🪼 Of course. Here is your English version, polished but keeping your emotional tone, tension, and subtle BL curiosity intact.
Chapter 9
The Name That Remains
Real World — Before Everything Collapsed
It rained that afternoon.
Cecilia stood at the bus stop, clutching her bag too tightly.
Gray sky. Damp hair. A tired face—as always.
It wasn't that she didn't want to speak.
She just never knew how to start.
She was never good at asking for help.
Then—
" If you keep standing there, you'll catch a cold."
The voice appeared beside her.
She turned.
Pink hair.
Messy.
Beautiful eyes—like someone who had just stepped off a stage.
Ocean-blue. Bright. Always smiling at Cecil.
He held a tilted umbrella, slightly leaning it toward her.
"I'm fine," Cecilia answered softly.
(Her voice caught in her throat.)
A lie.
She was clearly freezing.
He sighed lightly.
"You always say that."
Always?
"I've known you for a long time," he said quietly.
And she remembered one thing—
No other man ever called her by this name.
Only one person.
He smiled faintly.
"Cecil."
The nickname sounded light.
Close.
As if he had always been part of her life.
And somehow—
It made her feel less alone.
Real World — Now
The monitor beeped steadily.
0.10%
It hadn't risen.
It hadn't fallen.
The pink-haired man still sat beside her hospital bed.
His eyes were red.
His body almost collapsing from exhaustion.
A doctor gently touched his shoulder.
"You need to rest."
He shook his head.
"If I leave… what if she wakes up?"
His voice cracked.
He lowered his forehead to Cecilia's hand.
"Cecil… please wake up…"
His hands trembled.
His body was close to giving out.
But he refused to let go.
Hell — Palace Corridor
Inside the palace of Lucifer—
Eisteth stood in a long corridor.
Silent.
Cold.
Her footsteps echoed softly.
Cecilia.
That name reminded her of someone.
And it hurt.
She touched her chest.
Why does my heart ache every time I hear that name?
A thought crossed her mind—
Was my funeral handled properly?
Then—
Like a signal crashing into her mind—
The rainy bus stop flashed across her vision.
A tilted umbrella.
A soft voice.
"Cecil."
She closed her eyes briefly.
"Did I… leave something behind?"
Or someone?
…Forget it for now.
Council Chamber — Hell Begins to Boil
Rumors spread rapidly.
"The system ruler has become unstable."
"The outside world is interfering again." 🪼
"If she splits—balance will collapse."
The faction loyal to Eisteth gathered.
The faction leaning toward Cifer also assembled.
The air was hot with tension.
Mazik, head of the Zikenn family—loyal to Cifer—spoke first:
"If she is unstable, we must restructure everything!"
Cifer's voice cut in sharply.
"Silence. The core is still operating under the old system."
Leviathan stood at the center of the chamber.
He was also head of his own house.
His aura was calm.
But his gaze was sharp.
"She is not disrupting the system."
Cifer sat at the center of the table, not far from him.
Silent.
Until someone dared to say—
"If this world falls into chaos, who is responsible? And who is the woman you brought into the palace—?"
From Eisteth's faction—
Lilith slammed her hand down.
"Who is that woman you brought here, Cifer?! And why is she changing my sister's system?!"
Cifer replied calmly.
"Do not worry about that."
Another voice from his faction added:
"Lord, welcome back to the kingdom… but why bring a low-born woman into the palace?"
The temperature in the room dropped instantly.
The aura of both Cifer and Leviathan turned sharp—
Piercing.
Cifer spoke softly.
"Repeat that."
"Who exactly are you calling low-born?"
No one dared answer.
The tension was no longer about politics.
It was about who had rewritten Hell's system—
And they were blaming her existence.
That "low-born woman."
Eisteth.
Palace Corridor — End of Chapter
Eisteth stood alone.
Hell's wind brushed past her.
(Side thought: What exactly is going on between Leviathan and Cifer? 🌚😏)
She still had not left her residence.
No one knew what she truly looked like yet.
In the real world—
The pink-haired man finally fell asleep beside her bed, still holding her hand.
In Hell—
Eisteth walked back into her chamber and lay down.
A soft exhale.
"Huff…"
"Cecil…"
For the first time—
She was not the one being called.
She was the one whispering it.
And on the monitor in the real world—
The number flickered.
0.11%
It rose slightly.
Very small.
But enough—
To make two worlds begin to