The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 275: I don’t think I would fancy an eternal life

Chapter 275: I don’t think I would fancy an eternal life

"A piece of our soul?"

My eyes widened when I heard the explanation about the mark of eternal as D’Ara brought me for a walk through the meadow on the valley after luncheon.

"Yes," she drew two circles with her mana in the air—one blue and one red—and I watched as a section of the circles that were facing each other twisted and elongated, forming lines.

The lines met in the middle, intertwining with each other, pulling onto each other; the blue lines crept into the red circle, and vice versa. They swirled around each other, seeping into each other’s line, merging, until, in the end, both circles turned purple and connected.

"The bond of eternal means you exchange a piece of your soul with your partner," she waved her finger to separate the circle, and both turned a dull shade of their original color. "To be incomplete when you’re alone—" she moved the circles back together, and once they were connected, both circles turned a vibrant purple again, "—and whole when you’re together."

"It’s..."

"Dangerous," she said.

"I’m about to say beautiful," I scratched my neck and smiled awkwardly. I took a glance at the runs circling my ring finger. The one I couldn’t live without. Natha was right, wasn’t that basically what the mark of eternal was?

D’Ara smiled and stroked my chin lightly. "I guess, a lot of things in this world have both qualities existing at the same time."

Why did she say it as if it was me who had those qualities? Wouldn’t Natha be more fitting? He was beautiful to me, but others seemed to see him as someone dangerous—or rather, scary.

"But why it’s dangerous?"

"Placing your existence in another’s hands is always dangerous," she waved her hand and the vibrant purple circles disappeared. "It’s irreversible, so if you become enemies somehow, you can’t even hurt each other."

Hmm...I guessed that was true, in a sense that if one died, the other would too. But there was an obvious solution to this, wasn’t there?

"Then don’t become enemies," I shrugged.

Besides, why would you become enemies with your eternal? Didn’t you decide to become eternal because you wanted to live forever with each other? At least, that would be the case if they did it out of love. But I couldn’t imagine wanting to spend the rest of your life together without that kind of feeling and affection between the involved parties.

"True," D’Ara smiled deeply, but there was something in her eyes that seemed cold and bitter.

"Oh, there are people who become enemies after being an eternal?" I asked. Was she probably feeling regret and guilt for creating the eternal spell?

"You never know," again, she just smiled mysteriously while giving me a vague answer. "Eternity is such a long time to go through, and people change. People who love each other could turn against each other if they live long enough."

Change. That again. I was sure now that she had a complex about things changing. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why she disliked changes. Curiously, I looked at him and asked carefully—really carefully—and quietly.

"Is that why...you never do it?"

There was a harsh glint in her eyes that was only there for a split second, and I only managed to see it because I was looking carefully at her to gauge her reaction. I mean...I wouldn’t want to make a Vampire Progenitor mad on her turf. Not to mention the meadow we walked through seemed like a perfect place for burying someone; full of colorful flowers that Jade would love, perfect place for a homicide.

"Sorry," I apologized swiftly, fiddling with the edge of my sleeve nervously. I didn’t think he would hurt me or anything even if she was angry at my question, but I still didn’t want to make the Teacher of my future husband my enemy.

"No, that’s a normal train of thought," D’Ara, fortunately, was a generous vampire. "But to answer your question; no, that’s not why I’ve never done it—ah, we’re here."

I lifted my gaze and followed her forward. The flower field over there was thicker than the rest without any pathway, as if telling us we shouldn’t go any further unless we wanted to trample on all the flowers. And we shouldn’t do that, clearly, for the environmental reasons.

But also because there was a tomb there.

Oh, someone did get buried here.

"This is...?"

"The reason why I’ve never done it," D’Ara replied with a soft, yet forlorn smile.

My eyes widened and my lips parted without anything managed to come out. Earlier, I thought she might avoid making a mark of eternal with anyone because she saw those who did it had a falling out with each other. But this...I didn’t expect this.

"I was too late," she said, pain and regret infused in her soft voice.

The tomb looked new, as if it was only built yesterday. But I remembered that this landscape got rewinded every day, so that was probably why. I wonder if that was also why she kept this place inside this secure barrier, so that whoever was buried beneath the tomb would always be surrounded by unchanging flowers. There was no date or year on the tombstone, only a name in archaic runes that I couldn’t read. If I had to make a guess, this person probably died before D’Ara created the mark of internal. A long, long time ago, when the world was still engulfed in chaos.

Which was...really sad if you think about it.

What did she feel, I wondered, when she managed to create the spell for her child? Did she regret not thinking about it sooner?

"I’m...I’m sorry," I managed a whisper.

"Why? Did you do something wrong?" she smiled, crouching to stroke the tombstone and get rid of a few leaves on top of it.

I looked at her smile and the loving gaze she had as she looked at the initials on the tomb. Within the swirling petals and swaying stalks, she looked like a goddess who took a valiant warrior’s soul to the afterlife’s hall of valor. Beautiful, and lonely.

To love someone for eternity was a lonely affair.

"Is it not hard?" I whispered through the soft wind.

"Of course, it is," she stood up and stepped back, looking at the tomb once more before turning around. "Immortality is like a curse when you’re alone."

I scurried to follow her, and she continued with a sigh, turning her head toward a certain direction. "But there’s someone who’s as lonely as I am, so I can’t just leave this world and leave him alone," she said, before shaking her head slightly. "No, I think he’s even lonelier. At least my children could live as long as me."

Looking in the direction of her gaze, I tilted my head as my mind tried to picture a map and figure out what place her gaze was pointing at. "Are you talking about the High Priest of Dzurrakh?"

She turned her face; for a few long seconds, her eyes seemed to observe me. "Hmm...the next time I visit Terre, I’ll ask if I can bring you along."

"R-really?!" my voice went higher before I could tell myself to hold back. When she chuckled in response, I cleared my throat and scratched my cheek in embarrassment. "Also...the High Priest’s name was Terre?"

"Ah, don’t call him that though, it’s just the nickname I use," she wiggled her finger. "His name is Alteria ."

"Noted," I nodded readily. Well, I didn’t even know if I would ever have a chance to go to the Dragon Island, but I could at least tell Shwa about it.

We continued to walk through the meadow, watching the silhouette of Vrida and Jade flying around the mountain peak until we arrived beneath a big wisteria tree. The golem servants had set up a tea table there, with teas and cakes already served for our afternoon snacks. What a fancy picnic! Jade swooped down the moment the little bird saw us eating sweets, and I wondered what Natha was doing right now, alone in the castle.

"So you want to carve the mark of eternal?" D’Ara glanced at me as we enjoyed our cakes.

I bit my fork and asked expectantly. "Is it possible?"

"Not the real version, since you’re not vampires," she shook her head, but I managed to quell my disappointment because I already expected it to be the case. She added, however. "I can make a simplified version, a customized version just for you two; but it’ll need some time."

My enthusiasm skyrocketed instantly, which I guess was apparent from how my back straightened and my upper body leaned over. I couldn’t see them, but my eyes were probably sparkling as I nodded energetically.

"It’s okay, as long as it’s done before our wedding!" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

Her brow arched at my slip of tongue. "Oh-ho?"

I laughed awkwardly in embarrassment and scooted back on my chair as I fiddled with my shirt, my face burned despite the cool breeze blowing through the meadows. I cleared my throat and changed the topic before I became even more like a carrot cake in front of me.

"So...about the story of Natha’s academy days...?"

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