#isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better novel side Story Chapter 11

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 11

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-Sh*t. Where else I am? Why did this happen again!

I certainly didn't say it out loud, but my thoughts echoed through the space.

-Is it the unconscious world?

As if I did an echo setting, my thoughts echo in the air again.

- Rosary, weren't you on my side? That's a lot of power from my long past life!

While feeling absurd, Lock Visconti came into my sight, and I shut my mouth and held my breath. To see it in a dream and to feel it vividly like a 4D screen is a different feeling.

… He looks just like the real Isidor. Although his personality over there seems a little more sassy.

It also felt like a preview of Isidor's 30s.

-Isn't this the level where you have to pay a fee?

I followed him as he strode down the hallway, as if possessed.

Standing still, Lock Visconti, clutching the doorknob, closed his eyes, took a long deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

He clenched his teeth until his chin bulged out. He seemed to be holding back his tears.

In the room, there was Naila, who was running out of time.

On the day of the decisive battle when the red moon rose, the great demon came down to the ground with his corps, and many people were killed and injured.

Amidst the abyss, Nyla managed to defeat the demon, but it was not a real victory. I used my body full of strong divine power as a vessel to absorb and neutralize the power of the devil.

And as a result of the aftermath, Nyla lived a limited life. She said that the magic that had entered her body began to contaminate her organs as well.

“Come.”

Naila smiles at the man with a pale face. I felt so desperate for how to smile, so if I had tear glands now, I would have cried unintentionally.

“It snowed today. It's cold, it's terribly cold.”

Locke Visconti said bluntly, wiping the snow from my shoulder.

“Still, it was bleeding.”

He held the folded flower in open purple paper in his thin hand.

as if to be strong.

“It’s your favorite lavender.”

“thank you.”

Her fingertips, which were stained black by the magic, trembled finely.

“Don’t say that like a habit. Tell me what starts with 'sa'. It's the best thing you've ever heard To be honest, I can't hear any other words.”

“Hey.”

“Uh, there it is.”

“… I remember?”

“What.”

“The story of the next life.”

Nyla had a firm belief that there would be a next life. It was also a premonition of a saint who was most closely connected with God.

“Remember, you said you were going to be a bad girl next time? good luck I will stick by your side and support you. It would be nice if the flies didn’t get entangled.”

“… Hehe.”

“Even if you laugh like a fool, it's annoying because it's cute.”

“… I love you.”

“me too.”

Lock Visconti's voice settles low.

The two took a deep breath while holding each other's presence.

how much time has passed

The man's breath was rough with sorrow, and thinned like a soft hidden gift of a woman.

And by the end of it, she was so weak that he could no longer feel her presence.

Then came the deep darkness. It was an abyss without a single light.

Even though it was definitely the last in my memory, I was silent for a while, engulfed in deep emotions.

That was then.

- Deborah... .

-Oh, that voice!

The wet voice that flowed from the rosary illuminates the darkness and spreads like ripples. Thump thump, the constriction of the blood vessels and the sensation of the whole body trembling shook the detonator again.

-what is your identity? It doesn't seem like I'm going to teach you anything.

An unidentified voice answered my words.

-I know you well, now you're Deborah, you were once Yoon Do-hee, you used to be Na-ila.

- How the hell do you... ?

- Because I watched.

- Did you watch? Could it be your ancestor?

- anc, your ancestors... !? If I had to define it in human language, I'm a 'body of thought'. Although it does not actually exist, it can be said that it is a form created by the gathering of aspirations.

He didn't like the title of ancestor god, so he hastily started introducing himself.

-desire?

-Yes. You in the past... I put the divine power into a pure white rosary with the desire to share the next life with the person you love.

- I remember that.

-So did Locke Visconti. The white beads hanging from the rosary were made by processing the fangs of the golden dragon that Locke loved.

-Oh My God. It was really precious.

The bones of dragons, which existed only in ancient times, are now very small.

-okay. A man I knew only hand carved the one and only heirloom and presented it to you. With the desire to share the future with you for a long time.

-Then, it means that you are a thought-form created by the meeting of the two's aspirations... ?

-right. It was always nestled in that rosary.

-So your voice sounds familiar.

Although her voice was neutral, there was a similarity to Naila's docile Han Woollim. So, as soon as the rosary was called, I may have stretched out my hand without realizing it.

-Yes. I have a lot to show you.

Once again, the past is vividly unfolding before your eyes.

Against the backdrop of a blood-red full moon, an evil voice resounded through the space, causing a terrifying chill.

- I'm up! House, damn you cheeky bastard, dare!Do you think it will end like this? You won't die pretty! You will suffocate as you struggle in the excruciating pain of rotting your organs! In the abyss, under the bridle of torment, I will struggle forever!

The voice of Lucifer, who has now disappeared.

The devil poured a curse with all his might on Naila, who used her body as a vessel to absorb magic.

- Oh, you bad bastard... . Guess who's not the devil?

The thought body sympathized with my words. a ripple.

- Because of the curse of Lucifer, who is attached to you like a demon, your soul falls into the abyss, out of the reach of the god. After wandering in the deep darkness for a while, he reincarnated in a different dimension, not where he was originally arranged.

“.....”

- Under unhappy circumstances.

- That was Yoon Do-hee.

-yes… .

Thought-form's voice subsided melancholy.

-And the body of Deborah, where your soul was originally supposed to go, will be occupied by an evil spirit.

- That demon, Deborah Seymour, who was doing all kinds of evil before I possessed it, right... ?

-Yes. Being an evil spirit from under Lucifer, he was selfish, violent, and was always vicious in seeing others do better than me.

The thought body spoke in a cold tone.

- And I was attracted to Pilaf, a soul with a color similar to mine.

- Where is the demon now?

-You, the original owner of the body, bounced back as you came back.

-Is she still here?

-The memories of being human were shattered, so she must have lost herself and returned to the form of resentment. Perhaps, when her master, Lucifer, perished, they perished together.

It was fortunate out of misfortune that the evil spirit was thrown away and left behind fragments of memories. Fortunately, it took less time to adjust to when I was possessed.

- You have to be precise! You didn't possess the character in the novel, but you returned to your place. to the place originally assigned to you.

The thought-body made waves in succession.

- Now everything is back in place. The journey has never been smooth, but... hell you did it.

The guy muttered.

-You don't know how much that damn evil spirit choked me when she pretended to be the soul of Mirju's daughter.

In fact, at the time of possession, Deborah was just one step away from the real family register.

-Oh, by the way, Mirju Seymour is the previous life of your father, Georges A Seymour. Mirju was the invitation of the Seymour family, and he was a great wizard who cared for you like his daughter. He is famous for his filthy personality, so if you had any welfare, you wanted to resemble that snake-like human.

-ah. I remember that... .

-Hmm, anyway, it was the worst situation, you destroyed Lucifer with divine magic. That's great.

It's strange to hear that someone has been watching me struggle, even empathizing with me, and telling me that I'm amazing. It wasn't a bad feeling. A little shy though.

- When your wish comes true, I wanted to meet you like this. Because I was a thought-form created by your soul, I was able to keep you up and running.

-Aha. So I pretended there was a problem. To call you back instead of me.

I was worried that the color of the sacred object had changed, but it turned out that this was a ruse devised by this guy.

- Hmmmm! I also mix with Lock's thoughts, so I'm not as kind as you.

The guy said as if making excuses.

- Are you that kind? I liquidated my hogu life. I don't know because I've been watching for a long time.

- That doesn't change the essence of your soul, but... Honestly, it's been an hour.

The thought body seemed to be truly relieved. It's true that it's hard to live in this tough world if you're just too kind.

-By the way, proverbs are great. Remember what Locke Visconti said, Deborah?

“ha. You'll have to be reborn twice to become a bit more toxic.”

To the question of the thought body, I answered yes, recalling what he had said in the past.

-Thanks to that proverb, you did not disappear in the abyss, but were reborn in the dimension that was nearby.

The guy added admiringly.

-I was half serious and half joking, I told you that you will have to be reborn twice to become toxic. I really hoped that you were reborn twice, and your soft personality became so poisonous.

- Yoon Do-hee's life was so spicy that I couldn't help but get excited.

Although Nyla had a harsh fate of being the savior of a dystopian world where demons run rampant, she still had a passionate love affair with the most handsome man in the world.

On the other hand, Yoon Do-hee... .

- It seems that you only studied for your family, a part-time job, an entrance exam, and a job hunting.

-By the way… Aren't you curious?

-What?

-Since Yoon Do-hee, who was born before you, left.

-!

I was startled. This is because, suddenly, the previous life that the thought body was watching began to flow in a fast-forward way before my eyes.

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