The author has something to say: Seven Veil Dance.
According to legend, the goddess Ishtar went to hell in pursuit of her dead lover. Every time she went down a layer, she took off a layer of tulle and lost part of her divinity.
Hence the enchanting and extremely seductive Seven Veil Dance.
In the play "Salome" written by Wilde, King Herod covets the beauty of his stepdaughter Salome and promises her that as long as she dances the seven-veil dance for him, she will satisfy her any request.
Ultimately, Salome asked for the head of the prophet John.
She kissed her beloved's lips in blood.
Princess Salome's lips stopped in mid-air a second before they touched Mute, and her long golden hair slipped from the back of her neck and scattered on her back. The boy's hands held her soft shoulders, preventing her from approaching him.
Mute looked at her, a little confused.
"why?"
he asks.
"I want to kiss you."
The princess said that the way she looked at Mute was calmer than anything else.
This may be the first time in her life that she candidly stated what she wants to do, which is what Salome wants to do, not what a princess should do.
Salome wants to kiss the boy without any reason, she just wants to kiss the child's lips.
Perhaps it was because her words were too calm, but Mute, who was inquiring, was stunned for a moment. Then, almost reflexively, the boy's cheeks turned slightly red.
The young man who is extremely pure in emotion is not used to the other party showing love to him so frankly. Although the two he has met so far seem to be quite strong in this respect, this makes him even more at a loss up.
Probably seeing that Mutt seemed quite at a loss at this time, the princess once again showed her strong character.
"I want to kiss you." She repeated these words, her green eyes staring at Mutt without blinking, her vermilion lips glowed with moisture, making her look extremely attractive.
She asked, "Can't you?"
After the initial shock and bewilderment, the boy calmed down a little.
When he had just calmed down, he heard this sentence. His cheeks were still a little red, but his gaze was able to meet the princess without avoiding it.
"no."
He said that he seemed to be a little flustered, but he said these two words very firmly.
He held the princess's shoulder with his hand, and slowly but firmly pushed the princess away from him.
Salome looked at him, she didn't do anything, just looked at Mute like this, and then let Mute push herself away from her.
She looked at the light in Mute's green eyes, which seemed to disappear into her eyes little by little when she was pushed away. The golden forehead hair was scattered in front of her eyes, and the shadows were reflected in her eye sockets. Her face was expressionless and looked very calm, but her gaze gave off a terrifyingly calm feeling for some reason.
She didn't ask why, because that made no sense.
The teenager rejects her, and that's the result.
"Why did you bring me here? Why did you say that?" Mut frowned and asked, "Why did you say that the major general and you can only survive one? You clearly—"
When he said this, he suddenly stopped, and Mutt pursed his lips and did not continue.
"Obviously what?"
The queen asked knowingly.
"Obviously I'm obsessed with him, isn't it?" She got off the bed, her snow-white feet were bare on the cold ground, she walked forward, and the thin gauze skirt was spread out under her bare feet.
"Now, do you still think so?"
"..."
"Yeah, the 'Princess' is obsessed with Major General Troll, and everyone knows it. Every time I see him, I have to look at his face. His face is very beautiful. Only by looking at that beautiful face, I Only then can you show your fascinated eyes."
The princess walked forward slowly, her blond hair spread out in soft arcs behind her.
"It's impossible not to do that, because every time I see him, I think in my heart... [It would be nice if this person didn't exist]."
"Every time I watch him go to the battlefield, I think... [It would be nice if he could die on the battlefield]."
Her voice was very soft, but very cold, so cold that it made people feel more stinging.
"Even now, I'm thinking...[Why is he still alive, why didn't he die?]."
"Your Majesty the Queen!"
When Salome bit down the last word 'death' heavily, Mute finally couldn't help but interrupted her.
He was startled by the strong hatred towards Troll in the Queen's words, and he couldn't understand why the Queen had such hatred for the major general.
"John, do you know... how noble blood flows from his body. But, to me, that is the poison that kills me. There is only one throne, and two people cannot sit on it."
Mute's voice seemed to calm the princess down a bit, and her slightly out-of-control expression calmed down again.
"At the beginning, I wanted to get rid of him with the help of the Marquis of Mia, but it turned out to be an opportunity for him to find out the truth, and even let the emperor know about it. It is really self-defeating."
She paused, and said something softly.
"I didn't want to implicate you at the beginning."
The princess said so lightly, and turned around. The girl standing by the window was bathed in the sunlight falling from the window. There seemed to be light spots jumping on her pure golden hair. Her posture standing in the sunlight was as proud and beautiful as ever.
Her youthful face made her look like a cardamom girl who had just grown up, but her eyes were unfathomably deep.
She stood there, like a glowing sharp blade, with the frost of the wind and snow. She is beautiful, but she is not a flower in the greenhouse, but more like a warrior who walks through the wind and frost. There was a metallic hardness in her side cheeks, and the coldness of a blade in her eyes.
And the posture in which she raises her head slightly now is like the moment when a soldier is about to draw his sword out of its sheath.
Even if she didn't say anything, even if she just stood there, Mutt could feel her decisive fighting spirit—
"I will not lose to him." The princess raised her chin slightly and said, "I will not lose to anyone."
That was the pride she radiated from her bones.
"If you don't give me the throne, I'll take it myself!"
She is the princess of the empire.
She was born for the supreme throne.
That was the whole meaning of her life.
No one can take away what is hers.
Mutt opened his mouth, but made no sound.
—You are relatives, you shed the same blood, you should not kill each other—
It seemed to be a simple sentence, but he couldn't say it anyway.
Easier said than done.
As a bystander, he who doesn't understand everything she has experienced, has no right to say such things, and no one has the right to stand on his own stand and point fingers at her under the banner of being for your own good.
Mutter knew.
"I don't want to see any of you get hurt."
The boy said, his eyes were a little sad.
So far, all he can say is his own wish. Even if he knew, his words were useless to the princess who had already decided to fight.
But he still remembered the moment when he woke up from the darkness and saw the princess for the first time. No matter what the reason was, it was an indisputable fact that the princess had protected him and sent him back to the major general.
The princess has always been very kind to him, maybe used him, but she never did anything to hurt him. When Dixing became an experimenter, with her status, she couldn't do anything, no wonder she.
He still remembers the happy smiling face of the girl who raised her face to look at him after sitting in front of the piano after stumbling and playing a piece of music, and when he left, the girl who stood alone by the piano with her back straight For some reason, the profile of the princess makes people worry.
He remembers it all.
But, that's all.
His initial throbbing originated from the heartbeat of a teenager when he saw a beautiful girl for the first time.
And that's all.
He was imprisoned in that nightmarish place, and she couldn't do anything because of her status, so he could understand and be considerate.
So he and she stop there.
Because on that day, when the young major general with dark blue pupils would rather choose to be an enemy of the entire universe and come to him, it was no longer possible for him to push away the man who held his hand.
He later thought, maybe before he knew it, he had fallen into those beautiful eyes that seemed to hold the stars and the ocean when looking at him.
He didn't want to leave that person.
"John, my war with him will not endanger you. I am fine, and he is fine. I don't want to involve you in it."
Princess Salome said, "So, you just stay here for the time being and wait until the final result comes out. No matter who the final winner is, no one will hurt you."
"...Your Excellency, although I am not smart, I am not as stupid as you think."
The boy looked up at Salome.
"If I don't have any influence, why did you ask Robin to force me here?" He said, "Because you know, I have great influence over the major general. As long as I am in your hands, the major general will be killed by you." suppress."
He believed in Princess Salome's love for him, but he also believed that the princess who loved him would never give up her desire to use him.
Using him to restrain the major general was the biggest purpose of her asking Robin to force herself here.
He has no doubts about how much the major general can do for him.
He knew very well that as long as he was controlled by the princess, the major general would undoubtedly lose in this war.
"I'm going back to the Major General."
Mutt said that there was a faint blue light burning in his pupils.
"If you want to force me to stay, then this—"
He raised his hand, and the blue-black metal ring on his wrist reflected a cold luster.
"It will tell the Major General that I am dead."
His gaze met that of Princess Salome, his dark pupils were brighter than anything else,
"I cherish my life very much, but I will never tolerate me being the blade in your hand that stabs the major general."
After looking at Mutt for a while, the princess spoke slowly.
"I asked you, if one person was destined to die, would you choose me or Troll?"
The way she looked at Mute was terrifyingly calm at this moment.
"Now you gave me the answer."
A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her lips, "You want me to die."
The corners of the raised lips were slightly twisted, revealing an indescribably strange feeling.
Salome looked at Mutt, and she said, "Let me kiss you."
The boy shook his head.
"I want to leave."
He said, looking firmly at the princess.
"Let me kiss you."
The princess repeated this sentence again, in a strange and determined tone.
It was as if she was giving an order, and the words were loud and could not be refuted.
The boy shook his head again.
He refused again, with a tough demeanor he had never seen in front of a princess.
He turned around and walked towards the door.
Behind him, Princess Salome's green eyes stared at him, like the cold vertical pupils of a snake staring at its prey in the dark.
"I'll kiss you."
The princess said so, with a proud attitude, declaring what she was bound to achieve.
...
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Let me kiss your lips, let me kiss it.
The beautiful girl confided in this way, but what she got was the hateful look from the man she admired.
No, devil's daughter, you have filthy blood in your body, stay away from me.
Let me kiss it, John, give me one of your bewitching eyes, look, I adore you so much.
No, go away, obscene girl, don't come near me!
I want to kiss it! I must kiss! You wait, I swear I will make it!
...
The dance of the seven veils.
King Herod said, as long as you dance for me, I will grant you any request.
…
On the grand banquet, under the gaze of the king, the seven layers of tulle covering the girl's alluring body peeled off layer by layer with the enchanting dance steps.
During the dancing of the gauze, the seven layers of gauze fell off, leaving only the girl's naked and beautiful body, full of extreme temptation.
King Herod rejoiced.
[Tell me your request, even if it is half of the kingdom, I will give it to you.]
The princess who danced the most beautiful and enchanting seven-layer veil dance stood naked under the moonlight, her skin was pale by the moonlight, and the surrounding lights reflected on her pale skin, as if the scorching flames of hell were on her skin combustion.
There was an incomparably scorching heat in her eyes, oozing with desperate madness.
[Please give me... the head of the prophet John.]
...
Holding the bleeding head, the girl showed a beautiful smile.
[Look, I kissed your lips.]
... ... ...
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In the dark world, Admiral Troll opened his eyes. Surrounded by smooth metal ground, extending endlessly, hidden at the end of the invisible fog.
This is the world of spiritual projection, which is the same as the projection used by those ancient earth civilization professors when they gathered, but the projection range here is slightly narrower.
Handing over the small rebellion to his subordinates, Ishtar's flagship went straight to Emperor Star, and all the fleets of the admiral's subordinates were ready to go.
Troll tried to use the information ring to contact Mute, but failed. There was a barrier blocking the signal between the information rings. He also tried to contact Salome directly, but the channel signal between him and Salome has not been connected. No matter how anxious he was, Troll forced himself to calm down. Before he got the exact news, he couldn't act rashly, even if it was for the safety of the child, he had to endure it.
Ishtar is sailing slowly in the sea of stars. Behind it, countless fleets are coming from different galaxies to join it. The sudden huge movement of Admiral Troll's fleet attracted the attention of many people. No one guessed what the reason was. Everyone was secretly observing the further development of the matter, guessing what the young admiral wanted to do. what.
Three days later, Admiral Troll suddenly received a message from Salome, telling him to see the child as soon as he entered the projection. So, he entered this world of thinking projection without hesitation.
The black-haired general walked forward, and there were layers of hazy mist in front of his eyes, making it difficult for people to see clearly ahead.
After walking for a while, Troll saw a blurry figure in front of him through the thick black mist, which made him quicken his pace again.
The fog dissipated little by little, and ahead, on the cold and smooth metal ground, an oval metal platform rose from the ground. The blond princess sat sideways on the metal platform, her long snow-white legs protruding from the gaps in the tulle, and she stepped on the ground obliquely. She leaned forward slightly, with her fingers spread out, pressing on the cold metal platform, her golden hair like a waterfall scattered on the silver-white platform.
On the platform, next to Salome, a black-haired boy lay there quietly. He closed his eyes, and his childish face looked very peaceful, as if he was in a deep sleep.
The moment he saw the child, Admiral Troll's eyes were fixed, and he was about to walk over quickly—
"do not come."
Said the princess sitting next to Mutt, her hand gently brushed the hair on the boy's cheek.
She spoke lightly, and her finger tapped a silver-white metal ring on Mutt's forehead.
"I advise you not to act rashly."
The pitch-black boots stopped halfway, and the admiral stood on the spot, looking at the young man who was clearly in front of him but couldn't take a step forward, and clenched his hand hanging by his side tightly.
The long and narrow phoenix eyes were raised upwards, his lips were as sharp as a blade, and there seemed to be a small blue flame burning deep in his pupils.
The princess gave a low laugh, she bent down, and her lips lightly touched the metal ring on Mutt's forehead.
It was as if Sleeping Beauty's spell had been undone. When she straightened her upper body, the sleeping boy opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the princess leaning over him.
The young man looked at the princess quietly, the blond hair fell on his immature face, he tilted his head slightly, his pupils were still a bit hazy, like a child. The princess looked at him and smiled at him, the atmosphere was unusually harmonious and beautiful for some reason.
"stand up."
Salome said softly.
The boy sat up slowly, still looking at Salome without blinking.
Troll's breathing stopped slightly, and he began to feel that something was wrong.
The princess sat on the silver-white platform, looked sideways at the boy, and smiled very softly.
"Good boy."
she said to the boy.
"Look, who is that?"
The boy nodded docilely, then turned his head, his gaze fell on Admiral Troll's face.
Troll's pupils contracted forcefully.
At this moment, the boy's dark pupils, which were extremely clear on weekdays, seemed to be covered with a hazy mist, empty, and Troll's face could not be reflected in those eyes.
The boy's empty eyes swept across the general's face, as if he hadn't seen anything, leaving no trace.
He lowered his head slightly, and sat quietly beside the princess, like a delicate puppet without self-awareness.
"Come down."
said the princess.
The boy obediently stepped down from the metal platform and stood beside her.
"Good boy."
The princess raised her hand, and gently grasped the boy's chin with her slender fingers.
"Who is your master?"
The boy didn't answer, he seemed to have completely lost his consciousness, his pupils were a little hazy, and he looked at the princess quietly, without the slightest expression in his eyes.
He is still alive, but it seems that there is no fresh soul belonging to a teenager in that body, just an empty shell.
"Kneel down and swear allegiance to your master."
Princess Salome whispered.
From the corner of her eyes, she glanced at Admiral Troll who was standing opposite, and the corners of her lips slightly raised.
She seemed to have thought of something suddenly, showing a happy smile. She was sitting on a silver-white metal platform, with her slender right leg slightly raised on her lap, her green eyes staring at the young man in front of her.
"Come, give your master a loyal kiss."
The young man standing there was like a soulless puppet that could be pulled by the silk thread. Just when Princess Salome gave the order, he knelt down and his left knee fell on the cold ground.
When he received the second order from the princess, he raised his head, glanced blankly at the queen, and then lowered his head without hesitation.
The moment Mute bent down, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from the side.
Those hands hugged the boy's waist, as if he wanted to lift him up before he lowered his head.
But the admiral's outstretched hand penetrated Mutt's body.
The hands that couldn't touch each other couldn't stop the boy from lowering his head.
The young man's body penetrated the general's outstretched hand, he lowered his head, closed his eyes slightly, and his slender eyelashes cast shadows on his childish face.
The shadow of pitch-black hair swayed on his side cheeks, and the silver-white metal ring on his forehead protruded from the gap in the black hair, reflecting an unusually cruel metallic luster.
The boy kneeling on one knee leaned over, and his lips lightly touched the raised snow-white ankle of the sitting princess.
Troll, who was half-kneeling beside the boy, still maintained the posture of extending his hand.
He opened his eyes and watched the scene where the child leaned over and kissed the snow-white ankle of the upper princess.
His eyes seemed to freeze for a moment.
...
"He's mine."
Those were the last words left by the princess laughing softly before she disappeared.
"You can't take him away again."
The hazy fog filled the air, making the place look even more gloomy. The cold, silver-white platform was abandoned there alone, and the two people around it had disappeared into the darkness.
It's very quiet here, so quiet that you can't even hear the sound of breathing.
There was only the admiral left here. He knelt on the ground on one knee, and his hands were still stretched out.
Fragments of jet-black hair were scattered around the corners of his eyes, and the sharp ends of the hair seemed to pierce into his eyes. The tingling sensation made his dark blue pupils tremble uncontrollably.
The general knelt there, looking at his hands.
The expression on his face was like a child who had lost everything.