“You know, it’s a bit funny to think that a saint is talking to a devil in his room like this.”
“… If you know, don’t talk about it in the first place.”
“Wasn’t your daughter completely resurrected when the Nightmare entered her body?”
The black clay, which had clumsily imitated a boy’s form, looked puzzled when it saw the saint, Erman, reading a forbidden book with a solemn face.
Seeing the devil constantly tilting its head as if it couldn’t understand, Erman closed the forbidden book he was reading, shut his eyes for a moment, and sat back in his chair.
“Hmph, that thing can’t be Cecil, right?”
“No, we high-ranking devils are of a different class from other devils. Moreover, the mimicry of the Nightmare that foresees the future and steps into the realm of God is at the level of overturning reality. I guess you don’t understand what it means to have the power of turning dreams into reality…”
“No, I am already fully aware that its power can even warp reality.”
“Then why are you doing this?”
The black mud imitated the appearance of a mature woman and her voice. No, “Turbid Desire,” one of the 24 devils, quietly closed her eyes and looked at the saint who was breathing lightly.
After silently taking a breath for a moment, the saint slowly opened his eyes and gently turned his head to the devil sitting on the bookshelf.
“You might have a hard time understanding this. No, it’s hard for most people to understand as well…”
“What do you mean?”
“Hmm… I guess I’ll try to explain with this pen.”
The saint, holding a black crystal pen that had been lying on the desk, lowered his voice and began to speak quietly.
“For example, if I were to shatter this pen right now, what would happen?”
“That’s right, it would break into pieces and become unusable.”
“But if it goes through the hands of a skilled craftsman, it can be repaired to look the same as before.”
“Do such great craftsman really exist?”
Pretending to be shocked, Turbid Desire stretched out her hands toward the ceiling. This time, she chattered in the form of a young girl.
“Even if you accept the pen after such repairs, you instinctively know, ‘Oh, this isn’t the pen I used back then.’”
“Um… So, no matter how similar it looks, it’s subtly different, right?”
“Yes. Human death itself causes the deterioration of existence. No matter how powerful the Nightmare is, it cannot undo the distortion of existence itself. Even if it perfectly mimics Cecil, there will always be a difference.”
“Yes. although it looks the same, you can’t live with someone who is just ‘similar’ or ‘alike’.”
The devil, creating a crude telescope that could barely hold its shape, pretended to look somewhere while holding the soggy construct.
After watching this scene for a moment, Erman sighed deeply and threw the pen toward the floor.
“That’s the problem.”
“…? What’s wrong if she is passionately in love with her husband?”
“Do you know the difference between a woman and a mother?”
“What nonsense! Mothers are women too! What are you trying to say?”
“… It’s infinite love for one’s children.”
“… Love?”
“If Cecil had truly been resurrected perfectly, she wouldn’t be able to look at Julius so calmly and whisper word of love.”
“What do you mean?”
“… Because Cecil sacrificed her life to give birth to Leira.”
The saint’s face reflected pain, even from the devil’s perspective.
The devil said nothing and only gazed sweetly at him.
“Why did the greatest heretic inquisitor cry and vent his anger in such cruel ways? Why did a saint, who should have served God more than anyone else, commit such acts?”
“….”
“God blessed the couple. But as a result of that blessing, Cecil’s vitality was taken away.”
The reason for Cecil Lionelta’s death was exhaustion. Her daughter had absorbed all of her mother’s energy to be born.
Erman spoke in a voice so low it was barely audible.
The devil trembled slightly, sensing the anger that filled the void. Black mud dripped to the floor with a squishy sound.
The saint’s eyes lowered slowly as he calmly looked down at the mess on the floor.
“Nevertheless, she loved her daughter. She tried until the end to hold her child in her arms for just one more second.”
“… Hmm.”
“But now? Even though she can use magic to travel through space at will, she doesn’t even try to bring Leira, who is with Krail.”
The mud on the floor began to dance, shifting into the forms of girls both big and small. It was, as if a strange dance was taking place in the saint’s room.
Watching the meaningless dance, Erman spoke calmly.
“For her, her daughter has become a means to regain her lost love from Julius. Even if she mimics her speech, her steps, and whispers love into his ear, that’s not Cecil.”
Filling her emptiness, love became just another desire-driven pursuit.
The black pen fell carelessly onto the floor, shattered by the mud’s movements. The fragments reflected the room in distorted fragments.
All the reflections told the story of a father mourning his daughter.
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