Dungeon Defense Chapter 32 - Volume 4

Volume 4 – Chapter 5 – Cadenza

"Why is she still alive?"

"It'd be great if she killed herself."

"They say that harlot sold her body to the demons."

"Didn't they say that she's a lady from a Duke's House? Surely, not."

"Despite that, she's nothing more than a wh.o.r.e."

"They say that her hip skills are impressive. Like this, ahah? Hiyah? Like this and that. Appetizingly every night. In truth, people also say that he didn't take her in to be his acting general but to be his concubine instead."

"So, what's her name?"

"Laura De Farnese."

"I've been hearing only that b.i.t.c.h's name lately."

"Duke Farnese was wise. It's only appropriate to nip the bud, when that b.i.t.c.h was really young. Think about it. Even when she was sold off as a slave, she grew up to be that atrocious. If that b.i.t.c.h weren't a slave, then how much more terrible would she have become?"

"They say she even has a hobby of collecting skulls."

"A filthy and boorish b.i.t.c.h." "An annoying and tenacious b.i.t.c.h.", "Like I said, the b.i.t.c.h."

"Though I'm not sure if she's crude, and I'm unsure whether she's vulgar or not."

"In any case, the b.i.t.c.h who it wouldn't be strange if she were both."

"If anything, the girl who feels as if she has to be applicable to both."

"One, two. One, two."

"They say that she not only collects skulls, but she piles them up and plays the piano beside them as well. While humming. She probably gets excited by the bones of her kind that she slaughtered. I wouldn't be surprised if the number of skulls she gathered and gathered reached tens of thousands now."

"Her nature has rotted all the way to her roots. Doesn't it almost seem as if she were a sc.u.mbag that was born in order to curse the world?"

"Yup. I can't bear the fact that that sort of person is breathing It'd be great if she just died already. If that's not possible, then she should go somewhere that I can't see, albeit I can't even see her now, I wish she'd completely f.u.c.k off to some remote faraway, place where even news of her won't reach me."

"It'd be great."

"If she disappeared."

"Vanished from our sight."

"If she died right this instant."

"That dog-like b.i.t.c.h."

"I'll take that b.i.t.c.h's head before I die!"

"But don't ignore them completely, scoff at them whenever the opportunity presents itself. By doing so, we can show them the fact that we're ignoring them more excellently and explicitly."

"Kill!"

"Kill her!"

"What will change if we kill her?"

"Regardless, we still have to kill her."

"But we'll be the ones to die."

"I heard it as well. They died again, right?"

"Is this, that?"

"They say that's this."

"One, two. One, two."

"It would have been better if she hadn't been born in the first place. If that were the case, then everyone would have been happy. There isn't a single person in the world who would welcome that girl."

"The plague-like fellow who goes around needlessly encouraging disorder in our peaceful continent of humanity."

"That b.i.t.c.h's mother probably lamented after giving birth to that b.i.t.c.h. Ah, for me to have given birth to a leper like this. It would probably have been better if she gave birth to a handful of poisonous snakes."

"She'll most likely be thrown away by the Demon Lords after she's been used, anyway."

"Did you see it?"

"Yes."

"What will you do if we did see her, and what will you do if we didn't? If we saw her, then we'd have also described the things which we haven't seen, and if we didn't see her, then we'd have just described the things which we could see. Whether we saw her or not, that b.i.t.c.h will still be a bad b.i.t.c.h, a crazy b.i.t.c.h, and a completely insane b.i.t.c.h, anyway. This is what we determined, so seeing her and not seeing her is quite the secondary question."

"If it doesn't matter whether I see her or not, then I'd rather not see her if possible. I'd die if I do."

"But I heard she's really f.u.c.king pretty."

"I heard her voice is quite smooth, as well."

"Are you sure you saw it correctly?"

"Try telling us what she looks like."

"She had black hair. It was beautiful."

"Her red hair looked as if it were on fire. It was disgusting."

"She was tall! Really tall!"

"From what I could see, she was really short."

"So? Did you see her or not?"

"Too much rain was falling. Rain."

…….

…….

Quiet. Shh.

Quiet. Shh.

And.

She⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯.

⎯⎯⎯She performed.

As if she intended to perform like this from the very beginning.

While receiving the setting sun, that was just about to come to an end, by herself.

Saying that this is a place to breathe.

Quietly.

As she pressed down on the keys with her slender fingers,

she stepped on the pedals with her mud covered feet.

With each note and tune from her pressing and stepping

Laura

Laura

Laura⎯⎯⎯⎯

in order for this to resonate.

The enemies were noisy at the bottom of the hill.

Barbatos and Paimon most likely had started the purge.

Occasionally, blood dimly scattered into my line of sight, and sometimes, screams could faintly be heard within the outer layer of my hearing.

However, I did not turn my gaze nor did I focus my ears there.

I simply comfortably listened to the tearless sounds of my adopted daughter, my daughter, the single family member I had decided to accept and embrace, who had started to perform about herself for the first time.

Farnese.

Become a slaughterer.

Be a hero to the military and be a savior to the people. Your name will remain in history just as you have always desired. Because you yearned for it that much, I will grant it. Your ambition to kill your own father, remain in history, and s.h.i.+ne more brilliantly than anyone else, I will tell you that all of that is beautiful. If you had a sin, then it should be the fact that you were born, but how can one's birth be a sin?

Oh, G.o.ds.

Forgive that child's sin.

If thou are incompetent there, then I shall forgive it here.

Fin.