[Story 12]
[Ansair Extra Story]
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"Quick, withdraw!"
The huge pillar was crumbling, and the frozen throne stood on top of the ruins. The young man opened his eyes slightly, and the scepter was floating in the air in front of him. The magicians in the black cloaks spit out blood, with horrified expressions.
"… devil… "
Being called a devil by a black magician makes people feel a little delicate.
However, everyone understands that it does not refer to the heart of the devil, but to the strength of the devil.
And, devilish indifference.
The boy's expression was always calm, and he sat quietly, like an exquisite ice and snow sculpture.
He gently flipped his slender fingers, the scepter was hanging in the air on the white five fingers, lingering in the color of snow.
The black mage was horrified.
…
It was a long time, but because there was no wind and no sound, it was impossible to count the passage of time.
The chains were entangled, and the soul-piercing nails were firmly nailed to the collarbone and wrists. The young man lowered his eyes slightly, his expression still indifferent, as if he was not the one who was pierced through the soul.
The pure snow color was imprisoned in the devil's prison.
Until one day a hundred years later, the Devil Prison opened its gates to welcome its new owner.
Yes, new owner.
The girl's talent in black magic was something Ansair had never seen before.
Bingyin's eyes stared at the other party calmly.
— This is the person chosen by the Devil Prison.
In a way, he is his enemy.
However, this enemy melted the soul piercing nail and slowly approached him.
Ansair never understood kissing and love, but he could only open his eyes wide and realized that he had become strange. Not only did he not feel disgusted at all, he even bit his lips tightly while the girl was panting, slightly dissatisfied.
She is too weak.
Bingyin's pupils stared at her, when the pleasure of lust overwhelmed his reason, he just thought.
she is too weak...
He didn't have any emotional fluctuations in his life, but since then, he has become unlike himself.
If her mind is elsewhere, he will be unhappy. The slight displeasure signaled to the pure elves that reason had completely fallen.
There are many things she doesn't know.
Like the five-star medal.
The old magician saw the girl's talent for the dark arts. The young man was chained alone on the high platform, looking down at the kindly looking magician below. He lowered his eyes slightly, but thought plainly:
Can only kill.
Even if only the opponent's formation can break the curse of the devil's prison. Even if the opponent is a light magician.
But he doesn't care.
A hundred years ago, he served as the leader of the light.
But a hundred years later, he can choose to be an enemy of the world and stand on the side of black magic. As long as he likes the girl, he chooses the dark direction.
No reason, just support.
The old magician expressed his sincerity with the medal, which convinced the young elf that he would not tell the secret.
"Is it worth it? She may never know." The old magician asked softly.
The snow-colored elf just frowned at him.
It's like nonsense.
The soul-binding lock began to melt, and severe pain pierced through the soul, and the young man spoke in a low voice, the voice was still clear and steady: "It's not to let her know."
The old magician was stunned.
The textbook says that elves are the purest race.
Never said it wrong.
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However, after a long time, after being ordered to sleep in the study by the precious daughter-in-law again, the elf blinked, and the cold voice immediately became aggrieved:
"I did it for you..."
Bitter meat plan, the most effective.
The boy who happily rolled the sheets thought.