When Aiwass woke up, she realized that she was lying in Miss Bayard's arms.
Their posture is very strange.
Bayard took off his shoes and lay down on the soft bench in the private room of the tavern, leaning his back against the cold wall. The shadow demon had returned to Aiwass's shadow.
Aiwass was lying in her arms like a rag doll, with one of her hands tightly holding her slender waist, and the back of his head was resting on Miss Bayard's chest. Bayard also put away the outer
That leg and knee were slightly bent to block the girl lying on top of him, to prevent Aiwass from rolling down with a grunt when he fell asleep.
Although the Moon Child can be regarded as a resurrected corpse, it is not an undead after all. Unlike the Shadow Demon, who feels as cold and biting as winter iron, Bayard's body is very warm.
At this moment, Bayard closed her eyes and breathed calmly. She gently sniffed the aroma of Aiwass's hair... It was the refreshing aroma of the citrus-scented shampoo used in Arc Moon Manor.
It is said that citrus can induce the appetite of Moon Children, so this is probably an appetizing design.
Sensing the change in Aiwass's breathing, Bayard immediately opened his eyes: "Are you awake?"
"...Why did I fall asleep?"
Aiwass had just woken up and was still a little confused.
This body is really too weak. Not only is it weak, but there may also be some problems with the body. Aiwass is still unable to use the fire sacrificial method to recover... This makes her feel a headache after waking up after a long time.
.
It may be that you caught a cold, or it may be that you have eaten a full meal for a long time and put too much burden on your body.
"...Are you broken?"
Bayard was a little surprised: "Can you break the pieces even if you drink beer? Or is it because you are too full from the broth?"
Now that Aiwass is trying to remember, he really can't remember exactly when he fell asleep.
The last memory left in her mind was Miss Bayard revealing her identity and sighing sadly, "Fortunately none of this is true."
This made Aiwass raise her head attentively and subconsciously touch upward. Bayard subconsciously tilted her head back, trying to avoid Aiwass's touch. But she quickly reacted, and instead
Lowering his head slightly, Aiwass could touch his face more easily.
"I will remember you."
Aiwass replied seriously: "Not just Miss Bayard, not just my Shadow Demon... but a unique one.
"If so, you are not just an afterimage, a fictional puppet. You will be in contact with me and be remembered by me like everyone else."
Hearing this, Bayard was slightly stunned.
She laughed helplessly: "Sure enough, you are indeed broken."
"……What?"
"You have just said these words once."
Bayard chuckled softly, hugged Aiwass directly, sat on her side and put her shoes on again: "But I won't get tired of hearing it again."
With that said, she also put on her shoes.
Then I gave Aiwass a hard rub on her face to wake her up. She showed a wicked smile and laughed heartily amidst her angry shouts of "Don't pinch my face just after putting on my shoes."
She stretched out her hand towards Aiwass: "Do you still want to go shopping? At night in this era... It is almost three o'clock in the morning, but there should be some places to play. Even if it is fake, it can bring people'
A beautiful experience. This is probably why Twin Mirror pursues perfection."
Pursue perfection...
Aiwass smiled when he heard this.
That Amber is the "God of Perfect Eternity".
"Then is there somewhere you want to take me to?"
Aiwass put his hand up and asked.
Bayard thought for a while, lowered his head and smiled: "It should be gone. The place I want to bring you most is here."
"Then let's go back."
"good."
Bayard nodded slightly.
The brief fate of this encounter has come to an end.
The coldness and arrogance on her face when they first met has disappeared. Her brows are no longer always frowning, and her eyebrows no longer hold contempt and scrutiny of others.
Today, Bayard is more like a young and ordinary girl than the famous rich man in the empire and the sole controller of Bayard Investment Group.
——Those false things will one day disappear like smoke. They are neither beautiful nor eternal.
At that time, the only thing left... is the mark you leave on others' hearts.
If there is anything that is the only real thing in this false world, it is probably these marks. And among all the marks, only love and hope are eternal.
For "Bayard" who abandoned her life and lived on, all she can leave behind are traces of "love".
Remember me...Aiwass. If so, I can survive.
Bayard thought about her real name in his mind. It was the real name that the girl had just said after she was drunk.
Since I am as strong as you, but I am also worried about whether I am a fake...then I will become stronger.
Oh, seeing others in more pain than yourself can relieve the depression in your heart. You are worthy of being so despicable and cowardly.
Bayard smiled self-deprecatingly and held Aiwass's hand tightly. It was as if he was holding Aiwass's shadow.
But at this moment, on the other side.
A little girl with silver-white hair was holding her waist and staggering forward in the secret passage.
That is what a philosopher is.
Her face was gloomy, and the strong murderous intention suppressed her mood, making it almost impossible for the blue light belonging to the path of wisdom in her eyes to light up - the path of wisdom is a path that can only be fully resonated by maintaining absolute rationality, and at this moment she obviously does not
Belongs to this.
She wasted too much time trying to figure out where the secret passage was. But even so, she still couldn't find where her two teammates were - they seemed to have suddenly disappeared.
He couldn't have been killed, the philosopher thought maliciously.
She had just witnessed a dismemberment, and the dismembered young man seemed to be the Forge Lady.
She is a decent person and cannot accept this evil and depraved ritual. She has a noble status and is unwilling to lower herself to play her role, so she directly curses. This energetic behavior arouses the son of the moon.
Their interests... After a simple hunt, he became the "protagonist" of the banquet.
The philosopher's main job is a demonologist, so of course she would not feel uncomfortable. But realizing that the Moon Child can eat people in addition to sucking blood shocked her, and she truly realized the danger of this ritual.
The young man's eyeballs became snacks, while the liver was cut and plated. He was auctioned at a high price and served as the main meal of the banquet, which brought the atmosphere to a climax.
But the philosopher knows that the children of the moon do not need to eat people to survive. This is just atrocities driven by the interests of the monsters.
Even demonologists will not easily commit such evil acts. Although demonologists can kill people, steal corpses, execute and even torture living people, their purpose is after all for ritual materials. There are indeed some rituals that require painful death.
human corpses, and some materials themselves are full of evil aura.
But the demonologists have a purpose after all... but the Children of the Moon are just spreading unbridled malice.
——Even demonologists think you are too extreme!
Really unable to join up with her teammates... Forced to do so, she had no choice but to enter the "private room" on her own. In order to facilitate her escape, she chose a room that was remote enough and close to the end.
As a result, her body almost became in tatters.
This made her so sick that she almost became furious - those despicable, disgusting, terrible monsters dared to do such a thing to me! Do you know who I am, stupid scum!
And just thinking about the fact that this kind of depraved monster accounted for nearly half of the votes in the Iris Kingdom's Council of Lords, she felt that the Iris people were so disgusting.
She couldn't help but cough as she thought she was out of breath.
And she coughed up blood foam and spit out bloody sputum - which was proof that she almost died in that room.
——After I go back, I have to further increase the pressure on the iris.
No, we have to find a way to start a war with the iris!
Get rid of the children of the moon!
A race that is so disgusting does not deserve to exist in this world!
As a lieutenant general in the army of Star Antimony, the philosopher as an earl thought bitterly.
Update completed! Nearly 8,000 words of update!
I’ll post it after I’ve finished writing it tomorrow, and let the cat sleep and wake up naturally in the morning… So there shouldn’t be an update at twelve o’clock, but there should be three chapters out at six o’clock in the evening!