episode_0121
by fnovelpia
The moonlight illuminating the outdoor plaza was like a spotlight.
The eyes of the numerous people who came to enjoy the flowers of the Christmas festival are fixed on the man and woman in the center of the square.
A bonfire lit with the meaning that love is a flame that never goes out.
A huge bonfire prepared for the event was burning brightly.
Intoxicated by the heat and the strangeness, people held their breath and watched the man and woman who came up on stage.
Karl Maynor, perhaps the most prominent man in the Imperial upper class.
A Christmas Eve with such a man, a situation with a fiancé, an unholy night.
Curious materials are placed before your eyes.
As if responding to the crowd’s expectations, Carl Maynor pointed out a woman in front of everyone.
People watched the scene with bated breath.
He seemed embarrassed and very surprised.
Carl Maynor took a deep breath and grabbed a woman’s thin wrist.
Some might think that it was his failure to recognize his fiancée, Chloe, that made him act that way.
He roughly tore off the white veil the woman was wearing.
The veil that had been somewhat delicate fell to the ground at the touch of a wicked hand, and the woman’s black hair fluttered.
“That woman… isn’t that Beatrice?”
“That’s right! Beatrice from the student council. I thought she wasn’t interested in guys because she said she’d beat the crap out of guys when they asked her to spar in the knight department.”
“Oh, that crazy bitch? She’s pretty, but I heard she eats rice cakes! Me too.”
“I didn’t think I’d target Princess Chloe’s man…”
The academy students were busy chatting about the two people.
That’s understandable, because among the many women who approached Karl Mayner, the one he chose was Beatrice, who was known for her foul temper…
Some people sighed on her behalf, guessing that Chloe was among the women wearing white veils, and feeling embarrassed.
But this commotion did not reach Carl Maynor.
He couldn’t hear anything.
Because he could not accept this moment where time seemed to have stopped, this moment that he wished was a dream.
Thud thud-
Karl Maynor said nothing, but grabbed Beatrice’s wrist and quickly tried to leave the square.
His quick steps seemed at first glance to be caused by panic, but in reality they were caused by his inability to control his boiling anger.
People who didn’t know the inside story watched the two as witnesses to a dopamine-stimulating passionate scene.
As the commotion grew louder, everyone began to speak with anticipation about where the scandal at the Imperial Academy would lead.
“Oh my god! Where are you two going?!”
“Leave me alone~ I guess he wants to talk in a quiet place.”
“The ceremony isn’t over yet? You’re not even dancing?”
“Does dancing matter right now? Those two?”
“…right.”
And the words exchanged by those watching were not directed at the two parties involved, but at someone who should not have been heard.
“……”
Alana, like the other women, was wearing a white veil.
I was just staring blankly in surprise at Carl’s sudden actions, and while I was bewildered by the situation that I couldn’t understand at all, I heard some unbearably unpleasant stories in her ears.
Dalgrak-
She caressed the rosary beads in her hand with her fingers.
He fidgets and just fiddles with his rosary.
Despite her face also being covered by a veil, Alana stood out the most among the remaining women.
It was contradictory to say that she stood out, but it was true that her sensual scent, which spread faintly even beyond the veil, was captivating people.
Moreover, the silhouette of her breasts, whose size could be guessed even through the baggy clothes, could not hide her presence.
Alana had grown accustomed to the gazes on her before, but now she could not tolerate them.
She didn’t care how they looked at her or what they thought of her. She didn’t care at all if they dared to look at the saint with impure eyes.
This was because she knew and experienced the value of beauty given to her and the price it came with.
But not now.
She is currently in a state of instability and stress.
“Hey, hey…!”
One of the boys participating in the ceremony in the square took off his blindfold and approached Alana.
He couldn’t resist the beauty that Alana radiated and impulsively tried to speak to her.
Alana looked towards the hesitant man.
He’s just a regular guy.
No, I don’t even think of anyone else as a man except Carl Maynor.
Perhaps, I began to believe that the child I had been with since childhood was the companion given to me by God.
Is it because of the elation that consciousness gives?
Alana realized it with divine power.
And I was frustrated. I was filled with anger and jealousy, which is something a priest should not have.
Whoosh-
Alana glanced at the man beyond the veil with contempt in her pink eyes, then turned and left the square.
It was a quick pace, just like Carl Maynor had done.
And everyone watching the ceremony will never notice.
The saint, the messenger of God who appeared after a hundred years, was faced with a great test at the Christmas Eve.
That’s how she came to look at the world not with heavenly eyes, but with the eyes of a mere human being, and especially with the eyes of a low and petty jealousy.
That she was no longer a holy woman, but just a woman who longed for the pure love of a man.
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The sword continued to advance with a stern expression.
He held Beatrice so tightly that his handprint left a mark on her delicate wrist, and dragged her along so that she could not run away, even though he did not dare to look at her.
He didn’t even turn around to look at Beatrice’s expression.
Because I was afraid to face her.
So, we arrived at a corner of the lecture hall, far from the square, empty due to the festival.
thud-!
Karl roughly pushed Beatrice against the wall.
And to keep her from getting away, he placed both arms against the wall her back was against.
“Ouch… It hurts, Carl.”
“……”
Beatrice groaned slightly as her back hit the wall.
Yet he had a strange smile on his face.
Carl felt his heart race at the sight of it.
“You. What the hell are you.”
Carl asked with a trembling voice.
What the heck, how did this happen?
Beatrice looked up at the sword indifferently.
“Well, I don’t know, now.”
Beatrice, who had been giggling, had her turquoise eyes glowing again, disgustingly.
bang-!
Then Carl clenched his fist with the hand that was resting against the wall and struck the wall.
“Puns!!!”
Carl took a deep breath, trying to calm his excitement somehow.
Then he said again.
“Don’t play with words…”
Beatrice turned her head and looked at the wall where the sword had struck.
The wall cracked and split.
On the other hand, Carl’s fist was intact. He really had a strong body.
“Will I make it like that too?”
Beatrice asks, pointing to the cracked wall with her eyes.
“Uh. So answer correctly.”
Carl answered in a low voice.
He was quickly gathering his thoughts.
It’s so confusing that it’s hard to even call it a resolution, but I’m still trying hard to understand the situation.
“Why are you looking at me with those eyes… Why are you giving off such a dirty vibe!!”
The magic embedded in his blindfold blocked his senses, but at the same time, it amplified certain abilities to an incomparable degree.
Carl could now see and feel the black aura rippling around Beatrice.
An overwhelming darkness spreads around her.
Carl barely managed to see Beatrice, feeling as if he was being suffocated by the darkness.
“…Dirty, that’s a shame?”
“You-!”
Unlike Karl’s distorted expression, Beatrice had a smiling face as if mocking Karl. She seemed happy.
That made Karl even angrier.
At this rate, I might even feel the urge to grab that delicate neck with my hands and snap it.
“This is me. The sword, the magic you find dirty… the darkness of the royal family, and my eyes are all mine.”
“……”
Beatrice whispered softly.
She no longer had a smiling face, but instead had a sad and lonely expression on her face.
Jeobuk-
The sword retreated step by step.
“No. This is… This is not it…”
In retrospect, it is a clear law.
Carl looked back on the past.
“Beatrice, so you… you’re unknown?”
He already knows the answer.
I know that the world that was going smoothly after the ice age changed one day.
He demands an answer from the woman who is backing away and has her back against the wall.
She stood there quietly, looking at the knife.
“Yes. I am the unknown, the last royal. The rightful heir to the empire.”
“…!!”
I see myself in his turquoise eyes.
And the tears welling up in the corners of my eyes.
“Ha, haha… Are you surprised? Because I’m unknown?”
Karl recalled the day he first met Beatrice.
That day, unlike the setting, I entered the student council early and approached them wearing the student council belt.
And the development of the novel changed because of her.
Likewise, the existence of the unknown that appeared at the Academy much earlier than the setting.
The flow of the original story is so tangled that it can’t be helped.
It came together to reach the present.
Carl slowly closed his eyes.
Then I saw the woman in front of me.
Two people damaged the spread out answer sheet.
And the two were one. Putting aside his embarrassment, he looked at the unknown with a captivating face.
“Trixie……”
Finally, he tells her real name, which Beatrice had told him in the original.
“Trixie Green.”
The last name attached to the back is her true identity that I only just discovered.
This is Beatrice’s identity.
“Yeah, Carl. I’m here.”
A brilliant darkness spread out from the surviving princess’s feet.
Beyond the slender body of the woman, an immeasurable power is seen.
Gugugugugugugu-
This is my first time encountering such strong imperial magic.
It was a much stronger magic than the few times I saw her wearing a mask.
“I won’t lie anymore. Not to you, not to myself.”
Again-
Saying so, the princess took a step forward.
The sword no longer retreated.
He looked straight at the princess.
“I don’t know what the hell is causing this, but it’s better this way.”
Swoosh-
And he stretched out his hand and took hold of the holy sword.
The handle of the summoned holy sword was instantly wrapped around his palm and held.
“Trixie Green, enemy of humanity. You are under arrest.”
“Are you affectionate, not annihilating or killing?”
“I have so many questions to ask.”
“I have a lot to ask too.”
The princess smiled.
“I don’t think it’s worth answering.”
“I like it.”
“…!?”
And then he opens his arms and approaches the sword again.
As if asking for a hug.
“I like you, Carl Maynor.”
It was an absurd yet true statement.
“You’re the only person I can love in this world.”
In this way, the lecture hall, which had been empty due to the festival, was filled with a black and white energy.
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