87 – lie
“……what?”
Faced with an unexpected situation, questions mixed with bewilderment flowed from my mouth. I wondered if the room was so dark that I couldn’t see anyone, but that wasn’t the case either.
You obviously said you would wait on the top floor, didn’t you? I took a step back and checked the stairs. This was the top floor, and there were no further stairs.
The room was still empty. The darkness, like the middle of the night, was thick, forming a shady atmosphere. Even the air felt sticky.
I returned to the hallway, wondering if it was another room, not this one. There are six doors in total, including the one you just entered.
I grabbed the doorknob on the opposite side and turned it clockwise. A clatter was heard. it was locked It was the same even if I turned it the other way around.
The third, fourth, and fifth doors also returned only a clanking sound. I pushed the door forcibly, but it didn’t even move with my own strength.
If the door structure on the top floor were all the same, the thickness of the door would be the same as a knuckle, so it would be impossible for me to even break it.
I gave up and turned my attention to the sixth room. There was only one door left. He slowly brought his hand to the doorknob and turned it clockwise.
There was no sound of the lock operating. All sorts of odd thoughts came to my mind as I watched the handle rotate in line with the rotation of my wrist.
From wondering if I really did find the wrong room, to grumbling like why didn’t I tell you this in advance.
The door creaked open. The inside looked familiar.
It was exactly the same as the first room I opened and entered, where I first met a woman who offered to make a new identity for me. Everything down to the smallest detail. At least that’s how I remember it.
A black carpet on the floor, black blackout curtains tightly blocking the sunlight pouring in from the windows, a wooden desk painted black and a chair made of black leather.
However, no human figure was seen here either. Only the desk and chair placed in the middle of the room greeted me.
At this point, I was more curious than annoyed.
At first, I thought they were trying to do something stupid, but once people were left, wouldn’t they be able to do something like that.
‘Or they put hallucination magic over the entire building.’
It was a fairly probable guess. I’ve had quite a few experiences of hallucinations like this in the past. It was mainly used by criminal groups involving wizards.
Even if I had no idea why he was doing this, I had some thoughts about how he did it.
The easiest thing is to just physically get rid of people, and people who prefer a more luxurious method mainly use hallucination magic.
If the latter method was mobilized, even now, the humans walking around the building might be messing with me while watching me under the hallucinatory spell.
For example, trying to open a bag and take out gold coins. It was possible if it was a hallucinatory magic that overlapped the five senses rather than simply showing illusions.
The gold coins in this bag were worth spending such complex hallucinations on.
The method of destroying hallucinations was simple. Using dispel magic, or inflicting a certain level of physical pain on a target affected by a hallucination.
But for me, both were impossible ways to break.
First of all, I can’t use magic, so the option to use dispel magic is of course excluded.
‘And the physical pain… … .’
He grabbed the index finger of his left hand and bent it with the back of his hand. With the sound of my knuckles being shattered, my fingernails touched the back of my hand, but I didn’t feel any pain.
It was just that my finger was broken, and I recognized it in my head.
Whether or not I have collapsed eyes, the super-regeneration ability worked and the bent joints went back to normal. The foreign body feeling that the fingers did not move properly disappeared as well.
Tsk, he clicked his tongue. This was the problem. Since everyone has become insensitive to moderate pain, there is almost no means to feel physical pain.
I didn’t even know when was the last time I thought about being sick. Maybe it would be faster to count in hundred years.
If I was correct in guessing that all of these situations were hallucination magic, the means by which I could overcome this voluntarily were virtually non-existent.
Either the caster’s mana runs out, or they leave the building. You have to choose this extreme method. In the worst case, of course, even the act of leaving the building is a hallucination.
Of course, everything is under the premise that I’m under a hallucination spell. If he just emptied the whole place to fuck me, there was no answer.
‘Should I search the other floors first?’
I don’t know how the matter of trying to find a new identity got so twisted.
“How wonderful, my dear.”
With the sound of the door closing, Charlotte let out a voice full of ecstasy. Her body, tightly wrapped in a black uniform, trembled with difficulty.
A sigh of exhaled pleasure was buried in it. His eyes, which were swollen, were wet with tears. Heat overflowed from his half-open mouth.
The place where Charlotte was sitting was the desk. As soon as the boy enters this place, it is the first place his eyes go to, and at the same time, the center of this large room.
With both arms propped up against the desk and one leg crossed, Charlotte had pictured the boy from the moment he entered the room until now without blinking in her mind.
Nothing else mattered to Charlotte. Only the boy came here and reminded me of the possibility of illusion magic. That was enough.
Since Charlotte had cast hallucination magic on this building, the strange logic was that thinking about hallucination magic was the same as thinking about Charlotte.
Charlotte, who had been trembling for a while at the pleasure of being alone, managed to regain her composure. Then, he lifted his butt off the wobbly desk.
Even after standing with her feet on the ground, Charlotte stared at the spot where the boy had left for a long time, as if she had no regrets.
Then, looking back, the atmosphere changed in an instant.
“Do you understand the sins of your years?”
It was a voice filled with terribly cold frost, as if it would freeze the space. Feelings of ecstasy and ecstasy were unknowingly gone.
The emotionless red eyes looked at the desk she had been sitting on just before. No, something with only the name of a desk.
The desk wriggled.
To be precise, human bodies piled on top of each other like desks wriggled.
Humans were the only ones making up something resembling the desk Charlotte had been sitting on just before. A human with all his limbs severed and only his torso and head remaining.
Blood flowed incessantly from the cross section of the severed shoulder and thigh. Thanks to this, the desk took on a contradictory color: flesh-colored and red.
Behind him sat a dark-haired woman. It would be more appropriate to say that he was nailed rather than sitting.
Where the eyes should have been, there were only two holes dug out in red. Blood flowed like tears from the black hole.
The nose, which was supposed to stand tall, was cut off, leaving only two holes, and the ears, which had been roughly ripped off, remained connected in a straight line to the flesh of the cheeks.
No teeth were attached to the gums visible through the parted lips. The place where the tongue should have been placed was empty.
Her hair, which had been tied together and finely braided, was no different from a wild hair that had been forcibly let loose. Originally, it would have been black, but now it was bloody, so it was closer to dark red.
“Didn’t Jim ask if he knew about the crimes you committed?”
As soon as she finished her words, an ice awl stuck in Marietta’s thigh. Marietta twisted back and forth as the excruciating pain radiated from her thigh.
More than a dozen awls of the same size were already lodged in Marietta’s thighs. It was a bonus that the pierced part froze as if it had been frostbitten.
“Or should Jim himself explain again what the sins of the four years were?”
Kwadeuk, this time it was the back of his hand. Marietta, whose tongue was pulled out and all her teeth smashed, could not even scream properly even if an ice pick pierced the back of her hand and got stuck in the desk.
Her palms were spread out. Where the fingernails should have been, only bloodied flesh was visible.
The ice picks in each knuckle held Marietta’s hands very firmly to the human desk.
According to Charlotte, death was the greatest mercy allowed to man.
And Charlotte had no intention of granting mercy to Marietta.
The silver-haired, red-eyed woman, as if death had been fully embodied in the world, began to take one step at a time toward Mariette.
“The first sin was to see the face of the man who dared to become my father-in-law.”
My eyes watered at those words.
“The second sin is to hear the voice of one who dares to become my father-in-law.”
My ears were ripped out with these words.
“The third sin is to speak with someone who dares to marry my wife.”
With these words, the tongue and teeth were pulled out.
“The fourth sin is sniffing someone who dares to be my wife.”
My nose twisted with these words.
“The fifth sin.”
Standing tall, Charlotte stopped walking. It was now only three or four steps away from Marietta.
“I dared to covet the person who would become my husband’s wife.”
The fifth and final sin. This was the real reason Charlotte had committed such atrocities.
The fact that the process of creating a new identity was passed on to Marietta without passing through her hands made Charlotte very displeased, but it was the method chosen by the boy, so she did not intend to take issue with the method itself.
If Marietta hadn’t made an attempt to keep the boy under her, Charlotte would have mercifully slit her throat.
At least, if she hadn’t tried to seduce the boy with a stimulant in her car, Charlotte would have had her own mercy and would have stopped tearing her body apart at once.
But Marietta didn’t.
He dared to seduce the boy, dared to keep the boy under him, dared to drink the boy with tea, dared to test the boy.
There was no way Charlotte could forgive that. As soon as he checked the memories he had pulled out of his head, he was so furious that he crushed Marietta’s entire body.
“Did you think Jim would forgive you for your actions?”
The chair Marietta was sitting on was made up of human arms and legs. It was a chair made by making a desk out of the torso and collecting the severed limbs.
The carpet, which had absorbed hundreds of human blood, created bloody bubbles whenever Charlotte stepped on it.
Human heads were displayed on the walls like stuffed animals, and the walls, ceiling, and floor were lined with blood that had already hardened.
Two days. It was a time when Marietta and her men had been brutally tortured. The blood that flowed for two full days had long since turned into bloody scabs.
Except for those that flow directly from the human body. Charlotte’s recovery magic never allowed them the mercy of death.
Especially Marietta.
Charlotte stared at Marietta for a moment with emotionless eyes, then turned toward the door.
Of course, I didn’t forget to expand Marietta’s senses before leaving. As the pain felt throughout his body amplified infinitely, the contortion of his body became much more intense.
After leaving the room dotted with human blood and flesh, Charlotte gestured to create a small mirror in the air. A beautiful girl with long silver hair and bright red eyes was reflected in the mirror.
Charlotte looked in the mirror and tidied up her appearance.
I checked to see if there was any blood splatter, and combed my hair here and there with a comb. She did a trick to make her lips stand out even more, and even sprayed a subtle perfume.
It’s absolutely perfect. Because Charlotte, Charlotte de Gargantua always had to show her best side.
I had already thought of what to say. 99% lies, 1% truth. It was Charlotte’s favorite method.
The 1% truth was that this woman named Marietta was doing business related to black blooded monsters, and the 99% lie was everything except that one.
That this woman named Marietta was doing business related to black blooded monsters, so she came to investigate it herself. That was enough.
The boy would never sympathize with this woman as long as she said that she was related to a black blooded monster. because it has always been
To the question of why you came directly, you can answer that you were not here. Because Charlotte has always been like that.
Charlotte created a magic circle with her usual arrogant smile.
Soon the magic circle lit up.
