Dungeon Defense (WN)

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Barbatos and I. Two strange lives followed.

Barbatos has been visiting my castle for a week, full and twisted, quite often. But it was the first time we've been together as long as this. In a neutral sense, we were living together...... and a little bit more aggressively.

“Here, Dantalian. I tried boiling chicken soup today. ”

“ ……. ”

Newlyweds.

It was almost like that.

“It's really delicious to me. It's almost an art piece, but it's not an exaggeration. If you die eating, you won't get rid of the corpses, so eat slowly. ”

You brag and flatter yourself without Barbatos. Sometimes he seemed to be proud that he had poor breasts. I couldn't understand and didn't want to understand anyone who liked a fleshy body.

“…… Did you think you could cook? ”

“Well, I used to be a chef, but he said it was sentimental. I heard that any dish can be made well if you make it carefully with all your heart. I made it with a lot of heart. Of course it tastes great. ”

I looked down at the chicken soup on the plate.

I don't know why, but the color was flashing. A bubble burst from the surface of the soup. I don't know how much spice I put in. It smells strange.

Honestly, I was scared.

I've never been scared of cooking before, I'm not human.

“It seems like it captures life, not the mind.... ”

“Ahhhh? Your tongue is so damn high-end, you can't even cook something I made myself? ”

Unfortunately, there was a much scarier woman in front of me than chicken soup. Barbato's expression suddenly changes as if he was smiling in the bathroom. Even a professional assassin would be begging to pee right now if he saw Barbatos.

“Of course I'm glad I prepared it. Let me ask you just one question. Have you seen this liver? ”

“What are you talking about? I cooked it with my heart.”

There was a man here who didn't even look at the liver and showed me his first dish.

I grab the silver spoon with a trembling hand. The soup was gone. The fluttering sensation was felt real. It gave me goose bumps.

Pudding was more like a sticky pudding than a soup. Does Barbato really perceive this as a human-consumable food? The cornea was definitely damaged. Or brain damage. Looks like there's more chance of a latter.

“Don't be a dick and eat it. ”

“Ugh!? ”

Barbatos forces this side of the fence. I couldn't even think of rebelling, so I was forced to eat purple soup by Barbatos. I closed my eyes tightly and tasted the soup with my tongue.

For a moment, I drenched my tongue with a horrific flinch.

“…… surprisingly delicious? ”

“Right? I hear you have a conscience. ”

“The taste is filthy, but the taste is really good... …. ”

I felt like I was eavesdropping on the mysteries of the world.

Barbato had one meal every day. Sometimes, I only left a loaf of cheese on the wheat bread because I was annoyed. I tried to ignore it because I didn't have to eat food anyway, but I couldn't help but rush in, asking if I was ignoring myself. Putting the cheese on the plate was also thoughtful.

Shortly after, I realized Barbatos' purpose.

“Today is especially a lamb skewer. Thanks for the hard work. ”

“I don't know what kind of magic it takes to make a sheep's skewers green. ”

By eating once a day, there was some regularity in my daily life. A day or two ago, I was basically out of my mind. I didn't have to sleep, I didn't have to eat anything, so I just sat in the corner.

“Let's basically clean up and live, this burn. Dirty bastard. The house is occupying a lot of dirt. It's a wonder the nostrils didn't suffocate with a nostril. ”

“Don't tell me to clean up. ”

“Then I'm in charge of cooking, should I clean up? Just a few more minutes and you're gonna start yelling at me to help you get laid, huh? ”

Things have changed since the day Barbato arrived.

Even if I lost my mind, I had to get up once. Here, I added dishes, cleaning, and laundry. The day was established. At a time when it was unthinkable, the day turned into a day of piling up.

Time has passed.

But there was Barbato.

While painting.

“Dantalian. Don't I draw again today? ”

“…… shucks. I told you not to interrupt the painting. ”

“Portraits of other girls on a fictional day, and I'm just sitting there talking. This time it's your State Department. Laura last time. Last time, she was a bitch. When am I going to draw this? ”

“I'm sorry, we don't deal with living people at the store, sir. ”

“You vicious corpse fucker. ”

Barbato kicks his tongue.

Then I suddenly have a good idea. She raises the bar. Barbato stands slightly to the left of the canvas, and lifts the strap of his dress off with his finger. His shoulders looked soft and rough, so he seemed to break at least a little.

“How about this. ”

The dress slipped and fell.

White Nazis revealed.

Barbatos didn't wear underwear just because it's awkward. Sunlight comes in from the window and shines on her half of the time. The other half casts the shadow of a lightless mansion. In shady blue, Barbato reflects light.

“ ……. ”

I paused for a moment at the overwhelming contrast of shadows and light.

I felt a beating heart. I tried to give Barbato a pint for his pranks, but his lips wouldn't fall off. Angrily, she caught my eye perfectly. You can say you've been played.

Barbato smiles bitterly.

“Fool, are you going to draw another child instead of me? ”

I swear to God, I had to lift both my hands and feet.

Barbato made little adjustments to my day by means he could not resist. By the time I woke up, there was already a constant rhythm from morning to dawn.

We woke up the same early morning, sat at the same table and ate. While I was painting, Barbato played a violin or cello. And after all the housework, I lay in the same bed. Barbatos forced me to sleep a little.

“Dantalian!”

Of course, sleep was hostile to me.

When my mind became clouded, I almost unconditionally hurt myself. If you see anything sharp around you, grab a dagger or pencil and stab the back of your hand. I tore the flesh with my fingernails, even if I didn't have anything sharp.

Every time, Barbato hugged me tightly.

“It's all right. It's all right. Because I am. I will never disappear. Yes.”

“ ……. ”

“Dantalian. Everything will be fine.... ”

The seizures never stopped until I was exhausted and collapsed.

Sleeping was much more painful than waking up sane. The fact that I ended up as one person. Nothing was ever as bitter as the fact that it had already fallen. No doubt I was broken.

Despite Barbato's dedicated efforts, recovery was impossible.

It wasn't just me. Barbatos, too. Two hundred years of painful journeys have left her deeply hurt. Barbato is still, but his sweat runs cold. Sometimes I was unconscious and glowing. If I seizure in a self-inflicted manner, Barbatos groans as if it were overwhelming or painful.

“ ……. ”

At that time, I hugged Barbato.

As Barbatos did to me, I repeated that I was fine with whispering in my ear. After an hour or so, Barbato was exhausted. Every night for six to seven hours, we hugged each other until we were exhausted and collapsed…….

We've already broken too much.

It was a daily limit for Barbato and me. Mind. Body. There were no unpleasant twists everywhere.

“Oh, they're beautiful today. ”

Still, we desperately postponed the summit.

I manipulated everyday to last another day. I ate, walked, laughed and talked as if I were living a normal life. I exchanged horses. I mixed my flesh. Shame, swearing, vomiting, and a bitter smile.

A year passed quickly.

We haven't mentioned anything. I'm staying here for a year. Obviously, I made that promise. But now promises are meaningless. Neither Barbato nor I, even if I fell tomorrow, was strange.

I've heard so little about how Barbatos fooled me.

My goal of surviving in this world for just one more day has been to come close thanks to Barbatos. If Barbato disappears, I won't last three days and kill myself.

We were slowly crumbling.

However, they were collapsing towards each other, so for a moment, they were able to hold on to the other's body.

Slightly deferred.

“Dantalian. When the cherry blossoms bloom, let's go play. ”

“With a cart full of barrels? ”

“I knew it. I knew it. ”

We struggled silently to paint that deferred space.

Around the time when cherry blossoms bloom brightly on the back mountain, we always went to play. It soon became an annual event.

We took a whole barrel of booze and poured it all out. Two hundred years ago, I laughed, "Do you remember how stupid you and I were?" The two of them took off their clothes and rolled around under the cherry blossom tree like children. Everything was desperate.

I endured two years of hardship.

In the summer, I jumped into a puddle and played a game of water. Funny thing about Barbato, he had a good swimming jam. I was really scared when I grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him under the water. Barbatos was frightened very rarely, so he tried several times. I mean, until he kicked me in the balls.

In the fall, I enjoyed relaxing by using leaves as a bed. If I put on a thermostatically regulated mofo, it was not very cold. We lay face to face and looked up at the sky endlessly. Less words and less conversation followed, but we burst into laughter.

In winter, I waited for the cherry blossoms and quietly stayed in the mansion. It was also the season Barbato and I were most obsessed with hobbies. Barbato used to wear glasses because his eyes were bad, but strangely, he didn't want to show me his glasses. She was still a woman I didn't even know.

Time has passed.

Spring, summer, fall, winter.

I thought I wouldn't last five years, but I did last 10.

I have new memories for as long as I have more time.

Leaning back on that, I decided to hold on a little longer.

We suffered a lot.

You cried a lot without knowing it.

I managed to smile more than that.

17 years.

It was a miracle we both survived.

“Barbatos.”

“Yes, Dantalian. ”

We squeezed each other's hands without saying a word.

Neither of them told me, but I knew.

Now that the end has come right behind me.

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NineBreaker//Readers feel sad about your images of me. (...)

Yandere Cat//Hiya.

Marionette//in the image of your readers about me (omitted below).

Water//Yes, sir.

Dream Suite//That's right. That's what ranking patrons do all the time!

Thousands of angels. In fact, when Barbato attacked Dantalian for the first time...

Omicron//trust me. A clean space.

halem//I've made your readers' vigilance as sharp as a wild beast. I feel responsible (...)

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As shocked as O'Malley//Pymon was when he died.

Sorry I'm late.