The Evil Noble Desires A Beautiful Demise - Could It Be That You're Stuck In A Loop? - Episode 7

“The border is getting closer.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

How many times have I heard this conversation already?

I don’t know why. I don’t know anything.

But that phenomenon was definitely happening.

Every time Tiarola dies, time rewinds.

At first, I was confused and couldn’t understand.

I half-heartedly convinced myself that it was a nightmare I had while dozing off in the carriage.

When the attack happened again, I realized it wasn’t a nightmare. However, for Tiarola, it seemed like it would still be a nightmare.

Unable to do anything, repeating the same thing as before without any change, Tiarola was stabbed to death. The pain, the horrific sensation of death, remained unchanged.

“The border is getting closer.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

Understanding that time was rewinding, I began to struggle to live from the third time. At that time, I still didn’t want to die. I thought I never wanted to experience that feeling again.

First, I tried telling my father about the impending attack, just to see if he would believe me. As expected, he didn’t believe me and brushed it off. I couldn’t do anything and ended up getting killed.

Next, I told the bodyguard about the attack. They laughed it off, saying it was just a child’s talk. Similarly, they were killed.

I thought they would listen if it was the Saint speaking, so I said we predicted the attack with the Saint’s power. They listened a little, but it ended with them saying to leave it to us. Nothing changed, and we were killed.

I tried somehow to explain that time was reversing, but no matter how I tried, I couldn’t convey it. Helpless, I was killed.

Then I thought, “If that’s the case, I’ll just run away,” and somehow managed to stop the carriage and escape. I was immediately caught by the guards and brought back. In the end, I was killed.

Over and over and over again, I was brought back, but finally, I found a way to escape. Out of nowhere, an attacker in black clothes appeared and killed me.

I tried changing my escape location over and over again. No matter where I went, the attackers in black would appear and kill me.

I also managed to escape amidst the chaos of the attack. I think this was the longest I could survive, but I was found and killed.

Since I was going to die anyway, I tried to fight back against the attackers. They were not an opponent I could defeat with a child’s strength, and I was killed.

After that, I tried everything I could think of, getting killed and killed and killed and killed and killed and killed and killed and killed and… killed. I don’t even know how many times I’ve been killed anymore. I stopped counting a long time ago.

If there is a goddess, then why doesn’t she help me? Or is this supposed to be a trial to become a saint?

I just can’t muster any motivation anymore.

I can tell that I’m falling apart. For a while now, I’ve been losing color, repeatedly dying in a gray world. I was just being jostled in a carriage to be killed.

How can it come to an end?

Lately, I’ve been thinking about nothing else. If it means we can’t stop until we survive, then it might already be impossible.

The carriage is entering the mountain path.

Up to this point, and from this point on, it’s always the same. Attacked, the guards are dead, and I’m killed inside the carriage. I’ve gotten used to the pain of being stabbed with a sword and the horrifying sensation of death. It hurts, and it’s scary, but my senses have become numb.

The carriage stops, and the guards leave.

The attack will begin soon, but I don’t even think about moving. I’ve given up, believing that nothing I do will matter anymore.

What went wrong?

What did I mess up?

If the cause lies with me, I want to know.

Was it wrong to wish for the next life?

Was it wrong to wish to be loved?

I don’t understand anything anymore.

There’s nothing I can do.

Someone, someone, someone, someone, someone…

“Help me…”

Unconsciously, I murmured.

The surroundings had become quiet.

The battle must be over.

As usual, I hear the sound of the carriage approaching.

As usual, I will be killed again.

Close your eyes and wait for that moment.

In this world, there was nothing more I wanted to see.

As usual, the door opens.

As usual…

“Who are you!?”

Not the usual…??

If things were as usual, my father would have already been killed. What is happening?

Gently, I open my eyes.

There was a boy who was as beautiful as a doll.

The boy, who radiates the only vibrant colors in the gray world, looks at me and opens his mouth.

“…I’ve come to help you, Tiarola.”

The world of Tiarola begins to move.