Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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[Cursed. Where am I? Why did this happen again?]

Certainly, it didn't come out of my mouth, but my thoughts resonated through space.

[Is this the world of the unconscious?]

Like setting the echo in a karaoke room, my thoughts echo back in the air.

[Rosary, weren't you on my side? There's a lot of power from my past life there!]

Feeling absurd, Lock Visconti appeared, so I closed my mouth and held my breath. Seeing him in a dream and vividly seeing him like a 4D screen feels different.

[... He looks like the real Isidor.]

Although the character there seems a bit more finicky.

I felt like I was seeing Isidor in his 30s.

[Isn't this a level where you have to pay for it?]

I followed him walking down the hallway as if I were possessed. Lock Visconti, who stopped walking and gripped the door handle, closed his eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

He clenched his teeth, making his jaw protrude. It was as if he were holding back tears. In the room was Nayla, who was dying.

On the decisive battle day when the red moon appeared, the Grand Demon led the army and descended to the ground, killing and injuring countless people. Nayla managed to defeat the demon amid the chaos, but it wasn't a true victory. She used her body, filled with strong divine power, as a vessel to absorb and neutralize the demonic power.

And as a result of the aftermath, Nayla lived a life with limited time.

Because the demonic energy that entered her body also began to contaminate her organs.

"Here."

Nayla smiled at the pale-faced man. If she had tears in her heart, she would have cried unknowingly.

"Today it snowed. It's cold, disgustingly cold."

Lock Visconti said calmly, shaking the snow off his shoulder.

"Even so, it bloomed."

He held a fragile light violet flower in his hand, as if to preserve it.

"It's your favorite lavender."

"Thank you."

The tips of her blackened fingers trembled slightly.

"Don't say that like a habit. Please tell me something that starts with 'A.' It was the best thing you ever told me. Honestly, I can't hear other words because I feel frustrated."

"You know."

"Hmm, yes."

"... Do you remember?"

"What thing?"

"The story of the next life."

Nayla firmly believed that there would be a next life. It was also a kind of premonition of a saint who was more closely connected with God.

"I remember. Did you say you would live as a naughty girl next time? Good luck. I'll stay by your side and cheer you on. It would be nice if there were no flying bugs."

"... Haha."

"Even if you smile like an idiot, it's annoying because you're cute."

"... I love you."

"Me too."

Lock Visconti's voice was low. The two maintained each other's presence and shared their breath slowly.