Chapter 95 – Episode 95. Nightmare Hour (2)
My mother was a witch
A being known to mankind as disrespectful and evil.
However, when he later joined the organization and investigated the witches, he found that it was all a result of dirty propaganda.
It was because the confusion of the crowd could have been put to rest if all the bad things, such as epidemics and disasters that occurred on the continent, were directed to the wives and children who were in collusion with the demons.
Now I knew very well that the church and politicians, who wanted to take power by parasitizing the Argentine royal family, the main axis of the current human race, were conducting a witch hunt to strengthen my position.
“Ahhhhh ♥”
Why is the victim of such a dirty political fight appearing in front of me and shaking his waist?
Even though I realized that the chase was right in front of me, the person who hid me in a closet and even pretended to be a prostitute in front of them, fearing that they would search the room, drew attention.
After that, I even confirmed with my own eyes that only white ashes remained in the place where she was.
“Heh, heh, heh, it feels good. Joe, drive me a little harder~~♥”
Oh yeah. This is just a dream.
Because there is no way she will ever appear in front of me in the first place.
The fragments of memories I wanted to forget were nothing more than waking up from the moment I fell asleep…
“Dave~”
But even in such a nightmare, I met the person who loved me again.
“Dave, my son. The child I love the most in this world~”
Hearing her kind whispers once more.
It was a chance to be embraced by that broad generosity once again.
Even though I knew it was a temptation, I couldn’t resist the intensity and took a step towards it.
“Come here. Son. Mom…”
As if welcoming it, the smile toward me grows deeper.
That kind hand gradually reached under me and began to gradually widen the gap.
“My mother, will make her son feel better.”
As if trying to stimulate the object contained in it and make it stand upright…
Ah, thinking about it, it was at that time. It was the first time I realized the nasty desires I had.
When I saw her mother being violated through a gap in the closet, I, who didn’t know anything, just watched it blankly and had time to fulfill my desires.
Even forgetting the fact that you shouldn’t be caught.
Just gazing at the sight through the cracks, grabbing objects that had been erected for unknown reasons, and shaking them until they left…
“… Dirty.”
Okay. If the only thing that existed in that intense memory was really sexual desire.
Maybe I chose to accept the hand that grabbed my things at this moment and melt in the time that followed.
Rather than a reality full of painful and fearful things, it will be more comfortable to release my desires to the person you love.
“With that filthy snout, who are you playing? You.”
But now as an adult.
The feelings I had at that time were not just desire.
The resentment of why we had to do that, the regret of having done that to my mother.
And the helplessness of being able to stand by and watching something like that happen, and the sense of shame that you can’t cope with even though you have to live with those memories…
All of them were blooming and becoming clear at this moment of remembrance of that day.
“What, what are you?”
And the opponent is someone who couldn’t read my feelings properly.
He just brought out the ‘intense first experience’ of the other person and projected the character in it onto himself and gave a plausible performance.
“Uh, how, how can you resist my power!?”
Pata Morgana.
One of Galbo-nyeon’s aides that I wanted to kill so much, and the guy who approached me relentlessly even when I was at the headquarters.
But she didn’t have the same amount of leisure she had back then.
“What’s the matter? Why don’t you call me ‘brother’ as usual?”
Yes, you will soon realize it.
It’s not me who’s caught in the trap right now, it’s himself.
She didn’t exactly seduce her on purpose in the first place, but wouldn’t it be enough to know that she could strike back against her agents who were trying to oppress me, no matter what?
“This fucking short-lived bastard!!”
The freedom that has been expressed all along.
The moment when a shout burst out that the dreamer’s unique sexuality was lost.
With her power spreading thickly from her, the remnants of her memories that surrounded her were crushed and darkness began to arrive in her world.
The moment the figure of her mother draped over her body gradually disappears…
The reason why her heart throbbed at that time was because she felt sorry for her disappearance.
Even if it’s just a fake figure, that figure was projected from my memory.
My mother.
Because I knew that the mother figure I loved was gone.
“…I think it’s too late to resist.”
But even that regret is being swallowed up by rising anger.
And this place is none other than my mind.
She tried to touch my desire to dominate me, but ironically, I am also someone who can handle the ability to control the mind, if not as well as the dream demon.
-Kooung!
Yes, everything that happens here is affected by my state of mind.
What if I choose to lose my consciousness in a happy dream, if I know that it is only a fake.
Even if it’s fake, if I don’t have the desire to fall in love with it, my consciousness will be maintained, and I will be able to convert my feelings into power.
“Cheuk!”
And all the work that comes from it will be done rationally.
Right now, I’m taking the medicine Ymir gave me.
It was created based on the power of demons faithful to their desires, and when humans take it, it exerts the effect of liberating them from all distracting thoughts that interfere with their mental concentration.
It is possible to control even anger with calmness, and to demonstrate mental strength by leaving only that strength…
“What, what is this, this. Why… Uh, how about a human subject…”
When Morgana enters my mind without knowing it, she has practically thrown herself into the mouth of a beast that can eat her.
I could know all of that just by looking at the space where I landed as if responding to my will at this moment.
“Now, wait. Hang on!!”
Why can’t I just do that?
She, who had shown her contempt for me before, started shaking her body belatedly, making her complexion pale.
Which has never been shown even to her own master, Garbonya.
As if she had sensed the danger that her very own existence would be extinguished.
“My, I was wrong! Mo, if you spare my life, I will swear allegiance to you for the rest of my life… !!”
-Kugung!
Ignoring that scream, the sky descended even further.
Unable to withstand the weight she felt from it, her knees slammed into her ground, and soon even the screams of lamentation subsided from her mouth.
It’s coming soon.
With a little more strength, I can kill that hateful dreamer with my own hands.
“I, please…”
Morgana began to pray for me as if she had intuited her end.
I could see that what was implied in those words was not a lie.
No matter how demons are beings who ignore humans, in the end they are beings who live only for themselves and for their own good taste.
It is not difficult to find it in history books to make a lifetime contract with a human to avoid an immediate crisis.
But…
“Is there any meaning to the pledge of allegiance to the servant of longevity to the servant of short life?”
Like human life.
After all, it will only be a moment for them.
“Oh no…”
-Quad deuk!
Eventually, the darkness that descended on her body completely erased her existence from my eyes.
The dreamer called Fata Morgana ended with that.
Although it is a dream that does not have a physical form, this world is based on the spirit. The dream mare built here can be said to be the main body in itself.
-Kugugung!
As if such predictions were proved to be true, cracks began to appear in various places in the mental world that had been shaped by her power.
Among them, the place where the light shines must be the exit from this place.
Having grasped that, I took a deep breath and prepared to step out straight into the light.
“Are you leaving?”
His footsteps stopped when he heard a voice from behind.
Even in the middle of the collapse of space, I stopped in my seat without being able to overlook the voice.
Isn’t it strange?
Apparently, the guy who played that voice had already disappeared without a trace.
“… Yes.”
Perhaps it was an auditory hallucination, but I decided to answer the voice nonetheless.
“Like you protected me.”
But don’t look back
I know there’s no point in going back anyway.
Even if I don’t face her directly, I know what kind of expression she’s making toward me.
“Because I also have people I want to protect.”
Wasn’t he the one who whispered love to me even in the last ordeal?
So if it were her, she would surely see me off with the image I was thinking of.
“… I see.”
As if revived by her faith, she laughed and continued to send me off with her soft voice.
“I’m glad. Because you also have precious people like me.”
A greeting that might be the last.
“… Come on Dave.”
The moment I heard it, I felt the overwhelming feeling of the weight of the two feet on which I was stepping.
Just like this…
Would it be okay to stay here like this? Because I couldn’t shake off the lingering feeling.
Even if it’s just an illusion.
She couldn’t bear to get the thought out of her head that if she could clearly face her now that she couldn’t see her, wouldn’t it be good for her?
“…Yes.”
Even so.
Even so, I finally chose to move on leaving her behind.
“I’ll be back.”
Leaving behind sweet dreams to be with her old love.
“I’ll be back, Mom.”
I want to protect what I have to protect.
To get to reality.
***
… And.
“Cool!”
A breath that opens up terribly before you wake up.
After that, the headache that came over her lifted her head and put her head back on the floor.
It’s different than when you just wake up. Should I say that it seemed that something was obviously stuck in her head and then it fell out repeatedly?
“Turn it off, keuugh!!”
Alas, yes. It must have been because that Morgana dog-like bitch was trying to rule over me and was frantically harassing me.
Other than that, it might be because I overworked myself to kill that bitch, but… By the way, something feels different from usual?
Did something change in my body while killing him?
“Dave. Are you okay?”
At that moment, a shadow suddenly appeared from the side. What came out of the darkness of the room was a woman wearing a black mask and a black robe.
“… Katarina.”
Yes, my helper whom I faced before losing my mind.
But her body was soaked in her blood. Is it because you’re hurt? No, more than that, why is she here?
– Thump, thump.
It took a while to roll my head to figure out the situation.
At the noise coming from the exit of the room, Katarina looked at me and offered her a hint.
“I think it would be better to move for now, but…”
“… Don’t let that happen.”
Yes, the first priority is to understand the situation.
I caught my breath and left the room with Katarina.
Realizing that the nightmare night created by the dreamers is not over yet, even after escaping into reality.
