[BL] I Will Be Your Number 1 Devotee!

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The Justice card?

Sir, are you sure you want to select this card?

Hm, okay.

Since I'm a good fortune teller, I'll give you one more chance to choose.

After that, I will not give you and your kingdom another chance.

Like the poem titled Choice that person made.

Be careful what you look at and what you think.

Fall when you can't imagine.

Rise when you feel danger.

When you sleep, you can never see again.

For you have fallen with the world that leads you.

Ah, I wanted to meet this person again, but unfortunately time took him away. It's really sad that it's only me and those who still remember this beautiful poem of his...

The woman with the black veil immediately patted her hand a few times.

Well, well.

It is time for me to tell you a story.

The story of the evil woman who would never forgive the world for killing her.

In a small kingdom, there was a celebration for the arrival of the prince who had just returned from war. Everyone greeted him with joy. The king embraced him and the queen cried for his safety.

What a touching story, if his fiancée hadn't come, the celebration would have been so beautiful. It was only because of her presence that the girl the prince loved could not be there to celebrate his arrival. 

The fiancée was like a mouse that spread disease everywhere.

That's what the prince thought.

When the prince saw his fiancée's arrival, he immediately felt disgusted and deliberately pushed her down. All the citizens who saw this were shocked, especially the king and queen. But unfortunately it was just their charade, the panic and worry they created just to utter a sentence like a lie.

If you're sick, you shouldn't be here! 

Or it could be, don't spread your illness on a happy day.

Even so, no one dared to throw stones at her, they only dared to talk nonsense in her face.

Isn't it unfortunate that this princess was sold?

She was the first daughter of the wealthy kingdom, but she was given to the small kingdom just because the king was interested in the mysterious black stone mined in the small kingdom.

She was exchanged for a lump of ugly stone, and the stone was not for the country, but for her very dear sister.

Even after she was sold, the world still treated her cruelly.

Ah, how unfortunate.

Very angry, the prince's fiancée immediately grabbed the person who tried to touch her, and she deliberately threw the dirt she had brought to put into the mouth of the person who spoke insolently to her.

But she remained silent as she watched the prince as if hypnotized.

She wasn't.

Her eyes saw the royal family like a music box she often played.

Until one day, the prince brazenly kissed that slut at the ball for her coming-of-age.

It sucks, it really sucks.

Just by looking innocent, this girl from the lower class can win the prince's heart.

Impertinent!

I am the Crown Princess!

I will be the queen of you all!

Why?!

Why?!

And why!?

That's when the princess killed the girl the prince loved.

An unfortunate death, where the innocent girl's head was hung to serve as a threat to those who dared to disrespect her.

Everyone hates evil women.

Everyone wanted to kill that witch.

Kill her!

Death to the witch!

That's what everyone wants. 

Her death.

But no one could touch her. Like a black, thorny flower.

Cruel and heartless.

As if they had no memory of their treatment of the princess of another country.

The death of the beloved girl made the prince disgusted with this cruel princess. He deliberately poisoned her with a love potion and gave her away to a lowly nobleman without the princess's royal knowledge.

He accused her of betraying him.

The princess, who felt dirty, was only silent when she was humiliated.

It was as if her blood was slowly turning black.

Very black, like an infectious disease.

So black that the princess' shadow could not be seen.

The princess who was like a disease that could not be stopped. 

The princess brutally killed the prince's beloved.

The king.

The queen.

His brother.

All of them!

In the end, she was called a black witch.

Her kingdom didn't even help this cruel princess.

How pathetic.

They made the prince condemn this princess to the guillotine. This princess was dragged to the dirtiest and stinkiest prison. Every night she laughed and cried and danced like music that never stops.

Dancing and dancing.

Crying and crying.

Laughing and laughing.

The mad princess of the wealthy kingdom.

Haha.

Who am I?

I am the princess!

Princess!

As she was about to be executed, she saw that the sky was bright blue.

Even the world seemed to be happy about her death.

Impertinent...

Look at you.

After my death, you will be cursed by me.

How dare you stare at me with such a look and brazenly throw those cheap things in my face!

The princess laughed out loud at the sight of the sky and said like a flowing black curse.

Dance until your legs break.

Cry until your eyes fall out.

Laugh until your neck breaks.

Dance until you are asleep on the ground.

Weep over your misfortune.

Laugh at the emergence of the new you.

Until the world only remembers me and your sin.

The guillotine was quickly operated and the princess's head came off.

Everyone laughed and danced.

They danced like crazy.

Everyone danced with fear.

No one could stop them from dancing like a music box.

Crying out of fear.

Laughing at their death, but now they couldn't stop laughing.

They kept dancing until black blood was everywhere.

Rolling eyes everywhere.

Until their heads were no longer human.

A terrible plague, like a curse.

It spread everywhere until everyone feared the princess.

No one could stop her curse, not even God could stop her pride.

Yes, her pride!

In front of the smiling princess' head, they were struck by her curse.

Hahaha!

This is your sin!

You will never be able to forget me. You can never look at me with your disgusting eyes and talk nonsense to me!

I am the epitome of your sin.

For you are all just my music box.

The woman immediately smiled mysteriously.

Well, sir, so what?

It's a very moving story, isn't it?

I've been kind enough to tell you a forgotten story that the world still remembers.

The day of her death is coming soon. Are you still thinking about choosing the card of Justice?

Hm?

Persistent in your choice?

Well...

All right.

I'll take the Death card.

Don't regret your choice, sir.

I was kind enough to give you a choice.

Then let's see.

You and your country will die, or I will die.

Like a broken music box that keeps on playing.

We will play in black blood.