I Was Sick of Loving You

27 – Witch’s Malice and Grave

The library was discovered in the witch’s residence, and the world greeted five mornings.

I started to get tired of this place in such a short period of time.

At first, I searched the library with hope, admiring the precious books in it. Lost magic and history books, books containing the truth of stories that have only been passed down as legends, and stories about gods that no one remembers anymore.

It was full of books that would be dazzling to wizards thirsty for knowledge and scholars who are obsessed with history, or to anyone who understands the value of these books even a little bit.

It was fun to look at those precious books and find clues about the curse. After spending such time, when I picked up a book, the bookshelves covering the wall moved and a new space appeared. The space, like this one, was full of books.

At first, it was strange, but I thought positively that the possibility of finding a clue had increased.

That positive thought disappeared, buried in books that seemed to have no end in sight as the same things repeated over and over again.

Tired of the scale that we couldn’t confirm all by ourselves, Iris made a suggestion.

“After going back, wouldn’t it be better to select people from the family to form an investigation team?”

“I think that would be fine.”

“I agree.”

Tired of the sheer volume of books, we agreed to her suggestion.

“Then, let’s go back quickly and form an investigation team.”

“Sister, why don’t you check the next room before you go back?”

“That would be nice. What do you think?”

“I think I like it too.”

While we were here, we only searched the library, but we move on and open the door at the fork in the road. The door rustled open screaming.

The scenery beyond the door was an ordinary bedroom. In that ordinary bedroom, there was only a plain bed, desk, and wardrobe.

“It doesn’t look like anything special.”

As she said, nothing seemed special. When I thought so, Rachel went to the closet and opened the closet once. The closet creaked open and was empty.

Rachel, who was looking closely at the empty closet, began to push the closet aside. The closet was gently pushed out, and a passageway appeared.

“How did you know?”

“I felt a special energy over there, so I checked it out.”

“A special aura?”

“Yes. It’s not a foreign feeling, but it feels similar to a holy relic.”

“Well done anyway.”

I don’t know why I can feel the energy of the sacred object over there, but I praise Rachel for noticing it and move on.

Upon entering the dark passageway, the orb hanging from the ceiling emitted a soft light to guide the way. We followed the light and came to a room full of glass display stands.

On both sides, various items that exude a mysterious atmosphere were displayed, and there was a black door in the front.

“Brothers and sisters. The energy is weak, but I think all the items here are holy relics.”

Iris and I froze at her words. If all of the dozens of objects in this place were holy relics, a war would break out the moment the story about this place leaked out.

Regardless of church, country, or tribe, the value of holy objects is indescribable. A holy relic is an object that can bring blood and wind just by its existence. The fact that such things are unfolding in front of my eyes is mind-boggling.

“I think we should postpone setting up the princess investigation team.”

“Yeah… I guess so.”

Although she believes in her eyes, it is difficult for people not to harbor dark feelings at the sight unfolding before their eyes.

“I think it would be better to leave this place alone and check the next place.”

“I will.”

Putting aside the unbearable sight, I reached out my hand for the door in front of me. And the moment I grabbed the handle, I felt pain in my hand and withdrew my hand.

A small needle protruded from the doorknob, which was not there at first, leaving a small scar on the palm of the hand. A small amount of blood from the wound soaked the needle, and the door briefly opened with a reddish glow.

The sight terrified me.

“Are you okay?”

“Brother, are you okay?”

“I was just stabbed a little.”

Putting aside the apprehension of their worries, I pretended to be calm and moved forward. The aisle that led a little way down was tinged with the reddish, ominous light I had seen from the door.

At the end of that eerie passage came a dark space. A dim light came from the ceiling of the dark space, illuminating the space.

In the space where the darkness had disappeared a little, a book was placed in the center, and coffins were placed around it. The coffins were unusually clear inside.

Elves, dwarves, beastmen, orcs, barbarians, and other beings’ bodies were enshrined in the coffin. The witch must have died hundreds of years ago. For some reason, the corpses seemed like they were going to come alive any minute, without even a trace of decay.

“Terrible taste.”

I had no choice but to agree with what Iris said. It’s not enough for the room that exhibited the holy relics, the room that displayed the dead… I can’t think of anything other than to say it’s just terrible.

I turned my gaze to the book placed in the center of the room. He didn’t seem to see anything special, but the fact that he was in a room like this made him feel somewhat uneasy.

I move a step that does not fall easily and carefully listen to the book.

Parchment is not the paper invented by the countries of the East, and the strange texture gives it a reluctance.

My wish is not too light to give up because of reluctance, so I open the book ignoring that feeling.

The book was full of red letters.

「I was born as a princess of a country and lived in boredom. In the boredom, magic and witchcraft relieved the boredom at least.

When I was focusing on magic and witchcraft for such trivial reasons, an incident occurred that made me realize my tendency.

The day the magic circle exploded due to an experiment mistake. The person drawing the magic circle suffered burns all over and screamed. The scream was so beautiful and nice to hear.

The incident made me aware of my twisted tendencies. I knew that I was different from others and that it wasn’t right according to conventional wisdom, but I didn’t feel any reason to put up with it.

That’s why he enjoyed playing with lowly slaves. That time took its place as the driving force of my life.

When a year had passed since I savored that time, I felt thirsty. I needed a bigger stimulus to quench my thirst.

So they cursed them to death, burned them with magic, cut them off, drowned them, electrocuted them, and blasted them to death. Thirst was quenched by blood soaking the floor and echoing screams.

The thirst went away, and it wasn’t long before another thirst came. Thirst continued to want more stimulation, and the range of touch gradually expanded.

Beginning with slaves, maids, servants, subjects, nobles, and eventually families of the noblest blood. From then on, instead of her name, she began to be called a witch.

Everyone pointed at me and tried to take my life, but they all became my instruments and paints and were used to decorate the world beautifully. And there were no more instruments and paints left in the kingdom.

Thirst came. That thirst became unsatisfied even in slaughter, and he immersed himself in research to gain greater stimulation.

At some point, the body was reconstructed, and it turned into an existence between the mental body and the living body. From that moment on, the world began to look different. The world was flowing according to one rule.

Under the law that the gods cannot intervene directly. Knowing that fact and discovering clues that would give greater stimulation, joy came.

In the midst of that joy, he began to make plans to bring down the god who reigns over all living things.

Gods seem to be perfect, but they are imperfect beings. They are incomplete because they were born as living beings, broke the limits of life, gained the status of demigods, and evolved by gathering faith.

Faith is the basis for their existence. it was all of them Based on that fact, an experiment was conducted.

He killed the apostle, the agent and messenger of God, eliminated the central point, and killed all the faithful believers. Then, observing the divine world with a newly opened view, he savored the blurry appearance of the god.

The blurred god lost all faith and complete divinity over time. The god who lost his divinity came to life by dwelling in the corpse of the apostle. The god rushed at me in anger, but the god who had lived idle for a long time was no match for me.

Ah, the pleasure that came at that moment was so sweet, it felt like my brain would melt. I thank God for giving me such pleasure, and I made a space for him.

The bodies were treated so that they would not decay, and transparent coffins were made and decorated to enshrine them.

Just by looking at it, the terrible thirst disappeared. Happiness beyond this will not come. It’s a pity on the one hand, but I’m satisfied with the fact that there are still many toys left for me.

As I slowly overthrew the gods and savored my life, all the gods in the world gave me a revelation to make me public.

Just recalling the endless waves that came along with that revelation makes me thrilled again.

The world dyed red, seen in the midst of the crisis of death, was so beautiful. It’s a pity that I couldn’t appreciate the sight properly because my life was in danger, but I can just deal with all the gods and enjoy it again.

I lived for that purpose only. While living only looking at that, he found a way to sever the connection between the apostle and God.

Using that method, the apostle, unable to hear the voice of God, began to go mad. It was so lovely that I couldn’t stand it. I cursed such an apostle, enchanted it, and made it my own.

Based on the Apostle I took as my own, I slowly swallowed up Armisianism. Armis’ desperate cry as he watched it was so special that it gave the illusion that his missing heart was trembling.

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Listening to that cry, I made the Armisian Church my own. Strangely, Armis did not fall, but Armis’s wailing and anger were so sweet that he let them go.

Based on the apostles stolen by Armis, the world was confused.

A monster has appeared in a chaotic world. The man who called himself an apostle of Kaian was different from the apostles I had seen. I didn’t get the status of a demigod, but for some reason, I had more power than the gods I faced.

I watched the monster closely. That monster, with a useless sense of justice and conviction, has tainted the once beautiful world. I didn’t like it, and on the other hand, my anticipation rose.

When I corrupted such an existence, I was looking forward to the joy that would come to me. Just thinking about it drives me crazy.

Observe closely in order to corrupt the mighty monster. The great obstacle was the power that was too strong to be an existence that could not break the limits of life, and the connection with God, which had no gap.

It’s a pity that fact, but if you don’t have it, you can create it.

Just then, the monster confirmed that the child was born, and cursed the child to death. At that time, he overdoes it, and for a moment, the voice of God did not reach him.

Just then, the wife fell ill, and the beast’s faith was shaken. This opened a gap in their connection. In an unreasonable state, he worked a little more, and cut off the link. Thanks to the successive unreasonable actions, the rank was lowered a little, but I forgot about it while thinking of the joy that would come soon.

The monster spent most of its time howling. That look spurred me on.

And I went to him to give him more pain. After promising to heal his wife who was sick in his heart, he obtained their blood.

He treated his wife for greater joy. If you are sick in your heart, wouldn’t it be solved if you don’t have emotions?

Thinking so, he first cursed with his wife’s blood. A curse that will last from generation to generation.

Thanks to that, the wife woke up, and they enjoyed a brief bliss. At the end of that happiness, a child was born, and the wife’s curse began to take its place. Seeing this, he cast the same curse on the monster.

It took a while for the curse to take hold due to the high level of the monster, but the curse also took place in him. In that curse, the monster fell into chaos, and his desperate life began.

It was so lovely to see him desperately trying to kill me. Looking at him like that, I imagine his end. His beloved wife dies, and he automatically draws in his head the image of him recovering his feelings that had been blocked. He imagines the look on Kai’an’s face when his disciple drowns in sorrow and is accused of heresy.

It was so sweet that at the end it didn’t even matter that I was already dead.

Disappointingly, even if he says he can’t kill me, I can just drop all the gods and open a new world.

No matter what happens, extreme joy will come at the end.”

The witch’s ferocious malice spills out of the book.

The malice was so vicious that it choked my throat.

We were silent for a long time in the tomb of the gods made by the witch.