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âŠI heard a voice. It was impossible. I didnât want to hear anything anymore.
ăâŠThis is why I said you should be mine or sneak away from this town. I respect you, and I thought we would be good friends. Iâm not lying, you know.ă
I thought I had heard the same voice not long ago, but it was very nostalgic. It sounded like he was talking to me for a long time.
Why? Who is this? Why would you say such a thing?
The compliment was nice. But anything he said seemed pointless.
I wasâŠ
At that moment, I, who used to be Layla, could sense things again.
It was pitch black. In the first place, I was decapitated. Just like the maid, who I had killed in the same room.
Didnât I die?
I couldnât move my body. I didnâtâ even know if I had one. All I knew was that someone was very close to me, talking to me in a very comforting voice.
Who are you? What are you saying?
I didnât want to stop listening. I wanted to see his face. When I thought about that, I could start to see a blurry outline.
Thatâs right. Those eyes. That nose. That horn. That voice.
ăElliotâŠ?ă
ăThatâs right. You can call me the devil if youâd like, and I couldnât refute it. Even though it was for my own survival, I have killed a few people with my hands, and so many more without. Iâve turned countless women into monsters. Daria was a monster too, who you knew very well. âŠAre you surprised? You couldnât tell from her looks, did you?ă
Daria� A monster�
I didnât really understand what he was saying it. But that seemed to explain her disappearing right in front of my eyes. Come to think of it, Gratina and Lubreo said that Daria was the monster. I didnât understand it, but I accepted it. Maybe my confusion was showing, as he said:
ăâŠA long time ago. She was attacked by the mercenaries who ransacked her village. She was ravished, and chopped up to pieces. By the time I had run over there, she had nearly bled to death. Those mercenaries were hired by House Lambert⊠They were after the mining rights. Daria and I are from the mining village of Grandle.ă
Thatâs right. Elliot said that he knew Princess Olivia, a long time ago. Princess Olivia had vanquished the monsterâŠ
ăOh, it looks like youâve figured it out. Thatâs right. I was the local who ended up saving Olivia, Earl Abramâs niece and paladin. And what you know about the incident is only half true.ă
The familiar, teasing grin returned to Elliotâs face. It felt nostalgic, and lonesome⊠And I didnât know why. My brain wasnât working. I still couldnât feel my body. I was so, so tired.
ăYouâve figured it out, havenât you? The supposedly vanquished master of the Man-Eating Dungeon wasnât Daria, but me. Well, long story short, Olivy and I made upâŠă
Elliot was trying very hard to convince me of something. Nunna trying to wake me up, when I was still sleepy in the morning. âŠAll of the sudden, an inexplicable sorrow washed over me.
ăShe was in danger of being assassinated. Still, she had no place to run to. Just like you didnât, yesterday. The one who order the assassination was⊠I donât have to say it, do I? You know it more than anybody.ă
ăMy master, weâre ready. âŠWow, she reallyâŠă
I could hear someone in the distance. I had heard of her voice before. Someone was in the corner of my eye⊠A woman with elongated ears⊠I couldnât tell who it was, but she seemed familiar.
ăOh, thank you. âŠAre you surprised that sheâs here? I canât blame you⊠Well, itâs a long story.ă
I still couldnât tell. Apparently, I did know her, though.
ăAnd if you donât understand⊠Donât worry about it. All I did was have her set us up. So I could see you⊠Used, betrayed, and decapitated.ă
With those words, something deep in my mind started bubbling back to the surface. Luby, Nunna, Daria disappearing, andâŠ
In the corner of my eye, I could see a headless female body strewn by Elliotâs feet.
Thatâs me⊠Thatâs my body. Thereâs no head. Where is it? How am I looking at my body?
ăYou might already know this, but I⊠The monster of the Man-Eating Dungeon can pour magic into people and turn them into monsters. You were ravished by me, over and over, until you nearly turned into a monster. So, youâre holding to life with a thread. More accurately, youâve conjured it.ă
My world shook. Perhaps I was about to break. Elliot stretched out his hands and cupped my cheeks. His face grew closer, and his eyes were shimmering. I felt like I was being pulled into those powerful eyes.
ăSo, let me ask you again. This world isnât pretty. Even in the water gate city of Abram has a sunny side and a dark side. Itâs like a spiderâs web. Youâve lived your whole life in the sun, and after you involuntarily peeked into the shadows, you were swallowed up.ă
He forced a villainous grin, but he still looked lonely, somehow.
ăYou have a choice. You can be devoured, or join the spiderâs team. Those are the only two options I can offer you. If you just want to wait for death to come take you, it would be a shame, but I wouldnât stop you. Forcing you on to my side doesnât gain me anything. It would just make me nervous. And, it would probably make you unhappy, too. Iâm a villainous monster, after all.ă
Why did Elliot say such a thing? Why didnât he just take what he could?
ăBut if⊠You have even the slightest bit of feelings for me⊠If you believed in me, for even a second⊠Itâs not impossible to take you in. Thereâs not much time to think, though. So make a decision. I want you to choose me. So, let me say this again. âŠBe mine, Layla.ă
âŠThat was what I had always wanted, but never had. I liked Elliot. I couldnât conceal that anymore. ButâŠ
ăWhy me? Dariaâs dead because ofâŠă
ăThat doesnât matter! Daria made her own decision, and stuck to it. No matter how much I wallow in regret, I will never deny that. Besides, Iâm a villain. You are worth something to me, and I canât stand to lose someone like you.ă
Maybe I was just looking for a shoulder to lean on. After being forsaken, maybe I was just looking for a branch to rest on. But, if he still wanted someone like meâŠ
ăâŠIâm not a knight, anymore.ă
ăI heard. And I canât get you back that title.ă
He already knew. I didnât know who he had heard it from, but I could see that he was holding back, somehow.
ăSo⊠I have no one to swear my loyalty to. Will you accept my swordâŠ? Even if itâs justâŠă
ăI will. Say no more.ă
Elliot smiled happily, and held my head up in his hands⊠And kissed me.
ăNow⊠Iâm going to bed you, ravish you, and turn you into my monster. Layla, my knight⊠Welcome to the spiderâs web.ă
???
On the day of the spring festival, Princess Olivia was to officially inherit the water gate city of Abram. This day, her fiancĂ© was revealed to be Lord Lubreo, head of House Lambert. Their marriage would take place at the same time. This long awaited cheerful news caused some excitement in the city. There were some subtle incidents that had been taking place in Abram since the parade, shifting the power dynamics of the city nobles and the merchants in the city, as well as Abramâs dynamic with other cities in the nation. Some astute individuals would have noticed the current underground changing.
The small-scale battles between the next-door Rodania were gradually growing, and people were growing more and more anxious of the full-scale war that was to come. Which was precisely why people clung to news more worthy of celebration.
Oliviaâs room now had some decorations for a change, and there were more people sleeping in her room. The fact that Olivia was practically living together with her fiancĂ© was an open secret in court.
Lubreo, the head of House Lambert, had been attacked a few days after the parade. While he survived, his entire body had been burned severely. Doctors order him to rest for a considerable time. His home, the manor, had also been attacked. Although most of his men were unharmed, he lost everything sentimental to him. It was at that time that Olivia took Lubreo in, and took care of him in her room.
They had both been attacked, and they each protected the other with their life. It was only natural that they would be attracted to each other.
In the bars of the water gate city, the bards obsessed with competing songs of their love story. Of course, they all sung of the monster of the mining village, spies from enemy nations, and the mad female knight who lost herself in the forbidden lust for her master, all coming between them. No one cared if any part of the song reflected reality.
It was only after their engagement being announced that Lubreo started making public appearances again. Lubreo, who had remained behind doors for over half of a year, had lost a lot of weight form the lengthy recovery, and even looked smaller in stature. In addition, perhaps for the burns, he had bandages all over his body and face. Still, he waved to the crowd to let them know that he was recovering.
That day, a plan to expand the walls of Abramâs New Town, a plan to reconstruct the underground waterways, a tax cut for business, and a new policy to organize the slums outside of the walls, as well as to give the lower class housing and jobs were all proposed under Oliviaâs name.
No one believed that all of these would come to fruition, but it was received well that these policies showed the intention to fix the problems that everyone was worried about. They were received as a declaration of Olivia and her husband Lubreoâs political prowess.
One of the policies proposed to combat poverty was the restoration of the mining village of Grandle, as well as the reopening of the steel mines.
The village by the border, which had become a terrifying place full of monsters had been subdued by Olivia, and Lubreo would lead the revitalization.
???
ăElliot, youâre alive. You lucky bastard.ă
He sounded genuinely happy. He didnât seem to be lying. He could keep things separate in his mind. A chilling night breezes passed the window. It was the night after the parade. Elliot was in a guest room in the castle of the water gate city of Abram. His entire body was covered in bandages, and an ice pack rested on his forehead. The poison that seeped in through his wound was kicking up a storm in his body.
ăUsing his items, I had Elliot play my double in the parade. I apologize for not informing you beforehand, butâŠă
Interrupting Olivia on his side, Lubreo bowed.
ăNo, you made the right call. If I had known, the people of Lambert would have known. I trusted Layla. I couldnât⊠See the truth. If I had known, you would have been in danger.ă
Lubreo was dressed in black. By this time, he had already been told of the tragedy that took place in Lambert Manor, so he was in mourning. Same for Gratina, the housekeeper who stood by his side like his shadow.
Olivia, the target, came out without a scratch. Even if Elliot, the double, had died, it only meant that he had served his purpose. No matter how one felt personally, a public figure was expected to act under that assumption. So, neither Olivia nor the knights by her said a word about the health of the double. It was out of the ordinary for Lubreo to come check on Elliot in the first place. Elliot seemed conscious, but just barely. He didnât say a word.
ăWeâve shown him to a doctor and a priest. His life was saved, thanks to miracle of the river goddess⊠But the poison has infected him deeply. Itâs too early to know if heâll make it.ă
Lubreo nodded with sincerity as Olivia explained. He had many qualities about him that were unheard of for a future head of a noble house.
ăLady Olivia, Iâm afraid weâll have to ask you to see a doctor, as well.ă
A knight spoke at her side, and Olivia replied, annoyed:
ăI already did, yesterday. Why must I, again?ă
ăJust because there were no symptoms yesterday⊠Apparently, some symptoms might have only appeared today. I was told that regular exams would be required⊠And, the night is getting darker.ă
Lubreo had come at night, no less, right after hearing that Elliot was alive. This in itself was unheard of.
ăRight, I apologize for visiting at such a time. Iâll be leaving soon. âŠItâs peculiar that I had met this man through the traitor Layla⊠But I highly respect this man. And for him to end up like thisâŠă
ăâŠExcuse me, sir.ă
Olivia left, lead by the knight. Her staff followed, leaving a single maid behind, who was stationed there to care for Elliot.
Once the door closed, Gratina spoke to the maid, and charmed her with her Cursing Eyes.
ăYou will not acknowledge nor remember what is about to happen. Itâs all right. Nothing bad is going to happen.ă
Leaving the incapacitated attendant, the housekeeper turned back to Lubreo. He nodded silently, and gestured to Elliot, sleeping on the bed.
ăElliot, Iâm glad that youâre alive. That being said⊠You may know too much. Iâm not going to kill you, but I have to keep you tied down⊠An insurance policy, if you will.ă
Lubreo spoke as if he was playing a casual prank.
ăBesides⊠It looks like Olivia has the hots for you, too. Youâre wanted by my future wife, me, and that monster⊠Youâre quite the stud, you know.ă
With that, he left the chair by the bed to Gratina. With her slender fingers, she opened Elliotâs eyes a crack, and stared into his eyes.
ăNow, look at me⊠Now, you willâŠă
When the attendant came to, the head and housekeeper were leaving the room. It was inexcusable not to notice, and letting them leave without a word would show disrespect. She hurriedly tried to bow, but the Lord Lambert held up a finger to his mouth, ordering her to remain quiet.
ăI know youâre tired too, but keep at it. That man is too good to let die.ă
The door opened, and the footsteps of the escorting soldier could be heard. After a deep bow, she could hear the door close. In the room, there was only her and the man staring up and lost in thought on top of the bed.