restless
Jesse Dylan knew very well that the moment he decided to take this human back from death, his identity would be difficult to keep. If the other party is an ignorant child, or an ignorant commoner, he can come up with countless excuses for coaxing.
Adrian Cross, on the other hand, fought as the Knight Commander of Judgment. He is probably the person in the world who is most familiar with "death" itself.
No religion, no matter how exaggerated, dares to declare openly that "our God will revive the dead".
After all, even Nemo Wright couldn't heal the human body that had begun to die gradually. That one can keep the body alive, but the thing that survives will never be the original "human being"—although his Venus star 80% doesn't know about it, but combined with "Jesse Dylan" With all the previous performances, his identity is really not too difficult to guess.
Jessie rubbed her cheeks with both hands and looked at the person standing opposite.
Adrian Cross stood upright, his black monk uniform clinging to his upper body, making him look like a pitch-black dagger nailed to the ground.
The eyes are as always, calm and serious.
"I have a question for you, Chenni." The devout believer was calling God's name, not a temptation. Adrian's tone was full of affirmation.
But the star in his mind still did not flicker.
This human is abnormal.
Jesse knew this for a long time, but now that he saw the calm Adrian, he couldn't help repeating it to himself. Out of some subtle emotion, he rescued Adrian and forced to continue this meaningless observation.
However, instead of diminishing, his frustration grew stronger.
He began to wonder what expression to use to face this human being. Having watched countless people, he even knew how to deal with the craziest, the most unreasonable. A "beautiful" face from a human perspective is his weapon, and with the right expression, he's not going anywhere.
Maybe he should sneer, show disdain and arrogance. Or maybe he should put a clean smile on his face and trick the brainless knight.
But Jessie rubbed her face for a long time, only to feel that everything suddenly became boring.
never mind.
The white mist flickered, and the beautiful youth with disheveled clothes disappeared again. The huge white beast lowered its head and looked down at the human in front of him, with no expression on its hairy face.
"Ask." He responded without emotion.
"Why?" The human raised his head, his expression still damned calm.
A simple question. Jesse let out a breath.
Why did you come, why did you come to the rescue, why did you do things that were meant to shake him... The answer was the same.
"Because of boredom," Jesse replied, lowering the gigantic beast's head even lower.
At this distance, as long as you open your mouth, you can easily bite the opponent's head, just like biting a cherry. Jesse thought casually, and the thought gave him an unconscious tinge of murder that he didn't even bother to hide.
This answer is undoubtedly cruel, and the murderous intent is obviously extreme. But Adrian didn't blink.
"I'm not the 'god' you love, and I don't love you either." After a few seconds of pause, Jesse continued. "Did I say it? Don't die easily. You didn't keep your promise, now the game is over."
The words are extremely cold, but his stars are still the same.
He couldn't calculate, couldn't speculate, couldn't see through human thoughts, and the sense of loss of control made him a little annoyed. Jesse flicked its tail—the huge white tail directly smashed the small table beside it into small pieces of wood, and the vase on the table smashed into the wood pieces and shattered into several large pieces.
The water in the bottle spread on the carpet, the thin coral red carpet gradually darkened, and the flowers and debris seemed to lie on a pool of blood.
Not annoyed or disappointed, Adrian just smiled.
"You don't love me, I know," he said, terribly calm. "I've always known. Whether it was the first encounter, Jesse the Black Badge before, or you now. But there's one thing I don't agree with."
Jesse pulled his tail back to his side, the beast's pupils slitting in the sunlight.
"You are indeed the 'God' I love."
"It's just self-righteous love. It's not what I really look like, and it's better to be an atheist... Believers who have seen my real face, no one can maintain reason at present. No matter how strong the faith, the outcome is the same." He responded indifferently.
"I see." Adrien replied calmly, and didn't even want to prove himself.
restless.
Jesse flicked her tail again, this time smashing a side window. The castle itself was high up, and the cold autumn wind suddenly poured into the room.
Adrian Cross is still the same, no matter how exaggerated he does, this human is always calm.
Perhaps things have come to the point where he should show this ignorant human being to see his true body - even if this human being is not good at enjoying, and cannot be defeated by human instinctual desires, he will always be shaken by instinctual fear.
For some reason, Jesse didn't really want to do that.
He wasted a piece of flesh and blood, and if Adrian really went crazy so quickly, it wouldn't do him any good. He tried to explain it to himself—it was supposed to be his trump card, his last resort. Before that, he still had time to find another way to make that unusual star twinkle.
He still doesn't want to admit defeat, especially to a human who has only existed for about thirty years.
The long-haired tail swept unpleasantly slowly, and the room was a mess. Adrian was still staring at him, wondering what he was thinking.
Finally, the human acted.
The former Judge Knight Commander stretched out his arms and placed his hands on either side of the long wolf-like mouth.
The action made the side of the nose itch, and Jesse wrinkled her nose in annoyance, showing her long fangs unkindly. Up to now, he is not even in the mood to maintain a human form, let alone pretend to be kind.
The maker of his frustration, the young knight, leaned forward slightly—
Not with a devotion-like devotion, nor with a fanatical obsession. Just like kissing the petals of a flower, Adrian Cross gently kissed the fangs.
Soft, warm lips brushed against the sharp-edged teeth, closing with a single touch.
"Thanks for your candor, I think you got one thing wrong."
After withdrawing his hands, the human knight said with a smile.
"It has nothing to do with your looks, character, or motives. I did ask you why, but it was a curiosity, not an expectation. I don't need anything from you, and I don't glorify any facts. I do it my way. Live as you live your way."
There is no act of prayer, no formal teaching. He just kept smiling.
"Just to confirm that you do exist—it's already a romance to me."
After speaking, he even stretched out his warm fingers and touched the cold nose of the beast, and said with a smile: "May the glory of Chenni live on forever."
There is no cure.
Just as Jesse was about to shake her head, the door was opened again, and Ann returned to the room first.
The female warrior's solemn gaze swept across the messy bedroom, turned around on the huge alien beast a few times, and finally stabbed at Adrian by the window.
"Cross," Ann pointed solemnly to the white beast. "Where did this come from—"
Looking at her mouth shape, she seemed to want to spit out the word "beast" habitually. But after not seeing her for more than a month, the Queen of Alban was obviously tortured by the etiquette training, and she swallowed the word abruptly.
"Where's Dylan, was it eaten by it?" she continued to ask seriously.
"You're so funny, lovely lady," Jesse responded dryly.
Ann took a breath.
"Come with me, Oliver will be here soon. I need someone to explain this to me first."
She glanced at the snow-white soft long hairs, stuttering her tongue.
"...I hope you don't run naked in my house now, Dylan." Ann added earnestly.
"… "
Less than ten minutes later, Oliver led the grey parrot through the door. He first turned around to thank the maid who led the way politely, closed the door of the conference room, and finally turned around.
There was a large round table in the spacious room, and the servants prepared snacks and drinks in advance. It's just that there are only two people sitting at the round table that can accommodate at least twenty people.
Except for the former knight commander who was calmly drinking tea, and the queen who was sternly ripped. The huge white beast was resting its long mouth on the wooden table, gazing at Adrian's expression for a while, and then squinting at the full tray of snacks.
Oliver couldn't mistake Jesse, for now, in his eyes, Jesse Dylan was as different from other creatures as fire and ice. So he simply nodded and placed the bagelmoru on his shoulder next to the snack tray.
"I don't like eating this."
The grey parrot finally spoke, sounding terribly frustrated.
"I like something lighter, and Wright never misplaces it."
"… sorry," Oliver muttered.
The grey parrot hung his head and walked to another plate of dim sum, and stuck his whole head in, acting like an ostrich.
"Looks like I'm the only one in the room surprised by this thing." Ann pointed to Jesse, sharply grasping the point. "I need an explanation."
"I died in the previous mission." It was Adrian who spoke first.
The former Judge Knight added some milk to his teacup, and then pushed the snack tray beside him to Jesse's mouth.
Jesse looked away and moved his mouth away.
"... This joke is not funny." Ann's expression was blank for a moment. "Cross, you're not fit to tell jokes."
"I'm not going to lie. Execution Meteor of the Rudd Cult, you should have heard of that spell."
"Execution of Meteor? 'Break the heart, only death can stop it'. Of course I know, but that can't be—"
"Jesse Dylan saved me." Adrian took a sip of his tea, sounding not in a bad mood. "In other words, Denny saved me."
He glanced at An: "It's not a metaphor, it's literally."
When Ann listened to him, he was still holding those long white hairs that felt good in his hand. As soon as she said this, she pulled her hand back with a swoosh, like teeth popping out of those hairs.
"What?" She scratched her ears.
"This is Danny."
"I see, I'm not awake yet." Ann's tone was very determined, she leaned into the back of the soft chair and raised her head. "Goodnight everybody."
Oliver forced a smile: "Ann."
"If it's a joint joke you guys made," Ann opened one eye and looked at Jesse, who rolled her tongue out for a snack. "You're all fucked up, do you hear? It's fucked up."
She tried to lighten her breath, but no one smiled apologetically, or jumped up and declared that it was just to liven up the mood. Even Bagelmore continued to bury his head in the almond biscuit, motionless.
"...Are you serious?" After a full five minutes of silence, Ann's voice trembled a little.
"Yeah." Oliver lowered his eyes. "Sorry, Ann, I've been hiding this from you. If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Cross should have just found out, and Bagelmore and I knew about it earlier. You know, it's… not very good. speak."
"Dinny." Ann looked erratically at the white beast who put his mouth on the table, "Although I don't believe in religion, it's too... I mean, even though I believe in the existence of God, but... "
She froze in shock, her expression twitching.
Oliver carefully pulled out a chair and sat down, trying not to make too much noise. Ann's mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, like a fish struggling in the desert air.
"You told Baglmore, not me."
After struggling for ten minutes, her voice became even more dazed.
"Why? I'm definitely more trustworthy than that parrot—don't deny it, since you know it, Nemo certainly knows it too. If Cross knows it too, isn't it just the two of us left in the dark?!"
"Yes, I'm sorry." Oliver did not defend himself.
"And you, Cross." Ann's tongue seemed to be out of control, and even her intonation was not very accurate, her pronunciation was like a drunkard. "If that's Danny, you... how could you be..."
"This is not the first time we met. If you are interested, I can tell you after the meeting." Adrian sighed and pushed the beast's nose away, who also approached with doubts. "I'm more concerned with other issues."
He looked at Oliver with burning eyes.
"I don't think Mr. Dylan... Denny will tell you or Mr. Wright his identity. Bagelmore is not a top-level superior demon, and it is impossible for him to find out about it. Then the two of them should find out on their own. "
Ann blinked and shook her head sharply, finally regaining some thoughts.
"And this, while sensational, is not some 'bad stuff' that we can't tell us."
Adrian's eyes grew sharper.
"Since you didn't tell us, it means that the way the two learned about it is not very convenient. Miss Savage and I are very clear about the anomaly caused by the Withering Castle. If you are the discoverer, you have not concealed our motives. Now that Mr. Wright is in the abyss, you are in such a situation..."
"I'll just ask, Mr. Ramon. Who is Nemo Wright? . . . or what?"
Oliver held his breath, and the head of the tumbleweed who insisted on staring at the teacup in front of him finally raised his face.
No hesitation, no hesitation. Oliver took a light breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was very clear.
"He is the 'Demon King' as the surface speaks."
He said in a very solemn tone.
"…and to this day, I still love him."
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Jesse: ? ? ? your attitude
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Jesse: This is the right attitude (*へ*)