Ch.141Newlywed Life? – 1

“Master will surely be pleased. I’ve put my heart and soul into preparing this. I used magic minimally and made everything by hand, you know?”

Olivia grinned brightly as she clung to my arm and walked forward. I could feel the softness of her breasts against my arm, but surprisingly, I felt nothing.

The handle of a greatsword wrapped in half-rotted bandages appeared and disappeared repeatedly at the edge of my vision. It was a familiar sight, a familiar form.

My mind still hadn’t fully recovered from the shock of the recovery ability Olivia had shown. The image of wounds healing as if time were rewinding kept circling in my head.

An ability completely different from ordinary regeneration—literally worthy of being called super-regeneration—and almost identical to the ability I possessed.

I couldn’t understand why Olivia had a fragment of such an ability.

“Still, I’m a bit nervous thinking about Master evaluating my decorating skills. Hehe. I shouldn’t keep getting nervous. Master will like whatever I do anyway. Now I feel like I don’t trust Master enough. But absolutely, absolutely not—you can rest assured. I’m always on Master’s side.”

Olivia chattered endlessly beside me. I ignored it all. I had experienced what she meant by “decorating” to the point of exhaustion in the past.

I continued my train of thought. If Olivia’s super-regeneration ability was truly almost identical to what I had, there was a high probability she also knew the secret of this cursed ability.

Why this damned curse was placed on me, and who did this to me—all of it. The slightest possibility of discovering that was right beside me.

It was ironic. While someone had been struggling for hundreds of years trying to die, someone else had been trying to obtain the same power as mine.

And that person was Olivia, whom I had killed with my own hands.

“To think the day would come when I could invite Master to this room again, it feels like a dream. Last time, we parted when it was still incomplete. You’re the first to enter our completed newlywed home, Master. Ah, that doesn’t mean I’ll let a second or third person in here. Only you and I can enter this place. Because I’ve decided this is a space just for the two of us. Because it has to be.”

Olivia’s delicate fingers gently grasped the doorknob.

On the surface of the door separating the corridor from the room, a heart-shaped ornament hung exactly at my eye level.

The material composing the heart-shaped ornament was human eyes. Eyes with black pupils, the same color as Olivia’s.

The wide-open pupils faced me without the slightest deviation. The direction of the pupils changed as I moved.

It was as if they were watching me.

Olivia opened the door with a bright smile and pushed me into the room. I obediently let myself be pushed and stepped inside.

“What do you think, Master? You love it, don’t you? I put extra effort into decorating since this is where we’ll live from now on.”

The terrifying word “forever” was added at the end.

I carefully surveyed the room, which couldn’t honestly be called spacious. It seemed to be only about ten steps from one end to the other. The furniture was also extremely sparse.

The scene in the room was grotesqueness itself.

The thousands of eyeballs decorating the walls and ceiling all fixed their gaze on me. As I walked toward the center of the room, their gazes followed me.

Being watched simultaneously by thousands of eyeballs wasn’t exactly pleasant.

When I unconsciously put more weight on my step, I felt something squishy. I looked down. Something scarlet was spread thickly beneath my feet.

It wasn’t difficult to guess the identity of the scarlet material spread like a carpet throughout the room. Yes, it closely resembled human tongues.

Olivia saw me frozen on the collection of tongue-like things that covered almost the entire floor and smiled brightly.

“Ah, so Master recognized it too! This is my first time making a carpet, so it might be a bit amateurish, but what do you think? Do you like it? I made it by pulling out my tongue. Yes, yes, you like it, don’t you? Right? Kyaa, what should I do!”

So it wasn’t just similar to human tongues—they were actual tongues. Olivia covered her cheeks with her hands, blushing and squealing. If you looked at just that part of her, she was like any other girl her age without a hint of the supernatural.

I couldn’t hide my bitter smile. Olivia hadn’t changed one bit compared to the past. From the beginning, from the moment she opened her heart to me, she had been that kind of child.

A child who would cast healing magic on herself just to give me a gift made of “Olivia.”

This behavior was clearly an extension of that personality.

Since she said the tongues covering the floor were hers, those eyeballs filling the walls and ceiling must also be her own eyes that she had plucked out and attached.

The all-white bed and wardrobe were probably made by carving her bones, and the blanket spread on the bed, being the same color as Olivia’s skin, was likely a blanket made from her own flayed skin.

The human intestines hanging like curtains on one wall must have been pulled from her own stomach and hung there.

Truly, even in these small details, she was exactly the same Olivia as before.

“Oh, I should untie you now. You don’t need these hideous things anymore!”

With Olivia’s gesture, the black mana chains binding my neck and wrists were immediately undone. As my arms became somewhat free, Olivia clung to me even more tightly.

‘Hideous?’

I couldn’t help but laugh at Olivia’s words that seemed to deny my common sense.

Tearing apart her own body to decorate a room was fine, but putting chains around my neck was hideous behavior? I felt a sense of cognitive dissonance.

“Now Master belongs to me. Something completely mine that no one else can covet or meet. How could I keep you tied up? You wouldn’t be able to hold me properly, the rattling noise would be annoying, and above all, it would only get in the way when I want to embrace you!”

Saying this, Olivia hugged me tightly. My head was buried between her ample breasts. Even without deliberately inhaling, Olivia’s scent rushed into my nostrils.

Warmth transmitted from the parts of her body touching mine. It seemed she hadn’t come back to life as a half-resurrected corpse.

The greatsword that had pierced her heart was right next to my head. Its blade was faintly stained with blood, and the surrounding clothes were similarly stained with crimson blood.

It was obvious why Olivia would remain with the greatsword stuck in her heart. Since I had personally stabbed it through her heart, she was keeping it there as if it were a gift from me. The reason was predictable.

“Ah.”

Crack.

As Olivia hugged my neck a bit tighter, the sound of bones breaking was unmistakable. For a moment, my body went limp and I almost collapsed to the floor.

But the two arms embracing my head wouldn’t allow it. Smooth legs crossed over my body as it tried to slump onto the carpet.

Soon my regenerative ability activated, and strength returned to my legs.

Unable to contain her joy from the physical contact, Olivia broke several more of my bones before I was finally able to break free.

“Hehe. Master. This is so wonderful.”

Despite my deliberate lack of any response so far, Olivia still maintained her joyful smile.

It was my own form of rebellion, but it seemed meaningless.

“Oh my, what am I doing? Master must be hungry. Master, you’re hungry, aren’t you? Right? Shall we eat first? Yes, yes, that would be good. I’m sure Master wants to eat something. Definitely.”

Without waiting for my answer, Olivia headed toward a counter in one corner of the room. It wasn’t a question but essentially an announcement.

Anyway, Olivia probably knew that I didn’t feel hunger at all. Because I wouldn’t die from not eating. I had tried starving to death countless times.

The only reason I ate anything was simply to enjoy the taste. Without such a purpose, I could go without food for hundreds of years without any problem.

Of course, Olivia would completely ignore all that.

Standing in front of the counter, which was all white as if made from her bones like the bed and wardrobe, Olivia conjured a fire in what looked like a hearth with a gesture.

“Hmm, what should I serve Master… I wonder if I still have those eyes and intestines I set aside last time.”

In front of the fire, Olivia opened a black subspace and rummaged through it. At first glance, she really looked like someone contemplating cooking ingredients.

Except those ingredients were things like eyeballs and intestines she had set aside “last time.”

After rummaging through the subspace for a while, Olivia pulled out her arm with an expression of realization. Then she closed the subspace and looked at me with an expression of having made a mistake.

“Oh my. We’re newlyweds, and this is the first meal I’m serving Master, yet I almost used pre-cut ingredients. Master would prefer fresh ingredients. I’m sorry, Master. My mistake.”

With this unexpected apology, Olivia rolled up the sleeve of her left arm above the elbow. The snow-white skin beneath the rolled-up shirt was revealed.

“Please wait a moment. I’ll make it as delicious as possible for you.”

And then, she inserted her left arm into the fire and began to roast it.