If you looked around, it wasn’t only our table that was quiet, but the other seats around us were strangely silent as well. I could sense that other people had turned their ears to me.
I was certain. I was grabbing hold of the hearts of approximately 30 people.
Modern people already knew full well of the story of , thus they weren’t able to get into the story with a fresh feeling. However, these people were different. It was the first time for these people of the demon world to ever hear such an intense love story. Of course, the immersion level would be different if you compared the two.
Forbidden romance was always a popular theme.
I drew out a mournful voice.
“Oh, but what was this? Reaching the end of final moments, Juliet was able to discover a place of warmth from her lover. The lips. There was still a faint feeling of warmth drifting from his mouth. Shedding tears, Juliet pressed her lips against her lover’s. There was nothing more warm…… more tender…… more soft. But, Juliet knew. That the tenderness of her lover’s lips too, will fade away like a midsummer night’s dream.”
I paused.
A terrified stillness reigned over the drinking party.
At the highest zenith.
After looking at the tears falling from the witches, while pleasantly on the inside, but with a tragic tone on the outside, I continued.
“Juliet muttered. If this was so, then take action before the warmth has faded. Before witnessing the death of my lover, cover a death with another…… Juliet held up Romeo’s dagger.”
“Aah, aaah!”
The witches covered their mouths with their hands.
They had finally realized the ending of the story.
Their eyes were filled with shock.
“Juliet shouted. Oh dagger, it is nice to see you. My heart shall be your sheath! ……and Juliet stabbed the dagger deep into her own chest.”
“Ah, aah!”
The witches had eventually embraced each other.
Mm.
I was incredibly pleased.
To be able to control people’s emotions with my acting ability. To make them feel sad, happy, hope, and despair, this was what truly gave me a reason to live. The stress that had piled up during our flight here melted like an ice under the sun.
My second half little sister had heavily criticised me about this before, saying that this was a perverted preference.
I couldn’t really understand her.
I was only gifting people with pleasure for free.
Look carefully. The witches were not able to handle the tragedy and were shuddering, Lapis Lazuli may have still been expressionless, but she was holding onto her glass tightly, and even the drinkers around us were letting out groans. Was this not a beautiful and harmonious scene?
That was why, I shall make them happier.
While grinning on the inside, I spoke.
“Blood flowed from Juliet’s chest. She could feel her own blood. Juliet’s vision started to fade……”
“N-No.”
Someone had faintly emitted a moan.
How could they react so purely.
Truthfully, it felt worthwhile teasing, no, I mean, being of service to them.
“……Finally. Juliet pressed her face against Romeo’s body. Her lover’s body was immensely warm. In truth, it was because of the blood flowing from Juliet. However, Juliet, who had already lost all her senses, could only feel it as the tenderness coming from her lover’s body…… A blessing as it was a tragedy. A tragedy as it was a blessing…… Juliet smiled faintly. At last, submerged in her own blood. With her face lied on top of her beloved’s body. Slowly, ever so slowly…… her soft eyes closed.”
Close curtain.
END.
……
A moment of silence.
“”Juliet is so pitiful—!””
The witches shouted together.
The ending without any hopes or dreams had impacted heavily onto their consciousness. The twelve of them immediately started to voice their complaints.
“It can’t be! That can’t happen!”
“Waaah, waaah……”
“Lord, great lord! The two become happy in the end, right? Some amazing warlock appears with a ‘tadah!’ and revives Romeo and Juliet, right!?”
I felt gleeful by their fervent cries.
Thank you for responding so fervidly, audience.
But the one thing I loved most in the world was showing people, who were chanting for a happy ending, the cruel truth of the hopeless reality.
“Sadly……that kind of luck never befell those two.”
“S-Surely?”
“Yes.”
I nodded.
The witches had miserable expressions on their faces, as if they were just told the news by the International Union for Conservation of Nature, that sea otters were on the brink of extinction.
I smiled.
“Romeo and Juliet, without being able to be revived, died forever.”
“Huaaaaaaang!”
The witches lamented at the top of their lungs.
Right now, a scar that would last forever had appeared on their hearts.