Memorize Chapter 266

The world of Hall Plain is one where the word “death” is a constant companion. Even newbies know how common death is here. Anyone living in this world, whether they like it or not, has likely faced the death of a friend or stranger.

The author of this report once lost a comrade during an expedition a few years ago, someone I’d been with since the Rite of Passage. His final words were simple: “It’s futile.” With those words, he shed a few tears and closed his eyes forever. I pondered deeply on his words and tears.

There’s a term, “zōtō,” or “lantern of fleeting images.” It refers to a spinning lantern that changes scenes as it turns, symbolizing the rapid passage of time or fleeting moments. People often say, “Life is like a zōtō,” or “My life flashed before my eyes like a zōtō.” Perhaps what my friend meant by saying it was all for nothing was that he had looked back on his life in an instant just before he died from the poison?

Some reading this might call me overly sentimental. Fair enough. I did write earlier that Hall Plain demands familiarity with death. But the true theme of this record is “tears.”

Everyone probably knows about the potion called ‘Angel's Tears,’ which became a big topic of conversation in the past. Right after the secret of the player shop was revealed, a lucky player pre-empted it by spending a large sum of Gold Points and gained the effect of an increase of a whopping 6 stat points. In the first place, cases where one could raise stats were rare, so the fact that one could raise 6 points at once, and freely at that, was said to have bought enormous envy. 

Since then, a huge craze for obtaining ‘tears’ has swept through players who were blinded by the prospect of raising their stats, and it is still ongoing. To be sure, human tears are useless, but it's possible that the tears of other beings might have a similar effect.

Not long ago, we repelled the allied forces of other continents who had gathered around the Southern Continent. In the process, we captured a considerable number of players as prisoners, and among them were many fairies who had allied with the Southern Continent. In the post-war process, most of the fairies were reduced to slaves, and players turned the craze that started with ‘Angel's Tears’ towards the fairies.

As there is a similar precedent, I, the author, also thought there was a pretty high possibility concerning fairies. Well, as a result, there have been no reported cases of fairy tears having an effect so far. I want to point out the problem with the way players are obtaining the fairies’ tears.

Fairies aren’t prone to crying, maintaining a calm emotional state. Yet, they are sentient beings with personalities. Seeing hanging them in the public square and gang-raping them in turns, or trying to obtain tears by assaulting them beyond acceptable limits, is simply dumbfounding. (Of course, it's a different matter if it's from a pure desire for revenge for losing a colleague to a fairy.)

Emotion is a complex topic, and I hesitate to judge too harshly. Still, I can’t help but feel there’s a difference between the tears my friend shed at death and those forced from fairies through unspeakable acts. It’s hard to pinpoint, but perhaps it’s the “sincerity” or “authenticity” of the emotion. Tears coerced through sexual violence lack the potency of something like the “Angel's Tears.” If fairy tears could be shed naturally, imbued with their genuine emotions, they might hold real power.

This is just my opinion. Players who own fairy slaves are free to do as they wish, but don’t come at me with a sword if the tears don’t work.

PS. Fairies are also known to have their own respective classes. One thing I'm curious about as the author is the thought that perhaps the tears of fairies could also differ according to class. If so, if one could capture the true emotions of the Fairy Queen, who stands at the pinnacle of the noble fairies, I, the author, am truly curious about what kind of effect those tears would contain.

Excerpt from ‘A Study on the Current Craze in the Hall Plane, Tears,’ a book by Yang Gi-Deok (Year 7 player), a renowned explorer of the Northern Continent.

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This wasn’t my first time seeing a fairy, but it was my first encountering a Fairy Queen so closely. I studied her pointed ears, perked upright. Her milky, voluptuous chest and flawless, bare body, visible through the bedding, stole my breath.

Margarita was untouched by ruin, exuding an overflowing elegance and untouchable allure. She was incomparably more noble, delicate, and beautiful than the ordinary fairies I remembered from my first life

Her silvery hair settled, revealing pale blue eyes. The moment our gazes met:

“Master!”

“…”

“Heehee, Master, you've changed your appearance again. Master. Why do you keep testing Mar? You know, Mar won't fall for such tricks any~more.”

Margarita tilted her head briefly but soon smiled brightly, shaking her head. With graceful poise, she slid off the bed, then crawled toward me on all fours, chest and belly grazing the floor.

Stunned by the sight, I activated my Third Eye reflexively.

<Native Status>

1. Name: Margarita Dalant Beatrice  

2. Class: Fairy Queen (Tribe, Queen of Fairies, Master)  

3. Nation: Fairy Forest  

4. Clan: -  

5. True Name · Origin: Queen of the Fairies whose wings have been clipped · Yggdrasil  

6. Sex: Female (788 years)  

7. Height · Weight: 171.8 cm · 48.7 kg  

8. Alignment: Obscene · Obey  

[Strength 14 (-76)] [Resistance 2 (-76)] [Agility 28 (-72)] [Vitality 12 (-70)] [Magic 4 (-92)] [Luck 0 (-98)]

(For nearly 300 years, she endured immense physical and mental torment. Despite her noble and resilient nature, she succumbed to the relentless brainwashing and conditioning by a malevolent mage. Her original spirit has collapsed, and she has lost all traces of her former glory as the Fairy Queen and hero.)

(Margarita’s current state, both internally and externally, can be described as “broken.” She lost her rationality long ago and has been “remolded” to suit the mage’s desires.)

(She has exceeded her natural lifespan. Ancient magic barriers and the mage’s efforts to prolong her life have forcibly extended it, but these are temporary measures. Her body is alive but in a paradoxical state akin to death.)

(It has been confirmed that the ancient magic that was extending Margarita's life has been cut off. The actions that have forcibly sustained her life until now will come back as poison. In 3 hours, the moment her physical stats reach 0, the Fairy Queen will face a very painful death.)

(Even an elixir cannot resolve the “paradox” of her current state. However, reconnecting her severed magic could slightly extend her life.)

What horrors had she endured to produce such staggering information? I let out a low groan as the dense messages filled the air. As I let out a soft sigh and lowered my gaze, I saw Margarita's slender back; she had approached me at some point. There should have been twelve pairs of wings, but not a single pair was visible, as if they had all been torn off.

‘She’s going to die soon, then.’

“Woof woof! Welcome, Master! Woof woof!”

“What…?”

As the shocking words and actions continued, Margarita stopped crawling right in front of me. Then, with a beaming smile, she looked up at me and swayed her hips from side to side. She looked just like a puppy wagging its tail, happy to see its owner.

“Hoho… Marvolo de Aylight…? That fucking bastard…!”

“Ugh… Ugh…!”

Suddenly, murderous intent erupted from both sides. Even Go Yeon-Joo, who usually restrained her language around me, and Yun-Jung, growling amidst her vomiting, were genuinely enraged by Marvolo’s depravity. That's how pitiful and wretched Margarita was before our eyes, to the point where it was hard to believe she was the Fairy Queen

Sensing the killing intent filling the room, Margarita let out a “Hic” and clung to my legs, her teary eyes pleading.

“M-Master, I’m sorry. Don’t hit me. Mar did everything the Master asked faithfully. Look! I ate half the unicorn meat, licked up all the water, and ate all the candy Master gave me. Please don’t punish me. Sob… I’m sorry…”

Marvolo was undeniably a deranged pervert. He fed her unicorn meat. The “water” likely referred to human blood, and the “candy” was probably some experimental concoction to extend her life, likely made from the countless atrocities littering this place.

I gently pried Margarita off my legs. Kneeling to meet her gaze, I spoke clearly, infusing my words with mana.

“I am not your master. Are you Margarita, one of the heroes who saved Hall Plain and known as the Fairy Queen?”

“Ung…? Ah, yes! Mar~ was once called that without knowing her place! I'm sorry for being arrogant back then, Master.”

“…Fairy Queen. Marvolo de Aylight, who bound you, is dead. You’re safe now.”

Speaking firmly, I saw a slight change in Margarita’s expression. Her bright smile faded, her eyes widening slightly. But they remained clouded. Our gazes locked, and her delicate lips slowly parted.

“Ah…”

“She’s coming to…”

“Oh, come on~ I said I won’t fall for it, Master!”

Her reaction was fleeting. Then, with a seductive expression, she flopped onto her back on the floor and looked at me with a coy face..

“Master, you really still want to test me.”

“…”

“Don’t worry. If that’s the case, Mar will prove her obedience to you directly. You see, Mar was comforting herself vigorously today, thinking of Master. I’ll show you the proof.”

As she finished speaking, Margarita's hand fumbled for her private part. Her index and middle fingers, which had soon penetrated the inside of her pussy, smoothly pulled out a thin, long, conical thing from within. The surface of the thing was smeared with a sticky liquid, but it was glowing with a faint light. It was a unicorn's horn.

“…Tch.”

“Su-Hyeon, From what I see…. I think it's already over.”

As I clicked my tongue, Go Yeon-Joo’s somber voice came from beside me. She was right. The grace and nobility of a queen, briefly visible when she rose from the bed, had melted away. Before me was only an irredeemable fairy, craving depravity like a prostitute. She couldn’t be saved nor could she be made a companion in this state.

‘In that case…’

After a moment of deliberation over Margarita’s fate, I sighed inwardly and stepped forward.

“Hmm, Master. For some reason, Mar’s body has been getting cold since earlier. I’m short of breath, and I keep feeling sleepy. Hurry and warm me up.”

“You are the Queen of the Fairies.”

“Yes! Mar is a pet bitch who is always ready to serve her Master!”

As if trained, Margarita responded reflexively. And the moment I heard those words, I was finally able to make a decision.

Having made up my mind, I needed to act quickly. It might not work, but if there was even a sliver of a chance, I wanted to take it. It was all or nothing. She was doomed to die soon anyway. Forcing her life to continue or leaving her to a painful death seemed worse than ending it cleanly here.

“You’re really going to embarrass me to the end. Heehee. But I’m glad you came. Please, use Mar’s filthy—”

“Enough.”

Margarita, who was panting and spreading her own thighs left and right, immediately stopped her actions at my command. I calmly helped her sit up. Then, I bent my knee again to meet her gaze and reached out my hand towards the spot where a fairy's heart would be. I could feel the soft flesh of her breast on my upper finger joints, but I paid it no mind. In that state, I slowly awakened the Hwajung sleeping in my heart.

“Hehe, Master, you’re so gentle today.”

“…Sure.”

“I like this Master too, but a little more. No, you can be much rougher.”

“…”

If I could, I’d have silenced her. I focused, channeling power into her. I felt the fiery energy slowly consume her insides. This wasn’t for destruction. Though it hastened death, I prayed to Hwajung with unprecedented fervor: burn away the malevolent forces tainting her, and, if possible, incinerate her painful memories.

“It’s warm… Master, what is this…?”

“…”

“So warm… and cozy… It’s like…”

“Like?”

“Like a forest… uh…?”

As the Hwajung engulfed her body, blazing fiercely, Margarita’s eyes widened. Seizing the moment, I supported her neck and whispered in her ear.

“Margarita Dalant Beatrice, queen of the Fairy Forest, born under the blessing of Yggdrasil, the noblest of fairies.”

“Uh… uh…?”

“You were once a hero who saved Hall Plain. Though I didn’t grow up witnessing it, I personally respect the achievements still recorded and spoken of today.”

“Uh… mm…”

Margarita had outlived her natural lifespan, forcibly extended by Marvolo. Defying nature’s order almost always ends badly. Trying to sustain her pure fairy body through profane means explained the “paradox” in her status. It wasn’t surprising.

Maintaining that state, some time passed. During that time, only a quiet silence flowed through the room. Occasionally, Margarita's pained moans would echo in the air.

Whoosh, whoosh.

Finally, as the Hwajung purified her insides, clear flames emerged on her exterior. Even 300 years of accumulated malice was powerless before the Hwajung’s might.And ironically, as everything that had sustained Margarita's life disappeared, a reaction slowly began to appear.

Rustle, rustle…

A radiant light emanated from her body. Golden particles swirled from her toes. She was undergoing dissolution, returning to her original state. Marvolo had orchestrated “destruction” for maximum pain, but I aimed for “purification” to ease her passing. And then…

“Ah… ugh… ah…”

‘Still no reaction… It’s uncertain, but maybe…’

Her body was vanishing, consumed by golden particles bit by bit. Even forced purification couldn’t instantly restore a mind broken over centuries. She continued groaning with a vacant expression. Lost in thought, I whispered again.

“Your fiancé, the hero Lloyd, has already passed away.”

“Ah…?”

“I pray that you may achieve in heaven the dream you could not achieve in life…”

“…”

‘Please, remember.’

She might be recalling something now. As far as I knew, no player who had read the record I read had succeeded, but I couldn't be 100% sure that the record was correct either.

Her body was dissolving faster—feet, legs, arms, torso. From her feet, legs, arms, to her torso. Amidst the brilliant golden dust, all that remained was the upper part of her chest. But that too was already passing her neck.

Was it over? I sighed, rising. Using the Hwajung again left my body stiff, but still…

“Llo…y…d…??”

At that moment, as I turned to leave with lingering regret, a faint voice reached my ears. Startled, I spun back. Golden light covered Margarita up to her nose, but her once-clouded eyes now shone clearly, as if experiencing a final lucidity. And then…

Drip…

A single tear rolled from her right eye.

Tap, tap… roll…

The tear formed a round shape, falling to the floor and rolling softly.

It was the tear of the Fairy Queen.

Whoosh! Rustle, rustle…

The Hwajung blazed once more, and golden particles danced widely around. Margarita was gone. Margarita was no longer visible. The Fairy Queen, who had suffered for over 300 years, met her original end in the basement of the castle.

‘That guy was right.’

After staring blankly at the scene for a while, I calmly picked up the things that had fallen on the ground. In my right hand, the unicorn's horn. In my left hand, the Fairy Queen's tear. The tear felt solid, and oddly, my left hand burned, perhaps from the Hwajung’s influence.

Turning, I saw two women standing with solemn faces. Passing them, I spoke softly.

“Let's go up now…. Ah.”

As I moved toward the stairs, a thought struck me, and I glanced at the bed. There lay a white divine beast in its pitiful state.

‘I should take that too.’