“…In the first place, I just saw the title and left the note. Even thinking about it now makes me feel embarrassed!”
Before she realized it, her black eyes—once stained with devilish energy—had turned a clear blue, like the autumn sky. Nirhil, who had begun to exude a somewhat gentle aura, touched her blushing face and shouted at her former self.
“Hmm, I’ve been thinking about it for a while. If you’re a devil, why are you so embarrassed about this?”
“…Well, that is…”
“We’re already one, so why are our personalities so different? Didn’t the devil just mimic the owner of the body?”
The woman’s eyes, which usually looked dazed and always stayed hidden behind her husband’s back, now sparkled with a magical glint. Her head, which was only good at tilting back and forth aimlessly, suddenly came up with an answer.
“…Ah. Ha. I get it. Okay.”
“…What do you mean?”
“If we truly became one and you are also me, there’s only one answer.”
Gulp—
Despite the noisy scuffle, with the devil’s hair being yanked and strangled, the sound of her swallowing echoed—small but clear.
Nirhil wore a nervous expression, sweat forming on her brow.
And Cecil, watching her like that, bit the devil’s ear and calmly arrived at the correct answer.
“You’ve definitely become one with me. So, I am Cecil and Nirhil.”
Then what kind of personality did she have now?
The answer was simple.
The unicorn’s reaction changed every time her personality did.
Even while trying to seduce Julius, something had felt off—like something was missing.
“…You are the one who is Nirhil and Cecil.”
“To be exact—me, from the past.”
This was Cecil’s personality as a young girl, before meeting Julius.
“…your head only works properly at times like this. Lionelta’s child.”
“What’s cute is that now I finally understand why a thousand-year-old devil always acted like a bashful maiden.”
Cecil’s overwhelming personality had taken the lead, while the devil’s personality—born from the void and inherently weak—became unconscious and ended up mimicking the personality of a young girl.
Cecil nodded and smiled in satisfaction as the mystery behind Nirhil was finally unraveled.
“So you understand now? Even if you go out, you’ll just going to blush and run away. It’s only right for me to be out there. You should stay in here, playing with that doll!”
“Oh, but did you consider this? Our real body is in a state of eternal sleep. Even if you go into that world using a body from the dream world, there’s no way you can have that second child you keep talking about!”
“Why not? What on earth is the problem?” Cecil tilted her head, a dumbfounded expression on her face, as if she genuinely didn’t understand.
Taking the opportunity, Nirhil quickly cast a spell, teleporting onto the table and shouting triumphantly.
“The body from the dream world is ultimately nothing more than an illusion—something that will eventually dissipate. There’s no way something like conception is possible.”
“…Why would I even do it with the dream body? I’ll just do it with my sleeping body.” Cecil frowned subtly, clearly confused by what she had just heard.
The unexpected answer left the Emperor’s Nightmare stunned.
‘…What did my other half just say?’
“Woh, I can’t believe you just said that. You’ve really gone too far!”
“What do you mean? I used to do the opposite, so why can’t I do it like this now?” (G: She did the deed with her sleeping husband.)
And so, the shocking secret of the day Leira was conceived came to light, and a strange, sigh-inducing scene flickered through the devil’s mind—one who had yet to completely merge and still needed time to recall everything.
“This…”
“…This?”
“Hey! You shameless girl! Why would do something like that?!”
“You’re so naive. Love isn’t something you get just by sitting still. Love…” Cecil shrugged, full of confidence.
“…is something you win.” Cecil declared it with conviction.
The utter absurdity of the matter left Nirhil speechless…
‘If she is allowed to go out, my husband Julius would surely be defiled…again!’
It was a bizarre situation where the devil—usually the whisperer of corruption and symbol of evil—seemed normal, while the human had gone completely off the rails.
Nirhil clenched her molars as she looked at the Dream Gate, which had now completely emerged from the shadows and begun to take on the form of a complete ‘door.’
‘I must never let this madwoman out.’
Until now, she had endured great sorrow and tried to live as the perfect Cecil.
‘If returning to the ‘whole Cecil’ takes time, then it would be better for me to take the lead for a while…’
‘That’s right!’
Snap!
The sound of fingers snapping echoed from the devil’s hand—abrupt and out of place.
The shadows responded to the demonic sound and instantly enveloped Cecil.
After briefly glancing at her other-half, who had collapsed after struggling, Nirhil murmured to herself.
“Julius is a pure man. So I will try my best to become a woman worthy of standing by his side.”
“Mm! Mm-mm!”
“Let your head cool down here for a moment. Let me stay by his side for now.”
The devil stepped down from the table, tidied up her heretic inquisitor uniform like Julius would, took a deep breath, and began to move toward the waking world.
‘She had once been a perfectly ordinary girl—so how did she become like this?’
Just as the devil was about to step into the curtain of shadows, sighing with regret over her fallen self—
Cecil’s desperate voice rang out behind her.
“Langsahil! Stop that b*tch! No matter how much of a mess I am, I’m the only one who can be by Julius’ side!”
Dag-dak— Dag-dak— Quang!
The thunderous sound of hooves echoed through the banquet hall.
At the devil’s feet—just before she could escape into the waking world—appeared the alter ego of Langsahil, one of the 24 devils, wreathed in pitch-black magical energy.
He had revealed himself.
“This thing attacked without even knowing its master… kek.”
An ancient devil who hated virgins and devoured unicorns—Langsahil, the One Who Stabs to Death—ignored his master’s will. With unwavering belief, he mercilessly struck down Nirhil, who had taken on the form of a girl.
Chaos broke loose without warning.
Taking advantage of the moment, the woman in the brown skirt—Cecil Lionelta—tore away the shadows cloaking her body. She raised her snow-white thumb and praised the black unicorn.
“Thank you, Langsahil! I won’t forget this favor. If I have a second child, I’ll catch at least one unicorn for you… kek!”
As she grinned and gave her long-winded thanks, Langsahil whipped his jet-black mane and gathered his devil energy into his horn—then struck the poor woman mid-speech.
It was incomprehensible.
Didn’t Langsahil only hate v!rgins?
“… Kek… What’s even dumber is that next to a pure v!rgin, the thing Langsahil hates most is pure love…”
Cecil, flung aside like Nirhil before her, landed near the devil.
What filled the banquet hall now was not pure love with a pure devil, but only the screams of a woman swallowed by pure madness.
Gwaaa!
The unicorn in the dream world cried out in satisfaction.
The ancient devil’s hatred of purity—whether real or false—was an unshakable, unbreakable belief.
“… Ugh, that’s not it.”
The death of Cecil, driven mad by love.
The day she and she would become completely one—It still seemed far off.
***
“… No, this is right.”
A great evil shimmered faintly like a mirage.
So dangerous, it looked as if it might vanish at any moment.
The day when she and she would become one was still far away.
Or maybe… not.
A story of love and madness that unfolded in a world of dreams.