Illimitable Until Death

So, what control tower would Regulus choose as his stronghold, as the responsibility of "lust"?

It's simple.

Just think about what Regulus wants most now, and you can guess.

The most important thing Regulus would undoubtedly want to do is to marry the wife he sees.

While Regulus wanted the guy who was blocking him to pieces when his anger couldn't add up before, when he calmed down, Regulus began to think proud of himself again.

So Regulus was ready.

“Although it is a wife who has not yet crossed the door to attack her husband, it is common sense in the world to marry her and teach her a lesson slowly, and to do a good job now. After all, the basic etiquette must be followed anyway. ”

So much talk about Regulus, where we are at this moment is a cathedral.

The shrine is the nearest shrine to the control tower in the area.

The stronghold chosen by Regulus is a control tower surrounded by a cathedral.

Now, however, Regulus has completely abandoned the control tower and has taken over the Basilica as a stronghold.

This kind of behavior is completely unreasonable, holistic, collaborative, and fits perfectly with this self-righteous little man.

In such circumstances, Regulus had long forgotten the defense of the control tower and had organized his own manners in the diocese.

If you look closely, Regulus has changed to a white dress.

For a man who is immersed in his world without the presence and will of others at all, what he decides can be accomplished in any event, only a matter of time.

It's the same now.

In Regulus's view, not being able to successfully marry the bride is just a few things in every story, a trial before living happily ever after.

This narrow-minded, shallow person will not consider the other person's will, overall process, future intentions and other aspects.

The only thing he needs to do is satisfy every thought he has.

Marry whomever you like.

Be angry and let it out.

Do whatever comes to mind.

Get what you don't have.

That's all.

Even though I have always advocated that I am easily satisfied and have no sense of selfishness at all, in fact, what Regulus did, undoubtedly, is all based on my needs and demands and is a genuine desire.

As a result, I spoke of my selflessness and contentment in a crowned statement, even though I really thought so, no wonder Sylvia hated it.

In fact, although Regulus possessed the power of brutality, he was one of the earliest bishops of great sin in the Witchcraft, and no one in the Witchcraft could see him.

The reason is that I have always said only beautiful words, but the truth is that my heart is narrow, my eyes are short, my strong words are rational and I am complacent. Conflict with others has long been a nail on the board.

Today, Regulus, as always, has shown his strong desire.

“Anyway, it is your sister who will have to spend the rest of your lives together. A little hard work is inevitable for a sister who hasn't passed through the door. It is also necessary to give a good impression to others, let alone my wedding. Naturally, you have to do your best. This is the essence of mutual respect and respect. ”

The words of Regulus are aimed not at themselves, but at a group of people who are busy in the diocese.

That's a bunch of women.

Besides, they are all beautiful enough to be a floral group of women.

Such a group of women now work in the cathedral.

The main thing is to arrange the wedding.

Place a red carpet on the ground.

Hang beautiful curtains around.

Decorate the walls with roses.

Adjust the sort on the seat.

All of this work is being done by these beautiful women.

And they, the so-called wives of Regulus, were 53 young women.

Teenagers, in fact, Regulus didn't do anything to these women.

Because Regulus has a taste for virgins and doesn't do anything to these women.

But that's all.

Since Regulus had no desire, the so-called wife was no different to the doll for him.

After all, this man's superficial skin had reached the point of breaking through the sky, and what he liked was just the appearance of these women, all of whom were not allowed to exist.

With this in mind, each of these surviving wives has no facial expression, no angry eyes, no mechanical movement, and no personal will at all.

Isn't that the doll?

Coupled with the fact that the nominal husband could have killed any wife at any moment because of his temper, those wives had long lost the meaning of life, living like a ripped puppet, and being sent by Regulus.

On the contrary, Regulus could not see them, but was satisfied that the arrangement of the wedding scene in front of him was going smoothly.

“Although there are more or less flaws in the absence of a guest, but it is also a helpless thing, rather than the fact that there is no guest to understand, this is between me and her, the rest is just some outsiders, said by a group of outsiders, it is also a little unpleasant to think about. ”

I'm sure Regulus didn't think about what to do with her parents and relatives, did he?

Rather, if a real parent stood up against it, Regulus would accuse him of violating his legitimate right to marry and killing him.

So...

“It's also quite unpleasant to see a little man like you talking here. ”

This kind of language is very clearly introduced into the ears of the people in the place.

“Boo-hoo! ”

Without the reaction of those present, the gates of the shrine burst open.

Wood scraps danced like bullets, all covered in Regulus with shockwaves.

However, Regrus' body still unilaterally refuses to interfere with all external forces, blocking wood chips and shocks from the skin, and not even a single corner of his clothes gets dirty.

And so Regulus turned around slowly with a very unhappy look.

“Don't you know that making a scene at someone else's wedding is unacceptable, that is, not being polite and not in keeping with the common sense of the world, and that no one but yourself will feel happy and very selfish? ”

With this righteous accusation of Regulus, the visitor smiled indifferently.

“It doesn't make sense whether it's selfish or not. ”

The killer with the pure white knife shook the knight's trench coat and walked in through the door, staring at Regulus.

Words, that's all.

“Anyway, if I don't like it, there's no need to be polite. ”