The devil girl carefully approached the man and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Just as she was about to gather strength in her legs and kick off with all her might, her body froze. In her shimmering reflection, she looked at herself.
“You haven’t answered yet, right?”
“….”
“How did I survive?”
The silver-haired woman lowered her head, making eye contact with the girl as she slowly stepped forward.
The devil, overwhelmed by the divine power radiating from the priestess—far more intense than before—did not dare to raise its head.
An elegant voice, reminiscent of one used when teaching children in church, flowed softly from Priestess Emily’s lips.
“Everything near me that can flow turns into holy water. It’s a fairly simple power, don’t you think?”
She continued, “The reason I don’t die is because all the blood in my body has turned into holy water.”
When the priestess made a small gesture, the ominous essence near her began to glow white. It lost its sticky quality, transforming into pure holy water.
The devil, confronted with her overwhelming sanctity, nearly lost its mind.
Meanwhile, the man accompanying the devil quietly gritted his teeth, reached into his leather bag, retrieved a hidden weapon, and quickly hurled it toward the ground.
“… Huh? What’s this?”
The priestess tilted her head at the sight of the small iron ball rolling toward her feet.
As she bent down to examine it more closely, the iron orb cracked open, releasing an intense light that filled the area.
“Uh, huh? What is this?”
Blinded by the radiant baptism of light, Priestess Emily staggered back. Seizing the opportunity, the man grabbed the devil girl by his side and launched himself into the still-open secret passage.
The entrance sealed tightly the moment the man and girl entered.
When Priestess Emily regained her senses, all she could see in the alley were the lifeless bodies of priests.
Even after scanning her surroundings, the doctor and the devil were nowhere to be found.
“… What a waste of time.”
Emily’s shoulders slumped in frustration at the missed chance. From behind her, the loud grumbling of a divine beast broke the silence.
“Puh-hee-hing!”
“… You come crawling over after I’ve been thoroughly beaten?”
Irritated, she kicked at Francis, her white horse, who had arrived only after everything was over.
The horse easily dodged and looked at her with what seemed like pity, flicking its head toward the alley behind them.
“Well, is something happening now?”
She frowned at Francis, who seemed insistent, and turned to listen to the commotion behind her.
“Hey, what’s going on!”
“Ho, all the black tea has turned into holy water!”
“Oh no, what are we supposed to do? What kind of disaster is this?”
“Priestess! Where is the priestess from earlier? This must be her doing!”
“… Did I cause an accident?”
The silver-haired priestess’s face turned red with embarrassment as she realized what had happened. She had lost control of her power, inadvertently creating a miracle that turned all the drinks in the area into holy water.
Unable to lift her head from the shame of her mistake, she stood amidst the chaos.
The divine beast, in its peculiar way, tried to comfort her while holy water writhed and rippled in search of the devil.
It was a peculiar scene—holy water replacing the essence of drinks and a mischievous divine beast soothing its master—marking a small disturbance in an alley of Aran.
***
“Were you here?”
Julius, embarrassed beyond words, had just paid compensation to the innkeeper. Wandering the streets at night in search of the escaped nightmare, he finally found his wife crouched in a shadowy corner.
Fine lines traced her luxurious dress, woven from shadows.
The devil, resembling Cecil in her vibrant, healthy beauty from before childbirth, sat staring blankly at a trembling kitten in the corner.
Julius approached her quietly and spoke softly.
The nightmare, startled by his sudden presence, quickly turned her head to face him.
“Ah, not yet! Didn’t I say that it wasn’t the right time? Seriously, did you really come all the way here to catch me?”
“Are you crazy? There’s no way I would do something like that with someone like you.”
“Well, then what were you trying to do?”
“Didn’t you say that if I want Cecile back, I have to give her affection? I was planning on just holding hands and sleeping together.”
The heretic inquisitor frowned, appearing displeased, as if it was something that could not be helped.
Looking at him, Nightmare felt her heart grow numb yet warm. She felt hurt as a devil who was not loved by him, and the relief that bloomed from her husband’s firm love as Cecile.
Conflicting emotions swirled in her head, creating torment for Nightmare.
“… Really? That’s all?”
As she lowered her face with a sullen expression, the kitten that had been shivering beside her slowly approached the Nightmare and rubbed its face against her.
“… Are you really trying to comfort me?”
“Meow…”
“Wow, thank you. Even if my husband doesn’t love me, it’s something I have to endure as his wife.”
“Who is my wife?”
Nightmare frowned and deliberately avoided her husband’s glare. She lifted the kitten that was squirming toward her and whispered softly while stroking the fragile yet cute creature in her arms.
“I am your wife.”
“….”
“Cecile and I are now inseparable.”
‘Because our existence itself had become one.’
“I am Cecile Lionelta, a greedy person who wants to be loved by you, even as the ‘Emperor’s Nightmare.’”
“… I cannot give you love.”
“No, you have to give it.”
‘If you don’t give it to me, I will never return Cecile.’
For a thirsty person, even a drop of water was like honey.
However, those who feel their burning thirst ease even a little will continuously seek water to quench their desire.
The devil, gently stroking the kitten, raised her head.
Black eyes gleamed with an ugly desire.
Her innocence, which had acted like that of a v!rgin until now, was gone. Like that night, she was an animal crazed by love, craving affection.
Julius desperately tried to control his trembling heart as he looked at the devil, but her temptations were tightening their grip on him.
The wrists and ankles, once frail enough to break at the slightest touch, were no more. A beautiful, plump white arm rose gracefully to caress his face, and Cecile, from the time when she had captured his heart, flashed before his eyes.
“Love me,” she whispered.
‘Julius, my love.’
He eventually couldn’t bear it anymore and wrapped his arms around the woman in front of him, attempting to k!ss her as he had in her cabin.
But the priest stopped at the last moment, feeling the silver chain around his neck.
Their faces were so close their noses almost touched.
The wife smiled lovingly, gazing at her husband, whose eyes trembled with confusion.
The devil, smiling, stroked the necklace she had once given him. She easily crossed the fragile line Julius was desperately trying to preserve and gave him a deep k!ss, vastly different from the shy one they shared as a young boy and girl.
Years in the past, late at night, the boy and girl had shyly k!ssed beneath a large tree.
Now, late at night, the priest and the devil k!ssed immorally under a large wall.
There was no turning back.
Thinking this, the devil relaxed her entire body and surrendered to the sweet dream enveloping her.
Cecile’s dreams grew stronger, but in the end, the devil did not let go.
‘Just a little longer…’
Because she wanted to savor this sweetness for herself just a little more.
Feeling love filling her insides, the devil finally began to understand the dream she had experienced in the cabin.
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