Ch.128Newlywed Home

“Ah, they’re all dead.”

That was the first thing Olivia said after confirming that the swarming demons had been completely erased with a single attack.

Although she hadn’t directly witnessed it through connected sight or hearing, it hardly mattered to Olivia, who could manipulate and detect all black magic and dark mana as if they were her own limbs.

After all, the memories of demons tainted with black blood were essentially her own memories.

Olivia tossed the shriveled remnants of the demon’s soul somewhere beyond dimensions. Left like that, it would be torn to shreds and disappear on its own.

No matter how much she had enhanced it with black blood, it was only natural for it to end up in such a state, given that the original was merely a pathetic greater demon at best.

If anything, it should be tearfully grateful that Olivia had chosen it to be used and discarded like a disposable item.

No matter how much she destroyed its mind and imprinted nothing but obedience to commands, overcoming the fundamental difference in ability was a distant dream.

That was also why Olivia could remain calm even while looking at Serena, who hadn’t suffered a single scratch.

When you expect nothing, you can’t be disappointed.

Olivia hadn’t harbored even the slightest expectation that the creature would accomplish anything, so she had no lingering attachment to something already dead.

It was enough just to have seen her master’s face and heard her master’s voice.

Olivia hummed a tune as she “stored” everything about her master that the demon had experienced through the black mana connected to her.

Yes, in a way, she had gained something tremendously valuable. Her collection had grown, which was only a good thing, never bad.

“Oh, I need to finish decorating. Back to work, back to work.”

Olivia, who had been gazing dreamily at the collection she had “stored,” suddenly startled herself, slapping her cheeks before grabbing the cloth she had placed on her kneeling lap.

In her right hand was a snow-white needle. Olivia diligently moved her hands, sewing the cloth back and forth with contrasting black thread and the pure white needle.

The area of cloth being joined together grew larger. She carefully matched the connecting parts to avoid any protruding sections, mentally measuring the overall length while steadily moving her hands.

“Huh?”

Plop—a round object fell onto Olivia’s head as she concentrated on her sewing.

Feeling the slight impact on her crown, Olivia set down her needle and picked up something that had rolled across the carpet.

A generally round outline, white sclera and black pupil, reddish blood vessels visible through the white, and clear liquid filling the inside.

What Olivia had picked up was a human eyeball.

“Did I attach it incorrectly?”

Olivia tilted her head as she examined the human eyeball in her hand.

Since this was to be the home where she would spend eternity with her master, she had wanted to make everything herself, minimizing the use of magic—apparently resulting in some minor mistakes along the way.

Well, she could just reattach it. Olivia placed the cloth pieces and needle on the floor and stood up.

Her legs, which had been kneeling for a long time for sewing, didn’t experience any tingling sensation or numbness. Such trivial pain was a symptom that only applied to human bodies.

Olivia brought over a small stepladder that had been standing in a corner of the room and placed it in the center. Then she began climbing it.

Since she had no intention of making the room large, the ceiling wasn’t very high, and Olivia herself wasn’t particularly short, so her hand reached the ceiling after climbing just a few steps.

The ceiling was densely packed with eyeballs identical to the one that had fallen on Olivia’s head.

As if trying to create a pattern, each eyeball was pointing in a slightly different direction.

Olivia pushed the eyeball in her hand firmly into what she presumed was the empty space where it had fallen from.

Unable to withstand the pressure, the eyeball squished, leaking transparent fluid. The vitreous humor flowed down her fingers like a small stream.

“Ah.”

Olivia sighed at the sight. It shouldn’t get squished. She pulled out the eyeball she had been trying to insert.

Then she crushed it in her hand.

Fragments of what had once been a human eyeball and all its fluids flowed between her clenched fingers. After roughly shaking off the fragments and liquid, Olivia brought her hand to her own eye to procure new material.

She grabbed her upper and lower eyelids and pulled them wide apart. The skin at the corner of her eye tore sideways, revealing the flesh beneath.

Strangely, no blood flowed out.

Olivia carefully extracted the eye by inserting her index finger and thumb through the torn corner, then used her other hand to brush off bits of skin clinging to the lens.

Her touch was extremely careful and full of affection. This was only natural. After all, there was only one person in the world whom all these eyeballs would gaze upon.

Olivia inserted the freshly removed eyeball into the spot where she had failed earlier. Fortunately, this time it went in properly without bursting.

“Done!”

A bright smile spread across Olivia’s face as she confirmed this. She had every reason to be happy, having taken another step toward completing the newlywed home where she would live with her master.

Black mist covered her torn eye corner. The torn skin reattached itself as black blood slowly filled in.

By the time the mist that had completely covered her eye area disappeared, a newly grown black eyeball was gleaming and shining.

After returning the stepladder to the corner, Olivia knelt demurely near the needle. In her left hand was cloth, and in her right was the needle threaded with string.

Having settled back into position, she continued sewing for a while. Her concentration and dexterity were extraordinary. There wasn’t the slightest imperfection where the snow-white needle had passed through.

The cloth grew wider and longer, and something soft filled the space between layers, making it thicker. The collection of cloth pieces steadily took on a plausible form.

Although the color of the cloth and her skin were exactly the same, making proper distinction impossible, her hand movements showed no hesitation whatsoever.

Then suddenly, she realized she had run out of cloth.

“Used it all already?”

Olivia’s eyes quickly scanned the area. But all the neatly spread cloth that had been beside her was now joined together under her hands, with nothing remaining.

“Hmm… still a bit left until completion, but I guess there’s no choice.”

I’ll have to get more.

Muttering this, Olivia brought her hand to her forearm. Strangely, her fingers didn’t stop at the clothing but passed through it, directly touching her skin.

Then without hesitation, she pulled at her skin beneath the clothes. The skin gripped by her fingers stretched out and fluttered with the recoil.

After completely stripping the skin from her arm, Olivia placed it next to the cloth she had been sewing. Thinking one piece wasn’t enough, she then stripped the skin from her opposite arm.

Black mist gathered where the skin had been removed. Olivia waved her hand to disperse the mist, then tore off the newly regenerated skin again.

Olivia stopped only when about eight sheets of skin stripped from her arms had piled up.

With enough materials now secured, she picked up the needle to continue her previous work—an extremely white and incredibly sharp needle.

It was a needle made from Olivia’s bone.

She pulled several loops of black thread from the spool placed next to the pincushion and tied it tightly through the needle’s eye.

It was thread made from Olivia’s hair.

And that wasn’t all. The bed, wardrobe, curtains, walls, floor, carpet, blanket, pillow—every object composing this room was made solely from “Olivia.”

The bed placed against the middle of the wall, large enough to fit two people snugly, had its frame crafted from Olivia’s processed bones.

The blanket spread on the bed was made by sewing together Olivia’s skin, and similarly, the pillow sewn from skin was stuffed abundantly with organs extracted from Olivia’s abdomen.

There was no need to elaborate on the blanket she was currently making. Although not particularly thick, indoor temperature was meaningless to the two people who would live eternally in this room.

The wardrobe was also made by processing Olivia’s spine and ribs. A wardrobe that would soon be filled with her master’s clothes.

The ceiling and walls were decorated with thousands of eyeballs. Currently, they were merely decorations.

But the moment Olivia’s master entered, all eyeballs would fix their gaze on her master.

The thought of being able to look at her master from thousands of different angles sent tingles through her lower abdomen.

The carpet decorating the floor was made by pulling out tongues and weaving them together to add softness.

After stepping on it several times and jumping around, she could confidently say it was sufficiently plush.

Her master would surely be satisfied with this carpet. Olivia trembled slightly as she imagined her master marveling at the carpet’s texture.

The curtains covering the windows were made by weaving Olivia’s intestines. Although there was a window behind the long intestines arranged in a row, pulling them aside wouldn’t reveal the outside.

The window was merely a decorative element to add liveliness to the fact that this was a home.

After all, the scenery visible beyond that glass window was nothing but eternal darkness and gloom—darkness from which one could never escape, nor should try to.

Additionally, the window glass was made by thinly spreading the lenses from eyeballs.

“Will Master be pleased?”

As her fantasy began, a girlish squeal of “Kyaa!” escaped Olivia’s lips.

What should she do if her master, moved by this sight, suddenly embraced her? Should she say there’s no need to rush since the night is eternal?

Or should she point to the bed and suggest they test its durability with their bodies, since she hadn’t had a chance to test the hastily made bed?

Of course, Olivia’s skills were absolute perfection, and she could guarantee the bed wouldn’t collapse even if a horde of ogres trampled over it.

But having one heroic tale about breaking the bed legs through their passionate exploration of each other’s bodies might be a good addition to the storybook for their future child.

Olivia added a few more lines to the mental list of things to do later.

Once started, her rosy fantasies continued one after another, eventually leading her to imagine events hundreds of years into the future.

Yet through all this, her hands continued to accurately sew the blanket.

Olivia wanted to slip through the dimensional gap right now to appear before her master, to be embraced, to nuzzle against that body, but with transcendent patience, she suppressed her desires.

Because her master and her newlywed home wasn’t complete yet.

Because she wanted to show only the perfect Olivia to her master.

With that in mind, Olivia resumed decorating the room.