Chapter 37 - Unbaptized Black Beast

My whole body stiffened for a moment.

I stumbled and sat down without realizing it, but I heard the sound of water slapping under my feet while wearing slippers, so I looked down.

Blood.

Too much blood is soaking on the floor from a man.

"Uh, uh, uh!"

The scream didn't even come out properly. My head cooled down in an instant.

Why, why? Why did this happen all of a sudden?

What's going on here?

I wandered between unbreakable questions and took a short breath.

There was a bloody smell that I had never smelled before. I almost sickened, but I heard a fallen knight gasping in front of me.

"Ah… Run away… my lady."

The knight was speechless. His voice snapped.

It seems like the top of my head to my toes is cooling down.

I just stood there for a while as if I were nailed.

Someone made an assassination.

It was as certain as that.

But this castle is definitely protected by Henriette's boundaries and magic, how?

At that time, very vague and familiar voices brushed my ears lightly.

– Ah…ple- please….

-….Please, run away.

I looked around with my head up in surprise, but I couldn't see anyone.

But I was convinced. This is the voice of ghosts.

-… We have been interrupted by….magic…

– assassins …. they are…..Guard

– ….master…..

The voices of the ghosts sounded as if they were going to break soon.

But soon enough, even that disappeared completely.

My head didn't work at all. My jaw trembled like it was cramping.

It was the other bloodstains that led to the floor of the hallway beyond the dead knight's body that brought me to my senses.

It's headed…. into Carlyx's room?

Before I could think of anything, my legs started to move first.

There were not one or two knights lying in the hallway. From time to time, servants were also seen.

I didn't want to look closely at their demise, but as I went on, there were some features that caught my eye.

All of them had their throats cut off.

Horizontally, like a sharp blade cut in an instant.

It sounds very faint, but as the ghosts say, a real assassin came in.

Even those who are protected from the power to sabotage magic.

Meanwhile, I suddenly remembered that there was a star called Guardian's "the implied desire of the abyss."

There is a friendly relationship between the stars of the Guardian and The Apocalypse.

The star of protection, "The Lady of Silver Eyes," has long been at odds with the star of protection, "The Apocalypse," which is an implied abyss.

Therefore, the protection of the implied abyss is usually the power to destroy all magic and mana.

The assassins who came into our castle are probably the ones who received the protection.

Despite the dangerous situation, I was now very calm.

Perhaps it is thanks to the spirit of an adult who remembers death holding his head up instead of a child's.

When I forced my legs to walk down, I arrived in Carlyx's room in a hurry, and the door was open.

As I hurriedly swallowed my breath and narrowed my eyes, I saw two guys tangled in the dark.

A big man is holding up a sword, covering Carlyx's struggling mouth, sitting on him!

"D, don't! Hey!"

In a hurry, I shouted loudly before he could think of anything.

Then I picked up the vase on a nearby table and threw it hard at the assassin.

A vase hit him on the shoulder.

"Gasp!"

The man looked sharply at me immediately.

Carlyx's gaze, which was puffing and breathing in the dark, also caught my eye. He shouted urgently.

"Bean! Run! Run! Father … Argh!"

A man with a black mask on his face grabbed Carlyx's flesh and threw him into the wall behind the bed, and threw himself toward me.

I turned around in a hurry because I felt scared.

"Oh! Dad! Help me ······· Ah!"

Gasp.

A great pain hit my back at the moment.

The assassin kicked me.

I rolled along, and the assassin stepped on my fallen shoulder and lowered himself.

"It would be no use trying to call the Duke. The others are already there."

Tears poured out of fear and pain.

Behind the man's back, Carlyx was seen raising his body in a hurry.

He was breathing heavily with a pale face.

Seeing that his arms and legs are twisted one by one in a strange direction, he must have been almost killed while trying to deal with the assassin.

"N, no, no! Y, you're a bad guy! Daddy, daddy, uh…"

The assassin laughed in a low phlegmatic voice.

When the sharp sword in his hand touched right next to my neck, Carlyx shouted in a cracking voice.

"Dogs, dogs have nothing to do with us! Don't! Don't kill her! You son of a bitch!"

"Blame your father if you can. Our employer should want to live a long time."

Darkness filled with the back of the man's shoulders seemed to be strangely floating.

I gulped down my tears, and soon saw the darkness in the room slowly begin to pour.

"Isn't it natural that a cornered rat bites a cat? The more enemies you have, the more people like me will fall…"

Crack crack.

The assassin's neck suddenly snapped in the opposite direction. I felt the scream I was about to come out blocked in the middle of my neck.

Subsequently, the vastly fluctuating darkness swept around the body of the assassin.

I began to tremble my whole body as I saw that the huge darkness began to tear apart the paper-like body as if an animal had raised its teeth and swallowed its prey.

"*sob *sob·····!"

Tears have clouded my eyes so much that I don't know what's what anymore.

Only one familiar piece of paper was clearly seen in the middle, fluttering and falling to the floor.

It's a paper that I use to draw pictures.

It fell on the blood that began to collect on the floor under the darkness that set it up and became red.

"Ugh, ugh······!"

I swallowed my tears and bit my lips, and Carlyx, who was frozen in the dark daylight on the bed, caught my eyes.

I managed to crawl up to bed, and then hugged Carlyx's shivering head with a blue face.

"D, don't look at that, stop looking at it, don't look at it! Ah, no!"

Tears welled up through the tangled pronunciation of "Don't look at it!"

But Carlyx's body suddenly stretched in my arms.

"Oh, oh, brother ····?"

I loosened my arm slightly and he seemed unconscious.

"He must have fainted. Children can't stand the shock."

A very familiar voice, which should not be heard in the terrible smell of blood, covered the room coldly and filled with water, scratched my spine.

The pretty voice of a boy who sounds familiar and the familiar soft and friendly way of speaking.

"rather than that….Rossette"

There was a sense that cold water spilled all over my spine at once.

"I saved you, but you're not going to say thank you this time?"

The survival instinct, which hurriedly raised its head, stung me sharply in the back of my neck.

It's been a long time since fear soaked my cheeks.

"There's nothing left. It's okay to turn around. Oh, my God… Were you afraid of blood?"

With a sighing voice, the terrible smell of blood filled the room disappeared in one breath.

"It's really okay to look back now. Look here."

What the hell's that familiar voice behind my back?

No, maybe it was the same from beginning to now.

"Look at me."

Eventually, I slowly looked back, listening to a gentle whisper.

I could see the face of the boy I knew right away.

Red shining black eyes, beautiful white face.

Kian is smiling in the dark.

"uh..uh"

I still shivered with fear and looked over his back.

The floor and walls, which had been covered with blood before, were only clean.

However, Kian's hands, which were standing right in front of the bed, were covered with blood.

Black hands with sharp fingertips were filled with blood, a far cry from what I remembered.

He raised his eyebrows big when he saw where my eyes were touching.

"Oh, this."

Then, he wiped the blood on his hands as if nothing had happened.

The window was draped with curtains, and not a single moonlight could penetrate the room.

Even the faint light from the hallway is eaten by Kian's shadow.

The shadows that spread beneath his feet soon turned dark and blackened the whole room.

"Now, are you alright?"

Kian sprang his hands in front of my eyes.

The hand, which had clearly had a bizarre shape until now, had already become human's, and there was no blood on it.

I gasped and forced my voice out.

"Why, why, uh, how, how did you get here, how did you get here? How? Why?"

"Oh, Rossette······,"

Kian laughed as if he were sighing and whispered my name sweetly as if it were rolling in his mouth.

"How could I not have come when you were in danger?"

When I saw him smile in the rapture of the day, I froze all over.

"When you thought of me for a long time earlier, I was actually so happy that I wanted to come right away. But I was going to wait because I thought you'd be surprised again… There's something going on where my patience doesn't have to last that long. I could tell right away."

I tried to raise my head very slowly and look straight at Kian's face.

He was staring at me, just off the paper on the floor.

As he met my eyes, Kian folded his eyes and smiled.

"My lovely little friend, there's nothing to fear now, so it's okay to feel safe. You didn't forget about it, did you?"

Kian asks me in a gentle tone, as if to reassure me, but I was in a disgustingly fearful mood.

"Didn't I promise that when you always 'think' of me and I'll come?"

"...n, no, what."

I tried to spread my distance from Kian by struggling to move on the bed.

I didn't know what would happen, so I didn't take my eyes off it.

"no, y, y, you're not human, are you? What the hell are you? Why, why are you doing this to me?"

I sat with my back close to the wall behind the bed, but I was still shaking hard.

Kian didn't come closer to me like that, but he didn't back down and just looked at my face.

He seemed to be trying to bring something up, but stopped for a moment. Then after a long time, he picked his words and opened his mouth again.

"I just wanted to save you. How can I stand still when I know someone is trying to kill you?"

I emptied my eyes for a moment because I couldn't see well because of the tears on my eyelashes.

When I opened my eyes again, Kian was approaching me.

He whispered softly enough to pass by, who lowered his gaze to me, who swallowed in surprise.

"Isn't that what's friends are, Rossette?"

He smiled in his red, black eyes.

It was only then that I could recall one memory that I had forgotten.

"You…"

I managed to squeeze out a mixture of crying and trembling voices.

"H, holy spirit. You, you, you're the king, aren't you?"

Kian's shadow fluctuated like sea water under a dark cloud without a sip of moonlight.

Among the castles, special monsters can speak human speech, and reason and intelligence exist.

Their true appearance is far from human, but there are also very few of them that resemble humans.

So there are some people who pretend to be human and live in a mixture.

"Ah·······."

In the first place in my novel, there is no such thing as a monster except for the holy spirit.

Because they were the only vestiges of the curse left in the world where God had disappeared, and the most terrible disaster.

"I can't believe it."

The monster in front of me took off the image of the boy, scratching his brain like he was enchanted.

It was not long before a huge cloud of darkness rose.

"Now you don't think I'm a fake that doesn't exist, do you? How sad it is to hear the fact that I don't exist even though I'm here in this world."

The curse left by God who disappeared from this world.

In my unfinished novel, the one that was supposed to be in the final chapter.

I remembered everything I had forgotten at this moment of horror.

The fact that this novel I wrote was originally scheduled for a bad ending.

"At least I didn't want to be treated like that by you. My cute human friend."

With such a worst-case ending, the existence to lead this world has already been decided.

"They were all afraid of me…"

The cold, long hair touched my cheeks.

It was so cloudy and breathless that I couldn't even find out what he was looks like.

Only the voice is not the boy's that I remember.

Still too sweet, too low, beautiful and cold.

It whispered into words.

"Call me the king of holy spirits who rules those lowly things."

A living disaster

Altva's apocalypse. The greatest curse. The master of everything.

On this day, I met someone I shouldn't have met the most that I've ever created.