After My Dead Ending

Naturally, the male protagonist of <Ophelia and the Night> came to mind. “Nicolas Diazi,” Norma’s younger brother and the current heir of the Diazi family.

I frowned at the thought of Nicholas.

“No… Why does he look so handsome when he looks so much like that bastard?”

Nicholas frowns when he sees me, and I do not know what he usually looks like, only to remember that his face is very dirty.

Even a child of the empire knew that the McFoys, who were about the same age as Diazi’s heir, hated each other, and it never occurred to me that the bastard was handsome.

Is it because of the difference between black hair and silver hair? Was silver hair my favorite?

Norma’s eyes were closed, so she couldn’t tell how old he was. Maybe he’d been asleep, so he didn’t age.

Norma Diazi must have been past the age of majority when he was cursed, which means he’s probably over 30 now.

I poked him in the cheek for nothing. It was soft.

“Huh.”

I withdrew my finger like it was on fire at the unexpected softness.

Is it possible… A 30-year-old man with soft skin. Why in the world is it so soft? I’ve only touched money until now. I’ve never touched a man before.

“… This is not the time for this.”

I almost forgot the situation I was in due to the unexpected facial attack. I came to my senses and examined Norma from head to toe and didn’t see anything special.

It was strange. If he was cursed, there had to be signs of it somewhere.

“… I can’t see it.”

There wasn’t. According to <Ophelia and Night>, a person with holy powers could tell if a person was cursed. It is said that the trace remains and is visible to those who can see it.

But there was no sign of a curse on Norma. I agonized, scratching the back of my head. Is it because these powers are not my own? Or did he not fall asleep due to a curse?

“… Don’t tell me. Are you just sleeping on your own will?”

“Ophelia?”

The sudden voice made me feel like my whole body was going to give out again. How many times has my heart dropped down just today?

I turned unnaturally toward the sound, my neck creaking.

Goddamn it. It crossed my mind, too, that it was better to abandon Norma.

He was short, thin, pale, had gentle eyes, warm green eyes, soft light brown hair, and he was a man who looked frail and harmless to anyone while he stood at the entrance.

It was Nyx.

“Aisa. What’s this?”

Ah-

“Why are you alone? I can clearly sense Ophelia’s holy power. Where is Ophelia?”

For ten years I’ve fantasized about catching and killing Nyx several times a day. It was like an old habit.

The chain of thought was simple: at one point, I felt crazy loneliness, I missed a happy moment, and suddenly I remember the moment when the whole family died on a happy day.

Then my stomach boiled with hatred for Nyx again, along with being filled with hatred for Ophelia.

This cycle always ended with imagining myself killing Nyx. I imagined tens of thousands of ways to catch and drag Nyx in front of me, tens of thousands of ways to kill him painfully.

But it was all imaginary. When I ran into the real Nyx himself, I couldn’t do anything.

That hasn’t changed since 10 years ago when he appeared on McFoy.

Calling me by name and pretending to be close to Ophelia, it was like a habit, asking where Ophelia is. All his various faces he had shown, pretending to be vague and harmless, were the same.

My mind went blank at once as if I were back in time, and I felt as if I had been stopped when a black hand had broken through the floor and pierced my body in an instant.

I vaguely thought that the fifteen-year-old girl who was dying without screaming and me I am now would be completely different. But I remained the same.

“What the hell are you looking at? Answer me. Where is Ophelia?”

Then Nyx turned to the man I was holding onto. Nyx, who recognized that it was Norma, scrunched his forehead at once.

“… Norma Diazi? How did you get him out?”

I couldn’t believe Nyx was talking to me casually, completely different from thousands of times I’d imagined it.

Inside I was screaming, hardly able to figure out how to move.

Should I be angry? Should I yell? Should I scream? Should I cry? Should I run away?

“Ah! After all, Ophelia is here! Where are you? Where is she now? She’s definitely close. Come on, Aisa.”

Then Nyx looked around, flushed.

“Ha…!”

It was then that I was able to laugh out loud. My head, which had been simmering, went cold in an instant.

“… Ophelia, Ophelia, Ophelia.”

“What?”

“Ophelia and you. Really, I’m sick of it.”

I lifted my head and pressed down on each letter. Nyx looked at me like that with a puzzled face.

“What are you going to do because you want to see Ophelia? Do you think she’s gonna collapse if you kill me in front of her? You pierced my stomach last time, so you’re gonna cut my throat this time? Do you think that’ll work?”

Nyx is firmly mistaken. Ophelia left McFoy and created her own solid world for 10 years. Aisa McFoy’s death can no longer bring Ophelia down.

Nicholas Diazi, unless you take that cocky bastard and kill him.

Of course, Ophelia will be deeply saddened by my death, but the fact is that it is only the power of awakening. Ophelia does not fall because of it. There are already more people than me, more of them who are more important than me.

‘I’m no longer her only family.’

Looking at it, it was my side that gave up first, but I felt miserable for no reason, so I opened my mouth more strongly.

“Ophelia’s not here. She’s not coming. She can’t. She can’t come unless you cut off my finger and decorate the ecliptic square.”

“Hey, McFoy.”

“If I could find her, I would’ve come sooner. She’s like that.”

Ophelia used to act as if she had a disease, one where she would die if she could not help people.

“What nonsense is that? Did you hit your head too hard? Are you crazy?”

“Ophelia can’t be found here.”

“Pfft! I know because you don’t have the powers, but if it’s Ophelia’s powers-.”

“No.”

“What?”

“The great power that Ophelia has, she doesn’t have that currently.”

“What…”

“The woman closest to god no longer exists, you idiot.”

I said, laughing like a villain. He must have looked rather mean thanks to his sharply raised eyebrows. After shooting back excitedly, my voice no longer trembled.

At the same time, the smiling face of Nyx quickly hardened like a ghost. Seeing his face twitching and flushed made me smile a little.

“Why hasn’t she found me yet? Even if she comes here now, killing me in front of her even a hundred times won’t bring her down forever.”

Ophelia met Nicholas, her love and the one who understood her. Nyx will probably never understand Ophelia. She meets someone who loves her regardless of her background and finally loves herself.

“Explain it to me. Don’t beat around the bush and say it outright! “

His anger seemed to be at its peak, and black hands appeared behind him.

My body began to tremble, and the black hand seems to bring my trauma back.

But seeing that shameless face contorted with pain, I didn’t want to save myself like this.

I instead chose provocation.

“Damn it, you idiot. Are you stupid? How do you think I survived that day? Did Ophelia use her powers?”

Nyx began to twitch terribly, his face muscles trembling with new abominations, and he finally understood what I was saying.

“Look at her, the one who you’ve been so obsessed with. Think about what you’ve got now. can’t you see it?”

You need to feel some despair.

“The Ophelia you loved is long gone. That day, on the day you broke the McFoys.”

The most terrible part for Nyx is that he didn’t love Ophelia himself. Of course, I don’t want to describe it as love, but anyway.

Nyx is more like a lover of Ophelia’s Holy power. As a religious person who served the same god, Ophelia was admired, adored, hated, jealous, and coveted by him because she was the closest human being to God. It was violent, scandalous, a shady love along with hate.

So, Ophelia without her holy power will no longer be the Ophelia he loves. Nyx lost the reason and purpose of his life.

Soon the terrifying screams of the Nyx began. He struggled and rolled around for a while. It was a bizarre, terrifying cry.

His anger had been roused causing this temper tantrum. I couldn’t think of anything. It was an upsetting thing, but I didn’t mean for us to die.

While Nyx struggled desperately, I tried to shake Norma, but he still showed no sign of waking up.

It was when I was thinking, ‘I should give up on Norma’ that Nyx shouted and only his upper body jumped up.

“You, you, Aisa, you wicked, vulgar thing. That’s not something you should have! You’ve always gotten in my way.”

I tried to curse, but Nyx was a little faster.

“What about Ophelia’s body? Is she dead? Did you bury her in the ground?”

Look at this. You think Ophelia lost her powers and is dead. I thought it was rather good.

“Yes, Ophelia is gone now, so if you kill me, the holy power of Ophelia that you love so much will disappear with me forever.”

“Seriously, where’s Ophelia? Is she dead? Shut the fuck up! You’re such a fucking liar!”

Nyx, who had already gone insane, seemed to believe what I said.

“No, it’s true. Ten years ago, Ophelia sealed you, traded me for the rest of her powers, and died.”

Lies came out of my mouth.

“No, no, no! Yes, I-I can save her. With Ophelia’s bones, there’s a way.”

… I didn’t know there was such a way. What a lunatic.

“I don’t remember where I buried her. I hated her so much, so I just threw it everywhere. You will never find Ophelia.”

“Oh, no… That’s not possible…”

Nyx, whose eyes were completely gone, now looked extremely old in the few minutes that had passed by. Nyx muttered, ripping the skin off his face.

“No, it can’t be. She’s definitely alive. I can tell. Ophelia, she can’t be dead, can she? God loves you so much… Bones. Yeah, if you find a bone, it’ll all work out! Where are the bones? All I need is a single one.”

Nyx didn’t seem to know what he was saying, until he slammed his forehead against the stone floor, and then he stopped moving.

“Huh? Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Yeah? Fufu, I see! So that’s it.”

Nyx, who mumbled an unfamiliar word, raised his head brightly. His shriveled eyes turned towards me. I shivered reflexively.

“Aha, I see.”

Nyx exclaimed, as if enlightened.

“You. Aisa McFoy. I can kill you.”