“You, Julius… What are you talking about?”
“Ha, has this devil gone from doing this to being deaf? I told you to f*ck off.”
“What are you talking about? I am your wife. Where are you going?”
“Tsk, is my wife a corpse inhabited by a scum-like devil? Even concentrating on this conversation is unpleasant.”
The neat blonde hair, grown like a nobleman’s in a fairy tale, fluttered, and the golden eyes flashed with bitter coldness.
In them, the image of a filthy devil was reflected.
The image of Cecile in the heretic inquisitor’s eyes became blurred. Clicking his tongue, he turned his head slightly, as if looking at something utterly repulsive.
“It’s me, it’s me. This is Cecile, the one you love. Why… why are you talking so harshly?”
“The Cecile I loved is already dead. Not some b*tch who reeks of a rotting corpse.”
His words flew like an arrow, tearing through her ears and burrowing deep into her heart.
Cecile clutched her trembling arm, forcing a smile as she prayed for mercy from the man she loved.
“I will do better. If you want, I won’t ask you to love me anymore. Just… please… please don’t abandon me.”
“… I’m sorry, but I’m already sick of you. Did you really think I would spend the rest of my life clinging to a dead woman?”
Julius, his golden eyes glinting with indifference, looked down at Cecile.
The light had long since disappeared from his gaze, leaving only cold detachment. As the corners of his mouth twisted slightly, he shook his head, as if pitying her.
“You promised… You promised to spend your life looking only at me. Did you lie when you said you would love only me forever?”
“Hah, isn’t it obvious that something like that was a lie? It was exhausting having to deal with your constant filth, so I had no choice but to play along. I hope you didn’t actually believe it.”
The heretic inquisitor frowned, glancing at her briefly as though he could no longer bear to entertain the conversation. Then, without another word, he turned away and walked toward the hut’s exit, his broad back facing her.
‘This can’t happen. If he leaves me, I won’t even be able to breathe.’
Desperation seized her as she forced her trembling feet forward.
The rough fabric of her cheap skirt brushed against her legs as she lunged toward his retreating figure.
—Thud!
She collapsed. Someone had tripped her.
“Ah! Who… who did that? Who’s getting in my way?”
“Tsk, stop causing a scene and just disappear already, Cecile.”
Lying with her nose pressed against the rough wooden floor, Cecile heard a smooth, almost enchanting voice. Slowly, she lifted her head, searching for the speaker.
Ebony-black hair, reminiscent of the night sky.
A divine radiance surrounding her body, proof of her favor from the Angel of Love.
She was a woman who had always been by Julius’s side—a presence in his life that Cecile had never known.
Thalia Ziffnel.
With lips as red as an apple, she covered her mouth and sneered, as though amused by the sight before her.
Unlike Cecile’s plain, worn clothing, she was adorned in luxurious silk, flaunting her elegant figure.
“Brother is far too good to waste his life on an ugly woman like you. Don’t you think someone of his caliber deserves a proper match?”
She sighed, her dark eyes filled with disdain as she looked at Cecile, who lay sprawled on the floor in humiliation.
“But since you keep speaking out of turn without knowing your place, you’re only making my brother uncomfortable. Please, do not come any closer to him. Stay away from my husband.”
“What do you mean, your husband? Julius is my husband! I will never give him to you!”
“Isn’t it time to admit it? A worthless doll with a devil forced into its corpse, and me, the angel’s favorite. Our Father in heaven knows who is more suitable to be His counterpart.”
Cecil bowed her head and said nothing.
Unable to hold back her laughter at Cecil’s pathetic attitude, Thalia’s laughter echoed throughout her precious cabin.
The sight of her turning gracefully and slowly walking toward the blond-haired man who was watching from afar was engraved in Cecil’s eyes.
“Why are you late?”
“Ah, I just chatted with Cecil for a moment.”
“Tsk, don’t talk to dirty devils.”
“Hehehehe, I understand, brother—no, honey.”
“Khukh…”
All her tears had already poured out, her beautiful face turning red as bloody tears streamed down her cheeks.
Cecil just sat on the floor of the cold cabin, shedding silent tears.
In her hand, she held a small black dagger that devoured even light, as if it were the answer.
“…If I don’t receive your love, my life has no value anymore.”
‘As I promised.’
‘Liar.’
Her hand slowly rose.
Feeling the cool touch of the dagger drawing a red line on her pure white neck, Cecil tightened her grip and tried to slit her throat in a single slash.
“…cil, get up quickly.”
She tried to cut her throat.
“Cecil, wake up quickly. Shouldn’t you eat and sleep?”
‘I have to cut off my…’
“Cecil, Cecil!”
“Uh, huh?”
Her tightly closed eyes opened, and what she saw was a blond man looking at her with concern.
‘Where am I?’
‘I was abandoned by Julius. I was about to die.’
‘But what is this soft texture I feel beneath me?’
Julius, who was looking at her with a puzzled expression, kept tilting his head in confusion. Then, as if bewildered, he tapped his wife’s forehead with his finger.
“You said we would live here forever, but was your plan just to sleep around and do no housework? Stop playing petty tricks and get up quickly.”
“…Aren’t you going to get married?”
“What kind of nonsense is that?”
Julius frowned.
When the face of the man in her dream—the one who despised her—overlapped with the face of her current husband, Cecil twitched and hurriedly spoke.
“…That Thalia or something…”
“Thalia is my family. She’s like a real younger sister. What kind of nonsense have you been saying? You’re just spouting one absurdity after another.”
As if he couldn’t listen anymore, he turned his back on her, opened the bedroom door, and walked out toward the living room.
Seeing this, Cecil was filled with anxiety again. She hurriedly stood up and followed him outside at a brisk pace.
This time, unlike in her dream, she didn’t trip or fall.
‘It was really just a dream, after all.’
‘That’s right—there’s no way Julius would abandon me.’
‘No… They started this thing a while ago to make him abandon me. Get a grip, Cecil. If you keep acting stupid like this, you’ll lose his love.’
She kept shaking her head and lightly slapping her soft cheeks.
The heretic inquisitor, pretending not to notice his wife’s antics, indifferently pointed at the table and spoke.
“Eat. It’s still better than not eating anything.”
“…What is this?”
On the small table lay pitch-black roses.
How on earth did he manage to get these, when they wither away in an instant?
Cecil stammered as she looked at Julius, who had somehow picked a bunch of fresh black roses.
“Erm, you… really want me to eat this now?”
“In the heretic inquisitor’s training, there was a method for procuring food from the mountains in case of emergencies. Even flowers can be a great source of nourishment.”
Then, he casually plucked a rose petal from the table, placed it in his mouth, and chewed.
As Cecil watched, Julius’s expression quickly turned sour.
He huffed, frowned, and spat out the rose petal.
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