2nd Round Villain

7 – D – 3, container (1)

“Prayer, would you like to join us?”

The saintess asked. Like every day, with a soft smile.

It’s amazing. How the hell did that smile shine brightly in this dark Tartarus? Judging from his haggard complexion, it doesn’t seem like he’s overflowing with divine power.

“Okay, I don’t believe in God.”

“The Lord is in your heart, so you can compare it to what you really want to believe.”

“Is it only me that I believe in? Are you asking yourself to pray now?”

“Anyway, it’s better than not doing it.”

The saintess forcibly placed the black rosary in my right hand, which was restrained by chains. Then he lightly grabbed my big hand with his two small hands.

The saintess pursed her small lips.

“Please relax your hands.”

“You didn’t give me much strength?”

“The rosary does not go anywhere. Do you have any reason to clench your fist?”

“Kick, that’s right.”

It seems that he was habitually giving strength to his right hand. It’s a habit that came from fighting every time I clenched my fist.

“Asmodian-nim, there is something I want to tell you about fists, can I offer them to you?”

“Try it, what can’t you do?”

“If you clench your fist tightly, nothing will remain in it, but if you open your palms, the world will be contained.”

As if preaching the sacred gospel, the saintess spat out the words with a flushed face.

“That’s true, but there’s one thing the saintess doesn’t know.”

That’s a little expensive, so I came up with my own answer. It was an answer that completely contradicted the saintess’ ideology.

“The fist is meant to punch the arrogant guys who are holding something like a dog. I did not know?”

“Is that so?”

“of course. money? wealth? authority? What does it matter? Those people who condescend to have some coins are disgusting.”

“That sounds interesting.”

Whoops, the saintess let out a laugh. She never says anything I say is wrong.

“Then just pray.”

“Thank you for being considerate.

“Come on, try it.”

The saintess placed her forehead on my right hand holding the rosary and began to mutter faithfully. Even in the middle of it, he patted me on the back as if telling me to follow suit, and I reluctantly opened my mouth.

It is something to live long and see. It doesn’t feel a bit cheap for the price of living five hundred years, though.

“Lord, who gave me a precious day, a lowly servant dares to give thanks.”

“Chaos, God of Chaos, please pour out your tears and flood this damn continent.”

“Please have mercy and grace upon this poor little lamb.”

“Otherwise, I will blow up your altar first… Holy lady, why do you keep making me a pity?”

“Give me the wisdom to repent of this demon tribe, please.”

Ah, foolish and pitiful lose, who repents after seeing who.

penitence? It can’t be anything like that. I am Oscar Lucifer, the second in the Demon King Army. Grand Duke of the North of the Demon Realm. A frivolous cup of blood Joker. I am the one who drove the continent into the chaos of the apocalypse.

“Holy Lady, a visit request has come.”

While praying with the saintess, a Celtic bass sound penetrated my ears.

Celtic’s voice was trembling. It seemed that he was suppressing uncontrollable anger.

… anger? why?

Even when Lilith, the Duke of the Dark World, came, she was a Celt who showed only slight resentment. How can he show his emotions so openly?

Apparently, this visitor is not an ordinary bet.

“Please come in.”

“… Come in.”

With the saintess’s permission, Celt looked through the barbed wire and said. It was only one word, but the Celt’s voice clearly expressed that he harbored many ferocious emotions.

“yes.”

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A girl’s figure slowly fell over Tartarus.

“Hey, Maria? Is that Maria?”

The girl and the visitor spoke in a cautious tone.

As always, the saintess, who had been out in front of the cage this time, trembled at the sound of the voice she heard.

The appearance of the girl who begins to come into the eyes little by little in the dark… what?

why is he coming here? with what face? with what shame?

“You… .”

The saintess’ voice trembled slightly. The emotions of sadness, pity, bitterness, and longing come out drippingly.

I knew why.

“Hero?”

“Long time no see, Maria.”

“Yes, it’s been a while.”

“how have you been?”

At the same time as she spoke, the girl glanced at the saintess and lowered her voice gloomily when she saw the maroon bandages covering the saintess’ eyes.

“Looking at it, it doesn’t seem like that… .”

“… It’s not something the hero would be sorry for.”

“Ah, in the end, it’s all because of me… .”

“it’s okay.”

The saintess’ voice quickly calmed down. However, there was a strange feeling hidden in it.

“It is all in the past.”

I thought I knew what that strange feeling was.

resentment.

No matter how nice the saintess is, even if she feels many sad and pitiful feelings for the hero.

The betrayal of the most trusted colleague is not something to be easily forgotten. It’s on a different level than Lilith’s ability to lead.

“Um… that… Maria. I mean, I’m here today… .”

The warrior’s vocal chords vibrate like sobs. With great difficulty, the hero brings out the words he had prepared.

“Sorry… . I really wanted to say this… .”

“Is that so?”

“Gu, I saw hope even when I defeated the corps commander! but… you saw it too! Demon King!”

“Demon King, do you mean?”

“The overwhelming majesty of the red horns soaring high as if to pierce the clouds, and the mist spewing out of black pupils covering the sky! You saw it too!”

“I saw it.”

“Ugh… ! Mi, I’m sorry! I didn’t come here to say this… I keep making excuses… .”

Frey de Siegfried.

The eldest daughter of the Empire’s founding family, Duke Siegfried, and a genius who graduated second in class from the Empire’s top academy, ‘Eden Academy’.

Raised as a warrior since childhood, a monster born from the combination of high-level talents, excellent teachers, and the best education.

… But in the end, it’s just a loser.

Frey de Siegfried, the ‘indomitable warrior’ who defeated all kinds of adversity by leading the ‘hero party’ including the saintess.

In the last war, he was so frightened by the demon king that he bowed his head to the ground and succumbed to becoming a ‘subservient warrior’.

The Continental Alliance, which lost its pivot, disintegrated, and was conquered by the Demon King’s army one by one.

Seonguk resisted strongly until the last moment, but even that was in vain when the Holy Emperor Julius cut off his arm and surrendered.

Saint Maria, driven to the edge of a cliff, struggles alone for twenty days against the Demon King’s army, and is finally captured by the Duke of Makai.

And, like me, he became a death row inmate.

In the interlocking of these bleak circumstances.

A saintess who did not abandon the continent until she lost all power, and a hero who dropped her tail as soon as she faced the demon king.

How can we have a good reunion?

“Sorry… I’m really sorry… .”

“Hero.”

Of course, if you look at the causal relationship one by one, I am the main enemy here. Because I was the one who bothered them the most.

In fact, it was me who split the Continental Allied Forces with a riotous maneuver. Continental guys know that it was the work of a plotter named ‘Beerus’.

That ‘Beerus’ is also one of the many masks I wear.

But what… No one knows I’m the Joker anyway, so what does it matter? It’s enough if the results are good.

“Everyone makes mistakes.”

“Uh, huh?”

“The really important thing is to look back and be sorry for your mistakes.”

“But I… Too many people have died because of my poor choices!”

“With the feeling of apologizing to them, fix everything right now. That is the best atonement a warrior can do.”

Wow, that b*tch is showing mercy even to the brave.

what? make everything right? It’s an absurd sound.

It’s already late. The demon king occupied the continent, and the party of warriors all died, or even if they survived, they were crippled like saints. What do you mean by coming now?

Perhaps aware of that fact, the hero answered with a weeping voice.

“Ha, but… Maria… .”

However, its content.

“me… you are so scary… ?”

It was quite different from what the saintess had earnestly asked for.

“The Demon King is strong… Neither the Master of the Magic Tower nor Master was a match. What can I do alone… ?”

“Warrior. If you give in to your fears, you won’t be able to do anything.”

“Maria lost too! at last!”

“… .”

“That, even that strong Maria lost… Maria, who uses the power of the sun god, became like this… What can I, a weak warrior, do… .”

The saintess’ eyebrows narrowed. The hero’s voice was stained with despair and defeat.

“What can I, the likes of me, do!!”

Suddenly, the hero shouted. A loud cry filled Tartarus, as if the eardrums had fallen off.

Perhaps because he shouted coolly once, the warrior opens his mouth as if he suddenly came to his senses.

“ah… ! Mi, I’m sorry! Ma, Maria was blocking it alone until the end… ! I know you don’t deserve to talk to me like this… ! Still, still, I keep hating myself… !”

Like a child who has lost his place to go, the warrior’s voice is scattered over Jung-gu heating. It was a voice that seemed lost.

The hero’s voice was mixed with many complex emotions.

“My, I shouldn’t be like this… ! Sorry! I’m really sorry! I will apologize!”

The hero bangs his head on the floor in front of the iron window where the saintess is standing. Even though she is a blind saint, she seemed to have noticed the situation sufficiently by the voice she heard and the vibration she felt through the floor.

“Hero.”

“Maria… I’m sorry… .”

The warrior’s voice sobbed desperately.

“The Lord has given you too severe an ordeal.”

“Ugh… Maria… .”

“No matter how much the world praises you as a hero… You are still a child with a tender heart.”

The warrior’s voice trembled. It’s like you’re pretending to be pitiful.

To such a hero, the saintess holds out her invisible hand. It’s like stroking it.

“Maria… Sorry… .”

“Don’t worry. I will bless you… .”

“f*ck.”

“… ?”

“Majok?”

“Right now, stop doing that nonsense.”

“What, what?”

“Majok? What do you mean by that?”

“You have to do it in moderation, in moderation.”

I was shaken, I was depressed, I made excuses.

I cried, I despaired, I trembled, I sobbed.

All those emotions, the hero creates ‘only with his voice’.

With the curved corners of my mouth hanging over my ears, with my trademark clown smile, a mean smile.

Gives a lot of sh*t

Expressing emotions with only ‘voice’.

Instead of apologizing, he acted like a brave hero.

Her gaze stared at the saintess who sincerely wished for a blessing for the hero with her eyes as if looking at a worm.

“You say you’re sorry, but why do you keep splitting the thread?”

I don’t like it. very, very uncomfortable

The warrior’s hypocrisy?

“You have an inferiority complex to the saintess, don’t you? Does the fact that you graduated second place at Eden Academy after being pushed by the saintess still remain as a remnant? Is that why?”

no.

The fact that the saintess was being made fun of.

The fact that the saintess was despised.

The f*cking fact that the saintess is being played with by someone!

It’s a little, a lot, a lot, a lot annoying.

“Yes, who are you! What qualifications do you have to say such nonsense… !”

“me?”

Why am I interfering for the saintess?

Why do I hate to see her being made fun of?

“Keep those f*cking eyes wide open, who I am.”

Why did I come forward when it was obvious that the saintess would reveal my true identity?

I’m not even close to the saintess.

… between the stars?

right between the stars The saintess and I are ‘comrades in prison’. Even a comrade of Tartarus. It’s a relationship like no other in the world.

“You don’t have something like facial recognition disorder, do you? Are you a bit disappointed then?”

Yes, the saintess and I have a special relationship. It is very natural for me to stand up for her. Because we are very, very special and close.

“Who are you… you, you!!”

For the first time since entering Tartarus, the hero shows sincere emotions.

A deep astonishment appeared on the warrior’s face.

yeah that’s real From the root, the hero’s true heart is revealed on the face of the hero, unlike the saintess who used the fact that she was blind and sobbed and smiled meanly.

“joker!! Why is the Grand Duke of Northern Pandemonium in Tartarus!!”