How to become a sea witch

Meeting with a clear purpose is a complicated thing.

You need to think up a set of rhetoric without obvious logical loopholes in advance, guess possible arguments based on the other party’s personality, think clearly about how to carry out a strong attack after discovering the opponent’s weakness, and what you can do when necessary concession.

But there is one situation that is more difficult to deal with than this.

That is when the other party just wants to see you,? But without any reason.

You don't know what's going to happen next, you don't know what to do, and you can't come up with a response strategy that makes you feel safe.All you can do is follow the pace of the other party and stumble forward,? Maybe you will be terrified and confused from the beginning to the end.

And this is how Bernice has always felt when facing Thiago alone.

Of course, after going through... all kinds of incidents some time ago, those panic and bewildered emotions have actually almost subsided.

It's just,? She's still not very good at facing.

Standing not far from the spacious palace made of ice and silver like countless moonlights, Bernice hesitated a little, not sure if she could really be of any help by doing so.The only topic she can think of now is the conversation with Grendel in the detention room just now, and the speculation she thought of from it.

But discussing these things when the other party's condition is not very good, it seems too inappropriate.

Chao Ling at the side seemed to see what she was thinking, so he took the initiative to explain: "Actually, you can go to accompany His Majesty to make him very happy, and nothing else matters."

Her words made Bernice blink unnaturally, and at the same time as her heart moved slightly, a very clear cognition suddenly appeared in her mind:

Maybe apart from Thiago, no one in this world will regard her appearance and existence as something to be happy about.

only……

Bernice swam to the gate of the palace, and after watching the totem of the sea god spin around, the originally closed frost-white gate automatically opened to her immediately.The almost silent sigh quickly disappeared into the bottom of the sea together with a series of small transparent water bubbles that were rolled up.

It's just,? Things that are too beautiful are not easy to appear real enough.And she always felt that it was incredible to have emotions for a specific creature with Thiago's way of thinking about everything in the world.

What's more, that creature was...herself.

Sliding into the palace following the thrust of the water, Bernice was led by Chao Ling to Thiago's resting room.Everything inside looked familiar, it was the place where she was once drunk from eating too much ice cream and found herself after waking up.

Through Chao Ling's slightly shiny transparent body, she saw that Thiago should be resting on the head of the bed with his eyes closed.The delicate and soft water patterned gauze hangs around the snow-white bedposts carved from whale bones. It can be vaguely seen that he is only wearing a thin singlet, and his long platinum-blond hair hangs unrestrainedly, as if at dawn The hazy light that melts in the sea water.

Hearing the sound of opening the door and Chao Ling's greeting, he didn't look up, but still rubbed his fingertips on the faintly painful forehead, and said in a flat tone: "She doesn't want to come, does she? It's okay, you don't have to keep watch." I'm here, I'll be alone."

His seemingly expected reaction made Bernice feel inexplicably guilty.

"Ah, that..." As soon as she opened her mouth, before she could say anything meaningful, the other party quickly turned her head in her direction.

The watery veil in front of her slid away soundlessly. When she saw Thiago's expression, she was stunned for a moment, and then a warm and sincere joy appeared in her eyes. Her voice, which was as thin as snow just now, melted into a warm Water: "You thought you wouldn't come."

As he spoke, he motioned to Chao Ling briefly, then patted the place next to him in a natural motion, fixed his eyes on her, as if signaling her to sit over.

Bernice looked at other places in the room, and found that the only bench was placed far away, and it was still facing the direction where Tiago was. It was obviously inappropriate to sit there. , so he could only choose to sit on the edge of the post near the end of the bed as a compromise: "Chao Ling said that your condition is not very good, is it because the impact caused by Yemengard this time is too serious?"

He nodded, the exhaustion in his expression was so obvious, and his whole person seemed to be too sickly weak: "In order to stabilize his state as much as possible, I will buy more time to stay in the new world. I will At present, most of the divine power has been integrated back into the main body, so I feel a little powerless."

"Is there anything unresolved in the new world?" Bernice asked, but she always felt that it would not be about the aftermath of the evacuation.He doesn't need to worry about those at all, the security office and the observation center will handle them seamlessly.

"Didn't you find out who the devil pretending to be you?"

Thiago smiled: "I promised you that I will solve this matter with you. But you just saw that I was looking for you, why did you leave?"

It's fine if he doesn't say anything, but as soon as Bernice mentioned this, she couldn't help but think of the shocking scene where the whole world was almost about to shatter before her eyes.There is also that sudden, strong sense of loss that seems to never reach the other party.

This is an obvious objective fact, and Bernice didn't just realize it today, but she has never had this inexplicable feeling like just now.

She subconsciously resisted such a change, but she couldn't completely erase it from her heart no matter what. She didn't even notice that the tone of her speech had a hint of anger unknowingly, and she thought she explained it decently: "Anyway The matter is over, and it is useless for me to stay there, if I leave, everyone should be happier."

"What about me?" Tiago asked softly.

The endless questions made Bernice unable to react for a while: "What?"

"You think they'll only be happy if you're gone. How do I feel?"

He stared at the other party without changing his expression, and the shining silver water light above his head left shallow and narrow shadows on his face.The light patterns changed, and those blue eyes, which were already clear to the bottom, became more and more transparent, as if they could see through her tightly closed shell and directly touch her soul.

"You knew that you were the first thing I wanted to find at that time, but you took care of the feelings of some irrelevant creatures, so you ignored me and left."

Bernice opened her mouth, but didn't answer.Did he just directly classify the angels present and even other sea tribes as "irrelevant creatures"?She wasn't sure if she should doubt her hearing.

"Do you care about their feelings?" Thiago asked calmly, without any explicit emotion.But Bernice still hears his subtext—does she care more than how he feels?

She grabbed the corner of her skirt, and her glib skills, which she has always been proud of, finally stayed connected for a long time, so she quickly responded: "I don't care too much, after all, they don't want to see me, so why should I take care of them like this?" How do you feel? I'm not a good jellyfish with a good heart."

It's really interesting, thinking that when she was just released from prison, she tried her best to affix the label of being bright, righteous and repentant all day long, but now she is a werewolf who blew herself up.

"That's why I left at that time, in fact, it was because of..." Halfway through her speech, she met Tiago's gaze, and the beautiful words that had already come to her mouth suddenly got stuck, and she hesitated several times before finally speaking, Still with an unconcealable guilty conscience, "For, for your own good. Think back, when you were at the Meteorological Bureau in the morning, there were not many angels who saw it... Well, in short, they seemed to be really frightened. Of course I don't care, I..."

After cautiously filtering out words like "it's too late to be happy" that sounded good but were really not convincing, Bernice went on to say, "I'm just worried that this will not be good for you."

"Will this be bad for me?" Thiago repeated her words slowly, looking as if he was thinking seriously.

Bernice seized the opportunity to further argue to the other party: "Yes, I will definitely! I am the sea witch who hates fish the most, if other sea people see... er, whatever, then I will definitely It will have an impact on you. Even if they don’t say anything, they will still have doubts, and it will even damage the image of Sea God as supreme in their hearts. So I think it’s better for me to walk away at that time.”

After finishing speaking, she also reviewed herself, and felt that she had barely performed normally just now, which was pretty good.

After listening to her words, Tiago also hung up a gentle and harmless smile again, but what he said was: "Is this so? Since there is no one else now, I don't worry about being seen, Why are you still so far away from me?"

"...Is it far?" Bernice controlled her wandering eyes and tried to maintain her superficial composure, but she felt that her back was almost touching the cold and hard whalebone bedpost.

He smiled faintly on his face, but sighed, and no longer played any debate games with her, but only raised his hand towards her, as if inviting, with an obvious purpose.

Rationally, Bernice felt that she should immediately make up an ingenious reason to prevaricate the other party, and then take the opportunity to change the subject.But in fact, after being stiff for a moment, she unexpectedly stretched out her hand slowly.

His body temperature was obviously lower than before, and when his fingers were intertwined, he seemed to be holding some kind of flower blooming in the cold mist.

In the next second, Bernice was lightly brought into his arms by the other party, and bumped into the fresh breath that filled his arms.Floating in the line of sight are their entangled hair strands, platinum and pure black, distinct but indistinct.

Bowing his head into the tender neck of the sea witch in his arms, Tiago finally let out a sigh of satisfaction, and the blisters he brought up floated up and brushed against Bernice's face, like a kiss like a dragonfly on water.

Aware of the stiffness of the other party's body, Thiago did not let go, but pressed her harder into his arms, tilted his head and kissed her beautifully shaped collarbone, and slid his fingers along the line of her arm all the way to the quilt. The slender waist outlined by the belt gently comforted: "I won't bite you, don't be nervous."

Bernice pursed her lips, wanting to explain that this was beyond her control.It's hard to tell whether this nervousness is caused by her own emotions, or whether as a demon, but being embraced so intimately by a god, the biological instinct brought about by the natural racial suppression is more .

In short, she feels very unnatural now, and her heartbeat is abnormally violent.

"Where did you go just now?" Tiago asked while looking up, brushing away her hair, pecking her small earlobe with his lips, watching it immediately start to glow pink, and he felt much better all of a sudden .

"Shut up, the detention room." Bernice wanted to try not to make her trembling feel so obvious, but it was really difficult to do so.His breath mixed with water brushed against her cochlea, bringing itching and heat. She wanted to move away, but her waist and legs were held by the other party, so she couldn't move.

After pausing for half a second, Thiago looked up and saw that she was hastily looking away, trying to cover up all the disturbed emotions, but such a deliberate dodge made her reveal her flaws.

Fortunately, he didn't point it out. Instead, he touched her with the tip of his nose very affectionately: "Have you gone to see him?"

Bernice nodded, and told the other party the information she got from Grendel and her guess about the identity of the imposter.As she spoke, her face became a little heavy, and her brows were frowned, as if she had mentioned a nightmare that she hated especially but was also afraid of.

"So, do you think it could be her?"

Thiago held her hair and played with it for a while, and after careful consideration, he gave his own judgment: "I don't think it should be her."

"really?"

She didn't ask why, but used a proving "really?" Maybe she felt that the negative answer from the other party would make her feel at ease, telling her that she no longer had to face the fear she once had.

Seeing her worry, Tiago raised Bernice's face, lowered his head and kissed her lips, stroked her cheek with his fingertips, and patiently explained: "I was the one who killed her, you forgot Is it? So I know very well that she has no chance of surviving at all. Moreover, the blood curse brought by the magic power of the sea witch cannot be reversed by any means, except the heart of the ocean. In addition, she has inherited all You are the one with the magic power, even if she is still alive, she is just a cripple with no magic power, and it is impossible to hurt you again."

What he said, Bernice had actually thought about it.But the strange thing is, the same words, after he said them, inexplicably made her feel at ease.Instead, what became more presumptuous was another kind of palpitation, a strange itching rising from the places he had touched intimately, even the sea water was hot.

"However, if Ursula really wants to pretend to be you to snatch the heart of the ocean." Tiago said, smiling brightly, taking advantage of the moment when the girl in her arms was in a daze, she pressed her wet red lips again , sighed vaguely, "Then she really found the right way..."

Bernice opened her eyes slightly, and instinctively wanted to say something, but was invaded by him, unable to sob a complete sentence.A sharp tremor came from the side of her waist that was being pinched by him. She subconsciously wanted to shrink her body, but was restrained by the warm and cool palm clasped at the bend of her leg. Inside the edge of the skirt, hovering slowly on the final boundary between a gentleman and a gentleman.

Full of patient consideration and arrogance that cannot be resisted.

"Ugh—cough cough...don't, don't do that." Bernice pushed up his shoulders, the silk clothing under her palm was nothing, she could feel his slightly warmer body temperature than before without hindrance, and Much tighter muscle lines than hers.

After a while, Thiago finally let go of the other party, but locked her in his arms even harder, lowered his head and let out a deep breath in her ear, the blue on the irises was not as clear as before, but a A deep darkness mixed with strong emotions.

He brushed away Bernice's tousled long hair, paused for a while before speaking again, his voice was soft, with a mermaid's unique, a kind of unconscious soft temptation: "Do you believe me?"

Instead of making a quick statement as perfunctory in the past, Bernice finally nodded slowly after a few seconds of silence.

Thiago saw her seriousness, pressed against her forehead, and continued word by word: "Then, I assure you. As long as you need, I will always be where you can get, standing with you Together."

Such a calm and sincere expression was no different from the one he had when he said the oath at the previous absurd wedding.

For a moment, Bernice seemed to understand why those creatures who came to Ursula to make deals were all obsessed with obsession.It made her feel extremely insecure, because now she could actually empathize with such a terrible feeling.

But at the same time, the scene just now flashed in her mind uncontrollably:

The world was fragmented, and he crossed over with the posture of a god, as if he had crossed a field of residual flowers without any disturbance.

Bernice looked at the other party, her expression contained bewilderment, hesitation, and hesitation.The hand that was pushing on Tiago's shoulder unconsciously wrinkled his shirt, and he couldn't say anything after opening and closing his lips several times.

Silence spreads on the bottom of the sea, everything is silent, only the water ripples reflected in the surroundings are still silently changing, together with time, become the only living existence here.

"You seem to have something to say." Thiago stroked her slightly thin back.

"Hmm...but nothing meaningful."

"It doesn't matter if it makes sense or sounds nice, as long as it's what you really want to say, Bernice. I want to hear what you really think."

His encouragement was so provocative that after repeated hesitation, Bernice finally opened her mouth tentatively: "When you confronted Yermungard just now, for a moment, I thought everything was going to be destroyed. .”

Even wind and light are no exception.

"Well, there is indeed such a risk." Thiago nodded, and then explained, "After all, Yemengarde exists, and I..."

Speaking of which, he didn't know what he was thinking about, so he didn't go on, just summed up lightly: "I, he and Oggsge are all born from the same source, so once there is a confrontation, it is inevitable that there will be a confrontation." Things around you have some influence."

Again.

It was that attitude and feeling again.

At that time everything was on the verge of annihilation.

But in his mouth, it became just "some influence", as if this was a very normal thing.This overly calm indifference made Bernice feel powerless and fearful.

"But you have this."

While talking, Thiago nodded the ice-blue fish scale on her neck, and smiled slightly: "So you will be fine."

"I... know." Bernice withdrew her hand holding his clothes, and wanted to leave his arms, but the other party immediately noticed, and immediately tightened her arms, and the two leaned closer together more ambiguously.

"You're not very happy." He blinked his blue eyes, carefully looked at Bernice's expression, and a little puzzled surfaced in his expression, "Can you tell me why?"

After another period of silence, she finally spoke with difficulty: "If, I mean if..."

"Well, I'm listening."

"If... at that time, Yemengard's reaction became stronger, or, for some other reason, he lost control. Will all existence in this world disappear?"

"Theoretically, that's the case." Thiago replied without hesitation, still keeping his eyes on her.

"I guess so," Bernice said to herself, and then asked, "would you be sad if that were the case?"

This time, instead of answering right away, Thiago paused for a moment before answering: "No."

"Actually, I don't think I'll feel anything. If I had to say it, it would be a bit of a pity."

He said: "I guess this is not the answer you want, but I promised not to lie to you, so I gave my most honest answer. But, I don't understand."

"Why do you feel unhappy because of this?" He looked really confused, under that innocent and soft expression, it was a kind of unconscious cruelty, "Does my attitude towards other creatures matter? To me, none of them are you."

His answer made Bernice feel a vague sense of suffocation in her chest, and she was about to break out and writhe.

"But I am also an existence in the 'world', no different from other 'existences'."

She muttered to herself, her expression seemed a little empty: "Their disappearance is nothing to you, and even regrets are just a possibility, which is understandable, after all, you are the supreme sea god."

"It's like human beings grow flowers, like a certain scenery, get close to their pets, and do many things for them. Even if they die, human beings will feel sad and regretful. But..."

But these things, whether they are alive or not, are always not equal to human beings.

And this kind of inequality is destined to make it difficult for human beings to truly fall in love with these things.

They can all be replaced, forgotten, or even abandoned without the ability to fight.

What's more, for Thiago, there is no such close relationship between him and everything.

Thinking of this, Bernice slowly moved her gaze, forcing herself to meet his eyes, and forcing herself to finish her last words.

Such a reckless attitude, she would not dare to think about it normally.

But now, she seemed to be making the last struggle, trying to save herself.

"Your world is quite different from ours, Your Majesty."

So he is also doomed not to have the same feelings as the creatures in the world, maybe he can't even understand, but he just behaves so persistently towards her, which is ridiculous no matter how you look at it.

The contradictions and complexities, ruthlessness and affection that he presented seemed to be divided, which made Bernice feel incomprehensible and even more creepy.

The scariest thing is...

She seems—maybe only a little bit, but it is real—is attracted by this kind of indistinguishable emotion, and is even about to fall into it.

But what if he just wants to raise a flower?

Thiago understood what she meant, but didn't immediately refute. He only touched her face lightly, and after a long silence he replied: "But Bernice, no matter how many things are actually the same thing in essence. , people will always have their own likes and dislikes.”

"And I happen to only prefer you."

Bernice felt herself tremble slightly.

She suppressed the throbbing in her heart that was about to burst out, her eyes flickered, and she answered as normal as possible: "I don't quite understand. Why me?"

"So that's what you really want to ask, right?" Tiago smiled with a low eyebrow, cupped her face in both hands, and kissed her brow lightly, "It's a pity that I can't answer you now. So , promise me, when you return to the original world and see me again, you must ask me this question."

see you again...

It should refer to him after awakening from the state of full godhead, right?

"Can't we talk now?" Bernice couldn't help asking.

"I wish I could say it now, but I can't."

"……why?"

He sighed: "My current state is just a split body, and I don't have all my own memories, so I have nothing to do."

Bernice was a little taken aback by this.Could it be that when she first got out of prison and saw the other party, what he said about her being separated and therefore incomplete in memory, wasn't actually lying to her?

"Then, the ones... in the magic mirror are all the memories you have, right?"

"more or less."

He replied, "When I opened my eyes, there were actually only two things that impressed me the most."

"Pick you up and leave the Fallen Sin Garden. And..."

"I love you."

Bernice choked for breath, and suddenly a faint, hallucinatory voice came from her ear.

It was as if the glacier melted and everything bloomed.

It is the sound of countless lives rising from the ashes.

She stared blankly at Tiago, remembering that every time Ursula met those creatures who came to her to make a deal with their lives, just for the "true love" that could not be seen, touched or eaten. Sometimes, he would always say to Bernice with a proud face and a very vicious tone,

"It's a sure deal. She's done."

What a terrible sentence.

She is finished.

Bernice closed her eyes and let the other party hold her in her arms again. The palm of her hand gently slid across her long hair, touched her shoulder, and came all the way to her hand, holding her tightly.

She struggled, as if she wanted to get rid of it subconsciously, but after hesitating for a long time, she only slowly turned her palm over, catering to his temptation to interlock her fingers.

Is it right to do this?

Can she continue to acquiesce?

If in the future, all these things come to naught, and he finally returns to being a god who stands above him and doesn't care about everything in the world, will she still be as unmoved as before, and even breathe a sigh of relief?

Could it be that all of this is actually just a dream that fate gave her briefly before pushing her into an even worse abyss again?

She didn't know, she just felt that this constant tearing back and forth between reason and another strange emotion made her a little tired.

Curled up in Thiago's arms, embraced by him with great cherishment, the tiredness and anxiety accumulated hundreds of years ago suddenly flooded towards her like an avalanche.

so be it.

Bernice thought lazily, the worst would be to pay off everything she owed him, and she should think about it.

"Bernice." Tiago called her softly.

"Ok?"

"Don't leave me, okay?"

Her eyelashes trembled, she didn't look at him, her lips were also pursed, and she only uttered a short syllable: "...um."

"Everything you want to do, wherever you want to go, take me with you, okay?"

He still remembered that when he saw Bernice and the flame dragon in Kimberly Town, Bernice had promised to live with the dragon.

Whatever the reason, that made him jealous.

"Ah."

Bernice responded again, the subtle sound was like the wings of a butterfly fluttering at will, but it caused a deep shock in Thiago's hearing, and even the lingering sound in his heart was full of joy.

"Bernese." As if he couldn't bear to disturb this moment, his voice became softer, "Let's start now, shall we?"

Silent and silent.

Bernice opened her eyes, tilted her head and buried her face between the other's clothes and light blonde long hair, hiding all expressions, and silently admonished herself.

Just this time.

She knew that there might be an abyss ahead, but she still wanted to take a gamble.

Just this one time.

"Okay," Bernice finally replied.

……

When the news came, several angels who were ordered to set off to find the university teacher named "Matthew Miller" that Grendel said had just set off.

The sky hadn't completely brightened yet, and the gray and muddy light was sticky everywhere. A heavy rain was brewing in the distant clouds, and the air was hot and humid.

After Troy folded his wings and landed, he rushed into Gabriel's office almost without breathing.

Facing the slightly questioning eyes of the other party, he wiped off the water stains on his face when he just passed through the clouds, and his curly hair shrugged messily: "Sir, Grendel is dead."

Gabriel was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "What's going on?"

He scratched his head anxiously, as if he was struggling to explain: "It happened around two in the morning. Although the all-seeing eye has seen everything, it's just..." "Just what?"

"This, this... I think it's better for you to go and see for yourself."

Facing the drizzle that had gradually begun to gather outside, Gabriel and Troy quickly came to the control center of the detention room, and saw that the faces of the angels who had been waiting there were not very good.

He walked to the edge of the crystal pool, and saw that the picture recorded by the all-seeing eye was slowly unfolding in the pool:

At first, everything works fine.

Probably after Yemengard calmed down, Bernice's figure appeared on the screen.

She came to the forbidden room where Grendel was held, talked with him for about half an hour, and then left.

Next came the angels on routine inspections.

It seems that nothing is wrong.

In the early hours of the morning, another familiar figure appeared on the screen.

It's Bernice.

From the moment she entered the detention room, she stopped and searched room by room until she came to the room where Grendel was being locked up.

Their conversation was initially peaceful, but at one point Bernice seemed irritated by him.Emerald green boiling magic flames burned from under her feet, breaking the blockade of the detention room.

Then Gabriel saw her walk in, a sharp and slender weapon appeared in her hand, and it went straight to Grendel's already scarred chest.

After a while, until the blood was blurred, the demon of the night who was struggling desperately at the beginning of the screen no longer showed any signs of being alive.

After doing all this, she casually wiped the blood stains on the strange sharp weapon with her fingertips, and then raised her head fearlessly towards the all-seeing eye on the dome. The light green eyes were like two shining cold eyes. Emerald Stone, the fierceness that had just finished the killing still remained in his expression that had not faded away.

Perhaps because she knew that what she did would be observed, Bernice even smiled at the all-seeing eye, raised her thin white hand and flirtatiously blew a kiss.

Immediately afterwards, she left the detention room calmly and never appeared again.

The author has something to say: I am enlightened, but not fully enlightened.

After all, she is a jellyfish that grew up in the garbage dump. I am very relieved that her three views have not completely collapsed. Don't force the child too much [Old mother lights a cigarette]