Chapter 91 – Violet’s Unconsciousness #02
Silence came suddenly.
Violet, who had covered her ears while crying, questioned the silence and opened her eyes to look ahead. Is the nightmare finally over?
“Still, you just run away. Purple Crow.”
The landscape of the academy’s outdoor terrace disappeared before I knew it. Standing on the hill where everything was destroyed and stained with her blood, Violet looked at the woman who sneered at herself.
“..Virtus, why are you?”
Violet gets along easily with anyone and has a kind personality, but there were people who didn’t like such a Violet. A person who calculates the good intentions of people by calculation, is good at politics, and does not mind dirty tricks if necessary.
The current saint of the Northern Church, Olga Virtus. She always didn’t like Violet.
She always wears a saint’s uniform as if to show off that she is a saint of the church, and silky black hair that is shiny because the nuns of the church always take special care of it. Her appearance her, which always distracted Artin with her physical attacks her, and even her curved eyes her, probably because she wore too many eye smiles.
She is loved by everyone and should be given her love to everyone. On the subject of that, she always acts like a fox by Artin’s side of her, and sometimes even joins forces with Cayenne to keep herself in check. Made the violet feel uncomfortable.
“I always hated you too, Violet. Because you were only a hindrance to Artin.”
To be in the way, to be in the way! I can’t say anything if someone else says it, but I don’t want to hear that from you!
“Oh, what are you saying, unlike you, I did my best to protect Artin.”
“…What?”
“It was I, not you, who cared for the injured Artin, gave him blessings, and protected him from political attacks.”
“That’s because you persuaded Artin that your miracle would be more effective than the potion I made…!”
“What did you do, Purple Crow? Even the proud Lord of Hell couldn’t save Artin, right?”
Farr, Violet’s clenched fists trembled, but even with that appearance, Olga Virtus was looking at Violet with a pitiful look. Those eyes, those fox-like eyes that always smile kindly, but never hide it from oneself.
“So admit it, you are not the right woman for Artyn.”
Saying that, Olga crossed her arms at Artin, who was standing next to her, and smiled as if to show off her victory. Seeing that, Violet began to be consumed by the dark and negative emotions rising from within herself.
“But… But because of you, Artin was taken to the church and died!!!”
She closed her eyes and cried out. Then, realizing what he was saying, Violet covered her mouth with a surprised look. ‘What the hell am I talking about?’
And at that, Olga stopped laughing. Violet took out his words her and tried to apologize, but no words came out.
*
Artin was accused by the inquisitors. The charges were varied. Devil worship, illegal experiments in necromancy, contracts with demons even though they are not witches, blasphemy and attempts to corrupt saints, sins that cause chaos in empires and kingdoms.
After Richard’s death, Crown Princess Agnes, who became the heir to the empire, and King Marianne, who succeeded the deceased king, denounced the Inquisition for accusing Artine, who subdued the rebels and traitors of the empire and kingdom and brought order.
In addition, Cayenne, a warrior chosen by God, Zorba, a tycoon of the Republic, and many people came to protect Artin, and the fanatics who took control of the Inquisition presented the most powerful evidence they accused Artin.
The proof was the love letter that Olga Virtus, the ‘saint’, wrote for Artin. It was proof that the symbol of the Northern Church, which should have been the purest and noblest, was stained with lust and impulse by Artin Ludwig.
As long as the evidence came out, they couldn’t be stopped. Their right to investigation and interrogation had to be respected by the laws of the empire founded by the emperor, which even the emperor could not touch.
“Don’t worry too much, what can I do with just one love letter? Have you overcome anything worse? Believe me.”
As Artin left himself and the Empire and Kingdom were about to be divided again, he voluntarily appeared before the Inquisition. Many people, including Violet and Olga, tried to dissuade him, but Artin, who did not want humanity to be divided again before the showdown with the demon king, dared to do so.
And exactly on the 27th day, Artin was sentenced to his crime in just 3 minutes in a trial that started 2 hours earlier than the scheduled time, under the name of an undeniably corrupt and corrupt demon and the ganja of the demon king, and was burned at the stake immediately thereafter. Been punished
It was already too late when Artin’s acquaintances, who heard the news that the trial had been moved, hurriedly arrived at the courthouse. His body his, disfigured by torture, was already burning in flames.
At the last moment, Artin could n’t even see those who ran to save him because of his blind eyes. Along with the resentment of his colleagues who just wanted their voices to be heard, it quickly burned up with holy oil and turned to ashes.
And after that, mankind perished. The Demon King’s army did not move. It was brought to an end only by human greed and madness. That was the end of episode 3.
*
Violet knew. From the day Artine voluntarily appeared, the saintess prayed to God and cried for three days and nights.
With one mind to save Artine, she had a private meeting with the Pope, received angelic foreknowledge, and set out to accuse the inquisitors of their defiled innocence, and that she had moved with the determination to destroy the entire Northern Church.
The moment Artine burned to death, she was horrified at the fact that she, standing next to herself, could not overcome her shock and passed out. Even if she hated her sincerely, she knew that she did everything she could for her Artin her.
That’s why, no matter how much it was a dream, I shouldn’t have said this. She still hated Olga for causing Artyn to die, but even so, if she thought of her sincerity of her, she herself should n’t have said that.
“Mi-I’m sorry… Virtus, I shouldn’t have said that… “
Violet, forgetting that this was a dream, apologized to Olga, who looked at her with her cold expression.
But Olga did not accept the apology and turned her body her away. She then walked out of her seat with Artin crossing her arms over her. It is natural. Because that wasn’t the real Olga, it was an unconscious nightmare created by the power of the dreamer.
However, Violet’s heart her ached even more as if it were being hacked to pieces. The fact that she was such a nasty woman, her sweet her Violet, was something she had a hard time accepting herself.
“… Sorry, everyone, I couldn’t come out. Because I’m bad… I keep hurting you…”
The nightmare was clearly eating away at Violet. She might have been able to withstand other women with strong mental powers, but it was a harsh story for Violet now.
**
I opened my eyes as if waking from a dream. And right after that, I was able to realize that this place was a dream. Because I suffered from nightmares so much, I always learned about RC (reality check).
The RC I used was to stop the heart on its own, a method I learned after dozens of struggles to see if it was a dream or not without being caught by dreamers. That would be used like this
“Are you awake Artin?”
Al’Miraj, seeing what I was up to, sprinted to my side. It was quite nice to see her breasts fluctuate because she was wearing a very revealing sultanate dance costume.
“I was waiting for you to wake up! I need to go into the depths of my subconscious now, but I can’t access it because there’s a pink mist obscuring it in front of me.”
Looking in the direction Al’Miraj pointed, I saw a path to my unconscious that was blocked by a pink mist, perhaps to block outside intervention. Is it really the power of the dream demon?
“… Can’t you just break through with your magical power? You say you’re of genie’s lineage, but you’re not even that good?”
“It’s not that I can’t, it’s that I won’t! What would you do if you approached me hastily and then broke up with Artin-nim!”
The excuse is that you can’t shoot a single magic arrow with that much magic.
“What, what are those eyes! Are you suspicious of me?”
“No, it’s just because I think you’re so trustworthy.”
Perhaps the only thing Al’Miraz can do for her role as a familiar is to deal with sex. With so much magical power that it’s hard to handle except for the copper-colored skin and well-proportioned body, it seems to be less useful than an imp.
‘Well, let’s open the road first.’
The world of dreams is different from the time outside. Of course, the world of dreams is unconditionally slow, but you can’t waste time. Thinking of the pain Violet was going through, I approached the dream magic fog.
Pajijik!!
As I approached, demonic energy erupted from the mist, ready to burn my entire consciousness. Certainly, at this level, even the country seems to be in trouble…
“I think Lilith prepared very well. She must have been very upset about losing Sirka.”
“Sirka? Who is it? Do you think you could become a subordinate of the dream demon?”
“Um, that’s right. It’s a high-level demon that I missed while trying to catch it. If I had caught it, I would have tamed it.”
“..Sah, you mean taming high-level demons?”
When I clicked my tongue in regret, Al’Miraz began to look at me with burdensome eyes as I spoke to a high-ranking demon as if it were a hunting dog. This kind of reaction is burdensome.
Rather than that, how should I pierce this fog? It could be possible to use this guy’s overflowing mana to pierce it with a straight attack method, but it can take quite a bit of time, so it’s a cumbersome method…
“What would you like to do? Shall we open the way with magic?”
“No..Wait a minute..I think I might come up with a trick…”
Oh, come to think of it, if this works, I think I can easily penetrate it?
Just in case, I placed my hand in the air and recalled the inventory. Then, the inventory floated in the air. Does this work?
‘System dog Hyeja, the inventory turns on even in the unconscious space?’
Actually, the status window was useless, so I had never turned it on, but I admired it inwardly and took out the rune of sealing I used to seal the dreamma Sirka from my inventory.
“What is that, Master Artin? I feel something single…”
“Keep quiet and watch.”
I heard that what was sealed in the sealing rune was the power of Sirka the Dreamer, and that the Power of the Dreammae Sirka was granted by Lilith. Then, would n’t it be possible to use Lilith’s power her to sneak in?
“Now, open sesame seeds!”
As I walked forward, towards the pink mist, I slightly opened Sirka’s power to her, which had been trapped in the sealing rune.
──Kureung!
“Oh, this works.”
As if my expectations had been met, the pink mist gradually parted and the path to the depths of my unconsciousness opened.
“Uh, what did you do?! No matter how much it is a demon, to solve the power of the powerful dream demon at once..!! That’s great Artin-nim!”
I looked at Al’Miraj with an uneasy gaze as he clapped and admired me. This bastard’s reaction is like the O-tube reaction from earlier, so it’s very burdensome. He treats me politely from the beginning, is it because he is Mephisto’s friend his?
“Ah, ah?! Wait! Don’t go first!”
Fearing that it would cause more fuss if I reacted unnecessarily, I silently dragged Al’Miraz and walked toward the depths of my subconscious.
‘Looking at the form of authority, it seems to be trapped deep inside…’
I thought it was just fine. Violet’s reaction and appearance were strangely strange throughout this episode, but if you look inside your subconscious, you’ll understand why.
“Can we just keep walking like this? How much further do we have to go? By any chance, how close are you, Artin-nim, to Mephisto-nim? How can you be so strong while being human?”
All the way through the depths of the unconscious, Al’Miraj chattered nonstop. I really chatted nonstop. I should have brought Unicor instead.
“By the way, I’ve been curious about this before, can I ask what the episode or recurrence you keep talking about is?”
“… Ah, that needs some explanation. If you walk through the unconscious, you will surely see it…”
Al’Miraj asks some sharp questions, just as I’m about to explain. The scenery around the road leading to unconsciousness in a dark space began to change.
“Oh, this scenery… “
The changed scenery was very familiar. The academy’s noisy outdoor terrace on a sunny day. Al’Miraj and I were watching the outdoor terrace from a distance.
“That one? Miss Violet and Miss Xiaomei…And?”
The guy squinted his eyes, and counted the people on the terrace one by one. I don’t think I’ve met Zorba, but I can’t recognize the closest person.
“That is me. Me at the beginning of the second round.”
I looked at “Me” Sipping tea with a gloomy expression in the midst of the three lively people.
At that time, I had no tact and was shy, and I can feel it here as well. Right after I rolled alone with Xiaomei throughout the first playthrough, it was a time when I was very unfamiliar with dealing with people.
“Yes?! That shady and gloomy little kid like a big boy is Artin-sama?! Your face impression is completely different from now?!”
This fuck, I’m standing next to you and it hits me in the bone. What’s even sadder is that I couldn’t deny that. Because at that time, I was actually a jjinta.
“Well…I got a lot of help from Violet and Zorba. If it wasn’t for you two, I’d still be a gloomy little boy.”
I started to recall the memories of the past. It’s time for the 2nd round…
“Oh! Artin-sama from the past spilled tea and is in a hurry! Is that really Artin? Artin is the one who grows up to be a kid like me..”
“Stop brainwashing, fuck!!”
I slapped Al’Miraj’s butt with the palm of my hand as he forcibly cut off his flashbacks. And she regretted it very much. I’ll bring Unicor instead of the kid.