Volume 3 Chapter 2 The Hunger Of Famine
Luxurious golden curls sway upside down.
A large chest, a slim waist.
The woman, with a body that is stunningly shaped, tightens her corset even more, and she is in her underwear.
A beautiful woman in her underwear is hanging upside down from the ceiling.
Her lower body is buried in the ceiling, and it's hard to tell what's happening below.
I grab the Eir-Eir on the table and shove it into my chest.
Then, I lift up my dozing father, Arjuna.
"Lydia, behind me!"
Father Feldur stands up to protect me.
I pull Francois, who is still sitting on the sofa, and hide behind my father. Francois continues to stare wide-eyed at the woman on the ceiling.
Stefan stands in front of the swaying woman. His hand glows, and a shining holy sword appears.
Sir Roxas stands next to Sir Stefan.
He said he wasn't good at fighting, but he glares at the woman without fear.
"So, you are the witch's daughter. You showing yourself saves me the trouble of searching. As expected of a monster, you have a hideous appearance."
"Hidious? You think I'm hideous...? There is no one as beautiful as I am. All humans bow before me."
"Are you narcissistic? Just because you look good doesn't mean you are loved unconditionally; that love is just an illusion."
Sir Roxas spat out.
"Everyone lives in an illusion, right? In the end, it's all fake. There is no love. It's just desire."
The woman lifts her red lips.
Eir-Eir, when she was bigger, spoke in a more mechanical way.
Her voice seemed to lack much emotion.
But this woman is different.
She has her own will and emotions, and it's as if she can think and speak just like us.
A monster with a will.
A monster with a will, just like humans.
I remembered what Sir Ciel once said.
The gem people fell from the red moon and are monsters with a will.
The gem people seem to dislike conflict, but──if a monster with a will has hostility or malice...
People will become even more afraid of monsters.
Monsters with the same appearance as humans, but with malicious intent.
If that is the witch's daughter, then if she blends in with humans, it would be impossible to find her.
"You were happy in your illusion, Prince Bernard. The love you give to my doll, whom you thought was a saint, is real. The whispered words of love are real. Words of love from the heart. All love is an illusion. It comes from desire."
"Don't mess with me. It's you. You stole my time that was supposed to be spent with Lydia and confused everyone's hearts. Your sin deserves a thousand deaths."
"It's the same no matter who it is, right? You love anyone. If it's in the form of a woman, it doesn't matter who. Men are just like that. Foolish. So foolish──and cruel, the lowest, and dirty."
At Sir Stefan's words filled with anger, the woman laughed with a voice like rolling bells.
"Your desire is never-ending. Lust, jealousy, hatred, disgust, the need to show off, the need for approval, wanting to be better than anyone else, wanting to be loved more than anyone else, wanting to stand out, wanting to be loved, someone is in the way, wanting to erase them, wishing they would die, wishing they would die, people who are not needed should just die──if you peel back the skin, everyone is the same."
"Shut up. What do you know about being human? You're just a monster."
Sir Roxas stared at the woman with wide awake eyes.
"Stefan, you betrayed Lydia, and Roxas, you betrayed Francois. All the words of love are lies. Everyone thinks they are the cutest. So they only see what they want to see. Desire is never-ending, so they look at what they want to see and believe what they want to believe."
The woman hugged her body with both hands and twisted.
"Those who let their desires grow are the easiest to control. Everyone, you are my dolls. Kneel before me. This world is mine. I came here to become a saint. To fulfill my mother's wish──I am Famine, the daughter of the witch who rules over death by hunger."
"Hunger...?"
I couldn't help but whisper.
Hunger.
It means being hungry.
When you're hungry, it's really, really sad.
"Hunger. It means not having enough. Not satisfied. No matter what you gain or what you do, desire is endless, and hunger keeps growing. Suffering from hunger, ending your own life, suffering from hunger, attacking others, to satisfy hunger──submit to me."
"Famine! Give back my mother, my mother, Soiree mother...!"
Francois slipped past me and headed toward the woman──Famine, the witch's daughter.
Sir Roxas grabbed his hand, and Sir Stefan raised his holy sword.
The ground shook violently beneath us.
My father supported me as I almost fell.
Francois forcibly pulled his arm away from Sir Roxas's grip.
"Sir Stefan!"
I called out Sir Stefan's name loudly.
The ceiling cracked open.
With the rubble, something──large and sharp and black──was coming down toward Sir Stefan.
It looked like an insect's leg with joints.
As thick as the pillars of the Great Temple. The insect's leg, tearing through the ceiling, aimed to pierce the floor along with Sir Stefan, but Sir Stefan's holy sword easily sliced through it.
"Roxas, bring Francois here!"
My father held one hand out in front.
Sir Roxas roughly shoved Francois toward me.
A blue magic circle appeared at our feet, wrapping around us, and a transparent protective barrier formed to shield us from the falling rubble.
Please bookmark this series and rate ☆☆☆☆☆ on here!
Donate me
Support Me with USDC
(ERC20)
Support Me with XLM
(Stellar Lumens)