episode_0084

The sky split open and the earth shook.

Two beings who could easily destroy a small country were looking only at each other, exchanging love and hatred.

The Queen took a deep breath and let it out, and the compressed air caused dozens of trees to disappear without a trace.

If Raoul hadn’t deflected it with his voice, his whole body would have been torn apart. Of course, just because he had blocked it didn’t mean he was fine. His clothes were tattered and blood was flowing from his small wounds.

As Raoul stomped his foot down with a strong resonance, the entire forest began to shake. Although he adjusted the force to avoid causing damage to the village, it was enough to upset the balance of the queen who was standing on the ground.

“There aren’t any gold coins or anything on the floor. It looks a little messy, doesn’t it?”

Raoul’s knee sank into the Queen’s abdomen.

The queen vomited blood as her internal organs were injured, but she did not lose her smile.

“It’s not like gold coins. How can you spread your wings so carelessly when you are a treasure standing on the ground?”

The Queen’s hand, now sprouting sharp claws, scratched Raoul’s chest.

Blood spurted out and the Queen smiled lecherously as she licked it.

“So sweet. So beautiful. Where would a fool fly away with such a treasure?”

“… You’re crazy.”

Raoul punched the Queen in the face. Her nose broke and blood flowed out, and Raoul licked the dragon’s blood off his hand.

It was sweet and luscious blood, unlike ordinary blood. However, Raoul found it so disgusting that he spat it out instead of swallowing it.

“It’s not tasty.”

“Wasn’t it sweet?”

“I hate warm things. There’s no way I’d swallow something that smells like the Queen’s disgusting stench.”

“That’s too bad. If you say it’s sweet, I’d be confident I could feed you my blood for the rest of my life.”

Even as the two were having that conversation, they were exchanging punches.

Fists that could turn even huge rocks into dust flew at each other, aiming for each other’s lives, and Raul blocked the attacks with his resonant left hand.

But the queen neither avoided nor blocked him. She accepted Raoul’s attack with love. How could she block the love Raoul gave her? That was the way she loved.

“This pain to the bone…! This pain…! It’s truly ecstatic!”

She was excited. She was squirting her fluids in a dirty way and experiencing ecstasy. Any reprimand for such obscenity would not reach her ears.

The Raoul she saw was the same as herself in the mirror.

The beginning of that interest may have been suffering. An interest in a man who could manipulate vibrations that immortality could not reach. That was all.

But the more I got to know him, the deeper my love for him grew.

“I am you! You are me! A lonely person who grew up yearning for love in pain! A person who eventually cut everything off on his own!”

The Queen thought of Raoul as another version of herself.

Because of his origins, he was treated with contempt by his environment. He even had a near-death experience in that environment.

In such wanderings, Raoul met Leila, and the queen met the old king.

The two felt their hearts beating for the first time. Their hearts, which had stopped while they were with that being, were beating again.

But as always, tragedy struck suddenly. The Demon King’s visit and the enemies’ plots brought the two beings’ happiness to a halt.

The two people could not stand by and watch their precious being suffer in that tragedy. That is why they gave death to it. Whether it was the other person’s request or their own arbitrariness, it was clear that they had taken that life with their own hands.

So the two of them became queen and hero respectively, although they never liked those positions.

The Queen brainwashed herself into thinking she had killed the dragon for power, turning a blind eye to the terrible regret, saying she had done it of her own free will.

Raoul did not turn away. He chewed over that regret every day and faced the pain squarely.

“I am not you. You are not me either. I am me and you are you too. Because there is no one in the world who is completely identical.”

Raoul swore he would never dream again.

“I lost Leila because I didn’t know it. It was my selfish desire to have someone like me that killed her. She was her and I was me. Were not perfect one.”

Raoul’s eyes could no longer shed clear tears, but he still had a sadder expression than anyone else.

The sadness in those eyes wasn’t something that could be created by just any breakup.

That grief could only be forged through heart-rending loss and pain.

“It wasn’t Leila, it was me who tore my heart apart that day. I tore my heart apart while destroying Leila’s heart. It’s a joke I can’t even complain about.”

Raoul was laughing bitterly.

Even a three-year-old child would know that that bitter smile is not a real smile.

“It is entirely my fault that I have become like this. Not everyone who has suffered abuse loses their eloquence like me, not everyone who has suffered loss loses their motivation like me, and not everyone who becomes silent is as foolish as me.”

Raoul himself knew very well that he was strange.

He also knew that his way of speaking was causing misunderstandings. But he felt like if he fixed it, he would be abandoning his past self, he would be abandoning even his memories with Leila, who had understood his way of speaking, and he decided that it was all useless.

I was so scared of it that I ended up stalling.

“Leila.”

“My lord…?”

The queen felt a moment of anger.

Raoul wasn’t looking at himself.

The gaze was directed at him, but what the eyes were looking at was a ghost beyond him.

“Look at me. Look at me. That’s not the etiquette of the battlefield. Look at me, risking my life and fighting. That’s why I’m standing here! Raoul Bergé!!!”

What was reflected in Raoul Bergé’s eyes was not a queen, but a beautiful blonde woman.

“Leila. Leila Nevermore, not my other half. Leila Nevermore, beautiful as you are. The other person I loved.”

Raoul Bergé denied half of himself.

“I’m sorry.”

Raoul held his cane with sadness in his eyes.

“You are you and I am me. How could I abandon you? You are just beautiful you. So.”

Raoul’s eyes changed.

Not eyes filled with sadness,

Through the eyes of the giant hunter who brought terror to the battlefield.

“I won’t use this as a reason to stagnate anymore.”

Raoul’s hand, which was holding the cane, began to vibrate with a strong vibration.

Faster and more powerful than ever. Just like Leila’s movements, which were faster than anyone else’s.

“I’ll use you as a reason to go forward.”

The queen couldn’t stand it.

That Raoul was looking at Leila and not himself.

That Raul took Leila as the reason for his steps, not himself.

I had to look at myself with hostility. I had to use the hatred directed at me as a reason for my steps.

“I told you to look at me. That’s adultery. Your love for me…!”

“… You need to be a little more careful with your own stories. If you talk so freely, you’ll be hated. ”

Raoul was genuinely concerned about the Queen’s eloquence, though he didn’t know who was blaming whom.

“In this sacred marriage where we give and receive pain from each other… Is it an unforgivable violation of the precepts to have an affair looking at someone other than me?”

“I can’t understand what you’re saying, and I don’t want to understand it. But I’ll at least make up for it. So that we can slowly wrap up this wedding.”

Raoul gave his heart a beat to speed up the circulation of his blood.

“Raoul Bergé. The groom who will kill you.”

Raoul ran towards the Queen and used the technique he had been saving.

A technique that is no different from a seasonal one, granting a spell through words to a staff that maximizes its resonance.

“This is a simple gesture. It is a gesture that cannot be anything alone, has no proper name, and cannot approach you.”

Witchcraft demands a price.

What Raoul offers is his own delusion of not abandoning Leila.

I was someone who had given up on understanding, drowning in regret and pain.

“I want to be called by you. I want to approach you. I don’t want to be forgotten by you. I won’t forget you either.”

What you gain by letting it go is perfection.

“So call my name.”

Raoul’s staff flew towards the queen.

The queen was able to dodge the attack.

Even with only half a wing, he was able to fly and escape destruction.

But only then did he see the eyes directed at him.

“Haha…”

How can it be avoided?

The gestures of such a beautiful man. The steps of such a lovely man. The eyes of such a sad man.

How can I deny this love on such a beautiful and sad day?

The staff pierced her body and red blood gushed out like a fountain.

“So that I can be your flower.”

“Well… you are already… my flower.”

More of the Red Queen’s blood fell on the petals of the red anemone.

“You didn’t avoid it.”

“That’s… my love… a love that doesn’t avoid… doesn’t resist… and obeys… that’s my purity. Because everything you give me is lovely, so…”

The queen looked at herself reflected in Raoul’s eyes.

He looked at Raoul reflected in his own eyes.

I looked at myself beyond that, and I looked at Raoul beyond that.

He looked at himself and Raoul, who were infinitely refracting, and smiled bitterly.

It is with sadness that they wonder if there might have been a future where they could have walked together as they refracted.

“I didn’t avoid it… so you too… just for a moment… please don’t avoid me.”