CHAPTER 30…………………
It was a little disorganized, but still… she’d said everything she wanted to say.
So now, she really wished Lumière would stop looking like he was angry…
Seriously, what part of this made him so furious? It was like she’d committed some terrible crime.
Why am I the one walking on eggshells?
All she did was ask when he was leaving. It wasn’t like he was going to live in the Demon Realm forever, was he?
“You can’t keep living like this, can you?”
Even if he needed to rest a little longer right now because things were hard…
There were so many people looking for him.
So many things only he could do.
And… he was a hero.
But Zenya swallowed those words.
Lumière had said he hated being called a hero.
As she bit down on her lip, Lumière—who had only been silently looking down at her—suddenly turned away.
Wait, where are you going?
The conversation wasn’t even over.
She hurried after him, but thankfully Lumière only walked toward the flowerbed right in front of them.
Zenya was about to suggest they return to the room—that arguing here wasn’t a good idea—
But the moment she realized what he was holding in his hand…
Her face went completely pale.
“…Don’t tell me. No, right?”
Her voice trembled pathetically.
But as they said, “what you fear most comes true.”
Lumière stared straight at her…
And, as if to prove it, chewed and swallowed the poisonous herb.
“…You’re insane…”
Zenya stared at the man calmly chewing the flower, refusing to accept reality.
This had to be a dream.
Her eyes had to be wrong.
But no matter how much she denied it…
The scene in front of her didn’t change.
After he swallowed every last bit of poison in his mouth, Lumière spoke again.
“Now it’s fine, right? I can’t leave. Heal me again.”
Was he really out of his mind?
Before she could even process it, he coughed—
His lips looked unnaturally red.
Staggering under the spreading poison, Lumière stumbled toward her and dropped to his knees.
Then, like a devout believer, he buried his face into her palm and whispered,
“Zenya needs me alive, don’t you? So until I’m healthy… you won’t leave my side, right?”
His blue eyes gleamed with something eerie as they captured her face.
“I must have been living all this time just to see you.”
Lumière closed his eyes as if making a wish.
“So don’t abandon me.”
Everything was a mess.
Her thoughts. This situation. Everything.
“Hah…”
Everything Zenya had assumed until now had been completely wrong.
She thought he was trying to recruit her—someone known as the Demon King’s close aide—to obtain information about the Demon King’s castle.
She even thought it was almost pitiful, all the effort he was putting in for so little gain.
All of it… wrong.
“Zenya?”
This cunning man, who knew exactly what kind of expression she was weak to…
His goal had never been the Demon King’s death.
Watching Lumière rub his face against her so desperately, Zenya clamped her mouth shut.
She didn’t know what she’d say if she spoke.
But then—
Blood-black and thick suddenly spilled from his mouth.
And she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Y-…!”
“This crazy bastard!”
No matter what your goal was, what kind of lunatic poisons himself with his own hands?!
“Zenya… my stomach hurts a little.”
A little?!
Anyone could see his organs were melting in real time!
Zenya struggled to support his heavy body and, unable to contain her rage, smacked his shoulder.
“You ate everything I told you not to! How could you not be in pain?!”
Even while being scolded, Lumière smiled brightly.
“Then… we can stay together again, right?”
He was completely, undeniably insane.
The situation was spiraling out of control.
* * *
After that, it took an enormous amount of effort to calm him down.
His legs gradually gave out, and eventually he spilled a bucketful of blood onto her shoulder.
Zenya barely managed to keep her sanity.
Then she healed him easily with holy power.
But the moment she pushed him away after curing him…
Lumière tried to repeat his madness again.
“Now get up on your own! You’re heavy!”
“…Ah.”
He obediently let her shove him back, then turned his head to the side.
The moment Zenya realized where his gaze was headed, she grabbed his shoulder before he could move.
“Where are you going?”
“To eat one more.”
He was truly gone.
Zenya somehow managed to coax him, and quickly shoved a hat onto his head before anyone could see.
Without even checking if others were nearby, she dragged Lumière away.
He stopped a few times, but she covered his mouth with her hand.
When they finally reached the room…
Things didn’t get better.
They got worse.
Zenya threw the picnic basket she’d brought onto the floor, yanked off Lumière’s robe, and roughly wiped his mouth.
“Don’t pick up and eat weird things again like earlier!”
His response:
“So as long as I don’t do that… it’s fine?”
The slow way he scanned the room felt like madness itself.
Zenya was on the verge of tears.
“Don’t do anything that could harm your body!”
Maybe her trembling face looked desperate.
Maybe he felt guilty.
In the end, Lumière hooked his finger with hers in promise.
After finally stopping him, Zenya changed out of her bloodstained clothes in the bathroom and slowly began to come out of her panic…
Or maybe she was sinking deeper into it.
She didn’t know.
She only knew she needed to get out of this room as fast as possible.
She stepped out immediately, preparing to leave.
“I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Where? You’re abandoning me to go somewhere else?”
Lumière, who had been sitting quietly on the bed, shot up.
Zenya raised her hand to stop him from approaching.
The word abandon was starting to feel like a trigger.
The earlier scene flashed through her mind like a nightmare.
And finally, she snapped.
“If you stop me, I really will abandon you!”
She had always tried to be gentle with him.
She really had.
She’d given in to most of his stubbornness.
But if she endured any longer…
She felt like she’d go insane too.
“So just sit still and wait!”
Lumière blinked, looking as docile as a cow, as if he never expected her to yell.
She wanted to leave immediately…
But she had no idea what this unhinged man might do.
“Two hours! I’ll come back in two hours, okay?!”
She glared until he slowly nodded, eyes drifting to the clock.
Normally, that would’ve looked pitiful.
Maybe even cute.
But today?
She fully intended to use every last second of those two hours.
Before Lumière could grab her again, Zenya half-ran out of the room.
And the place she ended up…
Was right beside Beef.
Panting, Zenya gulped down the water Beef handed her in one go.
Still unable to calm down, she drank two more glasses.
Then she collapsed into the chair Beef pushed toward her, staring blankly into space.
“Ugh…”
The more she thought about it, the more hopeless it felt.
She grabbed her head without realizing.
“Zenya… what on earth happened?”
Zenya swallowed a sigh, looking at Beef’s worried face.
She couldn’t properly explain.
But she also couldn’t survive without telling someone about this insane situation.
Where did she even begin?
Zenya squeezed her eyes shut.
She’d pitied the hero, who looked like he’d lost the will to live.
That’s why she’d always treated him softly.
But no matter how kindly she tried to interpret his actions…
This was too much.
“How do you deal with a crazy bastard?”
Beef’s already serious expression turned even darker.
“…What really happened?”
It had happened.
But she couldn’t say it outright.
Even after what Lumière did, Zenya still didn’t want him to be cursed too harshly.
“Haa…”
“Zenya.”
In the end, she stayed silent.
“No, it’s nothing. I’m just… a little on edge…”
She tried to brush it off and stand—
But Beef cut her off.
“You treat him the same way.”
“…What?”
“You act just as crazy back. No need to overreact to anything he does.”
“…Uh…”
Beef narrowed his eyes.
“That’s what you’re good at.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Zenya had dealt with countless half-insane demons before.
“So the fact that you’re asking this means…”
Beef’s voice sharpened.
“Someone unexpected did something insane, didn’t they?”
Zenya didn’t even notice the edge in his tone, too focused on the accuracy.
“…Yeah.”
Beef, looking exhausted, asked bluntly:
“Your boyfriend?”
“…Mm.”
Beef’s presence suddenly grew dangerous.
“How crazy? Did he hit you?”
Zenya quickly shook her head, noticing his clenched fist.
“No.”
“Then?”
At this point, no one would believe her if she said nothing happened.
More than anything…
She needed advice.
“Beef… how do you fix a man who’s overly obsessed?”
She believed Beef—one of the most objective and wise people she knew—would have an answer.
But the response was brutally firm.
“What do you mean, fix?”
“…What?”
“That’s his nature. You can’t fix it.”
Of course — here’s the English translation, keeping the tone and emotional intensity of the original:
It was a little disorganized, but still… she’d said everything she wanted to say.
So now, she really wished Lumière would stop looking like he was angry…
Seriously, what part of this made him so furious? It was like she’d committed some terrible crime.
Why am I the one walking on eggshells?
All she did was ask when he was leaving. It wasn’t like he was going to live in the Demon Realm forever, was he?
“You can’t keep living like this, can you?”
Even if he needed to rest a little longer right now because things were hard…
There were so many people looking for him.
So many things only he could do.
And… he was a hero.
But Zenya swallowed those words.
Lumière had said he hated being called a hero.
As she bit down on her lip, Lumière—who had only been silently looking down at her—suddenly turned away.
Wait, where are you going?
The conversation wasn’t even over.
She hurried after him, but thankfully Lumière only walked toward the flowerbed right in front of them.
Zenya was about to suggest they return to the room—that arguing here wasn’t a good idea—
But the moment she realized what he was holding in his hand…
Her face went completely pale.
“…Don’t tell me. No, right?”
Her voice trembled pathetically.
But as they said, “what you fear most comes true.”
Lumière stared straight at her…
And, as if to prove it, chewed and swallowed the poisonous herb.
“…You’re insane…”
Zenya stared at the man calmly chewing the flower, refusing to accept reality.
This had to be a dream.
Her eyes had to be wrong.
But no matter how much she denied it…
The scene in front of her didn’t change.
After he swallowed every last bit of poison in his mouth, Lumière spoke again.
“Now it’s fine, right? I can’t leave. Heal me again.”
Was he really out of his mind?
Before she could even process it, he coughed—
His lips looked unnaturally red.
Staggering under the spreading poison, Lumière stumbled toward her and dropped to his knees.
Then, like a devout believer, he buried his face into her palm and whispered,
“Zenya needs me alive, don’t you? So until I’m healthy… you won’t leave my side, right?”
His blue eyes gleamed with something eerie as they captured her face.
“I must have been living all this time just to see you.”
Lumière closed his eyes as if making a wish.
“So don’t abandon me.”
Everything was a mess.
Her thoughts. This situation. Everything.
“Hah…”
Everything Zenya had assumed until now had been completely wrong.
She thought he was trying to recruit her—someone known as the Demon King’s close aide—to obtain information about the Demon King’s castle.
She even thought it was almost pitiful, all the effort he was putting in for so little gain.
All of it… wrong.
“Zenya?”
This cunning man, who knew exactly what kind of expression she was weak to…
His goal had never been the Demon King’s death.
Watching Lumière rub his face against her so desperately, Zenya clamped her mouth shut.
She didn’t know what she’d say if she spoke.
But then—
Blood-black and thick suddenly spilled from his mouth.
And she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Y-…!”
“This crazy bastard!”
No matter what your goal was, what kind of lunatic poisons himself with his own hands?!
“Zenya… my stomach hurts a little.”
A little?!
Anyone could see his organs were melting in real time!
Zenya struggled to support his heavy body and, unable to contain her rage, smacked his shoulder.
“You ate everything I told you not to! How could you not be in pain?!”
Even while being scolded, Lumière smiled brightly.
“Then… we can stay together again, right?”
He was completely, undeniably insane.
The situation was spiraling out of control.
* * *
After that, it took an enormous amount of effort to calm him down.
His legs gradually gave out, and eventually he spilled a bucketful of blood onto her shoulder.
Zenya barely managed to keep her sanity.
Then she healed him easily with holy power.
But the moment she pushed him away after curing him…
Lumière tried to repeat his madness again.
“Now get up on your own! You’re heavy!”
“…Ah.”
He obediently let her shove him back, then turned his head to the side.
The moment Zenya realized where his gaze was headed, she grabbed his shoulder before he could move.
“Where are you going?”
“To eat one more.”
He was truly gone.
Zenya somehow managed to coax him, and quickly shoved a hat onto his head before anyone could see.
Without even checking if others were nearby, she dragged Lumière away.
He stopped a few times, but she covered his mouth with her hand.
When they finally reached the room…
Things didn’t get better.
They got worse.
Zenya threw the picnic basket she’d brought onto the floor, yanked off Lumière’s robe, and roughly wiped his mouth.
“Don’t pick up and eat weird things again like earlier!”
His response:
“So as long as I don’t do that… it’s fine?”
The slow way he scanned the room felt like madness itself.
Zenya was on the verge of tears.
“Don’t do anything that could harm your body!”
Maybe her trembling face looked desperate.
Maybe he felt guilty.
In the end, Lumière hooked his finger with hers in promise.
After finally stopping him, Zenya changed out of her bloodstained clothes in the bathroom and slowly began to come out of her panic…
Or maybe she was sinking deeper into it.
She didn’t know.
She only knew she needed to get out of this room as fast as possible.
She stepped out immediately, preparing to leave.
“I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Where? You’re abandoning me to go somewhere else?”
Lumière, who had been sitting quietly on the bed, shot up.
Zenya raised her hand to stop him from approaching.
The word abandon was starting to feel like a trigger.
The earlier scene flashed through her mind like a nightmare.
And finally, she snapped.
“If you stop me, I really will abandon you!”
She had always tried to be gentle with him.
She really had.
She’d given in to most of his stubbornness.
But if she endured any longer…
She felt like she’d go insane too.
“So just sit still and wait!”
Lumière blinked, looking as docile as a cow, as if he never expected her to yell.
She wanted to leave immediately…
But she had no idea what this unhinged man might do.
“Two hours! I’ll come back in two hours, okay?!”
She glared until he slowly nodded, eyes drifting to the clock.
Normally, that would’ve looked pitiful.
Maybe even cute.
But today?
She fully intended to use every last second of those two hours.
Before Lumière could grab her again, Zenya half-ran out of the room.
And the place she ended up…
Was right beside Beef.
Panting, Zenya gulped down the water Beef handed her in one go.
Still unable to calm down, she drank two more glasses.
Then she collapsed into the chair Beef pushed toward her, staring blankly into space.
“Ugh…”
The more she thought about it, the more hopeless it felt.
She grabbed her head without realizing.
“Zenya… what on earth happened?”
Zenya swallowed a sigh, looking at Beef’s worried face.
She couldn’t properly explain.
But she also couldn’t survive without telling someone about this insane situation.
Where did she even begin?
Zenya squeezed her eyes shut.
She’d pitied the hero, who looked like he’d lost the will to live.
That’s why she’d always treated him softly.
But no matter how kindly she tried to interpret his actions…
This was too much.
“How do you deal with a crazy bastard?”
Beef’s already serious expression turned even darker.
“…What really happened?”
It had happened.
But she couldn’t say it outright.
Even after what Lumière did, Zenya still didn’t want him to be cursed too harshly.
“Haa…”
“Zenya.”
In the end, she stayed silent.
“No, it’s nothing. I’m just… a little on edge…”
She tried to brush it off and stand—
But Beef cut her off.
“You treat him the same way.”
“…What?”
“You act just as crazy back. No need to overreact to anything he does.”
“…Uh…”
Beef narrowed his eyes.
“That’s what you’re good at.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Zenya had dealt with countless half-insane demons before.
“So the fact that you’re asking this means…”
Beef’s voice sharpened.
“Someone unexpected did something insane, didn’t they?”
Zenya didn’t even notice the edge in his tone, too focused on the accuracy.
“…Yeah.”
Beef, looking exhausted, asked bluntly:
“Your boyfriend?”
“…Mm.”
Beef’s presence suddenly grew dangerous.
“How crazy? Did he hit you?”
Zenya quickly shook her head, noticing his clenched fist.
“No.”
“Then?”
At this point, no one would believe her if she said nothing happened.
More than anything…
She needed advice.
“Beef… how do you fix a man who’s overly obsessed?”
She believed Beef—one of the most objective and wise people she knew—would have an answer.
But the response was brutally firm.
“What do you mean, fix?”
“…What?”
“That’s his nature. You can’t fix it.”
If you want, I can translate the next part too — or help smooth this into a more polished novel-style English prose version while keeping the original intensity.
Of course — here’s the English translation, keeping the tone and emotional intensity of the original:
It was a little disorganized, but still… she’d said everything she wanted to say.
So now, she really wished Lumière would stop looking like he was angry…
Seriously, what part of this made him so furious? It was like she’d committed some terrible crime.
Why am I the one walking on eggshells?
All she did was ask when he was leaving. It wasn’t like he was going to live in the Demon Realm forever, was he?
“You can’t keep living like this, can you?”
Even if he needed to rest a little longer right now because things were hard…
There were so many people looking for him.
So many things only he could do.
And… he was a hero.
But Zenya swallowed those words.
Lumière had said he hated being called a hero.
As she bit down on her lip, Lumière—who had only been silently looking down at her—suddenly turned away.
Wait, where are you going?
The conversation wasn’t even over.
She hurried after him, but thankfully Lumière only walked toward the flowerbed right in front of them.
Zenya was about to suggest they return to the room—that arguing here wasn’t a good idea—
But the moment she realized what he was holding in his hand…
Her face went completely pale.
“…Don’t tell me. No, right?”
Her voice trembled pathetically.
But as they said, “what you fear most comes true.”
Lumière stared straight at her…
And, as if to prove it, chewed and swallowed the poisonous herb.
“…You’re insane…”
Zenya stared at the man calmly chewing the flower, refusing to accept reality.
This had to be a dream.
Her eyes had to be wrong.
But no matter how much she denied it…
The scene in front of her didn’t change.
After he swallowed every last bit of poison in his mouth, Lumière spoke again.
“Now it’s fine, right? I can’t leave. Heal me again.”
Was he really out of his mind?
Before she could even process it, he coughed—
His lips looked unnaturally red.
Staggering under the spreading poison, Lumière stumbled toward her and dropped to his knees.
Then, like a devout believer, he buried his face into her palm and whispered,
“Zenya needs me alive, don’t you? So until I’m healthy… you won’t leave my side, right?”
His blue eyes gleamed with something eerie as they captured her face.
“I must have been living all this time just to see you.”
Lumière closed his eyes as if making a wish.
“So don’t abandon me.”
Everything was a mess.
Her thoughts. This situation. Everything.
“Hah…”
Everything Zenya had assumed until now had been completely wrong.
She thought he was trying to recruit her—someone known as the Demon King’s close aide—to obtain information about the Demon King’s castle.
She even thought it was almost pitiful, all the effort he was putting in for so little gain.
All of it… wrong.
“Zenya?”
This cunning man, who knew exactly what kind of expression she was weak to…
His goal had never been the Demon King’s death.
Watching Lumière rub his face against her so desperately, Zenya clamped her mouth shut.
She didn’t know what she’d say if she spoke.
But then—
Blood-black and thick suddenly spilled from his mouth.
And she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Y-…!”
“This crazy bastard!”
No matter what your goal was, what kind of lunatic poisons himself with his own hands?!
“Zenya… my stomach hurts a little.”
A little?!
Anyone could see his organs were melting in real time!
Zenya struggled to support his heavy body and, unable to contain her rage, smacked his shoulder.
“You ate everything I told you not to! How could you not be in pain?!”
Even while being scolded, Lumière smiled brightly.
“Then… we can stay together again, right?”
He was completely, undeniably insane.
The situation was spiraling out of control.
* * *
After that, it took an enormous amount of effort to calm him down.
His legs gradually gave out, and eventually he spilled a bucketful of blood onto her shoulder.
Zenya barely managed to keep her sanity.
Then she healed him easily with holy power.
But the moment she pushed him away after curing him…
Lumière tried to repeat his madness again.
“Now get up on your own! You’re heavy!”
“…Ah.”
He obediently let her shove him back, then turned his head to the side.
The moment Zenya realized where his gaze was headed, she grabbed his shoulder before he could move.
“Where are you going?”
“To eat one more.”
He was truly gone.
Zenya somehow managed to coax him, and quickly shoved a hat onto his head before anyone could see.
Without even checking if others were nearby, she dragged Lumière away.
He stopped a few times, but she covered his mouth with her hand.
When they finally reached the room…
Things didn’t get better.
They got worse.
Zenya threw the picnic basket she’d brought onto the floor, yanked off Lumière’s robe, and roughly wiped his mouth.
“Don’t pick up and eat weird things again like earlier!”
His response:
“So as long as I don’t do that… it’s fine?”
The slow way he scanned the room felt like madness itself.
Zenya was on the verge of tears.
“Don’t do anything that could harm your body!”
Maybe her trembling face looked desperate.
Maybe he felt guilty.
In the end, Lumière hooked his finger with hers in promise.
After finally stopping him, Zenya changed out of her bloodstained clothes in the bathroom and slowly began to come out of her panic…
Or maybe she was sinking deeper into it.
She didn’t know.
She only knew she needed to get out of this room as fast as possible.
She stepped out immediately, preparing to leave.
“I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Where? You’re abandoning me to go somewhere else?”
Lumière, who had been sitting quietly on the bed, shot up.
Zenya raised her hand to stop him from approaching.
The word abandon was starting to feel like a trigger.
The earlier scene flashed through her mind like a nightmare.
And finally, she snapped.
“If you stop me, I really will abandon you!”
She had always tried to be gentle with him.
She really had.
She’d given in to most of his stubbornness.
But if she endured any longer…
She felt like she’d go insane too.
“So just sit still and wait!”
Lumière blinked, looking as docile as a cow, as if he never expected her to yell.
She wanted to leave immediately…
But she had no idea what this unhinged man might do.
“Two hours! I’ll come back in two hours, okay?!”
She glared until he slowly nodded, eyes drifting to the clock.
Normally, that would’ve looked pitiful.
Maybe even cute.
But today?
She fully intended to use every last second of those two hours.
Before Lumière could grab her again, Zenya half-ran out of the room.
And the place she ended up…
Was right beside Beef.
Panting, Zenya gulped down the water Beef handed her in one go.
Still unable to calm down, she drank two more glasses.
Then she collapsed into the chair Beef pushed toward her, staring blankly into space.
“Ugh…”
The more she thought about it, the more hopeless it felt.
She grabbed her head without realizing.
“Zenya… what on earth happened?”
Zenya swallowed a sigh, looking at Beef’s worried face.
She couldn’t properly explain.
But she also couldn’t survive without telling someone about this insane situation.
Where did she even begin?
Zenya squeezed her eyes shut.
She’d pitied the hero, who looked like he’d lost the will to live.
That’s why she’d always treated him softly.
But no matter how kindly she tried to interpret his actions…
This was too much.
“How do you deal with a crazy bastard?”
Beef’s already serious expression turned even darker.
“…What really happened?”
It had happened.
But she couldn’t say it outright.
Even after what Lumière did, Zenya still didn’t want him to be cursed too harshly.
“Haa…”
“Zenya.”
In the end, she stayed silent.
“No, it’s nothing. I’m just… a little on edge…”
She tried to brush it off and stand—
But Beef cut her off.
“You treat him the same way.”
“…What?”
“You act just as crazy back. No need to overreact to anything he does.”
“…Uh…”
Beef narrowed his eyes.
“That’s what you’re good at.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Zenya had dealt with countless half-insane demons before.
“So the fact that you’re asking this means…”
Beef’s voice sharpened.
“Someone unexpected did something insane, didn’t they?”
Zenya didn’t even notice the edge in his tone, too focused on the accuracy.
“…Yeah.”
Beef, looking exhausted, asked bluntly:
“Your boyfriend?”
“…Mm.”
Beef’s presence suddenly grew dangerous.
“How crazy? Did he hit you?”
Zenya quickly shook her head, noticing his clenched fist.
“No.”
“Then?”
At this point, no one would believe her if she said nothing happened.
More than anything…
She needed advice.
“Beef… how do you fix a man who’s overly obsessed?”
She believed Beef—one of the most objective and wise people she knew—would have an answer.
But the response was brutally firm.
“What do you mean, fix?”
“…What?”
“That’s his nature. You can’t fix it.”
If you want, I can translate the next part too — or help smooth this into a more polished novel-style English prose version while keeping the original intensity.
Of course — here’s the English translation, keeping the tone and emotional intensity of the original:
It was a little disorganized, but still… she’d said everything she wanted to say.
So now, she really wished Lumière would stop looking like he was angry…
Seriously, what part of this made him so furious? It was like she’d committed some terrible crime.
Why am I the one walking on eggshells?
All she did was ask when he was leaving. It wasn’t like he was going to live in the Demon Realm forever, was he?
“You can’t keep living like this, can you?”
Even if he needed to rest a little longer right now because things were hard…
There were so many people looking for him.
So many things only he could do.
And… he was a hero.
But Zenya swallowed those words.
Lumière had said he hated being called a hero.
As she bit down on her lip, Lumière—who had only been silently looking down at her—suddenly turned away.
Wait, where are you going?
The conversation wasn’t even over.
She hurried after him, but thankfully Lumière only walked toward the flowerbed right in front of them.
Zenya was about to suggest they return to the room—that arguing here wasn’t a good idea—
But the moment she realized what he was holding in his hand…
Her face went completely pale.
“…Don’t tell me. No, right?”
Her voice trembled pathetically.
But as they said, “what you fear most comes true.”
Lumière stared straight at her…
And, as if to prove it, chewed and swallowed the poisonous herb.
“…You’re insane…”
Zenya stared at the man calmly chewing the flower, refusing to accept reality.
This had to be a dream.
Her eyes had to be wrong.
But no matter how much she denied it…
The scene in front of her didn’t change.
After he swallowed every last bit of poison in his mouth, Lumière spoke again.
“Now it’s fine, right? I can’t leave. Heal me again.”
Was he really out of his mind?
Before she could even process it, he coughed—
His lips looked unnaturally red.
Staggering under the spreading poison, Lumière stumbled toward her and dropped to his knees.
Then, like a devout believer, he buried his face into her palm and whispered,
“Zenya needs me alive, don’t you? So until I’m healthy… you won’t leave my side, right?”
His blue eyes gleamed with something eerie as they captured her face.
“I must have been living all this time just to see you.”
Lumière closed his eyes as if making a wish.
“So don’t abandon me.”
Everything was a mess.
Her thoughts. This situation. Everything.
“Hah…”
Everything Zenya had assumed until now had been completely wrong.
She thought he was trying to recruit her—someone known as the Demon King’s close aide—to obtain information about the Demon King’s castle.
She even thought it was almost pitiful, all the effort he was putting in for so little gain.
All of it… wrong.
“Zenya?”
This cunning man, who knew exactly what kind of expression she was weak to…
His goal had never been the Demon King’s death.
Watching Lumière rub his face against her so desperately, Zenya clamped her mouth shut.
She didn’t know what she’d say if she spoke.
But then—
Blood-black and thick suddenly spilled from his mouth.
And she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Y-…!”
“This crazy bastard!”
No matter what your goal was, what kind of lunatic poisons himself with his own hands?!
“Zenya… my stomach hurts a little.”
A little?!
Anyone could see his organs were melting in real time!
Zenya struggled to support his heavy body and, unable to contain her rage, smacked his shoulder.
“You ate everything I told you not to! How could you not be in pain?!”
Even while being scolded, Lumière smiled brightly.
“Then… we can stay together again, right?”
He was completely, undeniably insane.
The situation was spiraling out of control.
* * *
After that, it took an enormous amount of effort to calm him down.
His legs gradually gave out, and eventually he spilled a bucketful of blood onto her shoulder.
Zenya barely managed to keep her sanity.
Then she healed him easily with holy power.
But the moment she pushed him away after curing him…
Lumière tried to repeat his madness again.
“Now get up on your own! You’re heavy!”
“…Ah.”
He obediently let her shove him back, then turned his head to the side.
The moment Zenya realized where his gaze was headed, she grabbed his shoulder before he could move.
“Where are you going?”
“To eat one more.”
He was truly gone.
Zenya somehow managed to coax him, and quickly shoved a hat onto his head before anyone could see.
Without even checking if others were nearby, she dragged Lumière away.
He stopped a few times, but she covered his mouth with her hand.
When they finally reached the room…
Things didn’t get better.
They got worse.
Zenya threw the picnic basket she’d brought onto the floor, yanked off Lumière’s robe, and roughly wiped his mouth.
“Don’t pick up and eat weird things again like earlier!”
His response:
“So as long as I don’t do that… it’s fine?”
The slow way he scanned the room felt like madness itself.
Zenya was on the verge of tears.
“Don’t do anything that could harm your body!”
Maybe her trembling face looked desperate.
Maybe he felt guilty.
In the end, Lumière hooked his finger with hers in promise.
After finally stopping him, Zenya changed out of her bloodstained clothes in the bathroom and slowly began to come out of her panic…
Or maybe she was sinking deeper into it.
She didn’t know.
She only knew she needed to get out of this room as fast as possible.
She stepped out immediately, preparing to leave.
“I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Where? You’re abandoning me to go somewhere else?”
Lumière, who had been sitting quietly on the bed, shot up.
Zenya raised her hand to stop him from approaching.
The word abandon was starting to feel like a trigger.
The earlier scene flashed through her mind like a nightmare.
And finally, she snapped.
“If you stop me, I really will abandon you!”
She had always tried to be gentle with him.
She really had.
She’d given in to most of his stubbornness.
But if she endured any longer…
She felt like she’d go insane too.
“So just sit still and wait!”
Lumière blinked, looking as docile as a cow, as if he never expected her to yell.
She wanted to leave immediately…
But she had no idea what this unhinged man might do.
“Two hours! I’ll come back in two hours, okay?!”
She glared until he slowly nodded, eyes drifting to the clock.
Normally, that would’ve looked pitiful.
Maybe even cute.
But today?
She fully intended to use every last second of those two hours.
Before Lumière could grab her again, Zenya half-ran out of the room.
And the place she ended up…
Was right beside Beef.
Panting, Zenya gulped down the water Beef handed her in one go.
Still unable to calm down, she drank two more glasses.
Then she collapsed into the chair Beef pushed toward her, staring blankly into space.
“Ugh…”
The more she thought about it, the more hopeless it felt.
She grabbed her head without realizing.
“Zenya… what on earth happened?”
Zenya swallowed a sigh, looking at Beef’s worried face.
She couldn’t properly explain.
But she also couldn’t survive without telling someone about this insane situation.
Where did she even begin?
Zenya squeezed her eyes shut.
She’d pitied the hero, who looked like he’d lost the will to live.
That’s why she’d always treated him softly.
But no matter how kindly she tried to interpret his actions…
This was too much.
“How do you deal with a crazy bastard?”
Beef’s already serious expression turned even darker.
“…What really happened?”
It had happened.
But she couldn’t say it outright.
Even after what Lumière did, Zenya still didn’t want him to be cursed too harshly.
“Haa…”
“Zenya.”
In the end, she stayed silent.
“No, it’s nothing. I’m just… a little on edge…”
She tried to brush it off and stand—
But Beef cut her off.
“You treat him the same way.”
“…What?”
“You act just as crazy back. No need to overreact to anything he does.”
“…Uh…”
Beef narrowed his eyes.
“That’s what you’re good at.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Zenya had dealt with countless half-insane demons before.
“So the fact that you’re asking this means…”
Beef’s voice sharpened.
“Someone unexpected did something insane, didn’t they?”
Zenya didn’t even notice the edge in his tone, too focused on the accuracy.
“…Yeah.”
Beef, looking exhausted, asked bluntly:
“Your boyfriend?”
“…Mm.”
Beef’s presence suddenly grew dangerous.
“How crazy? Did he hit you?”
Zenya quickly shook her head, noticing his clenched fist.
“No.”
“Then?”
At this point, no one would believe her if she said nothing happened.
More than anything…
She needed advice.
“Beef… how do you fix a man who’s overly obsessed?”
She believed Beef—one of the most objective and wise people she knew—would have an answer.
But the response was brutally firm.
“What do you mean, fix?”
“…What?”
“That’s his nature. You can’t fix it.”
If you want, I can translate the next part too — or help smooth this into a more polished novel-style English prose version while keeping the original intensity.
Of course — here’s the English translation, keeping the tone and emotional intensity of the original:
It was a little disorganized, but still… she’d said everything she wanted to say.
So now, she really wished Lumière would stop looking like he was angry…
Seriously, what part of this made him so furious? It was like she’d committed some terrible crime.
Why am I the one walking on eggshells?
All she did was ask when he was leaving. It wasn’t like he was going to live in the Demon Realm forever, was he?
“You can’t keep living like this, can you?”
Even if he needed to rest a little longer right now because things were hard…
There were so many people looking for him.
So many things only he could do.
And… he was a hero.
But Zenya swallowed those words.
Lumière had said he hated being called a hero.
As she bit down on her lip, Lumière—who had only been silently looking down at her—suddenly turned away.
Wait, where are you going?
The conversation wasn’t even over.
She hurried after him, but thankfully Lumière only walked toward the flowerbed right in front of them.
Zenya was about to suggest they return to the room—that arguing here wasn’t a good idea—
But the moment she realized what he was holding in his hand…
Her face went completely pale.
“…Don’t tell me. No, right?”
Her voice trembled pathetically.
But as they said, “what you fear most comes true.”
Lumière stared straight at her…
And, as if to prove it, chewed and swallowed the poisonous herb.
“…You’re insane…”
Zenya stared at the man calmly chewing the flower, refusing to accept reality.
This had to be a dream.
Her eyes had to be wrong.
But no matter how much she denied it…
The scene in front of her didn’t change.
After he swallowed every last bit of poison in his mouth, Lumière spoke again.
“Now it’s fine, right? I can’t leave. Heal me again.”
Was he really out of his mind?
Before she could even process it, he coughed—
His lips looked unnaturally red.
Staggering under the spreading poison, Lumière stumbled toward her and dropped to his knees.
Then, like a devout believer, he buried his face into her palm and whispered,
“Zenya needs me alive, don’t you? So until I’m healthy… you won’t leave my side, right?”
His blue eyes gleamed with something eerie as they captured her face.
“I must have been living all this time just to see you.”
Lumière closed his eyes as if making a wish.
“So don’t abandon me.”
Everything was a mess.
Her thoughts. This situation. Everything.
“Hah…”
Everything Zenya had assumed until now had been completely wrong.
She thought he was trying to recruit her—someone known as the Demon King’s close aide—to obtain information about the Demon King’s castle.
She even thought it was almost pitiful, all the effort he was putting in for so little gain.
All of it… wrong.
“Zenya?”
This cunning man, who knew exactly what kind of expression she was weak to…
His goal had never been the Demon King’s death.
Watching Lumière rub his face against her so desperately, Zenya clamped her mouth shut.
She didn’t know what she’d say if she spoke.
But then—
Blood-black and thick suddenly spilled from his mouth.
And she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Y-…!”
“This crazy bastard!”
No matter what your goal was, what kind of lunatic poisons himself with his own hands?!
“Zenya… my stomach hurts a little.”
A little?!
Anyone could see his organs were melting in real time!
Zenya struggled to support his heavy body and, unable to contain her rage, smacked his shoulder.
“You ate everything I told you not to! How could you not be in pain?!”
Even while being scolded, Lumière smiled brightly.
“Then… we can stay together again, right?”
He was completely, undeniably insane.
The situation was spiraling out of control.
* * *
After that, it took an enormous amount of effort to calm him down.
His legs gradually gave out, and eventually he spilled a bucketful of blood onto her shoulder.
Zenya barely managed to keep her sanity.
Then she healed him easily with holy power.
But the moment she pushed him away after curing him…
Lumière tried to repeat his madness again.
“Now get up on your own! You’re heavy!”
“…Ah.”
He obediently let her shove him back, then turned his head to the side.
The moment Zenya realized where his gaze was headed, she grabbed his shoulder before he could move.
“Where are you going?”
“To eat one more.”
He was truly gone.
Zenya somehow managed to coax him, and quickly shoved a hat onto his head before anyone could see.
Without even checking if others were nearby, she dragged Lumière away.
He stopped a few times, but she covered his mouth with her hand.
When they finally reached the room…
Things didn’t get better.
They got worse.
Zenya threw the picnic basket she’d brought onto the floor, yanked off Lumière’s robe, and roughly wiped his mouth.
“Don’t pick up and eat weird things again like earlier!”
His response:
“So as long as I don’t do that… it’s fine?”
The slow way he scanned the room felt like madness itself.
Zenya was on the verge of tears.
“Don’t do anything that could harm your body!”
Maybe her trembling face looked desperate.
Maybe he felt guilty.
In the end, Lumière hooked his finger with hers in promise.
After finally stopping him, Zenya changed out of her bloodstained clothes in the bathroom and slowly began to come out of her panic…
Or maybe she was sinking deeper into it.
She didn’t know.
She only knew she needed to get out of this room as fast as possible.
She stepped out immediately, preparing to leave.
“I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Where? You’re abandoning me to go somewhere else?”
Lumière, who had been sitting quietly on the bed, shot up.
Zenya raised her hand to stop him from approaching.
The word abandon was starting to feel like a trigger.
The earlier scene flashed through her mind like a nightmare.
And finally, she snapped.
“If you stop me, I really will abandon you!”
She had always tried to be gentle with him.
She really had.
She’d given in to most of his stubbornness.
But if she endured any longer…
She felt like she’d go insane too.
“So just sit still and wait!”
Lumière blinked, looking as docile as a cow, as if he never expected her to yell.
She wanted to leave immediately…
But she had no idea what this unhinged man might do.
“Two hours! I’ll come back in two hours, okay?!”
She glared until he slowly nodded, eyes drifting to the clock.
Normally, that would’ve looked pitiful.
Maybe even cute.
But today?
She fully intended to use every last second of those two hours.
Before Lumière could grab her again, Zenya half-ran out of the room.
And the place she ended up…
Was right beside Beef.
Panting, Zenya gulped down the water Beef handed her in one go.
Still unable to calm down, she drank two more glasses.
Then she collapsed into the chair Beef pushed toward her, staring blankly into space.
“Ugh…”
The more she thought about it, the more hopeless it felt.
She grabbed her head without realizing.
“Zenya… what on earth happened?”
Zenya swallowed a sigh, looking at Beef’s worried face.
She couldn’t properly explain.
But she also couldn’t survive without telling someone about this insane situation.
Where did she even begin?
Zenya squeezed her eyes shut.
She’d pitied the hero, who looked like he’d lost the will to live.
That’s why she’d always treated him softly.
But no matter how kindly she tried to interpret his actions…
This was too much.
“How do you deal with a crazy bastard?”
Beef’s already serious expression turned even darker.
“…What really happened?”
It had happened.
But she couldn’t say it outright.
Even after what Lumière did, Zenya still didn’t want him to be cursed too harshly.
“Haa…”
“Zenya.”
In the end, she stayed silent.
“No, it’s nothing. I’m just… a little on edge…”
She tried to brush it off and stand—
But Beef cut her off.
“You treat him the same way.”
“…What?”
“You act just as crazy back. No need to overreact to anything he does.”
“…Uh…”
Beef narrowed his eyes.
“That’s what you’re good at.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Zenya had dealt with countless half-insane demons before.
“So the fact that you’re asking this means…”
Beef’s voice sharpened.
“Someone unexpected did something insane, didn’t they?”
Zenya didn’t even notice the edge in his tone, too focused on the accuracy.
“…Yeah.”
Beef, looking exhausted, asked bluntly:
“Your boyfriend?”
“…Mm.”
Beef’s presence suddenly grew dangerous.
“How crazy? Did he hit you?”
Zenya quickly shook her head, noticing his clenched fist.
“No.”
“Then?”
At this point, no one would believe her if she said nothing happened.
More than anything…
She needed advice.
“Beef… how do you fix a man who’s overly obsessed?”
She believed Beef—one of the most objective and wise people she knew—would have an answer.
But the response was brutally firm.
“What do you mean, fix?”
“…What?”
“That’s his nature. You can’t fix it.”
If you want, I can translate the next part too — or help smooth this into a more polished novel-style English prose version while keeping the original intensity.
Of course — here’s the English translation, keeping the tone and emotional intensity of the original:
It was a little disorganized, but still… she’d said everything she wanted to say.
So now, she really wished Lumière would stop looking like he was angry…
Seriously, what part of this made him so furious? It was like she’d committed some terrible crime.
Why am I the one walking on eggshells?
All she did was ask when he was leaving. It wasn’t like he was going to live in the Demon Realm forever, was he?
“You can’t keep living like this, can you?”
Even if he needed to rest a little longer right now because things were hard…
There were so many people looking for him.
So many things only he could do.
And… he was a hero.
But Zenya swallowed those words.
Lumière had said he hated being called a hero.
As she bit down on her lip, Lumière—who had only been silently looking down at her—suddenly turned away.
Wait, where are you going?
The conversation wasn’t even over.
She hurried after him, but thankfully Lumière only walked toward the flowerbed right in front of them.
Zenya was about to suggest they return to the room—that arguing here wasn’t a good idea—
But the moment she realized what he was holding in his hand…
Her face went completely pale.
“…Don’t tell me. No, right?”
Her voice trembled pathetically.
But as they said, “what you fear most comes true.”
Lumière stared straight at her…
And, as if to prove it, chewed and swallowed the poisonous herb.
“…You’re insane…”
Zenya stared at the man calmly chewing the flower, refusing to accept reality.
This had to be a dream.
Her eyes had to be wrong.
But no matter how much she denied it…
The scene in front of her didn’t change.
After he swallowed every last bit of poison in his mouth, Lumière spoke again.
“Now it’s fine, right? I can’t leave. Heal me again.”
Was he really out of his mind?
Before she could even process it, he coughed—
His lips looked unnaturally red.
Staggering under the spreading poison, Lumière stumbled toward her and dropped to his knees.
Then, like a devout believer, he buried his face into her palm and whispered,
“Zenya needs me alive, don’t you? So until I’m healthy… you won’t leave my side, right?”
His blue eyes gleamed with something eerie as they captured her face.
“I must have been living all this time just to see you.”
Lumière closed his eyes as if making a wish.
“So don’t abandon me.”
Everything was a mess.
Her thoughts. This situation. Everything.
“Hah…”
Everything Zenya had assumed until now had been completely wrong.
She thought he was trying to recruit her—someone known as the Demon King’s close aide—to obtain information about the Demon King’s castle.
She even thought it was almost pitiful, all the effort he was putting in for so little gain.
All of it… wrong.
“Zenya?”
This cunning man, who knew exactly what kind of expression she was weak to…
His goal had never been the Demon King’s death.
Watching Lumière rub his face against her so desperately, Zenya clamped her mouth shut.
She didn’t know what she’d say if she spoke.
But then—
Blood-black and thick suddenly spilled from his mouth.
And she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Y-…!”
“This crazy bastard!”
No matter what your goal was, what kind of lunatic poisons himself with his own hands?!
“Zenya… my stomach hurts a little.”
A little?!
Anyone could see his organs were melting in real time!
Zenya struggled to support his heavy body and, unable to contain her rage, smacked his shoulder.
“You ate everything I told you not to! How could you not be in pain?!”
Even while being scolded, Lumière smiled brightly.
“Then… we can stay together again, right?”
He was completely, undeniably insane.
The situation was spiraling out of control.
* * *
After that, it took an enormous amount of effort to calm him down.
His legs gradually gave out, and eventually he spilled a bucketful of blood onto her shoulder.
Zenya barely managed to keep her sanity.
Then she healed him easily with holy power.
But the moment she pushed him away after curing him…
Lumière tried to repeat his madness again.
“Now get up on your own! You’re heavy!”
“…Ah.”
He obediently let her shove him back, then turned his head to the side.
The moment Zenya realized where his gaze was headed, she grabbed his shoulder before he could move.
“Where are you going?”
“To eat one more.”
He was truly gone.
Zenya somehow managed to coax him, and quickly shoved a hat onto his head before anyone could see.
Without even checking if others were nearby, she dragged Lumière away.
He stopped a few times, but she covered his mouth with her hand.
When they finally reached the room…
Things didn’t get better.
They got worse.
Zenya threw the picnic basket she’d brought onto the floor, yanked off Lumière’s robe, and roughly wiped his mouth.
“Don’t pick up and eat weird things again like earlier!”
His response:
“So as long as I don’t do that… it’s fine?”
The slow way he scanned the room felt like madness itself.
Zenya was on the verge of tears.
“Don’t do anything that could harm your body!”
Maybe her trembling face looked desperate.
Maybe he felt guilty.
In the end, Lumière hooked his finger with hers in promise.
After finally stopping him, Zenya changed out of her bloodstained clothes in the bathroom and slowly began to come out of her panic…
Or maybe she was sinking deeper into it.
She didn’t know.
She only knew she needed to get out of this room as fast as possible.
She stepped out immediately, preparing to leave.
“I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Where? You’re abandoning me to go somewhere else?”
Lumière, who had been sitting quietly on the bed, shot up.
Zenya raised her hand to stop him from approaching.
The word abandon was starting to feel like a trigger.
The earlier scene flashed through her mind like a nightmare.
And finally, she snapped.
“If you stop me, I really will abandon you!”
She had always tried to be gentle with him.
She really had.
She’d given in to most of his stubbornness.
But if she endured any longer…
She felt like she’d go insane too.
“So just sit still and wait!”
Lumière blinked, looking as docile as a cow, as if he never expected her to yell.
She wanted to leave immediately…
But she had no idea what this unhinged man might do.
“Two hours! I’ll come back in two hours, okay?!”
She glared until he slowly nodded, eyes drifting to the clock.
Normally, that would’ve looked pitiful.
Maybe even cute.
But today?
She fully intended to use every last second of those two hours.
Before Lumière could grab her again, Zenya half-ran out of the room.
And the place she ended up…
Was right beside Beef.
Panting, Zenya gulped down the water Beef handed her in one go.
Still unable to calm down, she drank two more glasses.
Then she collapsed into the chair Beef pushed toward her, staring blankly into space.
“Ugh…”
The more she thought about it, the more hopeless it felt.
She grabbed her head without realizing.
“Zenya… what on earth happened?”
Zenya swallowed a sigh, looking at Beef’s worried face.
She couldn’t properly explain.
But she also couldn’t survive without telling someone about this insane situation.
Where did she even begin?
Zenya squeezed her eyes shut.
She’d pitied the hero, who looked like he’d lost the will to live.
That’s why she’d always treated him softly.
But no matter how kindly she tried to interpret his actions…
This was too much.
“How do you deal with a crazy bastard?”
Beef’s already serious expression turned even darker.
“…What really happened?”
It had happened.
But she couldn’t say it outright.
Even after what Lumière did, Zenya still didn’t want him to be cursed too harshly.
“Haa…”
“Zenya.”
In the end, she stayed silent.
“No, it’s nothing. I’m just… a little on edge…”
She tried to brush it off and stand—
But Beef cut her off.
“You treat him the same way.”
“…What?”
“You act just as crazy back. No need to overreact to anything he does.”
“…Uh…”
Beef narrowed his eyes.
“That’s what you’re good at.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Zenya had dealt with countless half-insane demons before.
“So the fact that you’re asking this means…”
Beef’s voice sharpened.
“Someone unexpected did something insane, didn’t they?”
Zenya didn’t even notice the edge in his tone, too focused on the accuracy.
“…Yeah.”
Beef, looking exhausted, asked bluntly:
“Your boyfriend?”
“…Mm.”
Beef’s presence suddenly grew dangerous.
“How crazy? Did he hit you?”
Zenya quickly shook her head, noticing his clenched fist.
“No.”
“Then?”
At this point, no one would believe her if she said nothing happened.
More than anything…
She needed advice.
“Beef… how do you fix a man who’s overly obsessed?”
She believed Beef—one of the most objective and wise people she knew—would have an answer.
But the response was brutally firm.
“What do you mean, fix?”
“…What?”
“That’s his nature. You can’t fix it.”
If you want, I can translate the next part too — or help smooth this into a more polished novel-style English prose version while keeping the original intensity.
Of course — here’s the English translation, keeping the tone and emotional intensity of the original:
It was a little disorganized, but still… she’d said everything she wanted to say.
So now, she really wished Lumière would stop looking like he was angry…
Seriously, what part of this made him so furious? It was like she’d committed some terrible crime.
Why am I the one walking on eggshells?
All she did was ask when he was leaving. It wasn’t like he was going to live in the Demon Realm forever, was he?
“You can’t keep living like this, can you?”
Even if he needed to rest a little longer right now because things were hard…
There were so many people looking for him.
So many things only he could do.
And… he was a hero.
But Zenya swallowed those words.
Lumière had said he hated being called a hero.
As she bit down on her lip, Lumière—who had only been silently looking down at her—suddenly turned away.
Wait, where are you going?
The conversation wasn’t even over.
She hurried after him, but thankfully Lumière only walked toward the flowerbed right in front of them.
Zenya was about to suggest they return to the room—that arguing here wasn’t a good idea—
But the moment she realized what he was holding in his hand…
Her face went completely pale.
“…Don’t tell me. No, right?”
Her voice trembled pathetically.
But as they said, “what you fear most comes true.”
Lumière stared straight at her…
And, as if to prove it, chewed and swallowed the poisonous herb.
“…You’re insane…”
Zenya stared at the man calmly chewing the flower, refusing to accept reality.
This had to be a dream.
Her eyes had to be wrong.
But no matter how much she denied it…
The scene in front of her didn’t change.
After he swallowed every last bit of poison in his mouth, Lumière spoke again.
“Now it’s fine, right? I can’t leave. Heal me again.”
Was he really out of his mind?
Before she could even process it, he coughed—
His lips looked unnaturally red.
Staggering under the spreading poison, Lumière stumbled toward her and dropped to his knees.
Then, like a devout believer, he buried his face into her palm and whispered,
“Zenya needs me alive, don’t you? So until I’m healthy… you won’t leave my side, right?”
His blue eyes gleamed with something eerie as they captured her face.
“I must have been living all this time just to see you.”
Lumière closed his eyes as if making a wish.
“So don’t abandon me.”
Everything was a mess.
Her thoughts. This situation. Everything.
“Hah…”
Everything Zenya had assumed until now had been completely wrong.
She thought he was trying to recruit her—someone known as the Demon King’s close aide—to obtain information about the Demon King’s castle.
She even thought it was almost pitiful, all the effort he was putting in for so little gain.
All of it… wrong.
“Zenya?”
This cunning man, who knew exactly what kind of expression she was weak to…
His goal had never been the Demon King’s death.
Watching Lumière rub his face against her so desperately, Zenya clamped her mouth shut.
She didn’t know what she’d say if she spoke.
But then—
Blood-black and thick suddenly spilled from his mouth.
And she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Y-…!”
“This crazy bastard!”
No matter what your goal was, what kind of lunatic poisons himself with his own hands?!
“Zenya… my stomach hurts a little.”
A little?!
Anyone could see his organs were melting in real time!
Zenya struggled to support his heavy body and, unable to contain her rage, smacked his shoulder.
“You ate everything I told you not to! How could you not be in pain?!”
Even while being scolded, Lumière smiled brightly.
“Then… we can stay together again, right?”
He was completely, undeniably insane.
The situation was spiraling out of control.
* * *
After that, it took an enormous amount of effort to calm him down.
His legs gradually gave out, and eventually he spilled a bucketful of blood onto her shoulder.
Zenya barely managed to keep her sanity.
Then she healed him easily with holy power.
But the moment she pushed him away after curing him…
Lumière tried to repeat his madness again.
“Now get up on your own! You’re heavy!”
“…Ah.”
He obediently let her shove him back, then turned his head to the side.
The moment Zenya realized where his gaze was headed, she grabbed his shoulder before he could move.
“Where are you going?”
“To eat one more.”
He was truly gone.
Zenya somehow managed to coax him, and quickly shoved a hat onto his head before anyone could see.
Without even checking if others were nearby, she dragged Lumière away.
He stopped a few times, but she covered his mouth with her hand.
When they finally reached the room…
Things didn’t get better.
They got worse.
Zenya threw the picnic basket she’d brought onto the floor, yanked off Lumière’s robe, and roughly wiped his mouth.
“Don’t pick up and eat weird things again like earlier!”
His response:
“So as long as I don’t do that… it’s fine?”
The slow way he scanned the room felt like madness itself.
Zenya was on the verge of tears.
“Don’t do anything that could harm your body!”
Maybe her trembling face looked desperate.
Maybe he felt guilty.
In the end, Lumière hooked his finger with hers in promise.
After finally stopping him, Zenya changed out of her bloodstained clothes in the bathroom and slowly began to come out of her panic…
Or maybe she was sinking deeper into it.
She didn’t know.
She only knew she needed to get out of this room as fast as possible.
She stepped out immediately, preparing to leave.
“I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Where? You’re abandoning me to go somewhere else?”
Lumière, who had been sitting quietly on the bed, shot up.
Zenya raised her hand to stop him from approaching.
The word abandon was starting to feel like a trigger.
The earlier scene flashed through her mind like a nightmare.
And finally, she snapped.
“If you stop me, I really will abandon you!”
She had always tried to be gentle with him.
She really had.
She’d given in to most of his stubbornness.
But if she endured any longer…
She felt like she’d go insane too.
“So just sit still and wait!”
Lumière blinked, looking as docile as a cow, as if he never expected her to yell.
She wanted to leave immediately…
But she had no idea what this unhinged man might do.
“Two hours! I’ll come back in two hours, okay?!”
She glared until he slowly nodded, eyes drifting to the clock.
Normally, that would’ve looked pitiful.
Maybe even cute.
But today?
She fully intended to use every last second of those two hours.
Before Lumière could grab her again, Zenya half-ran out of the room.
And the place she ended up…
Was right beside Beef.
Panting, Zenya gulped down the water Beef handed her in one go.
Still unable to calm down, she drank two more glasses.
Then she collapsed into the chair Beef pushed toward her, staring blankly into space.
“Ugh…”
The more she thought about it, the more hopeless it felt.
She grabbed her head without realizing.
“Zenya… what on earth happened?”
Zenya swallowed a sigh, looking at Beef’s worried face.
She couldn’t properly explain.
But she also couldn’t survive without telling someone about this insane situation.
Where did she even begin?
Zenya squeezed her eyes shut.
She’d pitied the hero, who looked like he’d lost the will to live.
That’s why she’d always treated him softly.
But no matter how kindly she tried to interpret his actions…
This was too much.
“How do you deal with a crazy bastard?”
Beef’s already serious expression turned even darker.
“…What really happened?”
It had happened.
But she couldn’t say it outright.
Even after what Lumière did, Zenya still didn’t want him to be cursed too harshly.
“Haa…”
“Zenya.”
In the end, she stayed silent.
“No, it’s nothing. I’m just… a little on edge…”
She tried to brush it off and stand—
But Beef cut her off.
“You treat him the same way.”
“…What?”
“You act just as crazy back. No need to overreact to anything he does.”
“…Uh…”
Beef narrowed his eyes.
“That’s what you’re good at.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Zenya had dealt with countless half-insane demons before.
“So the fact that you’re asking this means…”
Beef’s voice sharpened.
“Someone unexpected did something insane, didn’t they?”
Zenya didn’t even notice the edge in his tone, too focused on the accuracy.
“…Yeah.”
Beef, looking exhausted, asked bluntly:
“Your boyfriend?”
“…Mm.”
Beef’s presence suddenly grew dangerous.
“How crazy? Did he hit you?”
Zenya quickly shook her head, noticing his clenched fist.
“No.”
“Then?”
At this point, no one would believe her if she said nothing happened.
More than anything…
She needed advice.
“Beef… how do you fix a man who’s overly obsessed?”
She believed Beef—one of the most objective and wise people she knew—would have an answer.
But the response was brutally firm.
“What do you mean, fix?”
“…What?”
“That’s his nature. You can’t fix it.”
If you want, I can translate the next part too — or help smooth this into a more polished novel-style English prose version while keeping the original intensity.
Of course — here’s the English translation, keeping the tone and emotional intensity of the original:
It was a little disorganized, but still… she’d said everything she wanted to say.
So now, she really wished Lumière would stop looking like he was angry…
Seriously, what part of this made him so furious? It was like she’d committed some terrible crime.
Why am I the one walking on eggshells?
All she did was ask when he was leaving. It wasn’t like he was going to live in the Demon Realm forever, was he?
“You can’t keep living like this, can you?”
Even if he needed to rest a little longer right now because things were hard…
There were so many people looking for him.
So many things only he could do.
And… he was a hero.
But Zenya swallowed those words.
Lumière had said he hated being called a hero.
As she bit down on her lip, Lumière—who had only been silently looking down at her—suddenly turned away.
Wait, where are you going?
The conversation wasn’t even over.
She hurried after him, but thankfully Lumière only walked toward the flowerbed right in front of them.
Zenya was about to suggest they return to the room—that arguing here wasn’t a good idea—
But the moment she realized what he was holding in his hand…
Her face went completely pale.
“…Don’t tell me. No, right?”
Her voice trembled pathetically.
But as they said, “what you fear most comes true.”
Lumière stared straight at her…
And, as if to prove it, chewed and swallowed the poisonous herb.
“…You’re insane…”
Zenya stared at the man calmly chewing the flower, refusing to accept reality.
This had to be a dream.
Her eyes had to be wrong.
But no matter how much she denied it…
The scene in front of her didn’t change.
After he swallowed every last bit of poison in his mouth, Lumière spoke again.
“Now it’s fine, right? I can’t leave. Heal me again.”
Was he really out of his mind?
Before she could even process it, he coughed—
His lips looked unnaturally red.
Staggering under the spreading poison, Lumière stumbled toward her and dropped to his knees.
Then, like a devout believer, he buried his face into her palm and whispered,
“Zenya needs me alive, don’t you? So until I’m healthy… you won’t leave my side, right?”
His blue eyes gleamed with something eerie as they captured her face.
“I must have been living all this time just to see you.”
Lumière closed his eyes as if making a wish.
“So don’t abandon me.”
Everything was a mess.
Her thoughts. This situation. Everything.
“Hah…”
Everything Zenya had assumed until now had been completely wrong.
She thought he was trying to recruit her—someone known as the Demon King’s close aide—to obtain information about the Demon King’s castle.
She even thought it was almost pitiful, all the effort he was putting in for so little gain.
All of it… wrong.
“Zenya?”
This cunning man, who knew exactly what kind of expression she was weak to…
His goal had never been the Demon King’s death.
Watching Lumière rub his face against her so desperately, Zenya clamped her mouth shut.
She didn’t know what she’d say if she spoke.
But then—
Blood-black and thick suddenly spilled from his mouth.
And she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Y-…!”
“This crazy bastard!”
No matter what your goal was, what kind of lunatic poisons himself with his own hands?!
“Zenya… my stomach hurts a little.”
A little?!
Anyone could see his organs were melting in real time!
Zenya struggled to support his heavy body and, unable to contain her rage, smacked his shoulder.
“You ate everything I told you not to! How could you not be in pain?!”
Even while being scolded, Lumière smiled brightly.
“Then… we can stay together again, right?”
He was completely, undeniably insane.
The situation was spiraling out of control.
* * *
After that, it took an enormous amount of effort to calm him down.
His legs gradually gave out, and eventually he spilled a bucketful of blood onto her shoulder.
Zenya barely managed to keep her sanity.
Then she healed him easily with holy power.
But the moment she pushed him away after curing him…
Lumière tried to repeat his madness again.
“Now get up on your own! You’re heavy!”
“…Ah.”
He obediently let her shove him back, then turned his head to the side.
The moment Zenya realized where his gaze was headed, she grabbed his shoulder before he could move.
“Where are you going?”
“To eat one more.”
He was truly gone.
Zenya somehow managed to coax him, and quickly shoved a hat onto his head before anyone could see.
Without even checking if others were nearby, she dragged Lumière away.
He stopped a few times, but she covered his mouth with her hand.
When they finally reached the room…
Things didn’t get better.
They got worse.
Zenya threw the picnic basket she’d brought onto the floor, yanked off Lumière’s robe, and roughly wiped his mouth.
“Don’t pick up and eat weird things again like earlier!”
His response:
“So as long as I don’t do that… it’s fine?”
The slow way he scanned the room felt like madness itself.
Zenya was on the verge of tears.
“Don’t do anything that could harm your body!”
Maybe her trembling face looked desperate.
Maybe he felt guilty.
In the end, Lumière hooked his finger with hers in promise.
After finally stopping him, Zenya changed out of her bloodstained clothes in the bathroom and slowly began to come out of her panic…
Or maybe she was sinking deeper into it.
She didn’t know.
She only knew she needed to get out of this room as fast as possible.
She stepped out immediately, preparing to leave.
“I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Where? You’re abandoning me to go somewhere else?”
Lumière, who had been sitting quietly on the bed, shot up.
Zenya raised her hand to stop him from approaching.
The word abandon was starting to feel like a trigger.
The earlier scene flashed through her mind like a nightmare.
And finally, she snapped.
“If you stop me, I really will abandon you!”
She had always tried to be gentle with him.
She really had.
She’d given in to most of his stubbornness.
But if she endured any longer…
She felt like she’d go insane too.
“So just sit still and wait!”
Lumière blinked, looking as docile as a cow, as if he never expected her to yell.
She wanted to leave immediately…
But she had no idea what this unhinged man might do.
“Two hours! I’ll come back in two hours, okay?!”
She glared until he slowly nodded, eyes drifting to the clock.
Normally, that would’ve looked pitiful.
Maybe even cute.
But today?
She fully intended to use every last second of those two hours.
Before Lumière could grab her again, Zenya half-ran out of the room.
And the place she ended up…
Was right beside Beef.
Panting, Zenya gulped down the water Beef handed her in one go.
Still unable to calm down, she drank two more glasses.
Then she collapsed into the chair Beef pushed toward her, staring blankly into space.
“Ugh…”
The more she thought about it, the more hopeless it felt.
She grabbed her head without realizing.
“Zenya… what on earth happened?”
Zenya swallowed a sigh, looking at Beef’s worried face.
She couldn’t properly explain.
But she also couldn’t survive without telling someone about this insane situation.
Where did she even begin?
Zenya squeezed her eyes shut.
She’d pitied the hero, who looked like he’d lost the will to live.
That’s why she’d always treated him softly.
But no matter how kindly she tried to interpret his actions…
This was too much.
“How do you deal with a crazy bastard?”
Beef’s already serious expression turned even darker.
“…What really happened?”
It had happened.
But she couldn’t say it outright.
Even after what Lumière did, Zenya still didn’t want him to be cursed too harshly.
“Haa…”
“Zenya.”
In the end, she stayed silent.
“No, it’s nothing. I’m just… a little on edge…”
She tried to brush it off and stand—
But Beef cut her off.
“You treat him the same way.”
“…What?”
“You act just as crazy back. No need to overreact to anything he does.”
“…Uh…”
Beef narrowed his eyes.
“That’s what you’re good at.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Zenya had dealt with countless half-insane demons before.
“So the fact that you’re asking this means…”
Beef’s voice sharpened.
“Someone unexpected did something insane, didn’t they?”
Zenya didn’t even notice the edge in his tone, too focused on the accuracy.
“…Yeah.”
Beef, looking exhausted, asked bluntly:
“Your boyfriend?”
“…Mm.”
Beef’s presence suddenly grew dangerous.
“How crazy? Did he hit you?”
Zenya quickly shook her head, noticing his clenched fist.
“No.”
“Then?”
At this point, no one would believe her if she said nothing happened.
More than anything…
She needed advice.
“Beef… how do you fix a man who’s overly obsessed?”
She believed Beef—one of the most objective and wise people she knew—would have an answer.
But the response was brutally firm.
“What do you mean, fix?”
“…What?”
“That’s his nature. You can’t fix it.”
If you want, I can translate the next part too — or help smooth this into a more polished novel-style English prose version while keeping the original intensity.
Of course — here’s the English translation, keeping the tone and emotional intensity of the original:
It was a little disorganized, but still… she’d said everything she wanted to say.
So now, she really wished Lumière would stop looking like he was angry…
Seriously, what part of this made him so furious? It was like she’d committed some terrible crime.
Why am I the one walking on eggshells?
All she did was ask when he was leaving. It wasn’t like he was going to live in the Demon Realm forever, was he?
“You can’t keep living like this, can you?”
Even if he needed to rest a little longer right now because things were hard…
There were so many people looking for him.
So many things only he could do.
And… he was a hero.
But Zenya swallowed those words.
Lumière had said he hated being called a hero.
As she bit down on her lip, Lumière—who had only been silently looking down at her—suddenly turned away.
Wait, where are you going?
The conversation wasn’t even over.
She hurried after him, but thankfully Lumière only walked toward the flowerbed right in front of them.
Zenya was about to suggest they return to the room—that arguing here wasn’t a good idea—
But the moment she realized what he was holding in his hand…
Her face went completely pale.
“…Don’t tell me. No, right?”
Her voice trembled pathetically.
But as they said, “what you fear most comes true.”
Lumière stared straight at her…
And, as if to prove it, chewed and swallowed the poisonous herb.
“…You’re insane…”
Zenya stared at the man calmly chewing the flower, refusing to accept reality.
This had to be a dream.
Her eyes had to be wrong.
But no matter how much she denied it…
The scene in front of her didn’t change.
After he swallowed every last bit of poison in his mouth, Lumière spoke again.
“Now it’s fine, right? I can’t leave. Heal me again.”
Was he really out of his mind?
Before she could even process it, he coughed—
His lips looked unnaturally red.
Staggering under the spreading poison, Lumière stumbled toward her and dropped to his knees.
Then, like a devout believer, he buried his face into her palm and whispered,
“Zenya needs me alive, don’t you? So until I’m healthy… you won’t leave my side, right?”
His blue eyes gleamed with something eerie as they captured her face.
“I must have been living all this time just to see you.”
Lumière closed his eyes as if making a wish.
“So don’t abandon me.”
Everything was a mess.
Her thoughts. This situation. Everything.
“Hah…”
Everything Zenya had assumed until now had been completely wrong.
She thought he was trying to recruit her—someone known as the Demon King’s close aide—to obtain information about the Demon King’s castle.
She even thought it was almost pitiful, all the effort he was putting in for so little gain.
All of it… wrong.
“Zenya?”
This cunning man, who knew exactly what kind of expression she was weak to…
His goal had never been the Demon King’s death.
Watching Lumière rub his face against her so desperately, Zenya clamped her mouth shut.
She didn’t know what she’d say if she spoke.
But then—
Blood-black and thick suddenly spilled from his mouth.
And she couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Y-…!”
“This crazy bastard!”
No matter what your goal was, what kind of lunatic poisons himself with his own hands?!
“Zenya… my stomach hurts a little.”
A little?!
Anyone could see his organs were melting in real time!
Zenya struggled to support his heavy body and, unable to contain her rage, smacked his shoulder.
“You ate everything I told you not to! How could you not be in pain?!”
Even while being scolded, Lumière smiled brightly.
“Then… we can stay together again, right?”
He was completely, undeniably insane.
The situation was spiraling out of control.
* * *
After that, it took an enormous amount of effort to calm him down.
His legs gradually gave out, and eventually he spilled a bucketful of blood onto her shoulder.
Zenya barely managed to keep her sanity.
Then she healed him easily with holy power.
But the moment she pushed him away after curing him…
Lumière tried to repeat his madness again.
“Now get up on your own! You’re heavy!”
“…Ah.”
He obediently let her shove him back, then turned his head to the side.
The moment Zenya realized where his gaze was headed, she grabbed his shoulder before he could move.
“Where are you going?”
“To eat one more.”
He was truly gone.
Zenya somehow managed to coax him, and quickly shoved a hat onto his head before anyone could see.
Without even checking if others were nearby, she dragged Lumière away.
He stopped a few times, but she covered his mouth with her hand.
When they finally reached the room…
Things didn’t get better.
They got worse.
Zenya threw the picnic basket she’d brought onto the floor, yanked off Lumière’s robe, and roughly wiped his mouth.
“Don’t pick up and eat weird things again like earlier!”
His response:
“So as long as I don’t do that… it’s fine?”
The slow way he scanned the room felt like madness itself.
Zenya was on the verge of tears.
“Don’t do anything that could harm your body!”
Maybe her trembling face looked desperate.
Maybe he felt guilty.
In the end, Lumière hooked his finger with hers in promise.
After finally stopping him, Zenya changed out of her bloodstained clothes in the bathroom and slowly began to come out of her panic…
Or maybe she was sinking deeper into it.
She didn’t know.
She only knew she needed to get out of this room as fast as possible.
She stepped out immediately, preparing to leave.
“I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Where? You’re abandoning me to go somewhere else?”
Lumière, who had been sitting quietly on the bed, shot up.
Zenya raised her hand to stop him from approaching.
The word abandon was starting to feel like a trigger.
The earlier scene flashed through her mind like a nightmare.
And finally, she snapped.
“If you stop me, I really will abandon you!”
She had always tried to be gentle with him.
She really had.
She’d given in to most of his stubbornness.
But if she endured any longer…
She felt like she’d go insane too.
“So just sit still and wait!”
Lumière blinked, looking as docile as a cow, as if he never expected her to yell.
She wanted to leave immediately…
But she had no idea what this unhinged man might do.
“Two hours! I’ll come back in two hours, okay?!”
She glared until he slowly nodded, eyes drifting to the clock.
Normally, that would’ve looked pitiful.
Maybe even cute.
But today?
She fully intended to use every last second of those two hours.
Before Lumière could grab her again, Zenya half-ran out of the room.
And the place she ended up…
Was right beside Beef.
Panting, Zenya gulped down the water Beef handed her in one go.
Still unable to calm down, she drank two more glasses.
Then she collapsed into the chair Beef pushed toward her, staring blankly into space.
“Ugh…”
The more she thought about it, the more hopeless it felt.
She grabbed her head without realizing.
“Zenya… what on earth happened?”
Zenya swallowed a sigh, looking at Beef’s worried face.
She couldn’t properly explain.
But she also couldn’t survive without telling someone about this insane situation.
Where did she even begin?
Zenya squeezed her eyes shut.
She’d pitied the hero, who looked like he’d lost the will to live.
That’s why she’d always treated him softly.
But no matter how kindly she tried to interpret his actions…
This was too much.
“How do you deal with a crazy bastard?”
Beef’s already serious expression turned even darker.
“…What really happened?”
It had happened.
But she couldn’t say it outright.
Even after what Lumière did, Zenya still didn’t want him to be cursed too harshly.
“Haa…”
“Zenya.”
In the end, she stayed silent.
“No, it’s nothing. I’m just… a little on edge…”
She tried to brush it off and stand—
But Beef cut her off.
“You treat him the same way.”
“…What?”
“You act just as crazy back. No need to overreact to anything he does.”
“…Uh…”
Beef narrowed his eyes.
“That’s what you’re good at.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Zenya had dealt with countless half-insane demons before.
“So the fact that you’re asking this means…”
Beef’s voice sharpened.
“Someone unexpected did something insane, didn’t they?”
Zenya didn’t even notice the edge in his tone, too focused on the accuracy.
“…Yeah.”
Beef, looking exhausted, asked bluntly:
“Your boyfriend?”
“…Mm.”
Beef’s presence suddenly grew dangerous.
“How crazy? Did he hit you?”
Zenya quickly shook her head, noticing his clenched fist.
“No.”
“Then?”
At this point, no one would believe her if she said nothing happened.
More than anything…
She needed advice.
“Beef… how do you fix a man who’s overly obsessed?”
She believed Beef—one of the most objective and wise people she knew—would have an answer.
But the response was brutally firm.
“What do you mean, fix?”
“…What?”
“That’s his nature. You can’t fix it.”
