Desire

“Let's go buy some clothes. ”

The smell of raw snow smiled and said. Camila, sitting in front of the mirror, blinks and glares at her face. The hair cut over the shoulder matches Camila's little face.

The problem is getting dressed. There was no clothes in the mansion for Camilla to wear because she didn't have a child. I could get Maid to buy it, but I wanted to choose the scent of Raw Snow for myself. Azin nods his head with a face that is not overwhelming.

“Then let's go out. ”

If you think about it, it's been a long time since I went out with the Black Snow scent. The scent of Raw Snow smiled widely and immediately went into preparing to go out. Camila picks up her wriggling finger and touches her hair.

“You don't like it? ”

Azin asks. Camila turns her head to look at him. Camila waves her head slowly, hesitating.

“No. It's not like that. ”

“Then why? ”

“It's just... a little awkward. ”

Camila mutters. Azin grins as he looks down at Camila's face.

“That's a pretty face. It's a shame to hide it. I thought that kid who was picking on you at the orphanage was cute, but you're better off. ”

“.. really? ”

Enna was famous for being pretty even in the Arimis orphanage. You're prettier than Enna. Camila glances at the mirror with unbelievable eyes.

“I have no reason to lie to you. You're prettier when you get older. You'll look even prettier today. ”

“.. why? ”

“Because you're my stepdaughter. I'll give you a lot. I'll give you a house and a room where you can live and a bed where you can sleep. I can give you a hug and a nice doll if you want. Delicious rice, good education, and pretty clothes. If you want, of course. ”

Camila shuts her mouth. Is it because he is too young, or simply has not accepted the reality yet? Camila had no idea how much opportunity she had and how many people wanted it.

“Is there anything you want to learn? ”

Azin asked.

“Music's good, too. I'll give you a personal teacher to teach you music if you want. Or... painting is good. I don't know much about art, but I think it's perfect for art. ”

“... I drew a picture at the orphanage. I never got a compliment. ”

“Maybe it'll be different if you learn. Or... literature. Well, I don't know much about Gracie's education. Tell me what you want to do. It doesn't matter if you don't want to do anything. ”

“What are you good at? ”

“Me?”

It's a sudden question. Azin doesn't hesitate but thinks for a moment. Ajin looks down at Camila, touching her chin.

“I'm a knight. ”

Azin opens his mouth.

“Do you know what a knight is? ”

“Yes, I've seen a lot in fairy tales. ”

“I think it's... a little different than that. Either way, I'm a knight. I can see you're good at using your body. ”

“Like a workout? Is that what it is? ”

“Fight rather than ball. ”

“When the children got into a fight at the orphanage, everyone got in trouble. ”

“This isn't an orphanage. And there's not a lot of people who can yell at me. ”

“.. then I'll learn that too. ”

Camila replies. The answer blinks dazed.

“You want to learn to fight? ”

“It's hard to learn something from other people. I want to learn from you. ”

“I'm not a good teacher. ”

Azin mutters. Camila speaks boldly in her own way. She was trying to understand the situation she was in, if not completely. She became the adopted daughter of the owner of this huge mansion. The word "stepdaughter" is difficult, but I know what it means. Daughter without blood. I can't make my blood thick, so I have to try my best to melt myself into the family framework.

“But I want to learn from you. ”

Spend a lot of time together, learn something in person. At least that's what Camilla's father looked like. Azin looks into Camila's eyes desperately, sighing and nodding his head.

“But do you want to be a knight? ”

“Knight... I don't know about that. You don't want to be a knight. ”

“I'm sure it is... maybe in your case. ”

Azin mutters, consciously conscious of the Adim within him.

‘It could be a story. No, she could be anything. If it's God-related. ’

Adim replied.

“Let's... go out and come back and talk again. I can't do the hard work from day one. Have fun today, take a good rest. ”

“Yes. ”

Camilla nods. A closed door opens and reeks of black snow. In her outfit, she smiles brightly and spreads her arms out to Ajin.

“What do you think?”

“It's beautiful.”

Azin immediately replied. I was robbed by the laughter of Raw Snow and cracked.

“What's your answer so fast? You didn't think, did you? ”

“What more do you need to think about seeing beautiful things and feeling beautiful? ”

When I asked again, the smell of raw snow tingled my lips.

“I can't feel my soul. ”

“It's beautiful.”

Azin said that again, empowering his voice, and the smell of Raw Snow only gave him a distressing look, and he no longer spoke of it. Instead, she smiles brightly and approaches Camila.

“What do you think? Is your mom pretty?”

Seeing him calling himself a mother without hesitation, Ajin swallowed a sigh. You'd better not get too attached. Camila will die later anyway. A person who exists with such settings. If death gives affection to a certain opponent, it only hurts the user.

“Ugh… yes. ”

Camilla nods. The scent of Raw Snow grins and holds Camila's hand.

“Let's go.”

Three left the mansion. I was going to call the wagon, but I decided to walk because Camila could clearly feel the hangover. Luckily, it wasn't far from the mansion to the store, so it was enough to walk around.

“Camilla wants to learn from me. ”

Azin opens his mouth. I looked back at the pain with my face surprised by the smell of Raw Snow.

“Unsullied?”

“I don't know how to fight. I don't know how to fight. No, that's a little weird, too. He just wants to learn from me. ”

“Why don't you learn from me? ”

The smell of Raw Snow frowned and asked. Camila's shoulder trembles. Azin sighs and shakes his head.

“Why don't you two teach together? ”

“Oh, right. That should do it. Hmm."

The scent of Raw Snow lowers Camila's gaze. Camila holds the hand of black snow, her face stiffened with tension.

“Skeleton... well, not bad. At this age, it's not very late to be studying skilllessness. First things first... How about Internal Affairs? I think it's better to learn the authentic rituals than the martial arts. ”

“I'm sure you'll be safe. ”

“Progress will be slow. Well, you can cover your flaws with finesse. So, my daughter. What do you want to learn? ”

The smell of Raw Snow caught Camila's eye and asked. Camila tilts her head, not understanding the question.

“Well, I mean, What kind of weapon do you want? Sword spear? Axe or wand? ”

“What kind of weapon are you and, um, Ma using? ”

Camila hesitates. At that, I spread my hands, smiling at the smell of Raw Snow.

“Fist. And foot. ”

Camilla opens her mouth.

“Well, there's no reason for you to practice your fists and feet. But... since she's a girl... I wonder if she'd be able to protect herself. ”

“You wouldn't dare touch me unless I was a madman. ”

“Still, it's better to learn. Men are all beasts. ”

Raw snow gave Ajin a distressing look. In his gaze, he shook his head while clearing his throat low.

“.. you may have forgotten, the one who first seduced was the master. ”

“That's a good boy. ”

“He's listening. Why would he say that? ”

Azin grumbles and the smell of raw snow gives him a hint of silence. Azin sighs and presses his glabella. Better to have proper training.

"No, when does the Demon King appear?" ’

If a saint exists as a countermeasure against the Demon King, at least Camila should grow up to fight the Demon King. Ajin looks down at Camila. Small height. Small size. She's too young. Even if I put a sword and armor on her right now, she won't be able to take down a child of her own.

I can't imagine Camilla fighting the Demon King like that. Five years if you can't. It will take five years for your body to grow up and be able to fight like it is.

"You'll be 16 in five years. ’

Westerners say growth is fast. Maybe Camila will. Azin looks down at Camila with a serious face. Camila raises her head and looks at him, feeling Azin's gaze. Seeing Camila tilting away at a face that knows nothing, Ajin ducks her gaze.

After arriving at the store, Azin follows the scent of Raw Snow and picks out Camila's clothes. Starting with my underwear, I don't even know what I'm gonna wear. The scent of Raw Snow grins, looking at Camila's body, one by one. Camila is still awkward, but remains calm, making sure she doesn't mind the taste of raw snow.

Azin was a little away, and I saw him like that. Although different races, Camila and Raw Snow seemed to go well together. To be honest, it looks more like a sister than a mother and daughter. After all, she looks only in her 20s at the age of Raw Snow.

"Camilla."

Ajin gave Camila his attention. Camila smiles brightly as she matches the clothes pushed by the smell of black snow. The moment I saw that smile,

Something in his heart twitched. An unknown unpleasantness struck his head. Azin quickly catches on to the unpleasantness that has passed by. You snatch him by the throat and peel off his skin one by one.

Huh?

Azin opens his eyes and looks at Camila. That smile. I've seen it somewhere. No, actually, I've seen something like that, not that smile.

It wasn't that long ago. I thought about it only a few years ago. Azin has seen laughter like that in this world. Purely happy to build a smile. Upward mouth, curved eyes, white teeth. With a smile like that, pick up your sword, and come at me without hesitation.

Azin punches the target in the face. I knocked her down like that, looking down at her, ‘It's not funny.’ I said.

My memory was frictionless as I squeaked. There was something that came to mind one by one. A face with little expression. Less words. And that bright smile. I paint Camilla in five years. With his armor, his sword, and Camilla awakened as a saint.

Ajin felt dizzy.

Camilla resembles Devello.