Desire

“Wow, that's great! Sooner than I thought. ”

Hehe smiles and talks as he leaps over the sword. He crouches and looks at Durahan's corpse. Devello raises his head and looks at nothing. Her dull blonde hair rots on her shoulders. She still has a stain on her face. But appearance and skill have nothing to do with the world. He also looks like a young boy with a title of Sword Swordsmanship, and a strong unmanned Unsub who uses the winning sword as a tribute.

“How do you feel about that? He was the strongest one you ever caught. ”

As Devello stares at his lips, he speaks eloquently. Devello doesn't usually talk much. Well, it's quiet, but her silence is overwhelming. Mujin Seop stares up at Devello, not saying anything, and waits for her answer.

“.. not so much. ”

And Devello replied. He opened his lips slightly and spit out a word. There was no courtesy, but Mozilla was already used to it. She lacks humanity, but is brilliant and talented.

‘I'm a forced disciple, but I'd like to find him and bring him in. ’

When Christopher first told me about his disciple, I wasn't that interested. I just couldn't stand by because the Blood Witch had already sent a disciple. But now I don't regret any of the choices of that time.

“How much is the court now? ”

“Suspicion of Soul Woman is 2-star. ”

“And the sword?”

“Three stars without limit. ”

Questions and answers come and go quickly. He stroked his chin as if it were satisfactory.

“It's worth the effort. I wouldn't die if I gave it away. ”

Devello was a common prosecutor, choosing from the tutorial to the cardinal and swordsmanship. What she chose was shamanism's Tai Tai Tai Tai Tai Lung and Tai Tai Tai Tai Sword. Likewise, it was common and usable. However, Devello had abandoned both the Taegeum method and the Taegeum sword he had initially chosen.

It was because of the shameless work taught by Jin-seop. The suspicion of spiritual womanhood he created was not comparable to that of shamanism, nor was the mediocre verdict. Despite Tai Mae and Tai Mae Sword, Devello became stronger when he came first.

"No matter how strong the Blood Witch's disciples are. ’

Mujinseop was confident. Twenty years ago, the smell of raw snow and matte soundness came alive. Of course, because they were both immortals, horses could not hide the winner and the loser by one of them dying. But without cohesion, they were confident that they would have won if they weren't immortals. At that time, it was a fearless sword that pierced the heart first during the two days and nights of life.

But that's it. I couldn't kill him, so I couldn't hide the battle. It was a draw, and no one could admit it. It may be the same for everyone to have been defeated by Gladiolus and dragged into this world, but it was senseless. He used to be called the Sword in the original world. It was a natural fanaticism, and it was like humiliation to him that he could not completely subdue an unarmed man like himself.

The blade that pierced the heart was a seamless sword. But before that, the hand with the black snow scent broke the shoulders of a dandruff. After all, it's ambiguous. What if we weren't immortal? I wonder if the sword that reached through her heart was able to pierce her heart after her shoulder was broken in the hand of Raw Snow.

“Durahan's down, too. Let's go somewhere else. ”

Mujinseop looks at Devello across the back of Bastard Sword and says, Devello pauses, his eyes shifting and he stares at you.

“Where to?”

“I'm thinking of going to the Cliffs of Endorsement. ”

I smiled without hesitation. Primrose's request to stop Ajin was finally accepted. What Christopher wanted was to bend Acacia once and to erase the debt to Primrose, and to make sure that the unstoppable battle 20 years ago was confirmed through his disciples.

“.. it's pretty far. ”

Devello pauses and mutters. The cliffs of fame are definitely far from here in the Forest of Pain. But I didn't mind the frustration.

“Of course it's a long walk. If you don't walk, it won't be long. ”

He tilts his eyes at the floating sword, circling next to him. A winning sword. It's amazing how deep the interior must be to understand it, but he's not having a hard time keeping it open.

“... is there any particular reason you should go to the Cliffs of the Seal? ”

Devello asks with a expressionless face. I originally intended to kill Durahan here, then cross the forest completely into the Forest of Oblivion. But all of a sudden, it's a cliff? You notice that Devello's eyes are a little light on the lack of cohesion, which is the exact opposite direction.

“Have you ever been wrong to listen to what I say? ”

Mujin sob smiled. Devello shakes his head, blinking his eyes. When I first met him. He took her down before Devello could swing his sword and forced her to become his disciple. Then he forced them to abandon the Tai Chi method and the Tai Chi sword method. Of course, Devello showed strong objections. Throw away the sword that had been used and used so far, it was natural that it could not be followed.

However, she did not overcome the words of Jinseop and abandoned the Tai Chi Sword and Tai Chi Shim. That way, she learnt the spirit guide and the mediocre verdict, and completely abandoned her sense of shamanism and swordsmanship. The two shamans were nothing compared to the shaman.

“And it'll be fun to go there. ”

He was shivering with glowing eyes. It's been a long time since I've felt this tremor. 20 years. Just as the black snowflake has made a living for 20 years, so has Mujinseop, who reimagined the shamanism he worked with for 20 years. Contrary to the fact that the black snow made the green mist with the intent of killing Gladiolus, it was intended to completely defeat the black snow. An indefinite sword made like that.

"Not to mention players who are not immortal. ’

He was convinced of his victory.

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“Well, I'll be back. ”

The black snow scent protruding from the shadow of Azin said with a dark face. She will return to the village this way to retrieve the equipment from Riggs' forge. Azin looks at his chubby face and turns to look at the black snowy back.

“Thank you."

“Ugh... Don't talk nonsense...!" ”

She turns, her face flushed, and she crashes to the ground. Azin glanced at the back of the Raw Snow, rising high and becoming a small dot in his sight. Earlier, I came close to feeling disgusted about myself when I sat across from him and ate. He turns away kicking his tongue.

“That's what she looked like, too. That's pretty amazing.”

Persian stands in close proximity, clashing. Azin staggers in surprise and retreats. Levels, statuses, and skills have risen, but Persian skills are still unreadable. The senses themselves seemed to be unaware of Persian existence. Azin smiles awkwardly as he looks at the smiling Persian.

“Were you there?”

“You're surprised, right? From now on, I have to say something in advance. ”

Persian smiles with his fangs out. Time was a little after noon, and the sunlight was hot and bright. For some reason, Persian red hair seemed to glow more brilliantly than usual, and without blood, white faces were no longer pale enough to appear transparent.

“I'm embarrassed to say, but I've been watching you. ”

“.. what? ”

“Ever since Racunda wept happily beneath you. ”

Persian giggles. Her last name is joined by the shadow of Azin, through which Persian may examine Azin. It's the same as being watched everywhere. Ajin turns his head to the side and clears his throat a little bit. To be honest, it wasn't pleasant to see someone looking at it.

“You feel ashamed, too? ”

“Of course not. He's human.”

I told him myself, but he stopped laughing. Persian laughs a little. She steps back and says to Azin, one step closer.

“Well, of course it is. You act inhuman, but in the end, you're human. It's the same with Racunda. ”

The muttering Persian bursts out a low smile. She stops smiling and mutters, her unbroken smile going on.

“I'm a vampire. ”

After spitting it out, Persian smiles again. Ajin felt her mood was a little different than usual. It's... boiling. Yes, that would be correct. Persian is boiling. Like you're overflowing right now.

“.. why are you angry? ”

“My existence has been denied. ”

Persik immediately replied to Azin's question. She narrows her eyes and looks at him.

“I never doubted my memory. I have no memory of being born, but from now until now, hundreds of years ago as a child. I remember most of the things that were there until now. But it was wrong. The memory I have is not true. It was so dishonest. And that's a denial of existence. How can I not be angry? ”

Persian spits out in a thorny voice. Azin understood what she was saying, but he couldn't fully empathize. The reason was simple. That's Persian's problem, not Azin's.

“... is that right? ”

So the only answer he could give was this much. But Persian didn't care about it. Simply because she was angry, she didn't want to be understood and comforted by him about it. I just wanted to ease my feelings, unwind.

“It's none of my business to be a god and be transcendent. It doesn't matter what a surrogate is, it doesn't matter what your world is or what the world is. Yes, I have nothing to do with anything. But it's related here. That, frankly, is upsetting and irritating. ”

Persian sighs out loud and raises his head. She narrows her eyes toward the hot pouring sun. When a vampire looks up at the sun, his eyes crack and he frowns. It was amusing to see Azin prejudiced over the existence of a vampire yet.

“So I'll do whatever I want. ”

Persian stares at the sun for a long time. She lowers her head to look at him.

“Now I wonder if the tradition I know is true. I won't feel the need to keep and protect that tradition. So, I will take my clan with me to the Forest of Oblivion and attack the Queserians. I will kill the Quercean with my own hands, execute those who oppose him, and become its master. ”

The quest to kill Keserian has already been withdrawn. Azin nods as he looks at the silent Persian. Persian rule the Forest of oblivion. It is of great benefit to Ajin, to say the least. Last night, Azin offered Persian and her clan plenty of food. Through him, Azin gains passage to protect himself without being attacked in Persian territory. It is not limited to the Thorn Forest. In Persian territory, Azin is not attacked by the vampire she controls.

‘The forest of forgetfulness will be freely accessible. ’

There is no need for unnecessary fighting. Nothing gets in the way. I didn't think this would happen, but in the end, nothing bad for him. He ended up with nothing, gaining access to the Persian castle and a passage through the Forest of Forgetting.

“.. get what you wish for. ”

Azin lowers his head slightly. Persian leaves the Thorn Forest. It gives you access to the Forest of Oblivion, but it's not just profitable. All the vampires of the forest of thorns that follow her are leaving her. The Thorn Forest is no longer vampire territory, and it will not become a pavement even when Azin reaches the last cliff through here. Players who penetrate Griphon's realm will pass through the Thorn Forest and follow Azin as far as he is willing to go.

‘We better hurry. ’

Those who insist on revenge, press and kill. However, those who simply set out to open the hunting grounds and move forward are burdensome. If we don't want to be caught, we have to move this way first.

“We won't be seeing much of each other from now on. ”

Persian mutters as he looks down at Azin. At that, he raised his head with a bloody smile.

“As long as your castles and my shadows continue, when can you appear? ”

“Well, yeah. Not for a few days. We have to move quickly here, too. ”

With a murmur, Persian takes a step closer.

“But I'm sure it's connected. I drank the blood of Azin, and through him, a piece of Azin became part of me. I hope you don't forget that. ”

Persian smiles brightly. She reaches out and puts her hand on her chest.

“If you want to see it before I come, call out my name to the shadow. Or...”

Persian smiles strangely.

“Walk in the shadows and think of my castle. It'll be fun to meet you alone and in the castle without Racunda. ”

After saying that, Persian giggles and laughs. The sticky Persian words scratch his cheeks in embarrassment. The Persian takes a light step back as if he were dancing, watching such pain.

“Well, I'll see you later. Just in case, what I just said is a secret to Racunda. ”

Persian greets him with a slight lift in the skirt. Azin nods and smiles.

“Yes, I'll keep that in mind. ”

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Rotamo drew you a Persian painting. And thank NotNats (Yaza) for helping me with my lack of naming sense. It's hard to make a name without balls...