Suici*de by Raising a Heroine

22 – A side story: their afterwords

“Hmm…”

Charlotte stood in front of a full-length mirror, staring at herself in the mirror.

Inside the mirror was a woman wearing a black and white uniform with long waist-length silver hair and bloody red eyes that seemed to have captured the moonlight.

Charlotte clenched her hands into fists and pricked both of her cheeks with only her index fingers raised. The white skin pushed into her fingers and then popped out again, showing off its firm elasticity.

The woman in the mirror also copied the motion. It was very funny to see him poking his cheek with a blunt expression.

He grinned and raised his eyebrows. He kept his thumb on his cheek and tilted his head slightly to the left.

Because of the corners of the mouth that soared upward, the flesh between the cheekbones and the corners of the mouth was pushed up a little. The index finger stabbed the cheek went deeper.

This time he tilted his head to the right. The woman in the mirror tilted her head to the left.

Her silver hair, flowing like a waterfall, cascaded down her back.

He drew air into his mouth and puffed out his cheeks. Then he looked at the woman’s face in the mirror. It was as if he was saying that his face had changed to full.

He raised his index finger and poked both sides.

The air escaped through slightly parted lips with a wink. The cheeks turned thin again.

Charlotte put her hands behind her back, leaned slightly forward at the waist, and crossed her legs. And smiled.

The two smiling faces of the woman outside and the woman in the mirror overlapped. It was a warm smile like sunlight.

“But, what you want isn’t this Charlotte de Gargantua.”

Charlotte’s expression instantly returned to normal. I untied my hands behind my back, put my hands naturally, and straightened my back, returning my legs that I had crossed.

The woman in the mirror had also returned to being an emotionless blood queen.

Charlotte snapped her fingers with her middle and thumb. At that signal, the emotionless Blood Queen in the mirror disappeared as if evaporating.

Nothing was reflected in the mirror.

Behind Charlotte, who stared at the opaque surface of the mirror, heard three knocks on the door.

“Let them in.”

After Charlotte’s permission was granted, the door was carefully opened. Alessia was standing there.

After closing the door and entering the room, Alessia immediately faced Charlotte on one knee, spread her arms horizontally, put her fists in front of her chest, and lowered her head.

“Alesia Beneviento, Commander of the 7th Knights of the Royal Family, has come upon receiving a call from His Majesty the King.”

“Do you know why Jim called you?”

“Because of my lack of wisdom, I did not dare to grasp Your Majesty’s intentions.”

“Yes. It will. It will.”

Charlotte’s eyes staring at Alessia, who knelt on the floor and bowed her head, were frighteningly devoid of any emotion.

In an instant, Alessia’s body floated into the air and landed on the wall on the other side of the room. A loud bang rang out.

“What?!”

In an unexpected situation, Alessia let out a short moan. The body fell to the floor, and the cracks left where Alessia had been hit were visible.

“Jim saw what you did. Alessia Beneviento.”

“Cool, if you say I did it…?”

“It’s something you don’t need to know.”

Quaang, once again, Alessia’s body was slammed against the wall on the other side. This time I couldn’t hear anything from Alessia.

Charlotte’s finger pointed at Alessia. In response, the limp body floated in the air.

“Sigh, kkeuh?!”

Alessia struggled with her limbs at the intense pain she felt in her right eye. To be precise, I was trying to struggle.

My whole body didn’t move as if it was fixed on something. His mouth was blocked by something and he couldn’t even speak.

Ttuduk, Alessia’s right eye was pulled out.

Blood leaked from the now empty hole where the eye had been and ran down his face. Alessia gasped and let out a choked scream.

Charlotte clenched her fists. The plucked pupil collapsed weakly in the air, scattering the liquid inside.

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.”

Charlotte slowly approached Alessia. The sound of footsteps, thumping, thumping, was heard.

“However, Jim does not agree with that.”

Tears welled up in the only eye he had left. It was an eye full of fear.

“Shouldn’t the crime of hurting the person who would become my companion have to be paid with that life?”

Pudeuk. Alessia’s neck snapped in reverse with a ghastly sound. My body stopped moving.

Charlotte stared blankly at the back of Alessia’s head, then raised her right arm. At the end of it was a right hand that had turned translucent.

The translucent right hand was stabbed into Alessia’s head. Even though her entire hand was inside her head, Alessia’s appearance did not change.

Soon after, I heard a throbbing sound.

Charlotte, who had been searching for a while in her head expressionlessly, pulled out her hand. The magic circle drawn on the palm of my hand was still holding something like fog.

After throwing away Alessia’s corpse, Charlotte approached the mirror where nothing was reflected. Then, he put his right hand with a magic circle on it.

After confirming that the mirror surface was vibrating slightly, Charlotte withdrew her hand. The magic circle had disappeared.

Charlotte took a step back.

Suddenly, a human figure was drawn on the surface of the mirror. It was a woman with burning red hair and dressed exactly as if she had been strewn about dead.

A woman steps out of the mirror. Then, without a single light, the dead eyes turned to life.

Alessia immediately turned to Charlotte, got down on one knee, arms crossed, fists in front of her chest, and bowed her head.

“Alesia Beneviento, Commander of the 7th Knights of the Royal Family, has come upon receiving a call from His Majesty the King.”

“I heard the news. There was a quarrel with the 1st Knight Commander in the arena.”

Charlotte’s expression was still unchanged.

Christine was perched on a rock, her eyes closed, her hands folded in front of her belly, and she was praying quietly.

Contrasting with the slender limbs, the voluptuous chest drew attention.

I could see the nun’s uniform that was cut up to the top of her pelvis, revealing her side, and the garter belt that contrasted with her slender thighs.

The nun’s uniform she was wearing was plain black with no decorations to be found, but rather, the simple composition added to the lewdness.

At first glance, it was a scene that seemed to be dozing off sitting on a rock. However, the muttering of her mouth in a very low voice proved what she was doing.

Christine was praying, reminding herself of yesterday’s heartbreaking sensation.

The sensation of his fingers tearing through his skin, crushing bones, and digging deep into his body, grasping his mighty beating heart, was still vivid in his fingers.

Every time I thought of that feeling, my stomach ached and throbbed. It was a pleasant tingle.

The sensation of biting his fingers in succession returned. The sensation of squeezing the starting point of the knuckle of the finger gently placed on the tongue in the mouth with the front teeth and cutting it off at once with force.

Skin is torn and bones are shattered with a groan, and the fishy taste of blood fills the mouth. As the smell of blood burns in the throat, it flows back into the nose and circulates in the nasal passages, adding to the joy.

He breaks the bones with his molars, passes them along with the flesh into his throat, and accepts the Holy Body of God into his body.

Shortly thereafter, the sacred body of God returns to its original state, soars up in reverse, and rides down the esophagus to restore itself. Christine couldn’t help but love that feeling.

In my mind, I wanted to taste other places, not just my fingers. I wanted to chew on all of them one by one, savoring the blood and muscle.

It was just a simple wish that he had since he, who was far short of God, didn’t dare to say it out loud.

Someday, when Christine fulfilled God’s wish and that immortality disappeared from the world, there was even an expectation that she would be able to taste what was left of her body before following God’s footsteps.

The wind blew through the trees. Her long straight hair and the hem of her nun’s uniform blew in the direction the wind was blowing.

Suddenly, Christine opened her eyes. Bright yellow eyes turned to the front.

“How did you come all the way into this deep forest?”

There was no answer coming back. Christine continued without turning her head.

“If you intend to interfere, please return.”

“Hey, lady. Is it dangerous for a woman to be alone in a place like this?”

“…”

At the man’s voice full of lust, Christine remained silent for a moment.

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but if you do, we can protect you. How about it? The price… I’ll figure it out later.”

“I don’t have much patience. Now I have to pray to God, so I’ll ask you one more time. Please go back.”

At this rate, she was on the side of a lot of patience for Christine. If it was her usual, at the time she heard such words, she would have already attacked without even trying to talk.

And if it was her in the past, she would have attacked her even if she hadn’t heard those words. From the point of view of her, everything was no different from human sacrifice.

Yesterday’s incident made Christine feel so good that she gave her twice more than she deserved, but they kicked the opportunity away.

“We also have a scene in which the women die. Shall we show it?”

In addition, he committed blasphemy.

Christine stood up, her voluptuous breasts swaying in response.

Even though it was seen from behind, it was powerful enough to make the men who were smirking shut their mouths in an instant.

I turned around. The jet-black eyes that held the bottomless pit were now looking at the source of the voice. four men. The metallic guards worn on the forearms and thighs were sometimes stained.

Christine, who saw four pairs of eyes scanning her body, untied her hands from her lower abdomen.

He clenched his fists and kicked the ground. Before the men knew it, Christine reached out.

I punched the stomach of the man in front of me. I can’t pierce the back, so in moderation.

Her stomach was pierced, and Christine’s hands gripped her squishy internal organs. I stretched out my fingers and grabbed as many of them as I could.

And pulled out.

Blood gushed out everywhere. Because the series of actions took place so quickly, the men around her still looked blank.

next. After randomly tossing the entrails in her hand, she went up to the next man and pierced her stomach again. After opening his hand as much as possible, he clench his fist and withdraw his hand.

Only then did the remaining two seem to have finished grasping the situation. I took up a weapon with a curse word.

Upon lifting it, the other man’s stomach was pierced before the weapon could even be swung. The grass beneath my feet was soaked with dark red blood and fragments of organs.

The fate of the one remaining was similar to those who died first. The only difference was that he almost brandished his weapon.

Amidst the strewn bodies of four men who had died in an instant, Christine prayed for a moment. It was an apology to God who had been blasphemed because of her immorality.

After such a short prayer, Christine gathered the pieces of intestines and corpses scattered around Juseomju Island and piled them up like a tower. A trickle of blood flowed beneath it.

I would have been able to pray longer if I had left at least one person to scream. Christine blamed herself in her heart.

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