Desire
00399 Departure
“Your voice is trembling. ”
The queen chuckles. On his knees and knees, Percy shrugs at the queen's voice. I wanted to hide the turbulence, but it didn't go as well as I thought. The queen lowers herself toward Persian, who lowers her head.
“Didn't you want him to despair? ”
I wanted to ignore the questions I asked, but I couldn't. The queen asked Persian herself, and Persian was not qualified to silently answer her questions.
“.. no. ”
Barely. The queen reaches out, smiling bloody. The long queen's fingers grope Persian hair. Persian body stiffens.
“You're a pretty good liar. ”
The sound of grief is close to your ears. Persian clenches his fist. A damp soil gripped my hand.
“To me, your lies always feel... thin and transparent. It's like a bad move. Lying is because you don't want to show the truth. ”
The queen's fingertips touch Persian's cheeks.
“You're lying now. If so, no, your answer is yes. ’It would be. You were hoping he was desperate. ”
Persian closes his eyes. Lying to the Queen is meaningless. Even if she deceives and packs up the truth and lies, the queen will detect all the lies.
Naturally, he's dead. There's enough reason to die just by lying to the queen. The queen was the owner of the Black Forest, and all the laws of the Black Forest rest with her.
“Poor thing.”
But the Queen does not kill Persians. If he lied and killed her, Persian would have died the first time he saw her. It's a good thing for Percy.
The queen was favored by Persian. Is that part of homosexuality, or is that just out of interest? Persian didn't know any better. The only thing we know for sure is that we don't kill Persians unless the Queen is crazy. To some extent forgive Persian disrespect.
And protect Persian.
A year in the Black Forest was a horrible and peaceful life. The Alcadion, who brought Persian, is true to his word. He neither killed Persian nor defiled him.
Alcadion has abandoned Persian forces. I left it by my side and did nothing. I don't know if it was the intention of the alkadion or not. Maybe he wanted Persian corruption.
When I first came to the Black Forest, Persian felt lonely first. This forest is a forest of undead and monsters. Persian was also an undead like them, but she felt no connection to any other vampires, including the alkadions, and any other undead.
And that's how they treated Persian. At first it was a little interesting, and that was it. Even though the Vampire Lord, Alcadion, has her by her side, she secretly feels the hostility and gaze that is approaching her. Living in the Black Forest wasn't all vampires. Lycanslope, Durahan, Banshee, and all the other undead. Among them, particularly powerful monarchs had a sinister interest in Persian.
It was around that time that I met the Queen.
Alcadion introduced Persian to the Queen as he had originally said. The first time I saw her, she succumbed to her beauty and her enormous power. I knelt naturally and trembled. I've heard of the Queen of Forest, Berger Selgerounia, from the enemy on the front lines.
I knew for sure. What a powerful monster she is. Conceptual beings. Worthy of all the undead who live in the Black Forest. Even the Vampire Lord and the Alcadion, who looked so strong, felt like a child compared to the Queen of the Forest.
And it was the same with the Heaven of Jinsun. The most powerful creature Persian knows was a genuine thousand horses, but it felt different compared to the Queen of the Black Forest.
Alkadion cautiously informed the Queen of Persia, and she showed interest in him.
Where were you born?
Are you from outside?
A light question, Persian answered all of the Queen's questions. The queen, who had been silent for a moment, told Alcadion briefly.
Leave him.
That was it.
Since then, Persian has been staying around the lake. Even though it was just that, the treatment around me changed. No one wants to harm Persian. Not to mention the alkadions, and not even the other undead lords with powerful powers had an evil mix of interests in Persia.
The Queen has become a powerful ally of Persia. No one dared to touch the queen's possessions without her stepping forward.
Persian has become the queen's property.
“.. I think it's a relief. ”
Persian barely speaks. Remaining around Lake Stix, Persik is perfectly safe. No one wanted to harm Persian, and a sanctuary was set up for Persian. There was nothing missing.
Fresh blood was given every day as food in a clear glass bottle. Occasionally, a deeply asleep human was lying at the door. In that case, Persian bites and kills a sleeping human. I didn't create a family tree.
“What?”
The queen looks at Persian with interesting eyes. The Queen visited Persik from time to time. The queen asked Persian a variety of questions. Her life. The connection she has. Memories she has.
It was nothing special, but Persian answered without a lie, and the Queen listened to Persian stories with a joyful face. Of course, Persian didn't tell me everything. It was impossible to deceive the queen, but it was possible to hide the truth from her. Persian hid the fact that the world was made, and that the competition of the transcendents was genuine.
It was for her own good. I was anxious that I might be removed if I said something I didn't need to say.
“.. that he's doing well. ”
Persian replies: The turbulence has subsided much. Rather, she calms down. She raises her head slightly. Persian raises the queen looking down on him right in front of him.
“I was very worried about my inner self. Maybe he's suffering because he blames himself. Could it have been avoided? Could it have been violent? But he's doing well, and he says he's not violent. ”
A smile was made over time. The queen glares and watches Persian smile.
“I'm glad for you. ”
In Persian's reply, the queen smiles low. “Funny.” The queen mumbles as she gets up. Her hair shakes as if darkness were spreading. She blinks her red eyes and looks down at Persian.
“Vampires and humans. You must like the virgins of the Human nobles. I thought it wasn't a good story, but it's quite pleasant to see it in person. ”
Simple entertainment. The queen has lived for a long time. She spent most of her life in these woods.
The queen was unable to leave the Black Forest. Her presence was tied to the Black Forest and could not exist outside the forest. For the queen, the world outside the forest was a vast unknown.
The queen's secret was the avatar.
I saved a human body with exceptional talent. He took the body's soul and breathed part of the queen's consciousness into it. It was temporary, but I was satisfied. The queen switched to an avatar that shared consciousness with her whenever she wanted, and saw a world she didn't know. It was a joke that had already been repeated many times.
As she lived out in the woods through her avatar, she had a variety of experiences. He once held power and was called a wise man. I was a man, I was a woman.
However, the queen was unable to come to an understanding of human interaction and empathy.
I had a relationship. I was married once, I had a child. Someone's mother, someone's father. There was a time when I became one. But I couldn't empathize deeply. Even if I could say I love you in response to the words I was afraid of loving, I couldn't fully understand that feeling.
It was the same with maternal and paternal love. I felt a mysterious feeling about raising a young child, but I didn't feel any special affection for the child I nursed and raised. Was it lack of immersion? The Avatar is conscious anyway, and the Queen's body is floating on the surface of Lake Stix.
No, it's not that lack of immersion doesn't make me empathetic.
I simply couldn't empathize with it because it was different.
It was not long ago that the queen received the answer. This time, the avatar she shared consciousness with was Asylla Felide. ASEYLA is one of the five stars of the Pentagon, the price of spiritual magic.
Psychic enchantments range widely. Starting with mild hypnosis, hallucinations, decay, implications, etc. In order to fully understand the secret and deep magic, I needed to know about emotions. It was a late realization.
She was not human in the first place, and was not moved by her emotions. So I can't empathize. Import not possible. When I realized it later, what I heard was futility.
So, I found interest in a different direction. If you can't do it, you can't do it in the first place. I listened to other people's stories I enjoyed it quite a bit. Other people's stories were stories that they could not intervene in the first place, and were enough to feel joy simply by listening.
“Don't you want to meet him in person? ”
“I know you won't let me. ”
The Queen's silent question answered in a small voice. I've already asked several times, and I've been rejected. The Queen was well aware of the intense joy of tragedy. In particular, the queen showed great interest in the longing for parting and meeting.
Regardless of the party, simply stand in the position of a third party. The longer the separation, the deeper the longing for a meeting. I like the feeling I get when I meet you later.
“Yes. I won't send you to him. ”
The queen smiled and said. Persian bows his head silently. The Queen does not send Persians.
“If that man wants you, he'll have to come here himself. ”
He has a bad temper. Persian hides his insides. I bowed my head quietly instead. The queen glances down at Persian with a smile.
“It's quite pleasant for me to watch. ”
What if Ajin forgets Persian? It must be painful for Persian, but it's also fun for the Queen watching. If it does, the queen will tell Persian the story of Azin and have more pleasure watching him fall.
On the contrary, what if Azin never forgets Persik, but returns to the Black Forest one day? Personally, the queen wanted Azin to act that way. Story of a warrior rescuing a princess who was captured by the Demon King. It was a simple story, but the queen liked it.
‘In this case, am I the Demon King? ’
I have experienced many different lives, but I have never been the Demon King. It's good to know something new. What can he do when he comes to these woods?
What will be the end of the story? Tragedy favors tragedy.
Someone has to die in order for a story to become tragic.