Desire

I wanted to try it once.

The reason was enough. The black snow scent caught the scissors by itself despite Azin's currents. She sets a chair in the middle of the room and makes Camila sit on it. Ajin ignores Camila, who is sitting in a chair, looking this way with an uneasy face.

“It's going to be okay. ”

The black snow scent swirls around with the hairy scissors from Sarina's finger. I don't know what it is you want to feel like, but she tucks her long hair back and looks at Camila in the chair.

“I've never done it, but I know how to fly. It's a hand extension after all.” I tried to talk her out of it, but it didn't reassure Camilla. Camila looks at the revolving scissors across the raw snowy fingers, swallowing a gulp.

“W-what? Wrapping it around you. ”

The black snow scent points towards Sarina standing behind her back. Sarina bows her head silently and approaches Camila. Camila looks at the cloth around her neck and swallows. Camila looks like her head, decapitated and on display.

“.. are you really going to do this? ”

Camila is still looking for salvation for him. He clears his throat and asks about the smell of raw snow. In response to the question, the smell of Raw Snow shed an eye toward Azin.

“You don't trust me? ”

Raw Snow asked. What should I say? To be honest, of course I don't. I have no experience with scissors just because I want to. Ajin glances at Camila. The desperation in my eyes is hard to ignore. Ordinary people would do that.

“I believe.”

Of course, Ajin is no ordinary man. He knew the smell of obscenity well, and he knew that if he said he didn't believe me here, the complaint would continue to pour out on him. In Azin's reply, I smiled as if I knew the smell of raw snow would be like that.

“Right? Of course I do. Don't worry, I've cut a lot of hair, not hair. ”

“Yes?”

Sarina stops and lifts her head while watching the Raw Snow scent. Despite the subtlety, the smell of Raw Snow did not even try to understand Sarina. The scent of Raw Snow shuts up and looks into Camila's face with a serious face.

“Cute enough face. ”

The scent of Raw Snow mutters like that and reaches for the scissors. Camilla tugs her chin in surprise. Azin sighs as he looks at Camila's razor-sharp scent, using scissors.

“Why scissors? With good hands. ”

“I'm looking at a quote, a quote. ”

Raw snow flashed his lips and replied. That's an excuse, too. Ajin finally sighed.

“Well, let's cut off the head first. The back hair is too long. What do you want me to do?”

“Yes, yes? ”

Camila replies, flawed. The scent of Raw Snow lifted up the hair around Camila's back neck.

“Should I cut it off at all? That should be convenient. She grows more hair anyway. Cutting it clean from the start...”

“Ma'am.”

Eventually, Azin opened his mouth. Azin carefully said as he scratched his head.

“There's an imperial ball in a few days. Camilla has to go. It's so weird."

“Is it weird that I cut my hair? ”

Raw snow gave Azin a distressing look. Azin swallows his tongue and turns away.

“.. I'm sure your wife doesn't feel strange. And she's good at everything, and she's good at scissors. But the wife is a novice, so other nobles don't make fun of her.”

“If I had a guy like that, would I just stand there? ”

“Of course you won't. Yeah, me, too. So... damn it. ”

Ajin eventually spit out his swear words.

“Let's make her pretty. Beautifully.”

“I'm making it pretty. ”

The smell of raw snow puckered my lips.

“This is my daughter. Of course I do. I was just kidding. ”

The black snow scent grumbles and looks down at Camila. Camila raises her Raw Snow scent with a nervous face. The black snow scent smiles at Camila like that.

“You believe me, right? ”

“Yes. ”

“Oh, this one. What are you? Call me Ng. We need to make it easier between parents and children. ”

Raw snow scent smiled and said that. Seeing that, Azin remembered the age of the saffron black snow scent. Even though the body's aging stopped, the age of the black snow scent reached 80. Then, they are not parents, but grandmothers and grandchildren. Of course, he didn't actually put the idea out of his lips.

If I tell you, you'll die.

The scissors move in a square motion. Camila, who sits with a tense face, initially flinches when the scissors touch her, but she seems a little bored as she gets used to it. Azin, standing across the street, stares at the figure of Raw Snow moving scissors with a serious face.

‘.. quite well. ’

The skill of Raw Snow was unbelievably proficient in catching scissors at first. It's more about a well-equipped and refined sense than a natural talent. As she said, scissors are the tools of the hand, and the smell of raw snow is like a weapon with a sharpened blade. Even the senses exceed the level of ordinary people, so even if it's the first scissors I try, I don't feel much difficulty.

“A little to the side. ”

The aroma of Raw Snow directed toward Azin. Azin holds up the mirror. This is so that you can clearly see Camilla's appearance. After trimming her back hair, Camilla changed her mood even more than she did when she left the orphanage.

“Sarina. What do you think? ”

“You look cute enough. But why don't we refine this a little bit? ”

Sarina sticks by the scent of Raw Snow and supports her diligently. The black snow scent moved the scissors according to Sarina's words. The sound of the corners echoes quietly. When Azin saw that, he thought it was very peaceful. I feel like my life was a little out of place.

'I wish Persian had been here. ’

Azin smiles in relief. He felt the power of Ahdim in his body and the power of the Rivelion.

Are you there?

Ajin called out to Adim in his heart. Demigod was directly connected with Adim, so he could talk to him if he wanted to. Immediately, I heard the answer of Adim.

"Yes."

‘I heard she's a saint. What kind of saint is Camilla? ’

‘I don't know what the question means. A saint is just a saint. What do you mean? "

I mean, like I'm your ground representative. What kind of goddess is Camilla? ’

‘You seem to have the concept of being a saint a little wrong. A saint is not God's property. It's more of a vessel, really. ’

‘.. the bowl? ’

‘Bowl of God. Not yet, but if she wakes up a true adult. She can bring the god she wants directly into her body. It's like I'm coming down on you. But unlike you, I'm the only one who can carry all the gods in her body. ’

‘Crazy.’

Ajin swallowed a cursing speech he didn't even know existed. It is not the level of Demigod or a surrogate. If all gods can come directly to the body, it is no exaggeration to say that they are real gods, not mere saints. Ajin, who brought Adim, the knight's god, to his body right now, beat the Earl of the Demon Clan to death.

"A saint is like the inhibition that exists in this world. Or a passageway that allows God to intervene directly. In fact, the birth of adults is not pleasant. ’

"Why?"

I told you, adults are repressive. There's no need for restraint in a normal world. God doesn't have to intervene. The birth of a suppressive adult in such a world means that in a short time, an adult will be needed. ’

‘.. what do you mean? ’

It's a disaster. Humans, the existence of this world, are an insurmountable crisis. This happened a long time ago. When the Demon King went mad and decided to conquer the Middle Realm. Even then, adults were born, and adults became warriors. ’

Azin kept his mouth shut. Adim continued to say.

‘The warrior was strong. I had to be strong. All the gods have been his strength. And the Demon King was killed by a warrior. It's gone. Since then, there has been no Demon King. I don't know yet. Lacapento was one of the Horsemen who invaded the earth with the Demon King a long time ago. ’

‘.. and that's why it's been so long. ’

‘Yeah, well, Lacapento died that day. The warrior who brought me down cut Lacapentura's chest with a Rivellion. ’

"Chest?"

‘At that time, it was the oil called Lacapentoo. Big tits. ’

Ajin recalls the image of La Capentura he saw in Gallios. Thinking of those flat breasts, Azin considers Lacapentura a bit pitiful.

‘.. after the Demon King's death, what happened to the warrior? ’

‘Dead.’

Adim replied.

‘Course I'm gonna die. Restraint exists to suppress something. There's no reason to exist if there's nothing to suppress. Adult power is necessary to overcome disasters, but not in a peaceful world. ’

‘.. was not killed by the Demon King. ’

‘Adulthood is just that. It's like candles. It burns to the ground, and then the wick burns to the ground. I don't know much about human emotions, but I think I can warn you. ’

Azin looks up and sees Camila. A square pair of scissors trims her head. Camila's face was really cute, not the chief. Round, large blue eyes and distinct features. It's so beautiful at such a young age, but how much more beautiful it will be if you get a little older.

"Don't be too affectionate with the saint. ’

Adim warned me.

‘She'll die one day. He's bound to die. I don't know what a disaster is, but if it comes and the saints use their power to overcome it, A saint dies with all her strength. Saving the world, overcoming disasters. And then you die. ’

‘.. it's worthless. ’

Azin sighs and replies.

‘I don't intend to make love to her. ’

‘The woman you love is affectionate to that child. When he's dead, won't she be sad? ’

In response to the question, Azin kept his lips shut. He couldn't answer. Raw Snow wanted a child for a long time. She couldn't have children, so she wanted children even more. Even if he's not a child of his own. I just wanted to be able to call myself a child with Ajin.

And Camilla became one. Without Persian, the smell of raw snow cannot leave this world. Azin is in reality, and the smell of raw snow remains in this world. She's isolated. And Camilla can be comforting to such a vulgar aroma.

‘It's changed a lot. ’

As Ajin changed, so did the taste of Raw Snow. The title of Raw Snow was changed a long time ago. She called herself a Maiden, but she no longer calls herself a Maiden. Or was he conscious of other people's gaze just as Azin had been called a wife of Raw Snow?

More than that, she's completely open.

‘.. I didn't want to be adopted. ’

Azin swallows a sigh as he looks down at Camila and sees the bright smile of Raw Snow.

If I'd known this was gonna happen, I'd have let her in.

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It's called the Manfrep Berserker Scream.

I want to clear Valar.

The name Raw Snow scent I used to call "Maiden."

I suddenly think of using it while drinking today.

Heh;; So it's roughly a blur