The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

into the night.

At this time, Lor was wearing a black casual suit and tiptoed out of the back door of the monastery. His steps were very soft and the wooden shoes he was wearing were changed into cloth shoes.

Like he's doing something bad secretly.

Taking advantage of darkness, Lor sneaked out of the monastery and headed for the back mountain.

"Frey uses her larvae to monitor the monastery. Moth larvae cannot see in the dark, but their hearing is very sensitive. If you want to avoid them, you must not make any noise."

……

"Huh, if you set fire to the mountain, you will be in jail for life."

Lore sneaked to the edge of the fields on the back hill of the monastery and found a fluffy pile of straw in the dark.

"Crack, snap."

Two sounds of flint were heard, and sporadic flames appeared in the darkness, which were particularly conspicuous in the dark night.

Lor lit the straw pile on fire. At first the flame was small and made a crackling sound, but it soon grew bigger and bigger, with a continuous "crackling" sound. The flames dispelled the darkness of the night, shot up into the sky, and turned into wisps of green smoke that went straight up into the night sky.

Then Lor took out a small bottle of mint-smelling medicine from his arms and carefully poured a drop of purple liquid into the flame.

The flame flickered a few times, and then a pungent mint smell came to his face. Although it was only for a moment, Lor was almost choked by it.

Lor quickly covered his mouth and nose, carefully held the bottle of medicine in his hand, and crouched down to hide in a field nearby.

Gradually, in addition to the crackling sound of the burning flames, the sound of moths flapping their wings began to appear in the air.

At first there were only a few sporadic sounds, but then they gradually increased and gathered together, creating a resonance like a tidal wave.

“Wow—”

Lor raised his head carefully, and in the light of the fire he could see small black dots falling from the sky to the ground.

Those were some exploring moths that were smoked and fell directly to the ground.

Frey's figure with white moth wings appeared on the treetop not far away. She glanced at the burning straw pile below, snorted coldly, and her sapphire-like compound eyes scanned the fields below indifferently.

Almost instantly, he locked onto Lor's small figure crouching in the field.

The burning fire illuminated the surrounding scene. Lor thought he was hiding well, but when he looked down from a high place, he could see almost everything.

"Are you provoking me?"

Frey stared at Lor's figure, licked her lips slightly, and the half of her face that was not covered with moths showed an impatient and greedy smile.

The wings behind it flapped and it turned into a tide of white moths flying downwards.

"coming!"

When Lor heard the sound, he looked up and saw the white tide of moths rushing towards him. He crawled to the fire using his hands and feet and poured the medicine in his hand directly into the fire.

The flames flickered, a thick purple smoke rose from the fire, and a minty smell strong enough to suffocate filled the air in all directions.

……

“The adult is a combination of a human and a moth. It can lay eggs on its own, breed a huge number of larvae, and rely on the larvae attached to its body surface to continuously metamorphose, making it immune to almost all injuries.

"So if you want to defeat the adult, you first have to peel off the larvae from its body."

"The larvae hate the smell of mint and they are very afraid of smoke, but the adults have human intelligence and can overcome this trait."

“Both the adults and the larvae are very afraid of fire.”

……

The rich mint smell spread from the fire in all directions, and the tide of white moths began to waver, dispersing in large numbers in all directions.

Frey fell to the ground, and her clothes were covered with white moths that kept flying away. Countless moths fell directly to the ground because they could not bear the strong mint smell.

Fulei looked unhappy. As an adult, she naturally had the power to command the larvae. But when she gave the order for the larvae to return to her:

Countless moths formed wings behind her, then collapsed and flew away under the smoky scent of mint, gathered together again, and collapsed again.

Slowly, even the white mask on his face, made up of overlapping layers of moths, began to fade away like dust, revealing the originally smooth and white face underneath.

Only the pupils, which had turned into insect-like compound eyes, were still hideous and terrifying.

"Damn it..." Frey realized that something was wrong. The larvae attached to her body were fleeing at a rapid speed, which meant that the power of metamorphosis was declining.

"Ms. Yasha!"

The flames illuminated everything around, stretching the shadows of Lor and Frey very long. Before Frey could react, a dark tentacle shot out from the shadow behind her and pierced straight into Frey's body.

"Bah..."

There was the sound of a blade piercing into flesh, and Frey's eyes widened slightly as the black tentacle on her chest transformed into a blade and broke out of her body.

For the first time, Frey was unable to avoid the attack by transforming into a moth, and this time alone, the outcome was decided.

"Oh, I got you."

A hoarse, low voice with a hint of sarcasm sounded.

Countless smaller and sharper tentacles exploded from the black blade and pierced out of Frey's body like black glass fragments.

"..."

Frey spat out a mouthful of turbid blood, which was grayish white. The blood flowing from the wound on her body was also grayish white and turbid. If it was put in a bottle, Lor would recognize that this blood was the holy water that Frey asked her to drink before.

It is filled with eggs.

"...I can tell you the weakness of the adult, but you have to promise me one thing, don't kill her. Frey was just bewitched by the evil god. She was once the best child in the monastery."

……

"Stop it!"

Lor shouted in his heart, and Miss Yasha snorted coldly.

The black shadow blade was slowly pulled out of Frey's body, and even the nun's robe she was wearing outside was riddled with holes. The tentacles returned to the shadow, and Frey fell to her knees on the ground.

Lor walked closer and watched Frey coughing up turbid gray blood.

If any mortal had endured the injuries caused by Miss Yasha's black tentacles, they would have been cremated by now.

But Frey had completed the ceremony of becoming an adult after all, and the blood in her body was filled with eggs. Even with such injuries, she was still able to survive with difficulty.

"Frei...sister," Lor walked closer, and Frei raised her head with difficulty. Her face was still beautiful, but her sapphire-like eyes had turned into insect-like compound eyes.

"Ahem, ahem, Lor..." Frey looked at Lor, who was in black casual clothes in front of her. Perhaps she was a little dizzy. At this moment, looking at Lor's delicate face, which was bright and lovely under the light of the fire, Frey actually felt that the picture was beautiful beyond words.

No, maybe he is such a beautiful thing, otherwise I wouldn't be so obsessed with him.

"How I wish I could go back to the hive with you. It would be just the two of us. Ahem, we would be immortal. We would have many, many offspring. Ah, this eternal love would be so beautiful..."

Lor looked at the monster in front of him sadly. The way he expressed his love to him gradually overlapped with that of his sister Frey who took care of him in the monastery.

She used to be so gentle, why...

"Why, why would you want to become a monster even at the cost of hurting the sisters in the convent?"

Lor couldn't help but question.

"Yes, why?" Fleur laughed hoarsely, as if dying.

"Lord, I think it's probably because of love!"

"Mortal life is so short. There is no eternal life. How can I obtain eternal love..."

Footsteps were heard, and Vice President Wei Ya walked slowly towards them with her increasingly bulging belly.

"Eternal love is just a lie told by Amor, Frey, I shouldn't have let you touch that arrow."

Purple tentacles flashed by and bound Frey tightly. Weiya walked in front of Frey and gently reached out to stroke her hair.

"My child, you have gone too far. Fortunately, everything is still in time."