[Translator - Peptobismol]
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Chapter 50 - Anne’s Diary (6)
Yosef Crar.
An overwhelmingly powerful black magician and the director of Bergen Belsen.
He had achieved significant advancents in black magic based on the results of his chira experints and was widely recognized within Baob as one of its leading figures.
At the sa ti, he was notorious for being one of the most ruthless butchers.
“The trial will now begin.”
Who would have thought?
That the man once called a demon would et such a pitiful end.
“Defendant.”
“….”
At the sound of his na, Yosef lifted his head.
The scene before him was strange.
It resembled a courtroom.
What had happened?
The demon looked around in a daze.
Just monts ago, he had been walking between the iron bars of a cell, but now, an entirely different scene was unfolding before him.
Naturally, he was confused.
“What is this…?”
He muttered, his words slipping out in disbelief.
He tried to move his body, but it wouldn’t budge. The demon found himself tightly bound to a chair with ropes.
Then, a voice rang out again.
“The defendant has no right to remain silent during this trial or to refuse any questions related to his actions. Furthermore, he may not present any facts in his favor.”
“…?”
Sitting at the judge’s bench was none other than the snake.
The boy, dressed in a judge’s robe, looked down at the demon from the highest seat, calmly reciting the rules.
“The defendant cannot defend himself and must submit to the unjust rulings of the court. Do you understand?”
The atmosphere was chilling.
The playful expression that had been on the boy’s face earlier was nowhere to be found. His face now bore the coldness of winter.
His eyes regarded the man before him not as a human but as sothing far less.
Yosef felt a strange chill run down his spine.
“What kind of ga is this…?”
The demon mumbled, struggling to break free from his restraints, but the more he fought, the tighter the ropes beca.
Even his trusted black magic wouldn’t activate.
Of course, that was to be expected.
This was an illusion world, constructed by the snake’s lies.
The laws of others wouldn’t work here.
“The whispers of my lord… I can’t hear them. What kind of filthy trick…!”
“Silence.”
Snap!
With a snap of the boy’s fingers, Yosef’s mouth clamped shut.
As the demon struggled to control his jaw, which no longer obeyed him—
“Mmmph! Mmmph, mmm…?!”
“The defendant is not permitted to speak. The only sounds allowed from the defendant’s mouth are screams, pleas, and wails.”
Yosef, once cocky, now froze in place.
It was only then that he began to realize sothing was seriously wrong.
Sothing had gone horribly awry.
A terrifying tension stabbed at his lungs.
His shoulders began to tremble.
He swallowed hard.
It felt like if he let his guard down for even a mont, his head would roll.
“…”
“The trial will proceed.”
But the boy playing the role of judge was unfazed by Yosef’s growing fear. He continued to speak calmly.
“Defendant, Yosef Crar.”
“…”
“As a senior mber of the black magician organization ‘Baob’ and the director of the research facility ‘Bergen Belsen,’ the defendant has endangered the peace of the continent. Do you admit to this?”
“…”
“Your silence will be taken as an admission of guilt.”
The trial was entirely one-sided.
The judge asked about the cris, and the defendant was unable to offer any defense.
“Furthermore, the defendant has committed nurous unethical acts based on forbidden magic, especially obsessing over chira research using human subjects. In the process, the defendant has caused the deaths of tens of thousands of innocent people. Do you admit to this?”
“…”
“Just a few days ago, the defendant ordered an attack on Galimard Academy and attempted to kidnap students. Do you admit to this?”
The boy’s voice was cold and emotionless.
A terrifying fear began to creep over Yosef.
Sweat dripped from his forehead.
A hideous fear had overtaken him.
The judge looked at him with disdain.
“The court will now pronounce the verdict.”
The boy’s voice rang solemnly throughout the courtroom.
“The cris committed by the defendant as a mber of the cult cannot be forgiven. Particularly, the experints and massacres conducted at Bergen Belsen make the gravity of his cris undeniable.”
The number of victims who perished at Bergen Belsen totaled 15,924.
Of these, 3,642 were children who never lived to see adulthood.
Perhaps it was to ease the anguish of the lost souls.
The demon would be made to experience their despair.
“Therefore, this court sentences the defendant to death by execution, to be carried out a total of 15,924 tis—once for each victim.”
Bang, bang, bang!
The gavel’s sound rang through the courtroom, and Yosef’s face twisted in confusion.
Not just a death sentence, but… over 10,000 executions?
He couldn’t comprehend the bizarre ruling.
But it didn’t take him long to understand.
The judge snapped his fingers.
Snap!
In the next mont.
The demon stood on a gallows.
Before him stood a solitary execution platform.
As Yosef stared at it in disbelief, a thick noose suddenly swung out of nowhere and wrapped around his neck.
Then, his body was lifted into the air.
“…Krrk?!”
A choked groan escaped his throat.
The demon kicked helplessly as he hung in the air.
His windpipe was crushed painfully.
And as the breath slowly left his body, the last bit of support under his feet disappeared.
The rope fell with him.
Crack—!
The demon’s neck snapped.
Instant death.
His eyes rolled back in his head, lifeless.
Watching from a distance, the snake muttered softly and snapped his fingers once more.
“That makes one.”
Snap!
A clear cracking sound echoed.
The world reshaped itself.
Before long, Yosef, completely unscathed, opened his eyes once more in front of the gallows.
His eyes filled with horror.
“Haa, haa…!”
The death he had just experienced.
The sensation of his neck snapping was still fresh in his mind.
As the demon panted heavily, an eerie voice whispered into his ear.
It was the voice of the golden snake.
“Fifteen thousand nine hundred and twenty-three left to go.”
Before Yosef could fully grasp the aning of those words, the boy snapped his fingers again.
Snap!
“Let’s take our ti.”
Crack—!
Once again, the demon’s neck snapped, and he died.
“That makes two.”
Snap!
He ca back to life.
The gallows didn’t miss a beat, snapping his neck once more.
“That makes three.”
Snap!
Only then did the demon finally understand the snake’s intentions.
This was a prison of eternity.
Until the number the boy had spoken was reached, Yosef would be hanged over and over again.
His mind went blank as an all-encompassing terror engulfed him.
But.
“Fifteen thousand nine hundred and twenty-one left to go.”
There was no rcy.
Snap!
It was ti for punishnt.
***
The demon’s deaths were varied.
With 15,924 executions to carry out, I made sure to mix things up so he wouldn’t grow bored.
Hanging, beheading, burning, quartering… I used every thod.
The demon scread as his body was torn apart.
“Krk, krrhhk…!”
“12,084 left to go.”
Snap!
“No, no…! Please stop!!”
“10,834 left to go.”
Snap!
“Spare , spare …! P-Please, I beg you…!!”
“9,999 left to go.”
Snap!
The endless cycle of death continued.
By the ti the count reached the 5,000s, Yosef had already lost his mind.
He had been reduced to little more than a screaming husk, unable to form coherent words.
“Gyaaaahhhh!!!”
Of course, it wasn’t easy for , either.
Even if it was an illusion, watching such brutal scenes unfold over and over again was ntally exhausting.
“4,273 left to go.”
But even so, I didn’t stop.
This was sothing that had to be done.
I wanted to comfort the spirits of the thousands of victims, even if only like this.
I snapped my fingers.
‘Why?’
Too many people had died.
Even though they never appeared on screen, their stories were no different from Anne’s.
How much sorrow must they have endured?
The victims, torn apart by experints.
They were people who had probably lived their lives with dreams, only to die in a place where not a single flower could bloom.
Stars that should have shone were extinguished far too early.
I stood here as a representative for all those tragedies.
“No, no, no… don’t tear it apart!!”
For the last 1,000 executions, I recreated the chira experints.
I returned to Yosef exactly what he had done to his test subjects, down to the last detail.
The demon begged on the operating table.
“Sothing’s growing inside !! Sothing’s eating from the inside!!”
I watched in silence.
The cold gaze in the mirror reflected the image of a villain.
‘How ironic.’
I had never considered myself noble.
If soone asked whether I was a good person or a bad person, I would always say I leaned more toward the latter.
It was just a matter of who I was bad to.
I wanted to be a bad person toward the bad people.
‘I just wanted to protect sothing.’
There were already plenty of good people out there who defended the wicked.
Sotis it’s okay to have bad people who care for good people, or so I thought.
I slowly lifted my head.
"....."
The punishnt was now nearing its end.
It was ti to wake from the nightmare.
Yosef stood there, vacant-eyed.
The demon, having lost his mind, was drooling and standing there.
I quietly approached him.
"This is the last one."
Thud–
I grasped his neck with my hand.
The body followed without resistance. I gathered the last remaining Lies with the tips of my fingers.
Shadows waverd.
'Please… I hope this punishnt is sufficient for this person.'
A brief, off-target prayer.
Then I recited the incantation.
"Shatter."
Clang-!
At the sa ti, a large crack ford in the air.
The world made of Lies trembled unsteadily, soon shattering into pieces like glass fragnts.
In the collapsing scenery.
I put my final strength into my hand.
Crack-!
The demon’s neck snaps.
Following the scattered remnants of Lies, the body fell helplessly to the ground.
This ti, he did not co back to life.
He had finally reached the death that had seed unattainable for eternity.
"Haa..."
I let out a short breath.
The surrounding scenery had returned to its original state.
I was in the lowest level of Bergen Belsen.
As I rubbed my sore wrists for a mont, a dumbfounded voice ca from behind.
It was none other than Irene.
"Wh-what… Is it really over just like that…?"
Her reaction was one of confusion.
Since not even a mont of ti had passed in reality, it was perhaps natural for the fox to be surprised.
To her, it probably looked like I simply walked up and snapped Yosef's neck while he stood there in a daze.
I asked with subtle curiosity.
"Did you expect sothing else?"
"Of course not, but it was so sudden…"
"Hehe."
Irene responded hesitantly.
I gently reached out and patted the girl’s head.
"It's alright."
It was a particularly warm feeling.
"It's really over now."
"If you say so… then it must be."
The fox muttered and nodded her head.
Her scarlet tail drooped as if the tension had eased. She seed already exhausted.
I let out a soft laugh.
"Well done."
A simple, straightforward comnt.
I lightly embraced the girl. Warmth seeped into my arms.
I whispered softly into her ear.
"Miss Irene."
"....."
"You did really well."
"...."
The fox remained silent for a mont.
"Let’s go back now. The warm dormitory is waiting for us."
"...Yeah."
The response ca eventually.
Her voice, wet with tears, seed to be on the verge of breaking down again.
Irene buried her face in my chest.
As if not wanting her flowing tears to be seen.
"It’s all over."
I patted her delicate back.
We had to stand there for a while, digesting the fact that everything was over.
The fierce fox retrieval operation.
[EP6. Bergen Belsen]
- The Lost Girl, The Monster Who Can’t Cry -
At the sa ti, the episode ca to an end.
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