Desire

I looked around for a long time, but I couldn't find the appearance of Raw Snow. I have called, expanded my senses, and explored many times, but if the smell of Raw Snow wants to hide its appearance, I can never find her as an azin. However, I did not give up and called her name several times, but I did not see the smell of Raw Snow.

“Give it up.”

Persian, who sticks out his fat lips and follows Azin, approaches her and says. She grunts, grumbling at the pain in her frustrated expression.

“If she wants to hide, you'll never find her. ”

“You can find Persian, can't you? ”

As Persian approaches, Azin looks back at her as if he was waiting. He shrugs, his eyebrows twitching. “Well?” He gives a vague answer, but Azin is confident it's possible for Persians to find the black snow scent. This is her space. Even if the black snow is hidden, there's nothing she can't find if she wants to find it.

“Please find it. ”

Azin stares at Persian's face and says, Persian pouting, he tucks in his outgoing lips and smiles at the basil. She twirls her fingers around her side head and asks. “If I find her, what will she give me?” I've been waiting for that. Azin takes a moment to breathe and opens his mouth.

“Going out together...”

“Enough!”

He said as if to listen, but I really listened. The frenzied smell of raw snow pierced the back of his head, shouting heavily. A spiritual shock struck the pain. He can't even scream. He rolls around on the ground, and the smell of raw snow seeps down in agony. Azin, wrapped around his back head, groans later. “Oh.” Persian takes a sluggish step backwards, noticing the black snowflake. The raging, rough-breathed smell of Raw Snow creeps toward you, and raises your foot.

“... bastard! ”

The feet of Raw Snow stomped on the back of Azin while shouting. The flying spirit returns, and Azin groans as he twists his body. Hearing it, the black snow rose and snorted. She spits out her back as she tramples on her freckles.

“It's not fair, is it?"

“Now, wait a minute. Master...!"

“I know, you're being unfair. I know I can't help it! ”

Baaak! The feet of Raw Snow are stuck in his stomach. Azin vomits, bending his body as a reporter. It was an unusual blow that caused the stamina gauge to drop.

“I know you're selfless. I know it's all for later. It's understandable what you've worked so hard to explain. The fastest way to raise power in this situation, your choice is correct. I can't think of anything more. ”

“Now, you know why...”

“You know it! ”

After expressing an incomprehensible look, Azin raises his Raw Snow scent, but she shrugs and shouts. Phew! The feet of Raw Snow once again trampled on the back of Azin. Azin stumbles under the feet of a black snow scent like an ant with its body pressed against it.

“... why didn't you say something? ”

“That's right."

Persian was right when he asked about the black snow scent. Suddenly, she clings to the side of the Raw Snow scent and sets her foot on the back of Azin. Raw snow smells like Persian resentment, but it doesn't push away. Thanks to this, Azin had to struggle with two women's feet on his back plate.

“W-what are you talking about? ”

“Engagement, that. You could have told me. ”

If I had told you before, you'd be dead first. Azin tries to get up, but he has no choice but to sag again as he empowers his feet under the scent of Raw Snow.

“... z, it was decided on the spot. I figured out a way... to get engaged was the most likely. ”

“Don't lie to me. You think she doesn't know your personality? If you don't have the right idea in your head, you're not gonna do it. ”

“It's true! The original plan was to catch the wind and transfer it to the enthusiast, but the wind, the blood, and the plaintiff's intervention went out of hand. So was the blood situation and the attitude of a mutual friend. In that clogged situation, it was decided in an instant that we were able to draw out our engagement to the White Void. ”

Azin lies desperately. In fact, he had been moving from the beginning with the premise of making a promise to the White Mark, but if I had been honest with him, he would have suffered enough to die here once today and in reality.

“It's not that I didn't want to tell Master. How can this disciple lie to his master? ”

“Are you sure? ”

“You don't trust your apprentice? ”

I lied without a needle in my mouth. Azin makes the most displeasing face he can make, and looking at it, he gives off his feet, which seem a little suspicious, but put on his back. Following the atmosphere, Persian stepped on the back of Azin with an evil look on his face, followed by the smell of raw snow.

“.. just in case. ”

The smell of Raw Snow staggers and opens its mouth, staring at the azine standing up. It hurts like a twisted viscera, so he touches his stomach, and then he glances at her with the taste of raw snow.

“If, for some reason, you do something stupid. ”

“I won't. ”

“Like the Mainlander said, I'm going to take your stuff and feed it to the dogs. ”

“You said no. ”

It's not a threat. If you want to smell the black snow, you'll do it without hesitation. Azin grumbles, sweeping the creepy creeps with his hands. The scent of Raw Snow shifts its head to the side, exhaling a gust of gust. Then Persian rubs his lips and looks at the smell of raw snow.

“That's odd, considering. ”

Percik opens his mouth, looking at the black snow scent turning his head to the side, and the pain of smiling and relaxing her mood. Her chin straightens, her face puffy. He twists his fingers on the side of his head as he raises his arms.

“Ajin and Racunda are just priests, right? ”

What is she trying to say? Azin's smile that he was barely building was hard.

“Whether Azin is engaged to another woman or not, I don't think Racunda should be this angry. ”

The expression of Raw Snow was stiff. She glances at Persic with one glance.

“That's what you just said. What right does Racunda have to pick up Ajin's stuff and feed it to the dogs? Someone's gonna think it's Raccoon. It's not Racunda's, is it? ”

“Now, wait a minute. Persian.”

Asin hurriedly stops Persian from speaking, as her story seems to bring about an unusual atmosphere. But Persec narrows his eyes and looks at the pain as he talks.

“Hold still, Ajin. I don't understand because I'm listening. ”

Persian turns his head to look at the scent of Raw Snow. The expression of raw snow crumpled up like chewing sand. She crosses her arms and trembles at one leg, filled with irritation.

“So.”

“So what's the big deal? What's the deal with Racunda and Ajin? ”

“Master and disciple. ”

“Sometimes I blend in. ”

Persian stumbles out of his tongue. It was because I had seen many times in the night life of azin and raw snow. In response, the black snow blushes, avoiding gaze, and Persian continues to die.

“But after all, you're a master and a pupil. Sometimes, other than holding each other alone. I mean, the relationship isn't really defined. I'm not a lover. ”

“Ugh...”

The stench of black snow groans as if stabbed in a sore spot. Ajin silenced his lips and turned his gaze to the side because he had nothing to say. There is nothing wrong with Persian words. The relationship between Raw Snow and Azin is not a lover. The two were just disciples and like Persian said, they only mingle if they want each other to.

“What does he do? Racunda doesn't overreact. ”

“I-I get engaged without my apprentice talking to my master.”

“Well, that's true. Whatever it is, it's not Racunda who cares what she does with the girl she's engaged to. ”

Persian laughs as he says. She takes a small step to the side and hangs on to Azin's arm. She rubs her chest against the arm of Azin as if she were looking.

“Racunda doesn't care what I do to Ajin. ”

“Ugh! ”

The scent of Raw Snow sharpens its teeth and stares at Persian. Hearing the conversation between Persian and Raw Snow, Ajin sighs deeply. What to do, what to say. He knew too well. But is it right to make him hesitate? Was the feeling really right, that's what I felt.

I've never really treated anyone in my life. When he was treating others, he always intended to act and never showed his true colors. I never empathized with other people's feelings. He was always confronted with understanding while treating others, and put his and others' actions into calculations.

He lived like that. Go on, go on. Until I met the Black Snow scent, I lived like that. He knew for sure that he had become a little strange when he met her. Ajin empathizes a little with her feelings, and as he treats her, he reveals the truth, not the act. Azin knew what it was.

But that and recognition are separate issues.

“Master.”

Ajin sighed and said.

“I, as the master thinks, do not appoint against the White Voucher. ”

I mean, I can't see everything right now. I don't admit it, so I'm just making a compromise. The most appropriate and ambiguous answer in the current situation. That was the right answer for Azin.

“I've never offended my master. ”

Azin glances at Persic.

“Thank you, Persian. But I'm okay. It is natural for students to serve their masters, and it is natural for them to interfere with their students. I am your property. I never complained about your actions. ”

“... are you happy with that? ”

Percik looks at Azin and asks. Azin nods.

“Yes, I'm always grateful to Persian. Again, thank you for standing up for me. ”

Azin bows his head. At that point, Persian looked at the pain with an annoying face. She grabs the side of her head, twisting and turning, and tears it apart. The red hair on your hand falls to the ground, and Persian mutters in small muttering.

“.. not funny. ”

After saying that, Persian turns away. Her body collapses into black smoke and disappears. Azin looks at the scent of raw snow as he sees the scattered smoke. Raw snow had complex eyes and was looking at the pain.

“... it's my property. ”

“Master always said, He hates people touching his stuff. ”

Azin stared at the scent of Raw Snow and said, That's how many times she said it. You don't show mercy to people who touch your things. She always called Ajin a ‘thing’. Owned by you.

“I mean, you don't have to worry. ”

Ajin glanced back and said. He couldn't tell exactly what favor Raw Snow was showing him. Is it about people or property? Is it him or just a favor for pets who have pets? Azin sighs and turns away.

“I'll be going now. Master seems to be less worried. ”

“... are you just going to leave? ”

The smell of Raw Snow asked with a cautious voice. Azin, who was turning his back, looked back at the smell of raw snow. She turns her cheeks red. Azin smiles bitterly, looking at the wiggling black snow scent of his hands gathered in front of him as if he was ashamed.

“Yes.”

Azin's body disappeared.

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