I Was Just an Ugly Girl, But in Another World They Call Me an Angel - 24 - "...Will you tell me your thoughts?"

The Royal Library, the next day―

I was running for my life.

Why, you ask?

Because yesterday, I received a poem from “The Lord of the Abyss,” Verzel, that was far too shocking.

“Upon the droplet that fell on your eyelashes, my world quietly perished―”

…Which world is this from!? What on earth happened!?

The sheer power of the poem froze my thoughts for three seconds.

(No, think calmly. This was written by “that” Verzel, right!?)

As I crouched under the desk, trembling―

“…I found you.”

Eek!?

“…Kanako, what are you doing in such a place?”

As I cautiously peeked out, there stood a man with an extraordinary presence.

―Long, lustrous black hair.

It seemed to evoke the darkness itself, as if it could absorb even the slightest light.

And those eyes. Deep crimson eyes, quietly burning, were fixed on me.

Yes, he was none other than… “The Lord of the Abyss,” Verzel.

“Wait… no way, the real person…!?”

“Yesterday, Selvis delivered the poem, right?”

“…I wanted to hear your thoughts on it.”

That soft voice and smile were, in fact, terrifying!?

And, of course, Selvis was standing right behind him, as if it were the most natural thing.

“Master. Please be gentle with your words. The Saintess is quite… delicate.”

“Of course. I always want to be gentle.”

“…There are records of you having made her cry ‘just with words’ three times in the past.”

“She must have been moved to tears, right?”

“The records state… ‘I couldn’t stop crying because it was too scary.'”

Selvis, please don’t leave such detailed data behind!?

“So, Kanako. Did you read the poem?”

“Ah… yes, I did, sort of…”

“‘Sort of’?”

His red eyes were staring intently at me.

Oh no, he’s the type who doesn’t blink!!

“Um, it was a really… passionate poem… although it was about destruction.”

“Yeah. Because a droplet fell on your eyelashes. …And that’s how my world quietly perished.”

“It’s a problem if it perishes quietly!?”

“Would it have been better if it perished violently?”

“That’s not the issue here!!”

“…I just wanted to convey to you that, in that moment, the world stopped.”

Could you please stop saying it so casually!? My heart can’t take it!?

I instinctively slammed my forehead against the desk.

“Master. Would you like me to explain the true meaning again?”

Selvis smoothly presented a stack of papers.

“Supplementary notes on the feelings behind the poem (13 pages total).”

“Isn’t the supplement too long!?”

“The afterword is six pages long.”

“That’s basically a thesis just for the afterword!!”

“Kanako, will you read the next poem as well?”

Verzel said, tilting his head slightly.

“Wait, another one…?”

“This morning, at four oh two― I received a divine revelation.”

“Here we go with the divine revelation!! Why does the god always send poems in the middle of the night!?”

“There are surely things that can only descend in the stillness of night.”

While Verzel was in poet mode, Selvis quietly murmured.

“…No one has ever received such passionate devotion from the Master as you have, before or after…”

“Please stop, Selvis. My stomach is about to perish.”

And so it went,

The heart of the Saintess, asked for her thoughts on a poem by “The Lord of the Abyss,” barely held on today―.

Thank you for reading until the end!

This was Verzel, the boy who receives “divine revelations” at four in the morning.

And a round of applause for Kanako, the one affected (?), and Selvis, who always has stomach medicine on hand…

Verzel poems are more intense than expected, almost breaking Kanako’s spirit multiple times, but he genuinely says, “I just wanted to convey,” so no one can stop him now.