Pastor's Tantra

When Aiwass woke up, she realized that she was lying in Miss Bayard's arms.

Their postures were odd.

Bayard took off his shoes and lay down on the soft bench in the private room of the tavern, leaning his back against the cold wall. The Shadow Demon has returned to Aiwasth's shadow.

Aiwass was lying in her arms like a rag doll, with one of her hands tightly holding her slender waist, and the back of his head was resting on Miss Bayard's chest. Bayard also folded his outer leg and bent his knees slightly to block the girl lying on top of him. To prevent Aiwass from falling asleep, he just grunted and rolled down.

Although the Moon Child can be considered a corpse that has been resurrected from the dead, it is not an undead after all. Unlike Shadow Demon's touch, which was as cold and biting as winter iron, Bayard's body was very warm.

At this moment, Bayard closed his eyes and breathed calmly. She gently sniffed the aroma of Aiwass's hair...it was the refreshing scent of the citrus-scented shampoo used in Arc Moon Manor.

It is said that citrus can induce the appetite of Moon Children, so this is probably an appetizing design.

Sensing the change in Aiwass's breathing, Bayard immediately opened his eyes: "Are you awake?"

"...Why did I fall asleep?"

Aiwass had just woken up and was still a little confused.

This body is really too weak. Not only is he weak, but his body may also have some problems. Aiwass was still unable to use the Fire Sacrifice Technique to recover... This gave her a headache that she hadn't experienced in a long time after waking up.

It may be that you caught a cold, or it may be that you have eaten a full meal for a long time and put too much burden on your body.

"...Are you broken?"

Bayard was a little surprised: "Can you break the pieces even if you drink beer? Or is it because you are too full after drinking the broth?"

Now that Aiwass is trying to remember, he really can't remember exactly when he fell asleep.

The last memory left in her mind was Miss Bayard revealing her identity and sighing sadly, "Fortunately none of this is true."

This made Aiwass raise his head attentively and subconsciously touch upwards. Bayard subconsciously tilted his head back, trying to avoid Aiwass's touch. But she quickly reacted and lowered her head slightly, allowing Aiwass to touch her face more easily.

"I will remember you."

Aiwass replied seriously: "Not just Miss Bayard, nor just my Shadow Demon...but a unique one.

"If so, you are not just an afterimage, a fictional puppet. You will be in contact with me and be remembered by me like everyone else."

Hearing this, Bayard was slightly stunned.

She laughed helplessly: "Sure enough, you are indeed broken."

"……What?"

"You have just said these words once."

Bayard chuckled softly, picked up Aiwass, sat on her side and put her shoes back on: "But again, I won't get tired of hearing it."

With that said, she also put on her shoes.

Then he rubbed Aiwass's face vigorously to wake her up. Amidst her angry shouts of "Don't pinch my face just after putting on your shoes", she showed a wicked smile and laughed heartily.

She stretched out her hand towards Aiwass: "Do you still want to go shopping? At night in this era... It is almost three o'clock in the morning, but there should be some places to play. Even if it is fake, it can bring people' A beautiful experience. This is probably why Twin Mirror pursues perfection."

Pursue perfection...

Aiwass smiled when he heard this.

That Amber is the "God of Perfect Eternity".

"Then is there somewhere you want to take me to?"

Aiwass put his hand up and asked.

Bayard thought for a while, lowered his head and smiled: "It should be gone. The place I want to bring you most is here."

"Then let's go back."

"good."

Bayard nodded slightly.

The brief fate of this encounter has come to an end.

When they first met, the coldness and arrogance on her face had disappeared. Her brows are no longer always furrowed, and her brows no longer hold contempt and scrutiny of others.

Today, Bayard is more like a young and ordinary girl than the famous rich man in the empire and the sole controller of Bayard Investment Group.

——Those false things will one day disappear like smoke. They are neither beautiful nor timeless.

At that time, the only thing left... is the mark you leave on others.

If there is anything that is the only real thing in this false world, it is probably these marks. And among all the marks, only love and hope remain eternal.

For "Bayard" who abandoned her life to survive, all she can leave behind are traces of "love".

Remember me...Aiwass. If so, I can survive.

Bayard thought of her real name in his mind. That was the real name that the girl said just after she was drunk.

Since you are as strong as you, but you are also worried about whether you are fake...then I will become stronger.

Oh, only by seeing others in more pain than yourself can you relieve your depression. Such despicable and cowardly person is worthy of me.

Bayard smiled self-deprecatingly and held Aiwass's hand tightly. It's like holding Aiwass's shadow.

And at this moment, on the other side.

A little girl with silver-white hair was holding her waist and staggering forward in the secret passage.

That is the philosopher.

She had a gloomy face, and the strong murderous intention suppressed her mood, making it almost impossible for the blue light belonging to the path of wisdom in her eyes to light up - the path of wisdom is a path that can only be fully resonated by maintaining absolute rationality, and at this moment she obviously does not Belongs to this.

She wasted too much time trying to figure out where the secret passage was. Even so, she still couldn't find where her two teammates were - they seemed to have suddenly disappeared.

He couldn't have been killed, the philosopher thought maliciously.

She had just witnessed a dismemberment. The young man who was dismembered seemed to be the Forge Lady.

She is a decent person who cannot accept this evil and depraved ritual. She has a noble status and is unwilling to lower herself to play her role, so she directly cursed. And this energetic behavior aroused the interest of the Moon Children... After a simple hunt, he became the "protagonist" of the banquet.

The philosopher's main job is to be a demonologist, so he certainly won't feel uncomfortable. But when she realized that the Moon Child could eat people in addition to sucking blood, she was horrified and truly realized the danger of this ritual.

The young man's eyeballs became snacks, while the liver was cut and plated. He was auctioned at a high price and served as the main meal of the banquet, which brought the atmosphere to a climax.

But the philosopher knew that the children of the moon did not need to eat people to survive. This is just atrocities driven by the interests of those monsters.

Even a demonologist would not commit such an evil act easily. Although demonologists also kill people, steal corpses, execute people, and even torture living people, their purpose is ultimately to obtain ritual materials. It is true that some rituals require the corpses of human beings who died in agony, and some materials are inherently evil.

But the demonologists have a purpose after all... but the children of the moon are just spreading unbridled malice.

——Even demonologists think you are too extreme!

She really couldn't join up with her teammates... Forced to do so, she had no choice but to enter the "private room" on her own. In order to facilitate her escape, she chose a room that was remote enough and close to the end.

As a result, her body was almost in tatters.

This disgusted her to the point of rage - those despicable, disgusting, terrible monsters, how dare they do this to me! Do you know what I am, a stupid scumbag!

And she felt that the Iris people were so disgusting just thinking about the fact that this kind of depraved monster accounted for nearly half of the votes in the Iris Kingdom's Council of Lords.

She couldn't help but cough as she thought she was out of breath.

And she coughed up blood foam and spit out bloody sputum - which was proof that she almost died in that room.

——When I go back, I have to further increase the pressure on Iris.

No, we have to find a way to start a war with the iris!

Get rid of the children of the moon!

A race that is so disgusting does not deserve to exist in this world!

The lieutenant general of the army and the philosopher as an earl thought bitterly.

update completed! An update of nearly 8,000 words!

I will post it after I finish writing it tomorrow, and let the cat sleep and wake up naturally in the morning... So there shouldn't be an update at twelve o'clock, but there should be three chapters out at six o'clock in the evening!

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