Desire

Heard the story from Spooky, drank a beer. I had another beer because it tasted good, so I spent enough time and went up to my room. I come up to the room, and I see Persian and Raw Snow are wiping their wet hair, just finishing the shower. Did they go in together? The moment I heard the thought, I stopped a bit and immediately closed the room with a familiar face.

“The market is open at night. ”

He erased the embarrassing video that popped into his head and said in a voice. “The mayor?” Persian tilts his head. Azin clears his throat low and turns his head to the side.

“.. why don't you put some clothes on first? ”

“Now what. ”

Persian flicks his fingers as he smiles. The rising shadow envelops her. She wears a clean green badge and plunges into wide sleeves. “How's it going?” Persian's questions answer him unknowingly.

“You're beautiful.”

“Tsk.”

The smell of raw snow fills my tongue. As a naked nun wearing nothing, she looks at the pain as if she is close. I shrugged my shoulders because the pain in his gaze was tingling. As she stares at him, she frowns and opens her mouth.

“Clothing.”

“Yes.”

Ajin pulls out a garment that smells of raw snow from his inventory. She took the inner and outer pages from Ajin, and put on her underwear no matter what she saw. “What mayor? What mayor?” I dry my wet head with one stroke, and the black snow scent that was turning into a monk suddenly bites me.

“Night Market.”

Azin opens his hands and replies. “Night Market?” Raw Snow tilts her head and asks. Azin nods.

“It's called Marcer's Must-Sees. It happens once a month, and today is the day. Demihuman acrobats perform big, and there are stalls. First of all, since it's the right time, why don't you go out tonight? ”

“You didn't have an appointment anyway, did you? ”

Persian bites, and Azin nods. It is the light that matters, not the horseshoe. The purpose of the trip was to meet the crescent astrologer. If he insisted on hurrying, he would have left without stopping at Martha and headed straight to the sunset. However, he also set out to rest and cruise, so it would not be bad to stay a few days in Marther.

“Then let's go. ”

Persian said with a big smile. “Then let's take a break in the room and leave once the night market is open.” Azin said, checking the time. How many days should we stay? I've also asked Spot to pursue rumors about the Black Wizard, so I should stay at this inn until I hear the answer.

“The night.”

I glanced out the window at the smell of raw snow. It's still daytime. The scent of Raw Snow shifts over Azin's face, glancing at Persian.

“We have a lot of time until nightfall. ”

Persian grins. Your back grows cold. Azin hides his cold sweat and pulls his foot back. “.. just go out on the street and feel the vibe.” Azin stammers. Raw snow caught his shoulder.

*

It became night, and the streets became chaotic. The sky was dark, but the streets seemed brighter than the night. A magical flurry of light lights up the streets, and people shudder into the streets. The sound of boiling oil, the sound of blazing fire. Higher voices and cheers for guests. Azin staggers, drawn to the smell of Raw Snow. Persian pushes his back with his bare hands.

“Hey, look at that. ”

The scent of Raw Snow reaches out with a bright face. Azin grips his messy head and looks at the direction she's pointing. There was a place where people would hug and sit. It's a puppet show after doing something. Every time the man in white gloves clapped his fingers, the doll hanging from the thread danced. I stared at it with the strange face of Raw Snow.

The story of the play was about a warrior. Strangely enough, the warrior was a woman. The doll looked familiar somewhere. Azin stares at the doll, tilting its head. Long, blue hair. Ajin stares at the silver-haired woman walking around with the doll. I knew you looked familiar. Warrior... Warrior.

“This is the story of a warrior who actually exists in Gracia, far away. ”

The play is over. The man opens his mouth in applause. Only then could Ajin recall a disturbing memory.

“It's the story of Vasrodel the Great and Rivera the Bold Warrior. The end of the play is to defeat the Wicked Black Wizard, but Rivera's adventure is not yet finished in Gracia. Even now, wizards and warriors are fighting to protect the people of Gracia from the evil Black Wizards. ”

The wizard murmured, and people applauded. “Fight the Warriors!” The children watching in the front row shouted. Azin's face was stiff.

‘.. this is... not good. ’

Ajin kicks his tongue small. Rivera's influence seems to be greater in Gracia than I expected. Ajin glances at the puppeteer. He lowers his head, taking off his hat. It was an unseen salutation.

The power of rumors is scary. Rivera and Basrodel were more than expected welcomed by the Gracians. I can't believe we're going to see Rivera's story in a faraway lane, not in Gracia. Of course, Martha is heavily influenced by your proximity to Gracia... but she kicks her tongue small. On a frozen line with a culture completely different from that of Gracia, the story of a warrior would feel like a foreign legend, but in Gracia... Azin chewed on his lower lip slightly.

“Don't rush it. ”

Tsk. The smell of Raw Snow struck his arm. She grabs her butt and raises her body. “Originally, other people's bread looks bigger than their own bread. What are you lacking from that woman?” Raw snow looks down at the pain with a fat face.

“.. nothing is lacking. ”

Azin smiles in relief. The aroma of Raw Snow was right. Ajin also has a significant influence within the line of fire. Azin rises up.

“It's just, I'm a little overwhelmed. ”

Azin mutters, rubbing his lips. Finally, greed, and Azin knew it too. There are a lot of problems that need to be solved right now, but something that needs to be kept out of the way. Persian shrugs as he looks at his frowny eyebrows.

“You came out to play. What do you care so much? ”

Persian tugs on Azin's sleeve. They went around the market, eating food in the stalls, enjoying small performances. I wandered around for a long time and got mixed up in people's gap. It's been so long since I've played without thinking. When was the last time you did that? I used to go out with Raw Snow, and even though it was just the two of us, my mind was always burdened.

Now it felt a little melty. At some point, he was smiling. It was a natural smile.

“Welcome to the Tomberg Acrobatics! ”

Milly sees Demihuman acrobatics in the tribe. During the day, the small performers in front of the fountain were mixed in with a group of Demibeasts who were disguised. This was the first time I saw a Demibeast properly in the Jinsun. Each of them was a human figure, mixed with the characteristics of the beast. It was quite different from Lycan Slope. At least they don't blur or transform under the moon.

“Have you seen a Demibeast? ”

“Nothing.”

Raw Snow replies. Azin watches the Demibeasts carefully unfolding dangerous acrobatics, such as getting thrown swords while jumping high. Lightweight, flexible and explosive muscles. But I'm not too big. I trimmed what I was born with, but I didn't feel empty-handed from them. Demihumans are great warriors. I remembered what Spotted said. It was clear. It was natural for the eunuchs and the eunuchs not to antagonize them. Those who possess such a great body are not afraid of their power, but will benefit the future by embracing it. Azin immediately thought about how to use them. The first thing that came to mind was killing water.

‘There is no such thing in the bloodstream. ’

We need a garbage disposal unit. Ajin touches his chin. There are many forces capable of frontal assault. However, there was no assassination group specialized in secretly resolving dirty things in the blood. For example, the silent sword at the Passover Gate that attacked a Blood Moon party on the way back from the Black and White Ones.

‘I'll make it right when I get back. ’

There was no need to use Demihumans. A natural assassin is a vampire. All the maids and servants, including the early bloodlines, were turned into vampires. If you can use it, you should definitely use it. If you build an army of vampires, you don't need a special training in water. Moreover, if you turn it into a vampire, you will also gain absolute loyalty.

“How do you see it? ”

Azin glanced at the Raw Snow scent. As I knew what I was asking, I immediately answered the smell of Raw Snow.

“I see how weak humans are. ”

Raw Snow replied honestly. There were no Demihumans in the world where she lived. But in this world, it's different.

“Demibeasts are superior to Humans in every way. But they have a fatal weakness. ”

Persian laughs. At that, Azin tilts his head and asks.

“Like what?"

“Demibeasts are very difficult to reproduce. And the hybrid drug is very heavy. For example, a dog Demibeast and a cat Demibeast are breeding and the child is so weak that they die very little. The same species doesn't reproduce very well. ”

Azin nods. Born of physical strength, that's all. However, if they were able to reproduce with such flesh, they would not rule Gracia, but Demibeasts.

“It's no substitute, but Demibeast growth is very fast. Your body grows close to its peak before you turn three. Of course, there is a problem with mental age. ”

Persian shrugs. Asin nods boldly in her description. As the story goes on, the performance continues, and the smell of black snow grabs Azin's sleeve to make sure he loses interest.

“It's not funny.”

Raw Snow's eyes mutter. Persian was a bit grumpy, but the atmosphere emanating from the black snowflake did not allow a refusal. They turn their backs on the acrobats.

“Those poor bastards. ”

I muttered in a deep voice, the smell of raw snow walking in front of me. “Yes?” Azin tilts his head and asks. In that question, the smell of Raw Snow did not look back. Instead, she pulls a pipe out of her chest and asks her mouth.

“I left home and came to a far-off country. They become a laughingstock of one another. ”

She mutters, and Azin shuts up. I think it felt similar. Azin looks behind the scent of Raw Snow with his depressed eyes. Demibeasts don't reproduce as well as the same species. A foreign country far from home. Azin looks at the back of the black snowy scent that is spurting cigarette smoke up.

Just like her. Defeated by Gladiolus, the smell of Raw Snow was thrown into the world. You are immortal. You cannot have children. I don't know if he was gone, but he was feeling sick. You know the Black Snow scent yourself.

Ajin spent two years with her. Raw Snow spent 20 years alone in this world.

Ajin had never seen her period.

“.. and adopt? ”

Ajin said quietly. The smell of Raw Snow lifted my gaze. She looks at the pain with a fat face and smiles bloody.

“Don't talk nonsense. ”

She mutters and turns away. Azin glances at the back of the Raw Snow with a confused feeling.

Her back looks small.

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