Chapter 10 - Chapter 3 : The Worm-Eaten Rose (5)

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"Your voice is quite loud. Iburiel... I didn't misremember your name, did I?"

"...Hmph. What of it, monster?"

"Before, you hurt me a lot, so this time I'll teach you what it feels like to be bullied. I'm going to dig out your vocal cords."

Though the words were cruel and heartless, Iburiel detected a glimmer of "hope" in them.

"Hey, you maid! If you're seeking revenge, just come for me! Do whatever you want... I beg of you! Spare the others!"

"Stop, Gagaran!!"

A very pure kind of confusion.

"Huh? Why would I tell Mom to let go of the prey she caught?"

"Prey..."

"Mhm, that's you guys. Besides, you're the ones Lord Ainz decided to dispose of—there's no way any of you are getting out of here alive."

Hope burst like a soap bubble. Iburiel clenched their fists so tightly that bones let out faint creaks.

"...What's more... you haven't forgotten, have you...?"

Suddenly, a strange, hideous sound emanated from beneath Andromache's mask. It was the true voice Iburiel had heard before—Andromache's own tone.

Rough, as if mixed with a cacophony of noise, unbearably heavy... an ugly voice.

"...You haven't forgotten, have you? I haven't forgotten for a single moment... 'No one would want you by their side.' That's what you said... isn't that right?!!"

No one would want you by their side.

Every time Andromache recalled those words, the mental agony she endured was far more terrifying than the pain inflicted by Insect Kill.

In fact, if given a choice, she would surely choose to be bathed in Insect Kill forever. Because that would be happier.

The root of her suffering stemmed from an undissolvable "doubt".

Edoma felt that Lord Ainz did not harbor any feelings of dislike towards her, but who could be certain?

—Her creator, the equally Supreme Being Genjirou-sama, had left her, hadn't he?

Could it be because he despised her existence?

Despised her so much that he had to leave?

Was she a failed creation?

But she couldn't possibly ask the remaining supreme being such a foolish, disrespectful question. It would be an affront to the supreme being, a challenge to his authority.

...And what if

What if the answer was affirmative?

"I am someone who is despised." — Such an answer.

"Tolerating you by my side is merely out of consideration for others." — Such an answer.

"It's all your fault that my friend chose to leave." — Such an answer!!!

—Fear.

Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear.

Fear! Fear!!

If you despise me, then kill me, but why leave me...

If you despise me, then annihilate me, but why abandon me!

In the endless cycle of fear and confusion, the thought of self-destruction had crossed her mind. But her existence belonged to the supreme being, and self-destruction without permission would be the utmost disrespect—perhaps it would even lead to Lord Ainz truly developing feelings of aversion.

No comfort, no answers, no possibility of confession—she mustn't drag her sisters into the same hell she inhabited.

Finally, Edoma reached her conclusion.

The one who sowed the seeds of disaster must be punished. Ivelair must taste the same despair.

"...You must... feel... despair that sears into your bones...! Not a single one will be spared... I won't let any of your comrades escape...!"

"—Mother!!!"

The voice, though harsh and hideous, was torn from the depths of her soul.

Iburiel could not fathom Edoma's emotions.

But she didn't need to. Reality, the cruelest reality of all, had already raised its blade against them...