Several conversations in early spring

Pareza didn't expect Hermes to push him away.Or he thought of this situation, but felt that the possibility of it happening was too small.

"You're perfunctory," Hermes said.

Pareza stared at him for a while.

"Why do you point it out?"

This sentence made Hermes unexpected.

"Why should I point it out?" Hermes opened his eyes wide. "Don't you think I'd be happy to watch your fake performance, to watch you—" He stopped suddenly.

"You have misunderstood me," Hermes continued. "I don't want you to obey me and please me. On the contrary... I should please you. I want you to feel relaxed and happy from the bottom of my heart, not because of me. Power is afraid of me... You see, I respect you, and I have never interfered with your decision."

But Pareza gave him a sarcastic smile and told him, "That's what I hate about you, Hermos. You keep saying I can ignore who you are... How is that possible? If I keep talking to you Break up, what will you do? Let me think about it...you will lose patience, just like what you said just now, you will take me away."

"That's just gibberish, and I wouldn't do that."

"Lies," Pareza said softly.Then suddenly he laughed. "But you really won't do that, because I won't make the situation that bad. You are a dragon, you can do anything if you want, and it's no good for me to really piss you off..."

"Pareza." Hermos suddenly raised his voice, "You don't understand, I love you. Before and after, I have never loved a mortal like this, and I will never again."

"You think you've given a lot," Pareza said without changing his face. "You're wrong, Hermes. You're like a spoiled child who was never taught to accept things that happen to you that you don't like." thing."

"That hasn't happened yet," Hermos whispered, "it's not like nothing happened."

"If you're talking about separation, yes. Who can abandon a pureblood dragon if he doesn't want to be abandoned?" Paresa said with a smile, "but my thoughts will never change: it's time for us to part. "

Hermes was relatively calm this time.

"Mortals are fickle," said the dragon.

Pareza narrowed her eyes.

"That's true," he replied to the dragon.Then the general said that he was sleepy, and asked them to stop talking and continue another day.

...I regret introducing you to each other.My friend, it's a pure-blood dragon, a demigod, icy Hermus, who can do to you anything he wants, and you have no recourse against him.I sincerely offer you my advice, Pareza, take this opportunity to sever your friendship, cut off your ties, and nip everything in the bud.Take another wife as soon as possible.

Bermont

The Earl of Hesselburg put down the letter.He sat in his study, looking out the window at the new shoots on the branches.The earl is an insignificant little nobleman in Reynosis, with the long hair common to nobles, and wearing a simple gray silk dress.

Not long after, Pareza looked away, pulled out a piece of letter paper, and began to write:

Dear Master of the White Tower:

My wisest friend, your advice is sound, but ruthless.I fell in love with him, and the feeling grew stronger every time I didn't see him.For a long time, I thought, it would not go away on its own, and would torment me more horribly.Just imagining it makes me unbearable.

He's a dragon, which is why I'm obsessed with him.God has revealed to you that I was meant to be in love with him and he was meant to be in love with me.Now that this is happening, no one can stop it.And I'm ready.Everything has a price, and I thought about what my price would be, and decided it was worth it.

help me.Persuading Hermus to visit me, I miss his voice and eyes.

Paresa

Pareza rested her chin on one hand, and turned her head to look at the newly blooming green branches outside the window.

"If your long hair is still there," the mage interrupted his contemplation, "I will feel that time has flowed back and let me go back to the past."

The general smiled at the old friend's words.

"Do you think this is the best way?" the mage asked again.

"I don't know," Pareza answered him.

The expression of comfort and happiness left Bermont's face.

"I don't know who I should feel sorry for," Bermont said.

"Then think we both deserve it," Pareza replied.

The mage was silent for a moment.

"It was my fault," he said.

"No. You warned me."

"I understand your feelings," the mage shook his head, "and thought it needed to be satisfied. So I helped you. It was wrong."

"I appreciate you making mistakes for me, my friend. We did have a good time thanks to you," Pareza said.He couldn't help but said again: "I really thought I could bear a dragon. Actually, if I remained just an insignificant person, I could indeed bear him." He watched the mage's expression seriously.

"Who would have expected the present situation?" Pareza added.

Bermont didn't answer him.He asked another question.

"Can't we just talk about it?"

Pareza let out a sharp sneer.

"I can't bear to talk to him anymore, and every time, the tone of his voice disgusts me, the contempt in his eyes makes me sick. What I value more than my life is ridiculous to him - no, he doesn't at all I don’t know what it is, he’s not interested in it all. So he repeats it over and over again... When he didn’t realize it, he reminded me that my attachment was ridiculous in his eyes, reminded me that I gave Reminding me that my successes are failures and my decisions are mistakes," Paresa spoke faster and faster, frowning, as if he didn't want to say it but forced himself to say it, "he And reminded me how much he was hurt by my choice, that I was wasting my life and time for a cause that wasn't worth it. He had to respect my choice, even though he disapproved of it, because he—” He suddenly raised his hand to cover it Eyes, "Damn!"

When he put his hand down, his face returned to a look of indifference and sarcasm.

"It would be nice if we didn't speak the language," he said, "so that I can continue to have a crush on him without being annoyed by him."

The two old friends laughed at the same time, as if Pasare had just told a bad joke.Then neither of them spoke.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was pushed open.Hermes strode in.He covered up the color of his hair and eyes, and his attire changed to that of a ranger: leather armor, boots, a black cloak, and a short knife pinned to his waist.Pareza had given the order before, so the ranger had a smooth journey.As soon as the door was closed, he couldn't wait to return to his original appearance, his clothes and hair were so white that they seemed to glow, and his pair of golden pupils were burning.Long pursed his lips and watched Pareza, who looked at him calmly.After a while, Hermes looked away and looked at the mage in the dark blue robe.

"Albert." He greeted with a forced smile.

"You were on time," Bermont told him.The dragon always used to call him by his original name, and the mage didn't care about him after reminding him once that it didn't work.

"I thought you wouldn't come here yourself," said Hermes.He saw the mage put on an expression of surprise.

"How come? I still want to draw a magic circle for you."

Hermes sneered.

"I haven't agreed yet."

"Why not?" It was Pareza who spoke.

Hermes turned his gaze to him.

"Oh?" said the dragon, "why should I agree, and what good would it do me—to use my own strength to make a vow that binds me, and prevents me from setting foot in or flying over the fertile land for five years? above?"

Pareza slowly raised the corner of her mouth.

"Little goodbye is better than newlyweds, my dear."

"Baby?" Hermes repeated the word mockingly.He came up to Pareza, bent down, and leaned his arms on the arms of the chair.The tip of his nose almost touched Pareza's.

"Why do I feel that if I don't see you for five years," his eyes became terrifying, "when I see you again in five years, you will already have someone else."

Paresa looked at the dragon's golden pupils without blinking.

"What does that matter?" He leaned back in the chair, distanced himself from Hermos, and said lazily, "No matter who I fall in love with again, you can make him or her disappear, and then..."

"I made a wrong decision about your wife," Long interrupted him. "Just one mistake is enough. I won't make another one."

Hermos looked a bit pained, but that didn't impress Pareza.

"Faltina has never had anything to do with you," Pareza said deadpan. "I solemnly declare: don't let me hear you mention her again."

Dragon closed his eyes.

"I knew..." He couldn't finish his sentence.The mage beside him coughed abruptly, which was a hint, so Long swallowed back the second half of the sentence.

"Hermos," said the mage to the dragon, "that's where your seat is actually."

But Hermes didn't move.Pareza looked at the dragon with a half-smile.

"Hermus," the mage repeated, "there is your seat." Bermont's expression was calm, and it seemed that if Hermus did not move again, he would repeat his words patiently until the dragon moved. until.

"I just want to love you. Like a dragon loves a dragon, or like a mortal loves a mortal." Hermes said suddenly, "You think I'll bind you, but I don't want to, even if I could. Can't you see? I've done my best. I'm obeying you. I'm pleasing you. I'm serving you. Come and go. Dragons are arrogant, but for you I've given up on me arrogance. I do so voluntarily, I am glad to be so..."

"But I despise your sacrifices. I'm tired of a dragon that lowers its noble head for me," Paresa said in a cold tone, in stark contrast to the dragon. "I'm such a scum."

Then he suddenly raised his hand and clamped the dragon's jaw.

"How touching your words sound," the general said with a murderous smile, "and how hypocritical it disgusts me—why do you always have to be so dishonest? Your arrogance keeps you from facing what in yourself?"

"Pareza!" Bermont yelled.

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