âWhy is your hair blue? As far as I know, if itâs this bright blue, you should be dead. Youâre alive, right? Thereâs no way a dead mermaid is breathing outside.â
I hardened for a moment, and let go of his hand that touched my body. Phileal was behind my back, his chin almost touching my shoulder.
âHow, how do you know that?â
âBecause Iâm also a bishop. I donât know about ordinary priests, but when you become a second-class bishop, there are many things that God teaches you.â
I was at a loss for words as Phileal speaks shyly. I lifted my hand for a moment and looked back, and he didnât even step back without noticing. He kept staring at my hair curiously, but no matter how I looked at it, it felt terrifying, like a curious white snake.
Because he was looking as if there was no malice in it. It was such a creepy feeling, as if an innocent little child who knew nothing and wouldnât do anything bad.
âI want to touch your hair.â
âDonât be ridiculous.â
âNo matter what you ask, I will tell you the truth.â
No matter how, it was clear that this person was different from the normal priests of death. Many of the priests of death that I have seen, heard and experienced had a lack of sociability. As if the part of their brain where they used to communicate with others was completely broken.
Like a collection of sociopaths, not caring of othersâ losses if itâs for oneâs own gain.
That was basically the usual priests of death that I knew. Such a friendly way of trying to exchange something or requesting a transaction was impossible.
Besides, I thought I now understood why Lewarren had been refusing to tell me anything properly. So I had no options left.
I blew my chance last time, so Iâd rather ask now. Obviously, if I used up all my energy on my body, there was a high chance I would faint again.
And today, if possible, I donât want to faint. Lewarren is sick, so I have to take care of him. Even though Lewarren wonât tell me anything, heâs like family to me.
At that, he slowly reached out. And then.
âKyaah! Why are you pulling my hair out!â
âYou said youâd let me touch it.â
âI let you touch it, not pull it out!â
âBut I donât want to touch anything thatâs sticking to your face.â
âAre you really crazy?â
Whenever this happened, I felt especially frustrated that I wasnât in my original body. Priest of death or whatever, my original body would have broken his wrist the moment he tried to pluck my hair.
I tried to glare at him with anger, but it was to no avail. He was so excited, he flicked his hand and turned on the lights around him. Then he was staring at my hair that was shining below the chandelier.
My hair got pulled out, so my scalp was in a throbbing pain. Then it quickly got better, it was clear that this body received the love of the Goddess of Life.
âIf Kylian brings Lady Anais back to life and kills her again, the priests of death will be abandoned, so are you cooperating?â
âWhy do you think so?â
âOf course I think so. The business is over, is there any reason to have a dangerous group of people like you around?â
He still couldnât take his eyes off my hair. He glanced at this side, smiling innocently, as if holding the holy grail.
âI didnât put any conditions on which question to answer.â
âStill, I want to get close to you, so Iâll tell you.â
I was about to say something, but I held back. He lowered the hand holding my hair, put my blue hair in the handkerchief in his arms, folded it up, and put it back into his clothes. As I looked at that bizarre act, my eyes met his as he smiled mischievously.
âWe will never be abandoned even if Lady Anais comes back to life.â
âI answered once, I wonât answer the second question.â
Phileal was standing behind my back again, so it was obvious that he wouldnât answer, so I stretched out my hand to my lying original body. His grip on the back of my hand weakened, so it made me feel better. Accustomed to gathering my divine power to my fingertips, he slowly transferred it.
âThank you for helping the high priest yesterday.â
He said so and didnât say anything further.
Fortunately, I was able to walk out without draining all my energy. The problem was that Kylian came back just as I was about to leave.
âOut of the way, Your Majesty.â
He blocked the door, and when I went to the right, he moved to the left, and when I was to the left, he moved to the right, so we unintentionally continued to stand in each otherâs way.
Thanks to that, even though the door was wide, I couldnât get out of it for a while. Neither was I very happy with this situation, but Kylian was already putting all his displeasure on his face.
Lilithâs necklace fell from my neck as I squirmed in. Watching the necklace roll at his feet, he bent down to pick it up.
âWhat the hell are you doing!â
He started ignoring me again. I got angry, but I knew that I wasnât in any position to be angry. The three of them are no longer on good terms in the same way that they used to be, and the original story got twisted. And Kylian would return to normal only after he revived me and then killed me again.
I walked over to pick up the necklace, which flew away in a flash, and reached out my hand.
What the heck, Kylian chased after me and trampled on it.
âAre you crazy? Youâre not going to remove your feet?â
âYou have no shame. You know what this is.â
âYour Majesty is the one who has no shame! How can Your Majesty do this to other peopleâs things?â
âOther peopleâs things?â
He smiled absurdly and gave even more strength to his feet. Along with the popping sound, there was also a squeaking sound as if the necklace had been smashed. The necklace Lilith had was made of citrine.
âIt wasnât yours after all.â
âWhat do you mean? If I wear it around my neck, it is mine.â
âSomehow your head turned blue and then became a birdbrain altogether. Even the way you speak has become so offensive.â
I grabbed his leg to forcibly remove it, but his muscular legs were so heavy that I couldnât even lift them with my own strength. After he rubbed his foot on what was underneath, he took his foot off, and beneath it were the remains of a horribly broken citrine necklace.
âItâs not enough that you dare to steal the gift that was meant for my wife, yet now youâre so proudly claiming that itâs yours. A birdbrain would be wiser than this.â
Phileal, who was looking around up until that point, slipped his arm between mine, clamped my shoulders and dragged me out. As I was being dragged out, I looked at Kylian, and he didnât even look this way, and was covering his face with his big hands as if he was frustrated and was facing the ceiling.
I was dazed as I was dragged down the hallway. I couldnât believe this was what Kylian originally intended to give me. It couldnât be. Itâs clear that this was just part of his plan to get under my skin. It didnât make sense that Lilith had a gift that Kylian would give me. Because that good Lilith wasnât the kind of person to take other peopleâs things like that.
I reacted harshly to the question Phileal asked without notice. I woke up properly as he slowly lifted me up. Whenever I looked at the closed door, the anger from before seemed to rise again.
âI donât know anymore.â
âIâm going to my room. Please open the door.â
âHuh? Canât you open it?â
The door of the Empressâs Palace is opened only by pressing and releasing divine power after collecting it in the palm of the hand. I can transfer the divine power anywhere in my body, but I couldnât release it by myself. That means whenever Lewarren was asleep now, I couldnât go in.
After staggering for a moment in dizziness, Phileal grabbed my back and stood me up. I didnât know if I should be thankful or annoyed.
âThank you. If you intend to pull out all my hair, you have succeeded.â
The hair on the back of my neck was pulled up, and my scalp was sore again. It was fine again soon though. Going back to my room, I took a closer look at Phileal, and he seemed a bit young.
âWhy did you become a priest of death?â
âWhy are you curious about that?â
âYou said you wanted to be close with me.â
âRight. So are you curious?â
Of course, I thought I could get more accurate information by using him. I thought it would be difficult to ask it from the sick Lewarren.
âI wished to kill my father.â
âThe god of death gives you different powers depending on what you offer. You know that.â
I stopped walking in surprise, looked at him, and he was smiling. I donât think itâs a conversation to be had with a smile.
He was bigger than me, so even though he looked like an adult, the expression on his face was like a child, so I felt strange.
âI hated my father. He had beat my mother every day.â
âI got hit every day, but it was tolerable for me to get hit. I am very strong.â
I had to say something because I seemed to have asked something I shouldnât, but I couldnât open my mouth. The sun was shining around the Empressâ Palace, so the surroundings were not dark. I felt strange because I could clearly see him smiling like the sun.
âThen I came back from an errand sent by my mother, and found out that my father had killed my mother. So I ran to the god of death that way and offered my soul. My father was the price for my strength.â
âOf course, I did the final thing myself. I had to follow the procedure to bring my father and offer him as a sacrifice.â
âThanks to that, back then, I just came of age, but I became the second bishop.â
âI have no regrets. Now I know that my mother sent me an errand because she was afraid I might get hit. My only regret is that I didnât become a priest of death any sooner. If I had sacrificed my father right away, my mother would still be alive.â
What he said was baffling to hear, but I couldnât tell whether these words were true or false because he just kept smiling. But considering the weight of the power the god of death gave Phileal, it didnât seem like he was lying.
âBy the way, how are you feeling? Anais Percival?â
âHow does it feel to be in someone elseâs body?â