episode_0041

Let me say one thing.

Noctila Sarsberg still did not hate those children, the pure white demons.

The girls were ruined by one thing in particular: their mad urge for humanity.

But that also meant that, except for that one thing, they were no different from innocent children. Pure, naive, children.

It was sophistry. Of course.

That one thing is the biggest problem. That one thing is ruining everything. But that’s the only way Noctilla could think of it.

In the first place, the influx of humans into the Demon World is an extremely rare occurrence that occurs due to overlapping coincidences such as dimensional shaking.

As long as they don’t come into contact with humans, these children will be fine. They can remain pure and innocent girls again. In this fairytale world.

I wanted to believe that.

Craziness is also a given. Even after seeing that sight, even after seeing those longing eyes watching the child and her father, Noctilla could not hate the girls.

It was because he had already become a complete devil, both biologically and philosophically.

I feel like my head is spinning again.

Haha, self-mockery.

Hartma, and the woman were swallowed and evacuated to subspace. Even after that, Noctila Sarsberry still lived with them as their sister.

“Ah, Noctilla! There’s a trap on the left! Watch out!”

“Right, you say? Thanks, Asena. Hehe.”

Without even realizing it, Noctilla was now able to smile naturally. The more she breathed in the poisonous atmosphere of the demon world, the clearer her mind became.

“Hey, I’m not fooled anymore.”

“Then.”

We played tag all day, ran around, ate a lot of snacks (because the world was full of snacks), chatted about nothing, and then hugged each other and went to sleep.

Carrrr. Hehehe.

It was a day of repetition and repetition. The faces of the girls smiling brightly. That’s why the same days were never boring or tiring, and always sparkled with a new light.

Oh, sometimes things happen that upset that monotonous daily routine.

“Wow, a monster broke Kuberisha’s house!!”

“Don’t look at me!!”

Look into the abyss.

The eldest sister of the girls, a monster that even Nahesh, who has power that is no match for Noctilla, who has limited output, cannot do anything about.

The monster did not try to harm the girls first, but it was also indifferent to them.

Only occasionally would the monster have a fit, and the girls’ village would come into its range. Then the houses would collapse, the streets would be devastated, and sometimes some of the girls would die.

It was absolutely not true that demons could regenerate infinitely. Most girls, despite their weak powers, had only slightly better durability than normal humans.

To prevent that, Noctilla always threw herself. She died over and over again. Because Noctilla alone could regenerate almost infinitely. Even Naheshi couldn’t do that.

But the child who is saved is always.

“Why did you save me? Why, why? Why!! Why on earth did you save me… .”

He trembled and quickly blurted out those words.

“I used to enjoy killing people… . Isn’t that weird! No, ah, no, just like that, I should have just died like that… .”

And then, as expected, a cracking sound cuts off the words.

“Oh, here we go again. Thanks, Noctilla!”

Naheshi had taken a brick of candy and hit the back of the head of the screaming child. The dry brain splashed out. It was always like this.

“If I sleep like this and wake up, I’ll be okay. Yeah!”

Naheshi breathed magic into the girl. The girl would soon regenerate, and she would smile again. She would live the life she had cursed so much just a moment ago.

Noctilla looked at the sight silently several times.

***

Anyway, those days continued. It was very rare for a monster to run wild. Not once every few years.

Yes. I have been repeating this kind of life for decades. Every single day that passes by is so sweet. It is to the point where I even forget the passage of time.

It seemed like I was looking at myself.

Is there any salvation for these cursed children who have gone astray from the beginning? Is there any salvation for myself who has entered this path?

If anything, it seemed as if it would exist here forever, like this.

She wanted to stay here forever, so that these children would never go mad again. The girls would never grow old or die, and the same was true for Noctila, who had taken on the body of a demon.

“You, you really don’t hate those guys, do you?”

“Yeah. For some reason, not at all.”

Inner black subspace. Noctilla answered the question to the corn demon, Heartma, who stood before her eyes.

“I hate those guys so much I can’t stand it. I want to tear them all apart and kill them.”

Hartma said this through clenched teeth.

…Before Noctilla came, whenever ‘Abyss Gazing’ caused a disaster, it was Hartma who stepped forward and saved the children.

As Naheshi had said before, Hartma, like Noctilla, was able to regenerate and come back to life many times. If it weren’t for her, the children would have all died long ago.

“Haa… .”

Noctilla sighed. The only foreign thing, the only pain in this dreamy, glittering world was the monster of the abyss.

-Why don’t we just build a new village somewhere far away?

Noctilla thought so and went out to see if there was any good terrain outside the village.

-Uh, uh, uh.

At that moment, some distance from the village, the monster caught Noctilla and killed her.

There was no time to even realize it. I couldn’t even tell what had happened, it was just torn apart for no reason in the first place.

Eventually, I had no choice but to return to the village.

Noctilla briefly wondered if the monster had been keeping the girls here with obvious malicious intent.

But it’s just a monster without a doctor. It’s a stupid idea. It just popped out of the village and caught my eye.

Anyway, for Noctilla, she had no choice but to try to ensure that the girls in this small town could remain girls for as long as possible.

There was a most important thing for that.

Dimensional Mia. Whenever humans flowed in, Noctilla would always hide them. So that the children would not go crazy upon seeing humans.

“… Thank you. For saving people.”

“No. I’m the one who should be thankful for protecting those kids all this time.”

To Noctilla’s words.

“Don’t say that… .”

Her expression crumpled. With her sharp eyes, Hartma glared at Noctilla. No wonder, she hated children so much.

But Noctilla could tell.

From the moment she first saw him, Noctilla felt a strange resonance with Hartma.

harmonics.

Something that resonates with the same note, but with different pitch and tone. Something that is tangled in the heart. Trembling. Damn pity and love and hate.

Both of them loved their sisters so sadly.

“How are people doing?”

“Yeah.”

In order to return the rescued people to the present world, a force strong enough to tear a hole in the dimension was needed.

So, Noctilla has been continuously tearing and widening the passage connecting to the Sea of Magic, much like muscle growth.

‘It’s still a long way off.’

It was woefully inadequate. Was it because I didn’t go on a pilgrimage and tried to gain strength by force through abnormal means? It was too slow.

It’s been at least several decades already.

Oh, maybe it’s been ■■■ years.

“Sister, sister! Will you send me and Dad home someday?”

…Huh?

‘Huh?’

It’s strange. Something is strange.

no.

■■■ year. ■■■■ year? That’s it.

“That’s… ridiculous.”

completely.

It was like I was possessed by something. It was like I was dreaming. Yes. A fairy tale world. A dreamlike world. Girls. Fantasy. World.

This is it.

In the first place.

Wasn’t the atmosphere of the Demon Realm such that if a human were to breathe it in, they would die?

How could there be so many sane, powerless people there?

■■■ years have passed, how can you still be fine? There is no convenient function to control the flow of time in your own subspace.

Completely, from the very beginning.

weird.

Once you realize that it’s a dream, the world inside the dream becomes distorted. That’s how it is.

A crack. A thin crack. Spreading in an instant.

But why didn’t I realize it until now?

Why did you find out now?

Yes. As a result of widening and widening the door to magic, we have reached a critical point. We have acquired a ‘being’ that is not deceived, that is not swallowed up by this dream.

“Why is that?”

Hartma asks. But there is no time to answer. There is no reason. The guy still does not know the ideal.

at a whack.

The first woman I saved, the few children, the grandmother, the couple in love. The people I brought here, the things that were once human, are all grotesquely swelling and twisting.

A feast of flesh.

I ignored it and ran.

I escaped the subspace and ran through the village in one breath.

I gritted my teeth and ran.

Wasn’t the Demon King’s wisdom saying that from the beginning?

This is a girl’s dream.

If this is a girl’s dream. If this is a girl’s broken dream. If this is a girl’s broken dream.

It was clear who the girl who had this dream was. The child with the strongest power. Naheshi.

I had to find it.

I gritted my teeth and ran. Black tears flowed freely.

Even at this point, Noctilla was thinking of the children’s faces. She was drawing the genuine smiles they had shown her.

Just as he himself is not fake, the girls are probably not virtual beings either. They are just caught up in this huge play, in a dream.

If that was the case, I had to save at least one.

It would be too cruel to say that there was no room for salvation from the beginning.

I ran towards the center of town.

I ran to find Naheshi who was there.

And the scenery flowing sideways. All of it collapses.

Dorina is crying. Harizat is vomiting. Jess is banging her head against the wall like a broken toy. Narella is clawing at her white neck like crazy.

From afar, ‘Abyss View’ cries out.

Run faster. Push off the ground harder, even if your legs get bruised.

There is Naheshi there.

“Ah, it’s been too long since I’ve had a conversation with a person. So, ta-da!”

“Sister…you?”

Naheshi laughed.

Naheshi laughed.

Naheshi laughed.

“It looks like a real person because it’s decorated like this. Hehe.”

“No. Don’t. Ah. Ahhh… . Aaaah …

Everything was falling apart.

The sound of scraping metal rang out. Here and there, blood like a fountain. Blood. Blood.

Drops of blood. Red eyes.

As if to say, it happened because you noticed. I was looking at Noctilla.