episode_0013

The number of visitors on the day before the execution ceremony was literally like a swarm of ants. This is because the news that the saint was on death row spread throughout the continent. They were all people who had received grace from the saint and wanted to do something for them before they died.

Busily bustling -.

“Saint! That rain, my name is Bilton! In the past, my leg was healed by a saint in a small mountain range in the Corinth region… !”

“This is a handwritten letter from the children of Wilhelm Orphanage. It may be impossible to read them all one by one, but please accept them at least for the sake of the children’s remarkable sincerity.”

Of course, there was a limit to the number of people in Tartarus, and Tartarus itself made it impossible for most humans to enter, so not everyone could enter.

Early in the morning, ‘strong men’ came to visit. For example, the ‘White Knights’ of the Holy Kingdom.

“Saint, it was an honor to serve you. There will never be another saint like you, neither in the past nor in the future. We will remember you forever.”

Or, the elf queen, the shrine ‘Elain Asteria’, who wept sincerely while bowing to the saint.

“Ma, Maria… ! sorry… I am so sorry… ! If I had been a little stronger, you wouldn’t have ended up in this situation… ! Ugh… !”

As a member of the warrior party, it was quite fun to watch the noble and arrogant elf queen, who said she didn’t cry even when she was born, cry for the first time in her life.

“Everyone, please stand up. How can precious people kneel down to a lowly death row inmate like me?”

The saint never lost her pure smile no matter who she greeted. It made me wonder if my facial muscles would become fixed like mine.

“There is only one thing I can teach you. Even when harsh winds and trials come, do not lose love. Love is the power of the omnipotent and omniscient God.”

I wondered if the visitation commotion would pass like that… The ‘real’ came in the afternoon.

From young children who did not know how to read to old people, everyone flocked to the Tower of Babel. There were quite a few people who crossed the continent overnight to meet the saint.

However, since ordinary humans could not even set foot in Tartarus, the saints and themselves were just stamping their feet.

Clap-.

“Saint, please come out.”

Celt, once the white knight of the Holy Kingdom and now the jailer of Tartarus, has taken action.

He took the saint out of Tartarus and brought her to the visiting room. It was a clear violation of the jailer’s rights, but surprisingly, it was said to be an order that came from Chief Hades, a far higher rank.

What on earth does a saint do? What kind of life have we lived so that even the god who governs death shows respect and respect? A truly curious sea.

Of course, I couldn’t follow her, so I had to endure the time of solitude alone.

It was a little painful to end my life in solitude, but I had always been alone anyway. I don’t want to regret being in trouble now.

Sigh-.

Clap-.

After a long time had passed, the sound of an iron door opening was heard.

One of three. Either the Celts came in, or the saint came back, or something.

“Thank you for taking me here, Kelt.”

“I just did my job.”

“… Celts are always hardworking. It looks good.”

“Thank you.”

The two came in together.

When I turned my head, I saw a saint with a gaunt complexion and a celt who was carefully supporting her.

Tired of yawning from a boring day, I opened my mouth in pleasure.

“Woah, saint. Did you have a good visit?”

What was heard was a Celtic voice.

“Joker, take good care of the saint.”

“What, what happened outside? The color of your face is unusual?”

“… I’m just trusting you.”

After saying those words, Kelt personally entered Tartarus, sat the saint down next to me, and walked out.

The steps looked somewhat desolate, so I tried hard not to take my eyes off them.

Clap-.

Soon, with a series of door sounds, Kelt’s back completely disappeared from sight. Only then did I turn my head to the saint next to me.

“I guess I overdid it.”

“Anyway… Isn’t life no longer useless tomorrow? .”

“Sometime they said it was love. I guess I don’t even want to pack it up anymore.”

A pale face with no trace of blood, a body slightly trembling.

I guess I was giving life to a subject who was already suffering from lack of life, by sharing that love or something.

Hwii – Shake it off.

The saint, who was barely sitting, fell forward like last time. The good news is that it fell on top of me. Because I avoided getting my face cooked by the hot geothermal heat.

“Kick.”

I suddenly became surprised. I found myself subconsciously thinking that I was ‘lucky’ that the saint was safe.

It was also a testament to the saint’s outstanding interpersonal friendliness. Oh, in this case, it’s not a great person, but a great demon.

“Saint.”

“Yes… .”

“You seem to have the energy to open your mouth.”

The saintess leaned her face against my chest and took a deep breath. It looked quite difficult.

The sound of heavy breathing pounded in my ears. A tingling sensation of unknown origin enveloped my heart.

This is my first time feeling like this.

“What happened in the visiting room?”

“Many… I met people… .”

“So-and-so came?”

“Nuns from our denomination also came… Elder dwarves also came… The wizards of the Magic Tower also came.”

After the war, the nuns were reduced to sex slaves for monsters. Dwarves became the devil’s army’s tunnel miners’ slaves, and wizards took the path of becoming test subjects for warlocks.

All of them are lacking in some way, with screws missing. Like a saint with no eye color.

“We met each other.”

“… .”

“Was there anything else? Was there anything like a hero or Lilith that came to make fun of you?”

“There was.”

“It’s obvious even if you don’t look at it. They must be mischievous devils.”

Even if the saint is lying on top of me, even if she is rubbing the top of her head against my chin with her face pressed against my chest, I am in a position where I cannot move.

Gradually-.

“Cluck.”

Except when I suffer from these damn seizures.

Ha, what on earth is this, that even the only thing that moves independently of others has nothing to do with my will?

… No, in fact, even this seizure was intentional by Merlin Gregory. In fact, I am no different from a plant demon.

“Joker.”

“Why.”

“Joker, are you satisfied with your life?”

The saintess asks out of the blue, panting, as if she might run out of breath at any moment.

“Why are you suddenly asking that?”

“I just asked. Shouldn’t that be the case?”

“Do you think you will have regrets about life now that it is time to die?”

“… Honestly, it’s a little bit like that. As an apostle of the Lord, I thought I had to accept death without regret, but I guess I have no choice.”

“What do I regret?”

“It’s a pity that it seems like it’s coming too soon.”

“Saint, how old are you this year?”

“I am twenty-eight years old.”

“He’s about the age of my grandchild’s grandchild’s grandchild’s grandson’s grandson.”

My life is longer than most countries… Still, I belong to the younger group among demons. Like the ‘King’ of the southern part of the Demon World, there are old people in the back room of Jinseong who have lived for over a million years.

“Joker.”

“Why.”

“Joker, have you ever been in love?”

What is that young question?

“I tried it a hundred times. Do you know how many female demons frowned at my superb technique?”

“Love is not just about physical pleasure.”

“Then what kind of love are you talking about?”

“I thought I had always lived a life of love… When I lie down here and look back, I see that there is no love in my life.”

“… ?”

“Isn’t it strange? The fact that the saint who should spread love more faithfully than anyone else has actually never loved.”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

“I am not talking about love as a saint Mary, but love as a girl Mary. It is an emotion commonly referred to as love and desire.”

The saintess had spent so much of her life that she couldn’t even lift a finger and only kissed her lips.

I subconsciously wanted to see that figure, but all I could see was the back of the saint’s head covered in a nun’s robe.

“You sound like you’re in trouble.”

“Is that so?”

“What kind of girl is she at 28? The world calls a woman like a saint an old maid.”

“You are the first person to call me an old maid.”

“Pfft,” the saintess giggled softly. The sound of laughter blowing like a gentle breeze somehow made me feel at ease.

“Joker.”

“Why again.”

“Have you ever truly loved someone?”

“Nothing like that. I don’t trust anyone.”

“I think I am. I just realized this.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

The saint raised her head with difficulty. He stared at me, his snow-white face pressed against the sticky dust.

“However, it seems it is too late.”

“… .”

Eyes closed with an eye patch decorated with dried blood.

A nose that stands out brightly.

Small, cracked lips with no trace of vitality.

After going to the visiting room during the day, my skin suddenly lost its glow.

Only a faded face.

“Joker.”

“Why do you keep saying.”

“Am I pretty?”

“… .”

The saintess bit her lower lip with anticipation.

Seriously, would I want to ask such a question after turning 28?

It’s cute.

“No, it’s not pretty.”

“Is that so.”

“Why are you asking something so obvious?”

Even though the answer was probably the opposite of her expectations, the saint was not upset at all. She had a gentle smile on her face.

“Do you feel good when you are told you are ugly?”

“Joker, you are really good at lying.”

“What?”

“If I hadn’t been hanging out with Joker for the past week, I probably would have just been fooled by his acting.”

“Are you saying I told a lie?”

Even though I asked the question a bit harshly, the saintess’s calm and peaceful expression did not change. It was a smile like a well-built castle.

“Joker, do you know that?”

“What else.”

“You were the first creature to say that I was not beautiful.”

“Really?”

“Elves, dwarves, and dragons who have seen me at least once have always complimented me on my appearance. In the past, the Goddess of Beauty once gave her a high praise, saying, ‘A beauty that will never be seen again in royal history.’ ”

“It looks like everyone’s eyes are strained.”

“Ahaha.”

A clear laugh rose up between us.

How on earth can he make such a refreshing laugh with a hoarse voice? It’s truly puzzling.

“Joker.”

“Why again this time.”

“Can I be a little rude?”

Saying those words, the saint slowly began to extend her upper body towards my face.

Naturally, her face came closer and closer to me.

I didn’t know what it meant.

“… Do whatever you want.”

Extending her face toward me, the saint clumsily pursed her lips.

The clumsiness and foolishness.

In my eyes, having played with numerous succubi, this one seemed more fascinating than any other female.

This is truly amazing.

There is no color flowing or red lipstick applied to the lips.

These are plain lips, faded lips.

She must be a woman who stands in complete contrast to me, a demon.

It doesn’t look like someone would have an instinctive desire for sex.

Slurp-.

gulp-.

I don’t even know why the ugly desire to roughly ravage those lips right now is stirring deep in my heart.

Even as I continued to think, the saint became closer and closer to me. The distance between the saint and me decreased to about 1 centimeter. A weak breath settled on my lips.

Pook-.

At that time, the saint collapsed helplessly. Right in front of my head, which I was struggling to raise, the lips of the saintly woman, who would have originally been in contact with mine, unintentionally kissed my neck.

“What are you doing to make you lose your temper?”

“Ahaha… .”

“Did you set the mood like that for this?”

“I apologize. body… I can’t move as I want… .”

The saintess was breathing a little loudly. I was a little worried that if things continued like this, I would die before I could get to the guillotine.

The saintess put her forehead under my chin and closed her eyes. Heavy darkness enveloped us.

Through the gloom, the saint’s back was visible. This is the back of her head as she sobbed sadly.

“Since I cannot violate the virtue of chastity, I wanted to commit at least a minor deviation like kissing… .”

“It’s a simple deviation.”

“To me, the apostle of God… I guess even that wasn’t allowed… .”

“Pathetic.”

All life has something called desire. A base desire hidden at the bottom of the heart.

I have never seen anyone without it. Even angels, creatures of the gods, harbored desires deep down that they were ashamed to reveal.

“The saint seems to have no obscene desires.”

“I’m a human too… . How can there be no desire…? .”

“Lust, pleasure, debauchery, sloth, greed… It’s what everyone wants, but I don’t know what the saintess has in mind. Would you like to pick it yourself? What desire are you closest to?”

“If I had to choose, it would be pleasure… .”

Pleasure?

Is this the saint I know?

“Didn’t I just presumptuously try to kiss you…? . It was the most vulgar desire of my life… .”

“… .”

Ai, did I say something again? Well then.

“Saint, that’s true. I’m not saying it’s obscene, I’m saying it’s cute. This innocent girl.”

“Is that so… ? haha… .”

“The voice is creeping in. Tomorrow is the execution ceremony, but can you sleep now?”

“It’s a shabby desire to sleep… I am such a lazy person… .”

With those words, the saint lost consciousness. I didn’t bother to wake her because she was so tired. Because the condition was so bad.

The saintess quietly talks in her sleep.

“Mother… .”

The dreamy sleep-talk contained heartfelt, incongruous emotions.

“I miss you… .”

The body of the saint lying on top of me trembled.

It was an extremely small and delicate body. I bend my knees a little and drink a little, so that it is completely on top of me.

Noble, noble, and great saint of the sun, leader of tens of thousands of saints, the only hope of the continent… … .

Such a strong woman is actually a girl who longs for this kind of fresh love… You’re just an old maid.

Fate is truly a strange thing. At the end of that strange fate, Saint Mary is walking next to me in my dreams.

Impatiently waiting for the execution ceremony to be held tomorrow.

“… … .”

“Huhmm… Piyo… .”

How beautiful is the sight of a person who knows when he will die and moves forward calmly.

The youthful attachment of a drop of dew.

A bit of lonely loneliness.

A reum of bitter sorrow.

All those emotions come together and make me feel many complex emotions. Even though the subject, the saint, is wandering around the world peacefully in a dream.

*****

I am afraid.

I am so scared of the future that is less than twenty-four hours away.

This time, which seems like eternity, feels like a coercive and gigantic flow that I cannot resist, and I am afraid.

Lord.

I have not yet fully shared the grace I have received from you.

Since I received so much love, I wanted to share at least half that amount.

But, why, why, you.

Are you trying to take away your apostles who have not yet been able to carry out their noble mission?

Lord.

What have I been living for?

For what reason have we fought against the magnificent Demon Lord’s army that covers heaven and earth?

And for what purpose was it destined to be cut down by the guillotine so vainly?

I am afraid.

What kind of world will we face after the series of death processes?

Will we be given eternal extinction and rest, or will we go to heaven where angels blow fanfare and the Holy Spirit blesses us?

Will I be able to enjoy the thrill of being reunited with my mother and father again, or will I stand on the hot judgment table and await punishment?

You are truly a cruel master who does not give me even a single hint.

… .

Lord.

Please give the most holy word in the world to this lowly servant.

What kind of world does my death bring?

Why is my death being rejected?

I am Maria.

Or is it your faithful and faithful apostle, a saint?

Please answer.

What on earth are you to bring this poor world to this state?

Who on earth are you to have brought me, a fool, to this point?

What qualifications did you have to give me this ending?

… .

Are you truly a merciful being?

If you are so merciful, why do you spare your overflowing mercy only for me?

I am a blind, foolish, and foolish sheep. Here comes a helpless sheep who needs your help.

Are you not allowing me even the slightest mercy?

Are you truly an omniscient and omnipotent being?

If you are so omnipotent, why are you just watching that vicious demon lord being so powerful?

If you are so omniscient, why are you neglecting the present world like a child you abandoned?

What a great future you are envisioning in your majestic mind.

What a great future you are trying to achieve… .

I, a weak mortal, cannot dare to fathom your solemn thoughts.

I am so, so afraid.

… .

Even though I beg you like this, you never give me any revelation.

Following your teachings, I have lived my life avoiding the seven evils and looking at the seven good things.

When tonight passes, my long and worthless life will come to a meaningless end.

Next to me now, there is only one man who has driven me and the continent so hard.

He is the great devil who has immersed half of the world in the fire of vice, but contrary to widespread rumors, he is a person with a very simple heart.

The world did not know the compassionate heart of this person who gave me gracious consideration even while my whole body was torn apart in pain in the hellish Tartarus.

I was betrayed by my comrade. I could not save my dying comrades. I felt so sorry for myself for being so weak, and felt a violent tremor of guilt.

However, the man next to me is trying to calmly accept the future even in the face of the impending apocalypse. I am trying my best not to show off and not to be seen by him.

Lord. Perhaps you were trying to teach me a lesson.

Even in the worst situation, even in a body that will soon die and disappear, love can bloom within it. He may have been trying to teach my foolish self the great truth that remains unchanging even through eons of time.

This seems to be proven by the fact that I felt a feeling called love, which I had never felt before in my life, from a demon whom I met only seven days and nights ago.

I am trying to sleep leaning on his chest. I want to shake off any vain thoughts, and on the last night of my life, I want to have at least a happy dream. Just because that’s all.

I enjoyed helping others. However, I was not able to do enough to even provide that small amount of help.

I have so much regret, and my heart just keeps breaking as I think about the lonely souls that will remain in this pitiful world.

I want to believe that you have intentions. Even so, I want to soothe and comfort my heart, so that I can shake off the worries on the road to tomorrow and my heart that shakes like a reed.

However, the Demon King and his army have become so huge and powerful… It makes my faith cloudy like water.

What on earth does my death mean?

Who are you, and what right do you have to make me-.

… .

… … .

I’m dying.

Embrace the current fear with your thick breasts.

Transform ungodly doubt into sincere faith.

I make the poor demon next to me my reliable companion.

I am willing to die.

I will die, as you will.

Holding my insignificant head under the razor-blue blade.

Red buds that are about to bloom as if in full bloom.

Under the sky that is slowly setting and entering twilight.

It will blow down like a pouring rain.

According to Your will, the Great, the Almighty.

Lord-.