128 – Newlyweds
“Oh, he’s dead.”
These were the first words Olivia uttered after confirming that the crowd of demons had been wiped out in one fell swoop.
Although it was not directly confirmed through sight or hearing, it didn’t matter much to Olivia, who could handle and sense all black magic and black mana like her own hands and feet anyway.
The demon’s memories contaminated with black blood were the same as Olivia’s.
Olivia completely shrunk and tossed the remnants of the demon’s soul somewhere beyond the dimension. If you leave it like that, it will be torn to shreds and disappear on its own.
No matter how much he strengthened it with black blood, it was only natural that he would end up like that, since the original was a pathetic guy who could only become the Great Devil at best.
Rather, I should be tearfully grateful for the fact that Olivia chose it for the purpose of using it like a disposable item and throwing it away.
Destroying the mind and imprinting only obedience to orders in its place was far from overcoming the fundamental difference in ability.
It was also for that reason that Olivia was able to stay calm while looking at Serena, who was unscathed.
If you don’t have expectations, you won’t be disappointed.
Olivia hadn’t even expected the guy to do anything from the start, so she had no regrets about the guy who had already died.
Only the fact of seeing Master’s face and hearing Master’s voice was enough.
Olivia, who had ‘saved’ all the masters the devil felt through the black mana connected to her, hummed.
Yes, in a way, it could be said that it has benefited greatly. It would have been nice to have more collectibles, but nothing bad ever happened.
“Oops, I have to decorate it. Let’s work, work.”
Olivia, who was staring at the collections she had ‘saved’ in a daze, was startled by the idea, slapped her cheeks, and grabbed the cloth she had placed on her knee.
It was a pure white needle in his right hand. Olivia worked hard with her hands, stitching the fabric back and forth with contrasting black threads and white needles.
The area of cloth that merged with each other became wider and wider. I adjusted the joints well so that there were no protruding parts, and I moved my hands steadily, estimating the overall length in my head.
“what?”
Tok, a round object fell on Olivia’s head, who was absorbed in sewing.
A slight jolt felt on the top of her head caused Olivia to put the needle down for a moment and pick up something rolling across the carpet.
Overall, the round outline, the white lens and black pupil, the reddish blood vessels that shine through the white, and even the transparent liquid filled inside.
What Olivia picked up were human pupils.
“Did I put it on wrong?”
Olivia looked around at the human eyeball in her hand and tilted her head.
It was a house where I would spend eternity with Master, so I wanted to make everything myself if possible, so I reduced the use of magic to a minimum, but it seems that there were some mistakes along the way.
Then you can attach it again. Olivia put the scraps of cloth and needles on her lap on the floor and stood up.
There was no tingling recoil from the legs that had been kneeling for a long time for sewing. Such insignificant pain was a symptom exclusive to the human body.
Olivia brought a small simple ladder that she had parked in the corner of the room and hung it across the middle of the room. And then I started climbing it.
I had no intention of making the room bigger, so the ceiling wasn’t that high, and Olivia wasn’t very tall, so I reached it quickly even though I hadn’t climbed a few ladders.
The ceiling was studded with pupils of the same shape as those that had fallen on Olivia’s head.
Perhaps he was trying to imitate the pattern in his own way, but the directions of his pupils were all slightly different.
Olivia took the eyeball in her hand and pushed it as hard as she could into the empty gap where the eyeball fell.
The eyeballs that couldn’t overcome the pushing force were crushed, and transparent water leaked out. The vitreous flowed down the finger that touched the eyeball in a stream.
“ah.”
Seeing that, Olivia sighed. Shouldn’t be crushed Olivia pulled out the eyeball she was about to push in.
And I squeezed it with my hand and burst it.
Fragments of what were called human eyeballs and all the liquids contained in them flowed between my clenched fingers. After roughly brushing off the debris and liquid, Olivia reached her eyes to procure the ingredients again.
I grabbed the upper and lower eyelids and opened them wide. The skin around the corner of the eye was torn to the side, exposing the inner flesh.
Bizarrely, no blood came out at all.
Olivia carefully pulled out the eye by inserting her index finger and thumb between the corners of her torn eye, and with her other hand, she brushed off the skin fragments sticking out from the side of the lens.
The touch was very careful, and there was also a lot of affection. It was natural. Because there was only one person in the world that all these pupils would look at.
Olivia put the eyeball she had just removed into the spot where she had failed to insert the eyeball earlier. Fortunately, this time it didn’t burst and went in properly.
“done!”
Olivia’s lips were covered with a smile when she confirmed that. With this, I was one step closer to the finished product of the honeymoon house where I would live with Master, so I liked it.
A black mist covered the corners of her eyes, which were bent with joy. The torn skin adhered to each other, and black blood swelled slowly.
By the time the fog completely covered her eyes had dissipated, her newly grown black eyes were shining brightly.
Bringing the ladder back to the corner of the room, Olivia knelt slightly near the needle. He held a cloth in his left hand and a needle tied with thread in his right hand.
I settled down again and continued sewing for a while. It was great concentration and great dexterity. There was not the slightest disturbance in the spot where the white needle had been threaded.
The length and breadth of the cloth lengthen, and the space between the cloths is filled with something soft and thick. The assemblage of pieces of cloth steadily developed into a plausible figure.
The color of the cloth and the color of her skin were perfectly identical, so I couldn’t tell them apart properly, but there was no hesitation in that hand movement.
Then, all of a sudden, I realized that all the remaining fabric had run out.
“Did you finish writing already?”
Olivia’s eyes swung around. However, all the cloths that were spread right next to them were all connected as one under Olivia’s touch, and nothing remained.
“Hmm… There’s still a little bit left until completion, but there’s nothing you can do about it.”
you have to rip it out again
Olivia muttered that and put her hand on her forearm. Bizarrely, the fingers did not get stuck in the clothes, but passed through them and made direct contact with the skin.
And without hesitation, he pulled at his own skin wrapped in clothes. The leather caught in his fingers was pulled out and fluttered in response to the recoil.
Olivia ripped off the entire arm skin and laid it down next to the fabric she had been sewing on with a needle. Perhaps thinking that one was not enough, this time he tore off the skin on the other arm.
A black mist rushed to the place where the skin was peeled off. Olivia waved her hand away to drive away the mist, then ripped open the regenerated skin again.
Olivia stopped moving when the skin she had peeled off her arm accumulated, about eight.
If this is enough, the supply of materials is sufficient, so I lifted the needle to finish the work I was doing earlier. Very white, extremely sharp needles.
It was a needle made of Olivia’s bone.
I pulled a few turns of black thread from the skein of thread next to the needle holder and tied it tightly to the eye of the needle.
It was a thread made from Olivia’s hair.
And that wasn’t all. Beds, wardrobes, curtains, walls, floors, carpets, duvets, pillows. All the objects that make up this room were made only of ‘Olivia’.
The bed, which was placed on the wall a little higher in the middle of the room and was large enough for two people to climb on it, was framed by processing Olivia’s bones.
The blanket on the bed was sewn from Olivia’s skin, and the pillow made from the same leather was stuffed with plenty of intestines from Olivia’s stomach.
I didn’t have to say more about the quilt I was making. Although the duvet was not very thick, it was meaningless what the room temperature would be like for the two of them who would live in this room for eternity.
The closet was also made from Olivia’s spine and ribs. Sooner or later, Master’s clothes will be packed into it. Such a closet.
The ceiling and walls were decorated with thousands of eyeballs. Now it was just a pupil that was simply decorated.
However, as soon as Olivia’s master entered, all eyes were going to be fixed on her.
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Just imagining being able to look at Master from thousands of directions made my stomach ache.
The carpets that adorned the floor were made by plucking tongues and weaving them together to add softness.
After stepping on it a few times and jumping around, I can confidently say that it is soft enough.
Perhaps Master will be happy to see this carpet. Olivia trembled lightly, imagining Master being amazed by the feel of the carpet.
The curtains covering the windows were made from Olivia’s intestines. Although there was a window behind the long guts lined up in a row facing downward, I couldn’t see the outside by walking through it.
The windows were simply ornaments made to add liveliness to the fact that this was a house.
Anyway, the scenery behind that window was only eternal darkness and darkness. It is a dark horse that can never be escaped, and must not be escaped.
Incidentally, the glass in the window was made by thinly stretching the lens of the pupil.
“Will Master be pleased?”
Olivia’s mouth, where the delusion had begun, let out a girlish scream.
What would you do if Master, who was thrilled to see this, hugged you right away? Should I say that there is no rush because the night is forever?
Or, pointing to the bed, since it was a hastily made bed and we haven’t yet tested how durable it is, should we try it with our bodies?
Of course, Olivia’s skills were perfect, so even if an ogre legion stepped on it, I could bet that it wouldn’t collapse.
However, at least one saga about coveting each other’s bodies so violently that they broke the legs of the bed seemed like a good addition to the storybook to be told to a growing child.
Olivia added a few more lines to her to-do list in her head.
The pink delusion that started once continued biting tail after tail, and eventually came to recall the incident hundreds of years later.
Even in that situation, only the hands that sewed the blankets were moving accurately.
Olivia wanted to squeeze through the dimensional gap right now, appear in front of Master, hold her in his arms, and rub her head against his body, but she held back her desire with transcendental patience.
It’s because Master and his newlyweds haven’t been completed yet.
Because I wanted to show only the perfect Olivia to Master.
With that in mind, Olivia started decorating her room again.
