proved herself to be the Princess of Periat.
"Haa. I'm hungry and tired."
Kelita carelessly wiped the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Those damned royal bastards.”
As Gerard’s face flashed before her, she felt a wave of nausea rise again and spat on the floor.
“I won’t let you leave me alone. I will have my revenge.”
Dylan dragged her away to kill her, but let her go at the last minute.
It didn’t seem like an impulsive act, so perhaps he had decided to spare Kelita from the moment he received Gerard’s order.
Dylan, who had become a royal knight at a very young age, never fought in the war like the others.
It was no exaggeration to say he had lived his entire life in the imperial court.
He was a man of few words, but he seemed to have held a certain affection for Kelita, and for her, nothing could have been more fortunate.
After all, the mere fact that she had survived gave her hope for the future.
“As long as I don’t meet Bercheria again. Then, something will work out.”
Kelita didn't know where she was going, but she firmly believed that wherever she was headed, she could survive as long as she proved herself to be the Princess of Periat.
"Haa. I'm hungry and tired."
She muttered to herself as she continued to walk. At that moment, a strange noise rang out from above. Adding to that, the surroundings suddenly became pitch black.
"Huh."
A giant bird had completely engulfed her. Kelita, who had fallen on her butt without realizing it, watched in horror as the bird descended from the sky, folding its wings and touching its beak to the ground. Then, to her surprise, Lacrahan was descending from there.
"To save me...!"
With Bercheria.
"Damn it."
What kind of grudge could possibly be so deep? Or had he even chased her here to kill her?
"Oh, I don't know. Now."
Kelita stretched out her arms and collapsed on the floor. Everything was truly becoming a nuisance. Gerard might be a different story, but how could she possibly compete with something so monstrous, riding a bird, let alone a human?
Thinking about what had happened to her while trying to obtain Lacrahan still made her shiver. Looking up at the cloudless sky today, Kelita wondered if perhaps all of this had been her fault.
“If only I hadn’t wanted Lacrahan.”
No. If only she had given up even a little sooner, things wouldn’t have gotten this bad. Honestly, she admitted, Bercheria was even more beautiful than her own. She was so beautiful that even a man would have been envious. Frankly, it wasn’t that hard to understand why Lacrahan was so smitten.
“Yeah, she’s great. Let’s just let great people get along.”
Kelita closed her eyes tightly. She truly didn’t want to know what they did or what would happen next. Perhaps it would be better to just die. Getting revenge on Gerard wouldn’t make any difference anyway, right? So what? What are you going to do after that? Are you going to kill Gerard and become Emperor?
“Me?”
Kelita was chuckling.
“I have something to tell you, Kelita.”
Bercheria’s voice came. Kelita slightly raised her head and looked at Bercheria, who was standing at her feet, with her eyes slightly open. She was standing facing this way, her hands clasped in front of her navel, dressed neatly.
“What do you have to say?”
Kelita asked in a calm voice. Bercheria paused for a moment and then spoke in a blunt tone.
“Something changed in the imperial family while you were away.”
“What?”
“Lawrence was murdered by Lyone.”
“Huh. Lawrence killed Leone... what?”
Kelita jumped up, her eyes wide.
“Lyone killed Lawrence?”
“Yes.”
“...?”
Could something so absurd have happened?
“Really?”
This time, Lacrahan, who was standing nearby, answered.
“It’s true.”
He was now showing no reverence for Kelita, who was now speaking informally to him.
"Gerard, who fell for the Supreme Being's tricks, is probably locked in the dungeon by now."
Kelita couldn't stand it any longer and jumped up from her seat.
"Oh, is that true?"
Then suddenly, she burst out laughing, clutching her stomach as if she was dying of laughter.
"How stupid! I knew this would happen to him!"
Then she stopped laughing and looked at the two.
"So? That's why you came to me? To become the Emperor of Periat?"
Kelita's voice was laced with madness.
"Because I'm the only one with the imperial bloodline? That's why you came to me! Ahahahahaha."
She even spun around in excitement, unable to contain her excitement.
Lacrahan and Bercheria watched this absurd sight for a moment.
Then, when it reached a point where she could no longer bear it, Lacrahan blurted out,
"But is it really necessary to establish the next Emperor through blood?"
Kelita suddenly stopped.
"...What?"
Lacrahan, still holding onto Bercheria's hand since he first came down from Muha, stood awkwardly, his legs crooked.
"I don't understand why you have to be made Emperor."
Kelita's face was blank.
"Isn't that why you came to get me? "
Lacrahan frowned as if asking what she meant.
Kelita couldn't stand it any longer and jumped up from her seat.
"Oh, is that true?"
Then suddenly, she burst out laughing, clutching her stomach as if she was dying of laughter.
"How stupid! I knew this would happen to him!"
Then she stopped laughing and looked at the two.
"So? That's why you came to me? To become the Emperor of Periat?"
Kelita's voice was laced with madness.
"Because I'm the only one with the imperial bloodline? That's why you came to me! Ahahahahaha."
She even spun around in excitement, unable to contain her excitement.
Lacrahan and Bercheria watched this absurd sight for a moment.
Then, when it reached a point where she could no longer bear it, Lacrahan blurted out,
"But is it really necessary to establish the next Emperor through blood?"
Kelita suddenly stopped.
"...What?"
Lacrahan, still holding onto Bercheria's hand since he first came down from Muha, stood awkwardly, his legs crooked.
"I don't understand why you have to be made Emperor."
Kelita's face was blank.
"Isn't that why you came to get me? "
Lacrahan frowned as if asking what she meant.
"I was just passing by?"
Kelita blinked blankly, her face suddenly turning bright red as she screamed.
"You crazy bastards! Hey! Do you think I'm that easy? You want to kill me here and become Emperor, right? Are you crazy? I'm of royal blood! How dare you!"
Kelita blinked blankly, her face suddenly turning bright red as she screamed.
"You crazy bastards! Hey! Do you think I'm that easy? You want to kill me here and become Emperor, right? Are you crazy? I'm of royal blood! How dare you!"
Muha, who had been quietly yawning and waiting for Bercheria and Lacrahan, looked down at the loud noise.
A crazy woman was jumping around in her seat, stealing his attention.
"Ah! Don't you know who I am? I'm a Princess! My father was an Emperor! My brother also became an Emperor...!"
A crazy woman was jumping around in her seat, stealing his attention.
"Ah! Don't you know who I am? I'm a Princess! My father was an Emperor! My brother also became an Emperor...!"
This looks delicious.
That thought crossed his mind, but Muha held on with incredible self-control.
He didn't know that if he ate anything, Lacrahan would scold him.
"I'm going to the palace! Get out of here! I'll go back and become the Emperor! Aaah!"
Kelita, wild and furious, suddenly ran towards Muha.
"You think you're the only ones who can ride birds? I can ride too!"
Kelita, seemingly spurred on by some unknown source of energy, sprinted towards Muha at full speed, and then... gulped.
She disappeared into Muha's mouth.
As soon as he swallowed Kelita, Muha shamelessly turned his head away, pretending nothing had happened.
He then pretended to brace himself by poking the underside of his wing with his beak.
Lacrahan and Bercheria, who had been watching, simultaneously shouted,
"Muha! No!"
"Spit it out! Muha!"
Muha, pretending not to hear anything, tidied his feathers before placing his chin and beak on the floor and closing his eyes.
Because Muha, who had swallowed Kelita and shamelessly started pretending to sleep, Lacrahan and Bercheria had no choice but to stop in the middle of the desert.
“Aren’t you cold?”
He laid his cloak on the floor and lay leisurely on it.
Lacrahan was lying on his side, facing Bercheria, playing with her body with his fingers.
“Not cold at all. It’s just right.”
Bercheria was as resistant to the cold as Lacrahan.
Any other woman would have shivered, unable to handle this weather.
“Ever since I was little, I’ve been afraid of women.”
A smile spread across Bercheria’s lips.
“Is this about this life?”
“Come to think of it, I think I’ve been like this my entire life.”
Bercheria gazed at the stars that adorned the sky, seemingly ready to pour down, then turned to Lacrahan.
Since becoming a god, Bercheria had always been amazed by their beauty, even though she knew that the stars that lit up the sky were simply byproducts of the universe. She never got tired of it.
"Even though I became human, I possessed powers that transcended them. I was afraid of things that could be easily broken."
"Because women are generally weak?"
"Yeah. I think that's why I didn't get close."
Bercheria groaned and lay down on her side like Lacrahan.
The two faced each other on the soft desert floor.
"How did you feel when I was human? Didn't I feel weak?"
"You."
Lacrahan pressed his lips against Bercheria's soft ones.
“You were so lovely from the start, I couldn’t even judge.”
Her soft skin, cooled by the wind, was rubbed, and her body temperature melted within.
Lacrahan cupped her side of her face and ear with his hand, and her small face was completely contained in his hand.
Touching her skin and confirming his love with Bercheria brought him an indescribable satisfaction, no matter how many times he did it.
She was warm, comfortable, and maddeningly lovely.
“Hmm.”
Lacrahan loved it when Bercheria was absorbed in his movements.
He felt her complete surrender.
In that moment, he felt as if she would grant him whatever he asked without resistance.
“Should we both stop being gods?”
Lacrahan pressed his lips wetly against Bercheria’s chin, breathing heavily and tilting her head back.
He slowly moved down, following the tendons that crisscrossed her neck.
“Then, what should we do?”
“Human.”
Humans are beautiful because they are finite.
Knowing there's an end, the present moment can only shine brighter because of it.
Every day, every hour becomes precious, and we live praying that our lives will one day end simultaneously.
Knowing I can't live a single day without you, I hope you won't have to live another day in pain.
That was the way humans shared love.
"Not a life where everything is tedious because you have to live so long, but a life where you live in a hectic state, not knowing when you'll die."
"Because everything is beautiful only when it ends."
"Yes. You're right."
Lacrahan's hand tugged down Bercheria's thin dress.
Amidst the twinkling stars, the most perfect curves appeared before his eyes.
"Even if you wrinkle here and sag with age, you'll still be the most beautiful woman in the world."
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes. Among grandmothers, that is."
Bercheria burst out laughing at Lacrahan's joke.
Then, as he buried his head in a secret place, her brows furrowed in an instant.
"Ah."
How lovely was the woman who reacted to his every move, as if he were moving.
"Let's take it slow today. Let's stay by each other's side for a long time."
It was a night so precious, every moment unseen, that he didn't want to miss it.
That thought crossed his mind, but Muha held on with incredible self-control.
He didn't know that if he ate anything, Lacrahan would scold him.
"I'm going to the palace! Get out of here! I'll go back and become the Emperor! Aaah!"
Kelita, wild and furious, suddenly ran towards Muha.
"You think you're the only ones who can ride birds? I can ride too!"
Kelita, seemingly spurred on by some unknown source of energy, sprinted towards Muha at full speed, and then... gulped.
She disappeared into Muha's mouth.
As soon as he swallowed Kelita, Muha shamelessly turned his head away, pretending nothing had happened.
He then pretended to brace himself by poking the underside of his wing with his beak.
Lacrahan and Bercheria, who had been watching, simultaneously shouted,
"Muha! No!"
"Spit it out! Muha!"
Muha, pretending not to hear anything, tidied his feathers before placing his chin and beak on the floor and closing his eyes.
***
Because Muha, who had swallowed Kelita and shamelessly started pretending to sleep, Lacrahan and Bercheria had no choice but to stop in the middle of the desert.
“Aren’t you cold?”
He laid his cloak on the floor and lay leisurely on it.
Lacrahan was lying on his side, facing Bercheria, playing with her body with his fingers.
“Not cold at all. It’s just right.”
Bercheria was as resistant to the cold as Lacrahan.
Any other woman would have shivered, unable to handle this weather.
“Ever since I was little, I’ve been afraid of women.”
A smile spread across Bercheria’s lips.
“Is this about this life?”
“Come to think of it, I think I’ve been like this my entire life.”
Bercheria gazed at the stars that adorned the sky, seemingly ready to pour down, then turned to Lacrahan.
Since becoming a god, Bercheria had always been amazed by their beauty, even though she knew that the stars that lit up the sky were simply byproducts of the universe. She never got tired of it.
"Even though I became human, I possessed powers that transcended them. I was afraid of things that could be easily broken."
"Because women are generally weak?"
"Yeah. I think that's why I didn't get close."
Bercheria groaned and lay down on her side like Lacrahan.
The two faced each other on the soft desert floor.
"How did you feel when I was human? Didn't I feel weak?"
"You."
Lacrahan pressed his lips against Bercheria's soft ones.
“You were so lovely from the start, I couldn’t even judge.”
Her soft skin, cooled by the wind, was rubbed, and her body temperature melted within.
Lacrahan cupped her side of her face and ear with his hand, and her small face was completely contained in his hand.
He skillfully infiltrated it.
She was warm, comfortable, and maddeningly lovely.
“Hmm.”
Lacrahan loved it when Bercheria was absorbed in his movements.
He felt her complete surrender.
In that moment, he felt as if she would grant him whatever he asked without resistance.
“Should we both stop being gods?”
Lacrahan pressed his lips wetly against Bercheria’s chin, breathing heavily and tilting her head back.
He slowly moved down, following the tendons that crisscrossed her neck.
“Then, what should we do?”
“Human.”
Humans are beautiful because they are finite.
Knowing there's an end, the present moment can only shine brighter because of it.
Every day, every hour becomes precious, and we live praying that our lives will one day end simultaneously.
Knowing I can't live a single day without you, I hope you won't have to live another day in pain.
That was the way humans shared love.
"Not a life where everything is tedious because you have to live so long, but a life where you live in a hectic state, not knowing when you'll die."
"Because everything is beautiful only when it ends."
"Yes. You're right."
Lacrahan's hand tugged down Bercheria's thin dress.
Amidst the twinkling stars, the most perfect curves appeared before his eyes.
"Even if you wrinkle here and sag with age, you'll still be the most beautiful woman in the world."
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes. Among grandmothers, that is."
Bercheria burst out laughing at Lacrahan's joke.
Then, as he buried his head in a secret place, her brows furrowed in an instant.
"Ah."
How lovely was the woman who reacted to his every move, as if he were moving.
"Let's take it slow today. Let's stay by each other's side for a long time."
It was a night so precious, every moment unseen, that he didn't want to miss it.
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