At the Castle. Still before the death of Eirwen Night
There weren't any lessons for today. Angela Evans plans to visit the library and read some books to pass time. She isn't so smart as a genius but she has the patience to learn and works hard for it. When she learns that most knowledge of this world was gathered at the royal library, she decided to read more books.
Her servants and knights were intending to follow her but before they could come with her, they were all suddenly summoned by someone. Lady Evans had no choice but to go to the library alone because of that.
On her way, she asked a servant to point the way towards the royal library. Although she had gone then for classes before, someone was with her escorting her all the way. She had been surrounded by servants and knights all along the way and didn't even have the opportunity to remember the way there.
But for some reason, the direction that the servant had pointed is totally wrong. She is now walking outside and could even see a garden of tulips. The scenery in this garden is quite nice. Lady Evans as a girl likes flowers like any other female.
Her eyes were joyous when she saw such a huge flower garden. She ran in that direction to enter the garden and didn't notice that a few men in ragged clothes were following her closely. Lady Evans enjoys looking at the flower and didn't notice the small group of men approaching her from behind.
Before she could even react, someone grabbed both of her hands, preventing her escape.
Lady Evans, "W-Who are you?! Let go of me!!!" She tries to struggle but is powerless against this man.
"Are you Lady Evans? Either way, even you are not we are here to enjoy ourselves~"
"Brother, what are we still waiting for ~"
"I can't hold back anymore!"
"Just tear her clothes. No one will be here anyway~"
Hearing the words these men had exchanged Angela realized what they were planning to do. Her face pales in immense fear. Her struggles strengthened but she couldn't escape no matter what. The lascivious expression on this man scared her to death and tears started to stroll down her face.
"Oh~ she started crying..."
"Hehe~ she would be crying the whole time anyway..."
The disgusting words linger in her ears, just when Angela gives up living about to bit her tongue and suicide, a familiar cold voice was heard in her head.
{Calm down and slowly gather the energy inside your body. Circulate and spread it evenly. Think of water forming in thin air. You are a modern person, you should at least know the existence of water vapor. Control your mana and drown your enemies!}
The cold voice instructed her on the way to control her mana. Ever since the Archmage had been teaching them magic, he had also taught them how to control the mana inside their bodies. Among the three Eirwen had the greatest control but chose to sleep all the time. After him, Angela's talents with magic are above Bela who is only average at most.
It was because of this that Bela Laurel is so jealous of her. During the lessons her glasses were so scary that Angela chose to avoid her. What Angela didn't know is that her current bad situation at this moment is because of that old hag's jealousy towards her talent.
Angela followed the instructions in her head and gathered enough mana to create water balls. She imagines those water balls covering all the men's heads. The moment that spell is cast the men try to escape in fear. They were just ordinary people. Who would expect that the target their client had chosen happens to be a mage?
'Ah!! She's a mage!!'
'The client did say that the target is a mage!?'
'P-Please... Spare... ah~'
The young lady didn't give time to beg for their lives. But the following sentences were could be read on their pained faces. She watches them coldly as they panic when they can't breathe within the water ball that covers their head. They started flailing and started grabbing the water on their head but failed to free themselves from it. When the oxygen in their body was used up, these men fell on the ground one by one, lifeless on the cold ground.
This was the first time Angela had killed someone. Her stomach churned at such a scene. She could puke everything inside her stomach before finally calming down.
It was after calming down that she noticed someone was watching her. There's a pair of human eyes and countless pairs of small eyes all on her. When she looked who it was she saw Eirwen Night and the ice pixies staring at her.
"You are really talented with magic plus you can clearly see the figure of the spirit race. You are really not bad," says Eirwen.
Angela spoke, "Jiejie? Did you save... me?"
"Little girl don't go senile while young. You are the one who killed them. Get used to it! Accept the fact that we are no longer in our original world. This isn't the modern world where laws can protect you. In this place only the strongest had the right to live." said Eirwen without even mincing his words for the young girl to understand.
WUAAAAHHH~
But for some reason, the young lady started bawling and Eirwen was so annoyed he wanted to hit her.
[Host calms down. You can't hit a little girl. Just because she's noisy!]
This was Eirwen and Angela's latest conversation after they were summoned into this world. Ever since that day, Angela has followed Eirwen wherever he went. Whether it was in town playing with children or having a food trip. Even accompanying him in the Spirit Forest to play with spirits. They've enjoyed the time they've spent together. Like siblings who share everything whether it was happiness or sadness.
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Still at Divine Realm.
The twin gods' origin is unknown and no one knew the secret of them being a single being before ascension. The reason for their splitting was also left unanswered.
Adrienne spoke, "Enough talking of our origin. I want to know what to do with this irregularity?"
Since he couldn't decide what to do with Eirwen Night, he could only ask his younger twin brother's opinion on this case.
Asked by his elder twin brother what they should do about this human named Eirwen Night, he had no hesitation like Adrienne. Unlike his elder brother, he had never met the mortal before.
"If Addie is so worried about this mortal can't we just have him killed so you won't have to feel confused anymore? Once he is gone the turmoil in your heart should fade as well," said Lucien. His words had no hint of affection towards the other and treated Eirwen like the rest. What he didn't know was that these words of his would be the cause of his nightmares for a few years even after they met each other.
Adrienne felt that the confusion in his thoughts calmed down once he heard his twin's opinion. In the first place, the moment they first see Eirwen Night when he was first summoned in this world, within their mind something is telling them to kill the human. The emotions coming from that voice are full of hatred which they couldn't understand.
"Lou, do you sometimes hear something in your head telling you to do something? Especially when that mortal got summoned in this world without our permission," asked Adrienne.
Lucien knew what his brother was talking about.
"If you are talking about an annoying middle-aged old man ordering me in my head to kill a mortal named Eirwen Night then... Yes. Who do you think it was? I couldn't even find the source of that voice itself..."
It was Adrienne who completed his younger brother's sentence.
"As if the voice is coming from our soul itself. Saying kill him. Kill him. After you kill him you would be free." murmured Adrienne.
Lucien's playful appearance suddenly fades and reveals a pissed-off expression. A totally different emotion from his usual gentleness or roguishness. It was irritating.
"Yes! It was so annoying that I wanted to dig something unknown within me knowing such a voice coming directly from my soul. Commanding me against my will. It feels really disgusting!" said Lucien while showing an agitated expression on his face.
Adrienne frowned after learning about his twin brother's experience which is completely the same as his. Like his younger brother says. It was disgusting hearing someone from an unknown origin ordering him around. It makes him want to go crazy.
This is the real reason why they decided to eliminate Eirwen Night. They wanted to know whether the voice would fade once that human died.
They choose to end Eirwen Night for this reason. Something they would regret for all eternity.
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After the death of Eirwen Night. Before the death of Duke Damian Adrienne and Pope Damian Lucien.
After the dead body of Eirwen Night had been taken possession of by the Ice Spirit King, Neige. The Duke and the Pope could only watch that man figure take their beloved's body. Resurrection isn't useful. His life and death were outside their control.
Before when they've decided on this kind of ending, these twin gods would never think it would be even worse to not see Eirwen Night than feeling uncomfortable when seeing him.
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One evening a few days after Eirwen Nights' death.
At the castle, Bela Laurel was celebrating in her chambers after Eirwen Night's death. She is a lot happier now that her rival is gone. Wearing her most beautiful red dress, Lady Laurel dances within her own living room.
"La~ Lala~ La~ hahaha~ who would think he would die suddenly!? Hm~ his death is still sealed regardless he is reborn like me~
This is the first time ever since I've been summoned in this world that I've felt happiness. Hahaha~ Serves him right! Stealing everything that is supposed to mine. The only remaining annoyance is that little girl. How should I remove her? ~ I need to think of a way~ humhum~" says Bela as her face is full of joy.
The servants had prepared everything she wanted and asked for. A small feast was prepared on the table within the room. The scent of wine and liquor lingers in the room. The laughter of Bela Laurels echoes within her chambers.
On the other hand at Angela Evans's chamber. She had sent almost everyone in her chambers out as she wanted some time alone. Nothing is more painful than knowing that she lost the only person she treated like family in this unknown world.
Lady Evans locked herself in her own chambers. She stayed in her bedroom crying.
"Why? Why did Jiejie have to die when he is the strongest among the three of us? Why didn't the duke protect him properly? I couldn't understand at all! Wuwuwu~ why do I have to be alone again? Just when I finally have someone... Who treats me... kindly... He is gone before I..."
The stress was too much to put up for her young body to endure. In the end, she ended up falling asleep. What she didn't know is that something was watching all this time. Only when she fell asleep that this being had shown itself.
Coming out from the thin air itself, followed by a swirl of snowflakes. The temperature in the room slightly drops. A huge white wolf suddenly appeared inside the room. His nails and a scarf made of ice can be found on him. His size is larger than an ordinary wolf.
As soon as it appears it approaches the sleeping young girl and licks her tears.
{Crying even in your sleep. Girls even when young are really made of water. I do not understand why the king and the lord had ordered your protection but... Seeing that you have a kind soul, I will reluctantly accept you. My master... My princess...}
This was the first meeting of Angela and her spirit contracted being whom she named Snowball.
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Ever since the death of Lady Night, the atmosphere within the Kingdom Hart had become dull. The children who used to play around in the plaza had stopped coming over. They would either hide in the back alley or learn things to become adults.
The cafes and restaurants which used to be full of customers were now declining clients as the workers and even the chefs themselves had lost the drive to continue cooking.
When the children were asked why they've stopped staying at the plaza they've only answered.
"The one they've been waiting for will no longer come. He who is the most mischievous than us is already gone. Why should we still play when everything has returned to being boring?"
They say with expressions of wanting to cry at the same time showing expressions of lifelessness within their gazes.
Then when those workers from the usual place Eirwen Night spend most of their time eating, they ask for declining customers. All they've answered is...
"Why should we feed people who don't enjoy eating? All they do is feed themselves full even wasting our hard work just because of a gold coin they've spent.
That person spends his money the most and enjoys our food the most. But he never once wasted food and still has the kindness to share whatever he has. The children's smile around him is so bright yet so beautiful.
Now we can no longer see her angelic smile nor hear those children's waves of laughter. Everything becomes dull."
Then they started ignoring them as if they were just ordinary customers.
It wasn't only them, even the joyous encounters within the castle caused by Eirwen Night escaping the royal territories had disappeared. Everything had become lifeless the moment Eirwen Night died.
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This dull life continues until Eirwen Night's death has finally dug into the minds of everyone with whom he is acquainted. Everyone didn't even notice that a whole year had already passed since the death of Eirwen Night.
Meanwhile at the territory under the Damian duchy.
In the middle of the night, the puppet vessel of Adrienne had once again suffered nightmares which almost made him go crazy.
Within his dreams are various playful and beautiful expressions of Eirwen Night. The other's eyebrows raised, those phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed in delight as mischief gleams within his golden irises and those sultry thin lips hooked up with a smile. Teasing his heart, making it flutter in excitement and joy.
Both his long silver hair and the white dress flowed with the breezy wind, the sunlight made his white jade-like skin glow under the light. The softness and warmth when he had carried him within his arms. His mellow voice yet cold tone, it lingers near his ears. His peals of laughter which made him shiver in the thrill and that endless pain when he saw him take his last breath within his embrace.
'Rienne~ I'm a bit sleepy~' these words echo in his ears as if the other person was just about to fall asleep beside him.
But when he opened his eyes in reality, Duke Damian only saw an empty and cold space beside him. Tears feel uncomfortably from his eyes. The black bags under his eyes were proof of his depression and lack of sleep. His face remained expressionless as always, only his dull eyes streamed tears like a waterfall.
Adrienne whispered, "This is too much even for me. Whether I'm in this puppet or in my real body, the tears don't stop falling. Where are you, my cold yet mischievous snow?"
Tears continue to stroll down on his face but there is nothing he could do. The feeling of missing someone is unbearable yet there is nothing that could be done. This is the result of the decision he had made.
The youngest duke had sleepless nights ever since the death of Eirwen Night. Despite his suffering, he must continue living as always. Waiting for someone to return.
The same thing happens within the cathedral in Agios. This ageless man stood in front of his own altar looking at the figures which show his real appearance. He looks at himself smiling gently giving his believers hope.
A sarcastic smile ascended from the corner of his lips, as a pope, the expression he wears is crazier than those lunatics from the demonic race. Anyone who would see him at this moment would think he is possessed as he was smiling at the same time crying as he laughs at his own weakness.
"I couldn't revive him and have to meet him for the first time as a corpse." murmured the pope.
It made him envious of his brother. He should have met him when he was still alive. Now he didn't even have memories to wallow except for that scene of him sleeping for eternity.
Damian Lucien spoke, "I'm going crazy with waiting! Honey, where are you right now?"
The thoughts of the twin gods become one.
"To find you we are willing to descend as mortals once again."