Beast witch.
That's what they call a woman chosen as a sin-eater beast, a sacred relic.
As the name Eat Sin indicates, this living sacred relic feeds on the sins committed by man.
No, to be precise, it seems that it is the human passion for that sin that feeds.
Due to their peculiar nature, sin-eating beasts prefer the senses and emotions that people have above all else.
But for a deeper taste of them, it is difficult to remain a beast giant.
Therefore the hungry beasts shall need men to provide them.
They are women who possess such strong < sensory sharing > root properties that they can overlap themselves in the presence that hosted the power of God.
They with qualities are given the Thunder Ring of Tianwei as their help.
This sensation-enhancing Holy Mark Gear is becoming a sin-eating beast with the same tools, and when it is liked, it becomes more deeply connected to the senses.
However, as a testament to its choice, it completely fits into the neck root, with the price of not being able to share much of its senses with other human beings.
There were two reasons why Kikirili called Heavenly Way's Thunder Ring an evil hobby collar.
The beast and witch connected through the thunderbolt rings of Heavenly Way become an inseparable relationship.
The role assigned to the Holy Relic Beast is to sit on top of the Holy Pit and prevent the air from leaking out.
And the mission of the chosen women was to distract such beast boredom and to wedge it to this place.
It is therefore unacceptable for the witch of the beast to leave the side of the sacred relic even for a time.
From the time the holes of the earth were sealed, at the bottom of the deep darkness, Cocorara leaned against the sin-eating beast.
The only time she can get away from here is when the big hole in the abandoned underground prison is blocked, even deeper than the land.
To do this, a new witch must share her senses with this beast and carry that much of the division she has given her.
And the next witch sacrificed herself, and repeatedly waited even for the holes to be sealed again at the bottom of the earth.
"Bad chest shit."
To Kikirili, who shrugged, Zazam raised his face quietly lying down.
It wasn't anger or shame that was in those purple eyes.
What was there was the look of an old man who seemed tired of everything.
Just listen to me, and I can agree to Kikiriri's words.
I guess the twins in particular, as candidates for witches, are disgusted only by the parties that have been brought here.
And as well, the status quo in which Moo is a candidate, Tor is no other HR.
But Dadan's and Zazam's choices are not a good story to measure solely by the indicia of emotion.
Only at the expense of one loving wife could we create a place where thousands could live safely.
The process leading up to that decision would have had incalculable bitterness and grip on the rest of us.
It would also be wrong for the Tors, who enjoy a peaceful life in this border city, to blame it cheaply.
Just still, even knowing that, Thor couldn't stop himself from getting power into his jaw.
A finger that has been gently stretched is tangled in Thor's hand.
When I dropped my eyes, I was looking up with eyes that made Sora stand for something.
After often being stuck in words, the girl asks Thor to whisper.
"Thor,... can't you handle it?
"< Restore > cannot interfere with memory or mind. All I can do is rejuvenate my body at best."
Thirty years.
To the words that have suddenly interrupted him, Tor turns his face to you like it was played.
The old man, who was the head of the temple, continued his words pale.
"You want me to rejuvenate you and live even longer? Tell that kid to suffer more."
"Uncle, your words are too much."
To stop Dadan, Zazam shook his head sideways many times.
The bald old man, who exhaled for a long time, turns his sharp eyes to Thor.
"This is not who your Lord wanted Yingjie to be, Thor."
"……… Master"
"This is a dangerous place and you can't stay long. Well, what about you lords?
In an unacceptable inquiry to avoid, Thor and Sola hold each other's hands strongly.
Moo, who received their gaze, voiced innocently with a decent face.
"Coco, are you hungry? Moo's snack. I'm just gonna give you a minute."
With that said, the child joyfully lists the apple jam pie he was holding.
The wrap loosened slightly on the clap and the sweet and sour smell spread to the bottom of the empty ground.
The old woman, who lifted her eyelids to Moo's call, rose to the scent and moved her neck with a chirp.
And leaked a voice I was going to miss.
"Oh, that smells good. This is Summer Ringo's -. Uh, you, when..."
Coco's eyes toward her husband dwelt in a solid light out of step earlier.
The woman with her purple eyes open looks gently at Dadan's face before shifting her gaze to the Tors.
The intelligent eye immediately understood the situation with the powerful < sensory sharing > that it possessed.
One emotion after another disappears in the old woman's purple eyes.
Intense surprise and joy, followed by a tour.
And the last thing it showed was the mixed, strong anger of giving up.
"... what are you thinking, Dadan? You can't have that little girl. That's all I'm allowed to do."
"You're back to sanity, Coco. Well, summer apples are your favorite. Heh heh, the eater hasn't changed."
"I'm sorry, you. But I'm satisfied enough."
"... if it were you, I'd say so."
So Dadan, who separated the words once, said away, turning his neck directly beside him.
"So let it stop now, uncle."
It was Zazam who was holding Moo back at some point.
Temple chief who shakes his head beside him silently.
What was held in its hand was a luminous ring as if blinking.