Even the Devil Regrets it - Chapter 105

Atlante spoke softly, as if trying to comfort Juliana.

“This is the mission I received from God as the Tear of God. Are you going to stop me from fulfilling it?”

As Braeden watched Juliana continue to cry, he muttered bitterly under his breath, as if cursing the heavens.

“That cursed old man.”

Juliana quickly wiped away her tears and forced a smile, trying to appear calm.

“Thank you, Atlante. I didn’t know you were such an incredible being.”

“It’s alright. Humans never really understand anything until they experience it for themselves.”

Once Juliana had calmed down a little, Atlante turned his gaze toward Braeden. Even with his round and slime-like body, the sharpness in his eyes was surprisingly fierce.

“Make sure you live well so that I won’t regret this sacrifice.”

His words sounded more like a scolding than a request, but his tiny, squishy form made him look more cute than threatening. Braeden didn’t show any emotion. He simply nodded.

“I promise.”

Though the two had always clashed like enemies whenever they met, there was a warmth between them now that hadn’t been there before. Atlante seemed satisfied with Braeden’s answer and spoke again after a moment of thought.

“Even if I stop your rampage now, as long as your demonic power remains, this same problem could come back again someday. You said before that you wanted to disappear, didn’t you?”

Braeden did not answer. Instead, he raised one eyebrow, waiting to hear more.

“In that case, how about becoming human?”

The room fell completely silent. Then, all at once, everyone gasped.

“Did you say human? You really mean a human?”

Braeden, who had been leaning back in his chair, sat up straight.

“Is that even possible?”

Juliana’s eyes went wide as she asked the question.

“Why do I have to keep repeating myself? I told you already. I’m the Tear of God. I can do incredible things.”

The way Atlante spoke to Juliana was much gentler compared to how he talked to Braeden. The difference was so obvious that Belial’s followers tried not to laugh, their lips twitching as they held it in. Braeden, however, had already fallen into deep thought.

“Becoming human…”

He had once longed for his own end because disappearing was the only way to escape the endless and meaningless life of a demon.

That changed when he fell in love with Juliana. But human life was short. If she died, what would happen to him? Would he go back to wanting to disappear? Or would he live on, clinging to her memory? Maybe, in the end, he would lose his mind from the loneliness and become an even more terrifying monster than he was now.

Braeden imagined a life as a human. Waking up and falling asleep beside Juliana. Growing old with her. Facing death side by side.

Humans were weak, unable to predict even the next day. But to Braeden, they had always seemed beautiful. Their lives burned brightly, even if only for a short time.

“Yes. Please do it. Make me human.”

Atlante smiled when he saw the sincerity in Braeden’s eyes. He thought he might be the first Tear of God to ever witness such a pure and honest expression from a great demon.

“Alright. I have thought it over, and honestly, I believe this is the best choice.”

Atlante’s body wobbled and shimmered. A soft, glowing light began to spread around him.

“Wait, Atlante!”

Juliana rushed forward and gently picked him up with both hands, holding him to her chest.

Atlante let out a small laugh, as if her touch tickled.

“Just because I look like this doesn’t mean I’m a child. Don’t forget, I’m much older than you.”

Hearing this, Juliana nodded and carefully set him back down.

“Maybe someday, God will once again look upon the human world with compassion and sorrow. He might shed another tear. And if that happens, somewhere on this earth, a new Tear of God will be born. Since all Tears of God are connected, we may meet again. So please, do not be too sad.”

“Alright. I will try,” Juliana replied in a trembling voice, thick with tears.

The light surrounding Atlante began to grow stronger. A bright white radiance burst forth, so intense it felt like it could crush the darkness itself. In an instant, the room was filled with pure, blinding light.

At that moment, Kankantier rumbled with a deep, echoing sound. The mountain, once left in a terrible state, began to change under the will and power of the divine.

The cracked valleys were filled in, and the smoky haze that had once risen from the ground disappeared. The shattered ice walls reformed, and a deep blue sky stretched overhead.

The snow-covered peak of Kankantier, once worshiped for its awe-inspiring beauty, was restored to its original, perfect form.

The overwhelming light gradually faded. When it was gone, so was Atlante.

Aside from his absence, everything else seemed unchanged. But it was clear that a new day had begun.

The next morning, Braeden woke early at dawn. His body still felt unfamiliar and weak. Even though he had slept as a demon before, this felt completely different.

Will I start dreaming soon?

He could not imagine what dreams might feel like. But he had a feeling that once he did, it would truly feel like he had become human.

He looked down at Juliana, who was still sleeping soundly. Her silver hair was slightly tousled, and her beautiful features were peaceful and serene. He could not look away.

Filled with emotion, Braeden gazed at her face. Then, noticing the light coming in through the curtains, he instinctively raised his hand.

In the past, his demonic powers would have responded and closed the curtains on their own. But now, nothing happened.

It was only natural. He was human now. Still, the moment caught him off guard. It would take time to adjust to a life without power.

Carefully, so as not to wake her, Braeden sat up and quietly got out of bed. He walked to the window and reached for the curtain himself. As he held it in his hand, he glanced outside without thinking.

Snow had covered the Grand Citadel overnight. It was the first snowfall of the season. Though snow was a common sight in the north, something about it made him pause.

Without quite knowing why, he stood there for a while, then stepped outside.

Juliana woke up to find the space beside her empty. Startled, she sat up. Everything that had happened yesterday still felt surreal, and now that Braeden was gone, her heart sank.

Was it all just a dream?

She pulled the bell cord, and Anita entered the bedroom.

“Where is His Grace?”

“He has been outside for a while now,” Anita replied.

“Outside?” Juliana repeated, surprised.

“I believe… he is watching the snow.”

Anita’s expression was as unreadable as ever. Juliana could not tell what she was thinking. But the slight pause in her speech made it feel like something was off.

“I will go outside. Please help me get dressed.”

The northern weather was bitterly cold, and she needed to bundle up properly before stepping out.

Once she was ready, Juliana stepped outside. As soon as she left the east wing, a puff of white breath escaped her lips.

In the distance, she spotted a dark figure standing alone in the snow. The contrast against the white background caught her eye immediately, and she began to walk faster.

“Ithan! What are you doing out here?”

“You’re here,” Braeden said with a smile as he welcomed Juliana.

But Juliana could not return the smile.

“Why are you dressed like that? And your hands, why are they so red?”

Even in the dead of winter, Braeden had never worn thick clothing before. As a great demon, he had never felt cold, so winter coats had been unnecessary.

But things were different now. He was no longer a demon.

The proof was clear. His hands and face were flushed red from being out in the cold for too long.

“I was just amazed at how weak my body has become. Look at this. The snow feels so cold.”

To be honest, he had been thinking about making a small cut on himself just to see if his body could still heal on its own. But then he realized that doing so might actually kill him. He understood that the human body was fragile.

“Oh my goodness. Someone, bring a blanket or a coat immediately.”

It was extremely rare for Juliana to raise her voice at the Grand Citadel. Almost unheard of.

The fact that Her Highness had just shouted startled the servants, who immediately began rushing around in a panic.

Before long, someone arrived carrying a blanket. The servant had no idea what it was for, so when Juliana threw it over the Grand Duke, they were left completely shocked.

It was not unusual for His Grace to walk around in light clothing during winter. It had always been that way. The servants blinked in confusion, unable to make sense of the situation that now seemed reversed.

“This will not do. Call for the physician. And you, come inside at once.”

Juliana ordered the servant to summon a doctor, then firmly pushed against Braeden’s back to guide him inside.

She had no idea this event would soon spark strange rumors among the castle staff.

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