CH 12

I lifted my eyelids while floating my unconscious mind in a comfortable backstroke posture. When I focused on the blackened vision, something fell on my cheek. It was like human sweat.

When I came to my senses, Deon, who had climbed on top of me, was sweating and frowning. When I met the red eyes that seemed to be slightly excited, a red flash came to mind.

On the nape of his neck, even at the tips of his temples, he was covered with cold sweat like a sick person.

“…..you.”

He smiled bitterly as if he was dumbfounded when he saw me, who had been frozen. I was definitely the one who collapsed, but it was Deon who breathed heavily as if it were painful.

I tried to move my body, but my wrist didn’t move. A strong grip on top of me gripped my wrist as if it would break. Of course, I felt only the grip, but I didn’t feel any pain, but it was a very strange thing.

I was in a dazed state for a while, and then all the memories came back.

I ordered Deon to kill me. That I decided to die. But I didn’t die.

Obviously, Deon could not have refused since he gave the order with command magic.

It was then. The red eyes that met my eyes became unusually pointed as bit the nape of my neck. A loud moan escaped from my lips.

Aaah.

Deon seemed to know that I couldn’t feel pain and decided to give me something else instead of pain.

As the hot and soft lump swept down the nape of her neck, her half-downed eyelids fluttered open at the unfamiliar sensation, and her toes curled up as if searching for a place to hide.

Haaa. Ahhh.

In the still silence, the two people’s excited breath echoed. The nape of her neck, which he had tasted once, was better than he thought.

The moistened lips caressed around the white and thin neck as he was sucking it. It’s strange. I bit my lower lip to block it as much as possible, but strange breaths kept leaking out between my teeth.

“Fuck.”

The problem is that it stimulated Deon even more.

“…Deon, what the hell…”

In the end, he slammed his molars into the back of my neck and squeezed my wrists even harder. The pain was not felt. I just felt the touch of something cold and sharp piercing my skin.

I gasped under him like a deer caught in the back of my neck by a predator. Aside from the fact that the command didn’t work, I didn’t understand why he suddenly changed like this.

He was a man who always looked at me with contempt but waited quietly. Something was strange. It was clear that the liquid he had drunk earlier caused a change in his body.

“Deon!”

When I clenched my fist until it turned white, I could feel his wide back, which was like a bear, flinch lightly. He drew on his remaining self-control, breathing hard, and gripped my wrist as if it would break.

“….Officer.”

The hot breath melted my ears. The strange and dizzying goosebumps pierced my brain and shook my shoulders. There was deep anger in the low, forked voice.

“You can never die on your own will, Lemony.”

He finally took off his lips that he was digging into the back of my neck. My whole body froze as I sensed an eerie obsession in the red eyes that finally appeared.

The command magic didn’t work for Deon.

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After that, Deon crumpled his face as if in pain and ran out. The shackles had already been broken. Perhaps the shackles had been broken beforehand when I passed out. But even after Deon left, I couldn’t get up easily. 

The bodies stretched around me, creating an ominous tomb.

It wasn’t until a long time later that I realized I wasn’t dead.

I also realized that it doesn’t hurt. And the moment he tried to kill me, I realized he was struggling to live.

“You can never die on your own will, Lemony.”

His words poured out like a curse made me laugh. What this man wanted was not Lemony’s death but just Lemony’s madness.

And I wanted to see that too.

Swallowing my saliva, I turned my head and saw that my hands were shaking like thorn trees. This was no longer the situation in the novel. The original story has changed, and I can no longer know the flow of events going forward.

Because I possessed Lemony. My soul has come into the body of Lemony.

So where’s the real Lemony?

The tsunami, which had been quiet due to the sudden question, overwhelmed the whole body. I opened my mouth slowly, raising my upper body in a strange sense of wonder.

Why have I never questioned it?

Usually, if I look at Ropan’s novels, the character I possess is possessed by me in the real world, or whether the soul has moved somewhere. Then Lemony’s soul may be alive now.

Where is the real Lemony’s soul? Was she aware that I was being treated like this instead of her?

As this world, which I thought was a novel, came to reality, anger suddenly surged against the character Lemony. It was enough to make me swear.

When I barely raised my upper body, I felt something hot and sticky in my neck. It was a bloodstain. After biting and sucking for a long time, he must have bitten the back of my neck.

As I naturally searched the drawers of the drawing room as if I was taking a shower after waking up in the morning, I roughly wrapped my neck and shoulders with a bandage and tied them tightly. Is this the right way to stop bleeding?

I don’t know my physical condition because I don’t feel any pain.

Then, among the terrifying corpses, a notebook stood out.

I was wondering if I should read it or not, but it won’t hurt me to read it. After making up my mind and gritted my teeth, I prayed for their souls in my heart and lifted up the notebook with my fingertips.

It was not easy to open a bloody notebook. It wasn’t easy, but it had to be done.

August 7, Imperial Year 102.

There are 351 days left to leave this floor. One year minus exactly 14 days. With the money I saved while working as a prison officer, if I went down to the southern provinces with my family, I would be able to live a simple life in a small house. I hope every day passes quietly for the rest of the time. 

It was probably the diary of a dead prison officer.

I wish I had some good information.

It was to the point where I thought it was rude to read it because it was a personal thing. It was when I decided that I shouldn’t read it anymore even for the sake of the deceased, so I tried to put the notebook back into the deceased’s pocket. A familiar name was mentioned in the following content that I encountered by chance.

August 12, Imperial Year 102. 

Lemony, a former noble who is also famous in Building C, must have a thorn in her mouth if she doesn’t have an accident, even for a day. I knew it. It would be nice to pass quietly for the rest of the year, but B officer is the problem. Prison officer Lemony, who infiltrated Building C using noble prisoners, was caught looking for berserk drugs in the control tower. I asked her why she was looking for a berserk potion, but there was no answer. However, Lemony’s face turned pale, not to match her nickname “Crazy Bitch”. What the hell is going on?

While reading the text, I slowly frowned. The strange behavior of the extras that were not noticed in the novel was written here.

August 31, Imperial Year 102.

Officer Lemony in Building B is strange these days. She used to be a weird person, but maybe it’s because she’s suffering from ‘painlessness’. Lemony, who had been protesting for a berserk potion for several days, escaped when the prison refused to accept it.

What?

The place she was caught was a deserted cave. At the time of her discovery, she was sitting in a magic circle drawn with white chalk. The moment I met the shining purple eyes that shimmered through her tangled hair, she reminded me of a witch who is now said to be gone. Dragging helplessly in the center of her magic circle, she kept muttering something until she arrived at the prison. I had to run away. She said….

Tuk. The dull noise of the notebook quickly being covered filled the silence. After staring at the dark red notebook for a while, I pretended not to notice my trembling hands and hurriedly put the notebook into the deceased’s pocket.

Things have turned out weird.

Apparently, in the original novel, Lemony was only portrayed as a perverted psycho extra who enjoyed sadistic behavior until the systems at Dreys Prison collapsed. However, if you look at the Lemony written in this notebook now, it looks like an animal being led to a slaughterhouse, let alone pervert?

Why is it different from the original? What’s the difference?

The hypothesis that just came up was that the point of view of the world I am currently in is not the point of time in the ‘original’, but that Lemony, who died, came back to life after returning and noticed something. Otherwise, her changed behavior could not be explained.

Berserk potion. Berserk potion…

Did it say Lemony tried to find it in the control tower? I ran into the corpse’s arm while rushing to find the berserk potion, but I wasn’t particularly afraid anymore.

When a person has a goal, their vision narrows along with a strong impulse. At this time, my blurry eyes, which had been just trying to run away from Deon without a goal, came into focus.

When I opened the drawer right in front of me, all sorts of things spilled out. A quill, a notebook, and even a chocolate bar left over from working overtime. I searched through all the drawers in the drawing room, but couldn’t find it. While sweating, something caught on my heel, which was naturally backward.

It was an empty glass bottle. The round shape, which seemed to run out quickly after about five sips, was thick with light green liquid remaining between the glass. At that time, I was also busy, so I passed it roughly, but I think Deon drank it.

Turning the glass bottle revealed a familiar warning phrase. A wolf-like beast with a large mouth was wide open, and an X-shape was drawn strongly with a red line on it.

It was exactly as described in the original. It was the berserk potion.

Maybe Deon found the berserk potion while looking for a way to ignore the command magic to kill me. But when he took the medicine, I ordered him to kill me, so he disappeared in a hurry.

Whatever his intentions were, there were only two answers now.

Try to die again.

Or survive.

Only the sound of an anxious clock filled the silence.

It was 12:01.

I don’t know if 24 hours have passed, but maybe command magic has become possible.

A person who has a goal changes blindly. Looking for the real Lemony. Find the cause of the wrong of the original novel. And go back to the original world. I blew the whistle as hard as I could as I stared at the clock.

“…Come back, right now, Deon”

I need to get out of this damn prison.