NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 147
The disaster of death has revived, and the end of the world has been postponed.
If the disaster of death, awakened from eternal rest, is sealed again, the end of the world will threaten the present.
I must save Beatrice.
However, to do that, I first need to liberate the disaster of death that is gnawing at the saintess’s noble soul.
How can I extract the disaster?
I already knew the answer.
“Are you okay? You look unwell…”
“I’m fine.”
I happened to run into Ludmilla, who had just returned from the Imperial City.
Edanant, encountering the second princess with her luscious golden hair, displayed his confusion.
“……”
Where should I start?
I don’t know.
To liberate Beatrice from the disaster’s grasp, Elizaveta must become the vessel for the divine that accepts the disaster of death.
Knowing that Ludmilla truly cares for her younger sister, it wasn’t easy to bring it up. So Edanant hesitated, staring at Ludmilla for a while.
“Ahem! Why are you staring at me like that? You see me every morning…”
“It’s not that. I just lost my mind for a moment.”
“So I’m so beautiful that I made you lose your mind? I fully understand your feelings.”
“……”
Isn’t that an excessive self-awareness?
Edanant responded to Ludmilla’s joke with a faint smile.
“Do you still worry about my participation?”
“…Yes, that too.”
“Worried husbands are truly something! It means you love me dearly. But don’t worry too much. With my husband and I working together, nothing is impossible!”
“I guess so.”
Did she catch the anxiety shaking within me?
The beautiful princess replied with a firm voice, just as she always did.
Noble courage.
High honor and pride.
Gazing at Ludmilla, who sparkled like an unchanging jewel, I gained confidence. As I embraced her slender waist and drew closer, Ludmilla blushed and stepped forward.
“And… I want to make a request regarding Princess Elizaveta.”
“Liza, you mean?”
The disaster of death, possessing Beatrice, was able to capture Elizaveta because of the disaster of war that pulled her in.
The disaster of death began to keep its eye on Elizaveta.
A chilling abyss.
The pinnacle of evil that engulfed the world.
A disaster that tried to usurp the Creator Deity’s throne with the help of the Demon King’s Army and cultists.
Death is the enemy of all living beings on the continent. If Elizaveta were to accept the disaster of death, her life as a princess would be completely altered.
It’s my fault.
The responsibility for not stopping the disaster of war is heavy.
Thus, Edanant spoke with a voice full of guilt.
“It’s not a silly request to have a joint wedding with Liza next spring?!”
“Pardon?”
“Oh no! I can’t allow that…! It’s a once-in-a-lifetime wedding! So the bride next spring has to be only me! This is an absolute condition! Even if Liza begs me, I can’t give it up!”
“……”
What kind of misunderstanding is this?
A joint wedding?
I can’t understand it at all.
A cold sweat dripped down my back.
It took quite some time for me to understand the desperate meaning behind Ludmilla’s words.
“I’m being serious.”
“I’m serious too! There’s nothing more serious for a woman than marriage!”
How can you say that when you’re still single at twenty-seven? That insult bubbled up, but I suppressed it with superhuman patience.
Where should I start explaining?
I gently patted the stiff shoulders of Ludmilla to calm her down.
The disaster of death.
And Elizaveta.
I began to explain the ominous culprit that had flown into the Hohenberc Family.
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I left some words of request for Ludmilla.
And decided to inform the party involved, Elizaveta, about the truth.
What kind of reaction would she have?
Even the most composed villainous princess would be unable to conceal her shock.
She might even let out a sharp scream while denying reality. She’d pour out her grievances about suddenly being targeted by such a monster.
Despite swearing to protect her until the end, I finally put her in danger.
I was prepared to face her hatred and lamentation and told Elizaveta the truth. When she arrived at the garden after receiving my message, she showed a significant reaction.
“Is that the ominous guy who keeps showing up in my nightmares?”
A hell filled with blood and skeletons.
That terrifying place where I confronted an alien being.
The disaster of death.
Elizaveta finally understood the identity of the monster that had invited her into her nightmare.
It would take much time to explain the disaster of innocence, which exists at the pinnacle of all disaster gods. The horrible divine beings born from disasters have been interfering with human history for over a thousand years.
The explanation began to stretch out.
I needed to clearly imprint the infamy and danger that the disaster of innocence possessed.
Elizaveta silently listened to Edanant’s explanation, maintaining her silence.
“So… you want to use me as a vessel because Beatrice isn’t enough for you? Quite the discerning disaster god, aren’t you?”
“……”
How can you interpret it that way?
I explained it clearly, and she took it the wrong way.
Stunned by Elizaveta’s lofty attitude, Edanant lost his words.
I was prepared to hear her resentment.
But the villainous princess showed no sign of distress, shattering my worries.
I gazed at Elizaveta’s usually arrogant confidence. Just like the always noble and daring Ludmilla, Elizaveta also displayed a bold character.
“So, you and Edanant are also vessels possessed by the disaster of innocence, huh? The first saintess is too.”
“Did you know?”
“There have been plenty of things happening lately. No way I could be blind to it! I was just waiting for you and Edanant to reveal the truth to me.”
“Phew… I can’t stand it.”
A woman’s intuition is scary.
Especially if that intuition belongs to the villainous princess opposing the protagonist.
I realized the fear of intuition through Elizaveta’s nearly supernatural perception. Surely, no lie would work on her, the master of the Luinongs.
“Didn’t I see the black flame pouring out and countless firearms shimmering out of thin air? How many times have I seen you and Edanant rampaging?”
“My apologies.”
Edanant replied, displaying unease.
At that, Elizaveta let out a snort.
“The disaster of innocence is a malevolent being that should never be dealt with. We must never be seduced by it.”
“But you and Edanant are vessels containing the disaster of innocence, right?”
“Ludmilla and I are not just ordinary people. If we carelessly accept the disaster of innocence, we’ll completely lose control of our bodies.”
“I’m not ordinary either. I easily accepted the silly goddess of the Luinongs…”
The silly goddess.
She must be talking about Broyan.
But the disaster of death was an existence that the creator goddess of the Luinongs couldn’t even touch. It is a monster that competes for the highest rank among the disasters of innocence, referred to as the pinnacle of evil.
I couldn’t afford to be optimistic.
Even with Elizaveta’s near-perfect affinity, there was a high risk of losing control of her body to the disaster of death, no matter how limitless her talents as a vessel may be. So I couldn’t help but express my concerns about the confident Elizaveta.
“You need me to save Beatrice, right? You need me to resolve this end of the world thing….”
“It’s too dangerous. I can’t put Elizaveta at risk to save Beatrice.”
“You’ve always just protected me. I want to help you and Edanant too.”
“It’s a completely different situation than when you accepted the silly goddess. Please reconsider.”
I wanted to respect Liza’s decision.
Having learned the truth, Ludmilla said that.
Her life might be at stake.
Why didn’t Ludmilla desperately oppose it? I thought of how surprisingly calm she seemed and gazed at Elizaveta.
“The moment to repay you has finally come. I’ve become someone Edanant needs.”
“It’s unreasonable. And extremely dangerous.”
“You were worried about me before. What I want to hear from you is not concern. Not a long-winded apology.”
“But….”
Elizaveta’s voice became sharper as Edanant continued to express his concerns.
The feeling of anger wasn’t that of hatred or contempt.
It was a desperate longing for someone to need her.
It was a heartfelt plea to keep her by my side until the end.
“Tell me, Edanant.”
“……”
“Say you need me. Just saying you need me is enough. So… just tell me, Elizaveta, that you need my help.”
“I….”
Can I say it?
Is it okay to make such a selfish request?
Looking at Elizaveta, whose tears were streaming down, I was thrown into confusion.
I fully know.
To save Beatrice and stop the world’s end, Elizaveta’s existence was absolutely necessary.
Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
The conflicting thoughts towards Elizaveta clashed, resulting in this silence.