Mystic Eyes of Death Perception from Zero

{T/N: The sight at the 'Reviews Section' is very tragic. No decent reviews with the exception of one or maybe two reviews. No shows of appreciation for this somewhat readable TRANSLATION quality that I know some of you enjoy...

Whatever, here's another chapter. I just finished reading a few novels, so now I have some free time, hence why the sudden appearance of 1 or 2 chapters daily... And yes, I'll be continuing with this new pace until I reach the limit of this fic.}

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"Oh my~ Graham-dono, what happened to you...?"

Yae looked at Graham with a strange expression, her tone teasing as she noticed the slap mark on his face.

"Nothing you need to know about."

Graham's expression stiffened. He couldn't exactly say he got slapped for forcing a kiss, could he?

"Haha, you don't have to tell me. I already know. You must have made Priscilla Ojousama angry again. Graham-dono, you really are... asking for trouble!

Like, aren't you afraid that she might kick you out and leave you to fend for yourself?"

"I am. But I'm more afraid of closing my eyes and never seeing her again. So I'm doing all the reckless things I can now, because once I'm truly dead, I won't get the chance."

"You really do love Priscilla-sama, don't you?" Yae sighed, her voice filled with envy.

"What, are you perhaps jealous? Fine, I'll lend you my embrace. Want to lean on me?" Graham said it casually.

"Sure~!"

To his surprise, Yae agreed immediately and even leaned into his arms.

"Graham!!"

An angry voice suddenly rang out, and Graham's face darkened.

He knew Yae was up to no good...

The person who arrived was none other than Priscilla!

Yae quickly offered an explanation, "Oh, Ojou-sama, don't misunderstand. Graham-dono's wound reopened, and I was just helping him-"

"Get out!" Priscilla's face was livid.

"Yes, right away!" Yae winked at Graham, "I can only help you this much~!"

After whispering this, she quickly ran out of the room.

"Hmph, you don't seem to be in any trouble at all! First, you were rude to me, and now you're flirting with the maid. Do you have any explanation?"

"Uh... actually, I do." Graham wasn't stupid. Her tone made it clear she wanted an explanation.

"Speak then!" Priscilla glared at him.

"Come closer, and I'll tell you." Graham beckoned.

"Fine~!" Priscilla smiled sweetly, then raised her arm and summoned the Yang Sword from the void, elegantly sitting on the edge of the bed.

Feeling the scorching heat emanating from the deep red sword, Graham's lips twitched.

He then opened his mouth and asked respectfully, "Ohime-sama, is it really necessary to bring out such a dangerous weapon at a time like this?"

"Hmph! Are you questioning me? In the end, it's your failure as a knight that forces me to protect myself."

Priscilla's words carried a hidden meaning. She didn't sheathe the sword but glanced at him, signaling him to speak.

"Sigh... Hime-sama, I love you..." Graham sighed. It seemed his usual tricks wouldn't work this time.

Well, it was time to say goodbye for now.

Due to overusing his 'Mystic Eyes of Death Perception', his body was breaking down and couldn't hold on much longer.

If it weren't for the life energy he had plundered from killing so many people, he would have died long ago.

And this time, it would have been a true death.

After all, the backlash from the 'Mystic Eyes of Death Perception' meant complete annihilation.

But at this moment, the cheat ability he had plundered from Aldebaran came into play.

One force wanted him dead, while the other wanted him alive. The two forces balanced each other out.

Once the 'Perpetrator and Victim' Authority fully merged with his body and wore down the backlash, the internal battle would be over.

However, he would fall into a state of suspended animation, sleeping for a while.

And although it was a false death, to others, it would look no different from real death.

...

Priscilla was waiting for his explanation. When she heard the word 'love', she raised an eyebrow, feeling a hint of pleasure. But then Graham's voice suddenly stopped...

Priscilla took a deep breath and called out tentatively, "Graham-kun?"

However, there was no response.

"If you dare mock me again, believe me, I'll make you sleep on the streets tonight!"

This seemingly threatening statement had no effect. Graham had already lost consciousness.

Seeing this, Priscilla grew anxious.

Setting aside her emotions, she quickly reached out with her fair hand to check his condition.

"..."

Staring silently at the man who was 'sleeping' so peacefully, Priscilla said nothing.

After a long pause, she slowly leaned down...

Closer...

And finally, a kiss.

"What a foolish man... always making me unhappy..."

Priscilla murmured softly, a single crystal-clear tear rolling down her beautiful face and falling onto the crimson carpet.

After giving this belated reward, Priscilla turned and left the room. Next, she would prepare a wedding ceremony... and a funeral...

...

The Barielle territory was unusually lively because its ruler, Priscilla Barielle, was getting married again.

Her groom was her knight, Graham Barielle, a handsome man... {T/N: It's been a while, so I probably forgot... Someone please remind me, when did Graham adopt the 'Barielle' surname again?}

The citizens offered their blessings, as it was said that this was the knight that had improved their farming techniques, allowing them to have enough to eat.

However, tragically, a few days later, the funeral for the Yang Princess's husband was held.

Thus, rumors about Priscilla spread throughout the nation once more.

The title, 'Bloody Bride', became even more fearsome.

But Priscilla did not care.

That foolish man had fulfilled her conditions with his life.

So, Priscilla was willing to give him the title of husband, even if it was only in name. She would always remember that there was once a man who loved her so much that he was willing to give his life for her.

Graham had used his life to express his feelings, conveying his heart through that kiss.

And this sentiment, Priscilla Barielle had received in full.

...

In the damp, dark sewers.

Thousands of rats were bowing in unison toward the front.

Upon closer inspection, one would notice that their eyes were completely lifeless, as if they were puppets.

The object of their worship was, surprisingly, a young girl. She lowered her head and murmured, "Paradise... must continue searching. Go, bring him back... Must keep learning..."

"Squeak squeak!"

The rats responded with sharp cries and quickly disappeared.

Soon, an ornate red coffin was carried into the sewers by the rats.

The coffin lid was opened, revealing the pale, lifeless face of a handsome man.

The girl's expressionless face showed a hint of satisfaction. She slowly raised her hand, a wisp of eerie black mist gathering in her palm. Without hesitation, she pressed it toward the man's head!

*Bang!*

"Wha... what!?"

Before her hand could touch the man's head, it was repelled by an even more sinister black mist.

"Retreat!"

The black mist grew thicker, and the girl immediately commanded the rat army to charge into the mist, sacrificing themselves while she quickly retreated!

"Squeak squeak!"

Any rat that touched the black mist was completely devoured.

Soon, the dark corner of the sewer fell silent.

A shadowy figure, its face obscured, slowly emerged from the black mist.

She gazed at the handsome man's face in the coffin and gently extended a pale hand saying, "You... can't die yet... Someday, you must come... and kill me..."