I appeared in the hallway of the demon lord's castle in a daze. I never expected the demon lord to agree and make these choices. Why is he doing this? Just what is so significant about something worthless that made them make this decision? I felt empty and loathed—I hate this. I was fine with ending my life in my 21st year of age and living a continuous life 21 times. I do have to relive this moment because I feel like I went into the abyss of life without my presence affecting every aspect of my existence, which can cause the misery of my people. I felt a touch on my shoulder, then I saw Sha-sha with a worried gaze, and then I recalled Noelle's words, 'Sacrifice leads to torments of duet, satisfaction brought by debt'.
I looked at him muddledly and asked him, "You knew Noelle?" She would have known this and used that phrase if it weren't for him. He looked at me blandly, then asked, "Who?" I got frustrated, so I took out some of my anger and said, "Don't play dumb! I know both of you definitely planned this damned play!" I groaned, then whimpered. I feel like I'm about to pass out. I breathed in deeply, I woke up from muddleheadedness, then ah'ed in realization, I breathed in deeply, and I apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm just a little bit tired," but then he replied, "What kind of play are you talking about?—This is reality." He said them with a sharp and deep tone, and I shuddered at the coldness of his voice, penetrating my heat of anger and turning it into frozen terror.
"You know, that's not what I'm talking about." I sighed and calmed down a bit. 'I'm such a piece of trash. I thought, Why would they put in enough effort to go all through this? They could've just told me. He calmed down the apologies: "Sorry, hearing the voice of my husband made me emotional; I missed him." I saw his painful smile and heard his hurtful voice. I asked him, "Why are you helping me? Let me rephrase that: Why are you not angry with me?" I am dumb enough to fabricate my own death; I even made the hero become a demon, destroying the livelihood of mankind and making the demon lord use this opportunity to purge the kingdom for retaliation, being put into a coma for reviving my dumb life. 'I am such a massive red flag'.
He looked at me, then he replied, "I knew Noelle; she told me you never wanted to die; I could see her eyes in conviction; she didn't say this to you, but she knows whenever you remember 'the voices, you flick your head to the side in a dismissive manner, and it reached to the point you held the bunch of roses full of thorns bare-handed, blood dripping down your hands just to stay sane; she knew you were struggling." He looked at me and said, "I help all of you because of my husband; as a matter of fact, I hated you before."
He hated me. For making his husband in deep slumber, or for making a decision that could cause destruction to everything it cross its paths, 'good thing for him i also hated myself its not my first time hearing them' he stared at me seemingly studying my expression, he spoke "how can i hate a person that despised themselves more than people that disliked them" i was shookt i never expected his frank words, we walked out of the hallway and we entered the main balcony the exhibits the entrance from the gate, i can see millions of knights on horses, mages lined up behind them and archers supports the side of the area. 'This is a different point in time.' I looked at him, seeing his calm, reminiscing demeanor. I stood quietly by the side. Christian wouldn't kill all the demons, knowing that Sha Sha is still alive and some of them are safe living somewhere. The war between demons and humans has begun.
I could see Christian below going back to the army of knights. With a serious face, I could tell his plans. He may have told his followers he would fight the demon lord alone, then weaken him so they could attack the kingdom. Knowing that the two have a transaction, they must have done some high-level magic that could fabricate the deaths of millions of demons, leaving the residents of the demon kingdom safe. Eyeing Sha-sha, he played an important role in this. They must have fought for these choices, 'the torn painting and' "the red painting". I was thinking too deeply. I didn't notice. I spoke loudly. Sha-Sha looked at me. I looked at him bewilderedly and said, "My head spoke, didn't it?" He smiled then replied, "The red painting—there are three of them in total." I tried to recall the third painting, Three. I only saw two; he looked at me and continued, "The third painting is not there; I didn't finish them yet, But as you can see here now."I looked outside the area; the scenery changed beyond recognition; the whole place was burning to the ground; shouts asking for help, screaming in agony of losing a loved one, and begging for mercy echoed into the hallway. I know they are forged, but this high level of magic didn't have to be this specific, but it was included. I looked at him both of us walking out, and I followed him closely.
He led me underground to the castle, and I saw a new scene. I thought, 'The magic is getting uncontrollable; the images are not intact.' Seeing Christian, he gave the demon lord the branches of the Gingko tree and placed them on the floor. I noticed carvings run across the whole room, and I saw one of the demon lord's horns broken and placed on the floor, and Christian was dripping with blood that flowed down the cracks of the engravings. 'The amount of blood you will use can't be done without any help from anyone; this is why no one could use it recklessly, but for demons, it's an easy feat. Demon Circle is a black magic that can be used by mages and demons. The nobles used it to kill people they wanted, and the person who monopolized it was the duke. Now that they are dead, I haven't heard of anyone using them since.' I looked at Sha-sha, patted his back, and told him, "Your magic is getting haywire. We need to fall back." I could see he was breathing hard, and I could see sweat drip down his face bewitchingly. I thought, 'Lord have mercy', why is everyone looking like a high-standard celebrity here? I sighed at my average looks. He nodded and waved his hand, trying to stay up while the area changed and we were back in the room we came from. I sighed in relief, but I saw him collapse on the sofa. I sat next to the sofa and blew air on his face. He opened his eyes and stood up quickly. I panicked, "Wait!" I just did that to relieve the pain not to heal, I saw him fall to the floor, face down. ' Ouf, that must have hurt. I helped him sit on the sofa. Seeing the place the way it was before means we didn't spend much time in the visual past. I thought of Christian; I don't know how to face him.