Inside a dark cave.
A woman with brown hair gently rose from a coffin that emitted a bluish light.
Her cloudy eyes were spectacular.
“The Emperor’s Nightmare” looked around the cave, where water droplets dripped steadily, her blue eyes now devoid of the clear and pure aura of her lifetime.
She smiled slightly.
“The future I longed for has finally arrived.”
Nightmare felt elated after escaping from the void and merging with Cecil Lionelta. This moment reminded her of an intriguing premonition she had glimpsed long ago when she first opened her eyes.
Living as the wife of the strongest man, surpassing even Tapnel, the Angel of Faith, would indeed be a joy.
The devil, now occupying Cecil’s beautiful, plump body—so unlike the frail one on the verge of death—carefully stood and reviewed the plan she had conceived long ago.
The memories inherited from Cecil’s body revealed much.
Heretic Inquisitor Julius Tapnel was truly a man of remarkable skill.
“With this body and Cecil’s spirit, winning the bet will be easy. In that case, setting a grand goal for a more entertaining game seems ideal.”
The thought of a faithful servant of God whispering love to a devil—mocking an arrogant god in heaven—brought a wicked grin to her face. The devil, reveling in the image of Julius as her representative, immersed in love and ‘happiness,’ lightly snapped her fingers.
Snap!
Through a crack in the air, a small, unassuming mansion appeared. Inside was a grieving man who had lost his wife and struggled with despair.
“I will grant your wish, poor child of Rom,” she murmured.
“You are my one and only husband.”
Exuding an evil and ominous aura, the devil stepped forward, her small mouth curling into a giggle as she walked.
The weather was quite chilly, yet the ‘evil’ devil, confident in her flawless plan, moved with a light, dance-like gait, eager to pull God’s servant into the abyss.
***
[Cecil’s POV]
“Oh, this isn’t it. If things follow the original plan, Julius will be so infatuated with me that he won’t be able to think straight…”
The devil, now bearing Cecil’s memories, muttered while covering her red face with one hand. As Cecil, she would have easily toyed with Julius. Unfortunately, as the ‘Emperor’s Nightmare,’ memories of the past haunted her. The sight of the bed alone triggered recollections of that fateful day, causing her to flee.
‘Go back quickly! We need to have a second child!’
“… I keep hearing strange noises in my head. This is madness.”
Suddenly, an intense blue energy flashed from her cloudy black eyes. The devil, suppressing her urge to return to Cecil, continued forward briskly.
“My ultimate goal, as both Cecil and a devil, is to be loved by him. We must keep it like this for a while.”
‘Go…Back!’
“Oh, really! Stop it. What kind of obscene desire is this?”
Nightmare groaned, feeling like she was losing her sanity due to the incessant voice in her mind. As she pressed on, an unusual scene unfolded before her.
A large white horse was prancing before a group of pretty women… a white horse?
Nightmare’s mouth fell open as she recognized Francis, now seemingly regrown his broken horn, majestically raising his head and dancing upright on two feet.
“… Are all divine beasts like this these days?”
‘Nod. Nod’
Cecil, still within her, seemed to agree.
The unicorn and the devil’s eyes met, the former caught mid-dance in front of the village girls.
“….”
“Chiii-ri-hihhh!”
Francis lowered his raised front leg and stiffly lifted his head, attempting to exude divine majesty.
Not a single word escaped the devil’s mouth as she watched this perverse display.
“… The world might be coming to an end.”
‘Let’s pretend I didn’t see that.’
Feigning ignorance, Nightmare turned her head and resumed her walk. Meanwhile, the unicorn, glancing at her from the corner of his eye, gathered the village girls again and resumed dancing.
The next day in Aran, rumors spread—so fantastical that even children doubted them—of a legendary beast performing a dance on the streets.
***
[Emily’s POV]
“Where did that rascal Francis run off to this time?”
Priestess Emily, her glossy silver hair tied roughly back and her charming purple eyes gleaming with irritation, glanced around, searching for the divine beast she had been raising.
She usually avoided taking him along because he became obsessed with village girls if given the chance. However, with Julius’s wife facing troubles, she needed him to be a reliable ally.
“Isn’t this guy always useless when it matters?”
Emily, giving up on finding the vanished Francis, turned her attention to the alley ahead.
The Aran branch was empty. Her search for the missing priests had led her to this shabby, foul-smelling alley.
“Wasn’t Aran supposed to be a safe city with no heretics or delinquents? Just looking at this place, it’s obvious the standards have dropped.”
‘Why had the priests come to a place like this?’
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