episode_0014

“Umm… .”

A moan escapes, unable to completely escape from the dream.

A dreamy grip grabs the nape of my neck. It’s the last sleep of your life. Why don’t you sleep a little more?

It’s because I was having a very happy dream just now.

I don’t actually remember what the dream was.

“… .”

As I lower my head due to the pressure pressing down on my chest, I see a saint breathing softly in the darkness. The saint’s pursed, thin lips also caught my eye.

Oh right.

I almost kissed that thing yesterday.

‘… !’

When I thought about what happened last night, a flood of shame came over me. My face felt hot as if it was engulfed in fire.

I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t even raise my head and face her.

I am not one of these timid demons, but after spending time with a saint, I became tainted.

“Ha… Please be peaceful.”

The saintess was breathing softly.

I suddenly felt like I wanted to move my hand and stroke the hair covered in the nun’s clothes.

Gradually-.

“… .”

The reason I couldn’t do that was because the chains were rustling due to another seizure and my excitement was broken.

Damn, how much this guy’s chopping is trying to torment me. Merlin, I shouldn’t have killed that old man gracefully.

“Umm… Joker?”

The saintess woke up with her mouth open and dry. I felt like it was because my body was having a seizure and was shaking.

“Are you fully awake?”

“It seems so. My mind feels clean, as if it has been washed with water.”

“That would be great. Anyway, after a while, that head will be rolling on the ground.”

“It’s all thanks to Joker’s chest pillow.”

As if showing off, the saintess rubbed her face as she leaned against my chest. Like a newborn baby exploring its mother’s breast.

“Why is this cute behavior so inappropriate? Ugly.”

“Please accept it generously. As you just said, isn’t there a lot of life left?”

“What can I say, on the topic of old maids.”

“Because I am an old maid, I want to lean on her even more. Joker is the first man I looked forward to.”

“Are you bragging?”

I spoke bluntly, as if scolding the saint. The saint smiles kindly and accepts them all.

Our conversation went like this. It has been this way, and it will probably continue to be… Ah, there is no future.

“Saint.”

“Why are you doing that?”

“Actually, I have a sandwich leftover that I didn’t eat earlier.”

“I see.”

“Do you want to eat?”

The saintess nodded like a puppy without saying anything.

“It’s probably right where you left the food tray earlier.”

I verbally indicated the location of the sandwich.

The saint crawled with difficulty to the place I pointed to.

“… I don’t have any?”

The words I heard were unexpected.

“No? Nothing?”

“Yes, there is nothing left here except an empty tray.”

“It can’t be… Didn’t the saint eat it while I was sleeping?”

When a look of suspicion appeared, the saintess must have read his expression and hurriedly waved her hand.

“I am not an unscrupulous servant who greedily greedily eats other people’s food.”

“What, then, am I a shameless person who always eats the saint’s food?”

“There is a difference between concession and greed.”

“… It’s not wrong.”

Looking at the reaction, it seems like the saint really didn’t eat that sandwich.

So where did the sandwich go? In Tartarus, a secret room where no one can enter or leave.

“Close your eyes right now and tell it to me. It was meant to be given to the saint anyway.”

“Actually.”

Just as I was trying to wrap my head around that, the saintess opened her mouth.

“Joker ate it.”

“What kind of bullshit is that.”

“In his sleep, he moved his lips as if he wanted to eat something. So, I put the sandwich in your mouth.”

“What, I really ate it?”

The saint moved her arm towards my face. It slightly touched my eyes, nose, and cheeks, and then soon caressed the corner of my mouth.

Then, he used his finger to remove what was on the corner of my mouth and showed it to me.

“Take a look.”

Breadcrumbs that are clearly visible even in the dark.

I guess I really ate it. I have physical evidence, so what can I say?

“You enjoyed it. Even just hearing the sound makes me feel so good.”

“What does it have to do with me eating well and the saint?”

“Still, we came close to kissing lips, right?”

“I’m so damn tired. If you put it that way, what are the female demons who fucked me and Gu Heo-heon?”

“… Chastity is a sin.”

The saint’s smile changes every moment.

A kind smile, a generous smile, a bright smile, a hopeful smile, a happy smile… … .

Of all the smiles, not one contained negative emotions. Just like humans who were born in flower fields and lived their lives rolling around flower fields, the saint had a white spirit head.

When I came face to face with the Demon King, I used to give him a cold look, but that was only because I had to give him a sharp rebuke.

The saintess was still smiling. A beautiful smile.

“Do you like me telling you that I hung out with another female? Why are you smiling?”

“Haha.”

“You sure you don’t have such perverted tastes? If that’s really the case, I’m a little disappointed. I also don’t have a taste for being taken away.”

“Please don’t misunderstand. I laughed because I thought that no matter how many women you had, in the end, I was the only one left by your side.”

“… .”

This is absurd.

Yesterday, you confessed that you loved me.

When I tell him that there were many other females next to his beloved, he tries to console himself by saying that he is the only one at the end.

No, it may not be self-consolation. If you are a saint whose head is covered with flowers, you may truly be thinking that.

“Ugh, I shouldn’t say anything.”

“Joker, I want to ask you something.”

“What is that?”

“What kind of dream did you have that made you eat so greedily while you were sleeping?”

“I don’t know, I don’t remember either. Normally, once you wake up, you don’t remember anything like a dream.”

“Is that so.”

The saint lay down again with her head on my chest. He even subtly raised his thin legs above my lower abdomen.

From that action, I could vaguely remember something.

The last scene of the dream that I saw just before waking up.

that-.

“Ah, that’s right. That was it.”

“Are you remembering something?”

“Yeah, so what was it… .”

In a scenic flower field with a gentle breeze blowing.

I’m sitting at the base of a tree that has been cut cleanly.

On my lap, the saint was sitting with her knees rounded, as if leaning against them.

We happily split a piece of bread and shared it.

And then, and then, kissing each other’s lips, confirming each other’s feelings, pouring out thick sweat, and devouring each other’s bodies with mouths, hands, and lust… What the fuck were you dreaming about?

I can never say things like this. The lower body, which has become wet for the first time in hundreds of years, cries out. If I revealed the contents of my dream, I would be put to death in shame before I even got to the guillotine.

“Haha.”

“Why, why are you suddenly splitting it up!”

“After reading Joker’s expression, the content of the dream was drawn naturally.”

“… !”

I wonder why, the saintess’s smile today looks like a thousand-year-old serpent’s sly smile.

On the subject of a saint who had trembled at the mere mention of night time not long ago…

“Still, I feel good.”

Why is my face getting hot?

The positions of the saint and me were completely reversed.

Truly, it was funny.

*****

Cheolkeong-.

The sound of Tartarus’ heavy bars opening is heard.

Since food distribution and visits are prohibited today, the door is opened for one purpose.

Now, it’s time to go.

“Escort it.”

A total of five people came through the open door.

Among them, there were also Celts. The Celts were on the receiving end of orders.

Jeopuk, Jeopuk-.

The man who gave orders in a solemn voice stayed behind, and four guards, including Kelt, approached us. They clung to me and the saint, two each.

“Loosen the chain.”

Clang-clack-clack-.

Celt took a golden key from his bosom and inserted it into the keyhole of the chain that had held my limbs for one hundred and eleven days.

A brief clanging sound passed, and the feeling of restraint holding my arms disappeared.

As I roughly waved my arm, something thin passed in front of my eyes. Man, he hasn’t eaten so much that only his bones remain.

“Can you walk?”

The warden asked quietly. What was contained in that question was complete emotionlessness.

Since he is a human being, there will be good or bad feelings towards the saint and towards me, and he truly appears to be a professional prison warden.

“The saint seems to be having a hard time because she lacks energy… I think I can walk roughly? I’m not sure because I haven’t moved for such a long time.”

“Stand up and watch.”

I obediently put my feet on the ground and straightened my knees. I was so happy to feel the stability coming from the soles of my feet that my spine trembled.

“Ah… Yes, this feeling.”

“Try moving your feet. It’s okay to run, it’s okay to jump.”

Thump, thump!

As he stamped his feet, a slight vibration spread throughout Tartarus. Because he was tied up for a long time, he didn’t have as much strength as he had in his prime, but fortunately he still had about the size of a snot.

Due to that power, for a moment I thought about knocking them out and escaping with the saint, but I soon gave up on that thought. Defeating them with this meager power was like hitting a rock with an egg.

Each of the guards at the Tower of Babel is a former tycoon. Just looking at the Celts, aren’t they from the White Knights, who are classified as the top powerhouses of the Holy Kingdom?

Even if I could somehow subdue the guards, it was clear that I would not be able to defeat the prison chief who was now standing in front of me.

Theseus, the star. He is a former ‘God Killer.’

In the past, he entered ‘Eden Academy’, said to be the best academy in the empire, as a commoner scholarship student, but was ostracized there and came to hate humans. Despite being called one of the ‘absolutely powerful’ on the continent, he is one of the few humans who did not fight against the Demon King’s army. .

However, that didn’t mean he supported the Demon King’s army. To be honest, Thaeseus deeply hated everyone. The brutal murder of Plutus, the ‘god of wealth and power’, was probably due to childhood trauma.

The reason he was appointed as the warden of Tartarus after the war was probably because here everyone is an equal prisoner.

“No problem. Celt and Bella grab both arms of the 379 number. Derio and Luca carried 386 times.”

See, they call us by our prisoner numbers instead of our titles or names.

He is truly a hard, iron-clad person. Thaeseus.

Number 37 is me, number 38 is a saint. The guards named Derio and Luca approached the saint.

They grabbed the saint who was so weak that she could not stand up. Their hands touched the saint’s limbs.

Wow-.

“Ugh… .”

The touch was unexpectedly rough, and for a moment, my mind froze. It is a cruel gesture that does not give the slightest consideration to the saint’s fragile body, and cannot be found in recognition even after washing one’s eyes.

It was even more so because I saw the deep furrow between the saint’s eyebrows.

“Hands off.”

So, I growled unconsciously. There was a deep murderousness in my voice.

“I’m not someone like you who can be treated carelessly.”

The atmosphere became cold. Even though I knew it shouldn’t be like this, the words flowed out freely.

“I carry the saint. You hold on to me.”

“Joker… ?”

“What are you saying now… !”

The saintess stared at me with a puzzled expression. The guards were also quite perplexed by my sudden behavior.

“I don’t like it? Shall we talk about it here? Please pull out one arm each?”

I have always treated the guards with respect, but now I am expressing my anger as if I had never done that before. Because they were still holding the saintess’s delicate wrist tightly and not letting go…

Taeseus, who received my threatening suggestion, thought for a moment, then briefly lowered his head.

“Allowed.”

“The head of the prison guard, according to the regulations, prisoners on death row must be escorted by guards… .”

“If you hold on to the 379 number, isn’t it the same anyway? They say they will take care of the trouble for you, so there is no reason to refuse.”

“Yeah, but… .”

“Do you want to have a game of bickering with that guy here? I won’t stop you, but you’ll be late when you arrive, right?”

“Ah.”

As soon as permission was given, I immediately violently slapped away the hands of the guards holding the saint. They looked apprehensive, but there was no problem as long as they had permission from Taeseus, the jailer.

I carefully picked up the saint and placed her gently on my back. The saintess leaned helplessly like a wet puppy. My two palms gently supported the saint’s small buttocks.

The buttocks hidden by the thick nun’s clothes were bare bones. I felt bad about that for no reason.

The saint’s pelvis was by no means small. However, there was only a severe lack of flesh.

The saint rested her chin on my shoulder and whispered a voice filled with concern in my ear.

“It’s causing unnecessary trouble… .”

“What are you talking about? I do it because I like it.”

“Thank you… .”

“Okay, how can I say thank you with something so awkward?”

I carried the saint on my back, and the guards wrapped their arms around me. Theseus commanded us.

“Walk.”

Jeopuk-.

The sound of footsteps for the first time in a long time filled the space. I have always walked frivolously and frivolously, but now that I was carrying a weak saint on my back, I was stepping more carefully than anyone else in the world.

Jeopuk-.

As we emerged from Tartarus, a long stone staircase appeared before us. The stone stairs, designed to spin in a circle, were filled with unusual traces of battle here and there.

Jeopuk-.

The saintess’s breath, which had been tickling me as it touched the back of my neck, became increasingly faint. The saintess, whose energy had been noticeably depleted since yesterday, was slowly losing consciousness.

Every time that happened, I pinched the saint’s thigh with my index finger as if I was angry.

The saint was startled and tried to come to her senses, but soon she began dozing off and trying to lose her senses.

I keep having a feeling that if I fall asleep now, it will be like falling asleep in the polar region and never waking up.

“Saint, come to your senses. Are you going to live in a place like this?”

“Umm… .”

“Hold your mind straight. I will take you safely to the guillotine. You have to live as long as you can.”

“Really… I am receiving an indescribable blessing.”

“This much? To the person who reduced the pain by burning his own life.”

Jeopuk-.

The stairs were long.

It was natural that the stairs were long, as they were from the lowest floor of the underground Tower of Babel to the highest floor, above ground.

On the way up, prisoners on several floors were visible through the bars.

A fire spirit king, a mid-level god, an imperial princess, an elven elder, a notorious killer, etc… As you go up the floor, the number of prisoners increases exponentially.

This is because the higher the upper level, the more likely prisoners are to be imprisoned.

Jeopuk-.

They muttered in confusion when they saw us. No floor was exempt.

The combination of the two of us, a saint who was one of the most famous people on the continent, and me, the person who put most of them in the Tower of Babel, must have been quite refreshing to them.

Jeopuk-.

“Saint! Holy woman! Where are you going!”

“Joker! You trash devil! I guess it’s finally time to die!”

“Oh, stop! Hey guys .. hey guys! Where are you taking the sun god’s daughter?”

“Kick, it’s great to see both the saint and the joker going to their deaths.”

Occasionally, wailing, shouting, lamentation, and ridicule could also be heard. The saint and I were not swayed by them and went up in silence.

Toward the bright, bright world that will be at the end of this long staircase.

And, towards the guillotine in the square that will cut off our necks with a single sword.

I just walked silently and aimlessly.

Jeopuk-.

Jeopuk-.

That… … .