2nd Round Villain

12 – D – 1 Daytime, the world is a third-rate comedy play (1)

I hated banal evil.

I didn’t like the obvious villain either.

I thought even villains should have dignity.

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Just as those who stand on the side of justice pursue pure goodness, not money, fame, or power, I also wanted to pursue pure evil without paying attention to money, fame, or power.

He didn’t like the rising flames, the screams of the confused, the maddened roars of the wicked who started them. It was because the outdated bad deeds felt old-fashioned.

So, I began to smile happily. Whether things went well or not, whether I was happy or sad, I unified all my emotional expressions into laughter. It was the beginning of the Joker.

But, as I ran and ran like that-.

The Demon King, who should have been ahead of him, has fallen into a side road.

The b*tch called the Duke of the West who ran with me is floundering in the river of conscience.

The foolish warrior bastard has become a hypocrite who is neither one nor the other because his self-interest has been broken.

It is truly deplorable. It doesn’t mean much to me, who only has one day left.

“Joker.”

“why.”

“Are you in a bad mood?”

“Does it look like that? On a topic you can’t even see?”

“A lot of emotion is revealed in the sound of a creature’s breath, color, temperature, and so on.”

“It is omnipotent, saintess.”

The saintess, kneeling on the floor, crawled towards me.

As usual, with a benevolent smile on his lips. It is a smile that is vastly different from mine.

“If I gave you a present, would you feel better?”

Spitting out those words, the saintess put her hand in her bosom and rummaged.

“Can I get some more bread? I don’t really want to eat bread that smells like you.”

“hahahaha, that’s nice too.”

Something that was never light was placed on my chest. As she lowered her head and directed her gaze toward her chest, the identity of that something was reflected in the light emitted by the saintess and entered her field of vision.

“It is a treasure that has been with me all my life.”

“What is the treasure?”

“Please accept it. My heart, my faith, my love.”

“How can something dirty and scorched with dirt be a treasure? How do you manage treasures these days?”

“If that’s the case, Joker-sama will definitely clean it up later.”

What the saintess handed me was a rosary. The black rosary that she always held in her hand and prayed for.

To present something like this to the demons, evil creatures of demons, are you asking them to break it right away?

“You’re not entrusting it to me because it’s annoying to do the laundry right now, right?”

“Do I look like that? It’s a little disappointing.”

“Yeah, you look like that person.”

“Poohyong.”

The saintess covered her mouth with her hand and let out a light laugh.

Don’t beat him, I laughed along. The day before the execution ceremony, the fact that he was exchanging such a nonchalant joke with Mary, the saint of the sun, who was the strongest and most powerful man on the continent, was so funny.

“Kihehehehe-.”

“It is a pure laughter. Good to hear.”

“This is the first time, the person who spoke positively about my laughter.”

“Because it contains your sincerity.”

I don’t hate these trivial conversations.

I have no family, no friends, and the Demon King is the only visitor to me.

The saintess of Tartarus had dug deep into me in just seven days.

“Saintess, can you tell me the story of the first time I laughed?”

“Please do.”

“It is not a very moving story. It’s a f*cking comedy. I’m a bit squeamish.”

Like a minstrel describing a lengthy tale of heroism, I began to chant.

At the appearance of the word yashikuri, the saintess covered her flushed face with her palms and pricked up her ears.

“It was shortly after my mother and father got married. I was passing through the northern part of the Pandemonium. Of course, by then I hadn’t been born.”

“It’s a story from a very long time ago.”

“Right, but do you think my mother was a bit too beautiful? It caught the eye of the demon police. Of course, demons have a habit of not being patient when their desires are full. The police were no exception.”

The saintess doesn’t react. I must have intuition that the story I bring out is never pleasant.

“They arrested my father. A spy sent by the Empire. And, he threatened my mother. If you don’t spend a hot night with them, your father will be summarily executed.”

“… .”

“I had no choice. My mother loved my father immensely. You finally succumbed. But, they were more vicious than I thought. I said it was for one night, but I didn’t let go of my mother for days and days after holding onto her.”

“… .”

Looking at the saintess who had hardened like a stone, I continued my speech with a smirk.

“Well, that’s how Young Cha Young Cha ended, and as a result, my father was released. I don’t think I even intended to kill them in the first place. My father and mother kept quiet about what happened that day, as if we had kissed each other. I spent several months like that… The incident happened.”

“… .”

“Well, mother’s stomach is starting to swell little by little. What? Of course, it wasn’t my father’s lineage that was in it.”

“… !”

“I guess that didn’t come as a shock. My mother, who endured and endured, eventually committed suicide by hanging herself a week before giving birth. My father sobbed wildly in front of him. But at that time, the belly of the mother who was hanging from the tree began to split little by little.”

The pale face of the saintess. How will the saintess, who was probably brought up in a wealthy church and loved, react to this terrible and gloomy story?

I am so curious about it. You can call me evil like this, but what can I do? I am a demon by birth.

“I was born that way. According to my father, I was laughing while covered in my mother’s blood or something? Giggling giggling, isn’t it a f*cking comedy?”

Tongue sticking out and asking questions.

Indeed, indeed – how will our noble and innocent saintess react?

I was so tired of waiting for that answer, around the time I was impatient.

“Joker, didn’t you say that your mother was beheaded by dragons last time?”

I received an answer that did not match my expectations.

Oh, it was a passing story, but did you still remember that?

“What is real? your mother… .”

I spoke to her with a sense of steam leaking out of her mouth as if her head was confused.

“Hey, saintess.”

“yes.”

“Why are you so serious?”

“yes?”

“Whether this is the truth or that is the truth, or the third story is the truth, in the end it’s all in the past.”

The saintess was stunned as if she had been hit in the head with a hammer. Oh, that reaction is pretty funny too, isn’t it?

“Kick-kick, laugh at other people’s pasts and pass them over. Whether it’s a tragedy or a comedy, what do you know when it’s someone else’s situation? After all, the world is just a third-rate comedy play.”

I am full of roaring laughter. Like playing with her.

At that, the saintess didn’t shoot at me, but came a little closer and put my head in her arms again.

Ha ha, I feel good again. I’m tired of telling them not to do it anymore.

“No matter how joking, you shouldn’t say such things.”

“That’s the saintess’ idea.”

“I think the reason Joker casually spits out such jokes is because you haven’t received enough love.”

“That is completely wrong. Did I receive a lot of love?”

“But never forget. Even if the world forsakes you, even if it only shows you a ruthless and cold back.”

tight-.

“Only me, that I love you-.”

A familiar warmth embraced my face. As he inhaled, the smell of her body settled on the tip of his nose.

In an instant, I felt an indescribable shame.

I myself, who subconsciously thought that body odor was fragrant.

As a demon, that’s why it’s so embarrassing.

*****

Cut-.

“ouch.”

“Are you sick? Can you tell me where it hurts?”

“The whole body. Because of what you said last time.”

“Oh, sorry. If my love had been a little more sincere, I could have healed you… .”

“Okay, tomorrow this will be over anyway.”

The saintess stared at me with eyes closed in bandages. Are there scarred pupils in there, or is there only an empty void?

The sea suddenly becomes curious.

“My role is to accept the suffering of others… It is useless.”

“Why are you suddenly self-deprecating?”

“I am ashamed.”

“Just being by your side helps a lot, so stop blaming yourself.”

“yes?”

“Does the saintess know how lonely I have been for the past 104 days, being with only a dark Celtic-like man?”

“ah… .”

Wait, was it because of my mood that I saw hope flicker and then fade in the saintess’s expression?

“Holy Lady.”

“yes.”

“Can I speak comfortably?”

“You’ve been comfortable since the beginning, haven’t you?”

“That’s why I’m trying to ask permission before it’s too late.”

“I didn’t know that the world’s Joker was the one who asked for permission to do that one by one.”

“What’s wrong, I’m actually a polite villain if you get to know me.”

The saintess asked in surprise.

“Did you?”

“Then, he’s so considerate that he shoves a shotgun into the mouth of a guy he meets for the first time and kindly sings him a lullaby before killing him. I was so good at honorifics, that my dragons named me ‘Don’t be cheap’?”

“… .”

“Kick.”

Ah, teasing the saintess is always fun. This is because the smile on the saintess’ lips is the only moment that is erased.

Kki-Ik-.

clap-.

“Holy Lady, it’s time to serve food.”

The Celt opened the stuffy iron door and stepped into Tartarus.

“Celt, why don’t you call me by my name? Are you discriminating against prisoners now?”

“… .”

A typical Celt would answer the question just now with a trembling, ‘Yes, I discriminate’. Even so, I have no right to complain.

“Yeah, sorry. Here, your bread.”

However, Celt obediently brought me a meal with a slightly gloomy expression. Without throwing or dropping, very politely.

“There is milk here, and I asked the chef to bring soup and sandwiches. Butter and jam were bought with my own money.”

widely-.

Even the menu was several times larger than usual. In the meantime, all of the ‘my favorite breads’ that I would have found out while chatting with me were all included. There was also rye bread.

“I should have given you something like this normally.”

“I’m sorry.”

“just joke. Ghosts who died after eating are said to be beautiful, so I hope they come out like this tomorrow morning too.”

“They say there is no breakfast tomorrow. If you’re too nervous, you might vomit on the guillotine… Please understand.”

“Puhahahaha!”

At the Celt’s words, a vulgar laugh broke out, somewhat incongruous with the gloomy atmosphere.

nervous? throw up? who? Me, Joker Oscar Lucifer? Saint Mary of the Sun?

“Ahahahaha.”

Perhaps it was just as funny, the saintess followed me with a clear laugh. The only one who didn’t laugh was the Celts.

“Celt, why aren’t you smiling?”

“How can you be so aloof in the face of death… .”

“Two vicious death row inmates will disappear from the world tomorrow, wouldn’t it be nice to have a toast?”

“her.”

“So, smile. You should smile on happy days. If you see us laughing after we die, they’ll think we’re hypocritical and curse you with dirty ghosts.”

However, no matter how much I tried, Celt didn’t come over. With a heavy face on, he even brought the saintess’ food table, and left Tartarus with that face on until the end.