Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

A choice must be made: ascend to the throne or die, because a country cannot have two monarchs, and the date of the oracle is hundreds of years away from today, enough to make him hate life and step into the realm of eternity.

And choosing today must have expected the existence of Ain and Karas.Fate seldom makes an appearance, only showing her authority from time to time.

But Caldiran had not a single rose.

After Olin handed over the public office to Aka, he chose to come here to relax.After a long period of entanglement, he is very convinced that he does not want to become a god, and becoming a destiny means eternal loneliness, and it is better to die than to be alone.

Facing the northern sky, Olin said with a wry smile, "Let me go."

Olin turned his head, looked past the manual, and looked towards the corner of the guest room. There was a folded magician's robe, and the cyan jellyfish emblem flashed on the cuff, but the owner of the clothes was not in the room.

The brief loneliness made Olin feel itchy.He shook his head, feeling that his heart was young for a short time, young enough for him to appreciate the taste of passionate love.

He put down the travel brochure, picked up the robe, and gently sniffed the scent on it.The robe has no smell.

Karas and Olin sneaked out to eat at a roadside restaurant one day, and the soup splashed on his clothes, so he changed into this robe and wore it for a day. The soiled clothes were washed and sent back that night, Karas In order to prepare for a rainy day and go out to buy ready-made clothes, this robe is put outside.

Orin put down his robe, just put it down, still holding on to the cuff of the robe.Looking at his hand holding the robe, he felt that his mind was not only young, but even changed gender.

Thinking of this, he smiled wryly.It is a good thing to appreciate love, but as he grows older, it also wears down on his dignity.

He feels sick to himself.

The door opened, and a gentle voice sounded beside Orin: "Are you mending my clothes?"

Olin suppressed his smile and put down his robes. He didn't tell anyone about the trip.

"I'll clean it up later."

Karas put down his backpack, hugged Orin from behind, and stroked his wrist.

"Why are you here?" Orin asked.

"Your Majesty sent me new Warcraft cats, all of which are so soft, I wanted you to take a look, but Anna said that you had booked a one-way carriage ticket to Caldylan behind her back.

With your careful thinking, you definitely wouldn't make such a silly arrangement.He must be planning something to escape again, right?You have just retired, you have a very empty heart, and you have a history of running away, so it is not an exaggeration to think about it. "

"Oh?" Olin smiled and withdrew his hand, "It turns out that Ain sent a god to prevent me from committing treason? It's very thoughtful."

Caldiran is far from the border and is not a transportation hub, so it is suitable as the end of the journey.

"It has nothing to do with His Majesty..." Karas rubbed Olin's palm, "Look, the wound is healed, no one will want to hurt you anymore."

Olin followed Karas's touch, and the scars that had been sutured had disappeared.

...that murder is over.

Orin closed his eyes as Karas stroked him.Callas' palms brushed his wrists, elbows, over his chest, and down to his neck.

Orin observes himself every day when he takes a bath, and he is sure that at this moment, all those scars are gone.It's like a nightmare is over.

However, even without the rose, his mind is still under the shadow of fate.

Olin shook his head, trying to free himself from the sudden fear: "It's all here, why don't you take a rest here. Do you have a change of clothes?"

"Oh, I bought it before I entered the hotel..." Karas kicked the backpack, "I also bought a new handkerchief by the way. It turned out that the red one was too damaged to be repaired, so I threw it away."

Olin remembered that the red handkerchief had been used by Callas when he was at the port.At that time, the fragmented Orin had just been salvaged, and Callas wrapped a sheathed dagger in a red handkerchief and stuffed it in Orin's mouth so that he would not bite off his tongue when he was stitched up.

After the stitching was completed, the red handkerchief was kept beside Olin, and it was combined with different daggers and painkillers to help him in the follow-up treatment.

Orin knelt down and took out the handkerchief he had bought as a souvenir from his backpack.The handkerchief was white, with fine pagan embroidery around the edges.

He looked at the handkerchief, as if the murder had completely passed away, and his mind seemed to have gone through a hundred years, and his back was another magician Callas, and the familiar kitten came to him again.

"Come on, give me the afterglow of the stars..."

"All the stars are for you."

Karas hooked the backpack with his feet and took out a light green bottle.Orin could see that it was a skin-cleaning herbal juice, and he knew what pleasure Karas was about to do to him.

Olin smiled, bitterness rose in his heart for a moment.For him, intimacy is a means of calming the mind, but for humans it is a redundant interest, an intense ritual necessary for reproduction.

Orin didn't know what Callas would think, he didn't want to know because he didn't want to lose his peace of mind.

Callas wiped his hands with the herbal juice excitedly, stroking along the boundary line between the scales and the skin, causing Orin to tremble.

Karas was a good student of Eros, and Olin was sure they would be perfectly happy if there were no physical differences.

"Um……"

Olin whimpered and curled up, judging from Karas's happy expression, the scenery was already in sight.

Callas jumped out of his robes like a kitten, took Orin's hand, leaned down and kissed it.

As cute as he is, some things just can't stop him from being mature, Orin thought, curling his toes.

"Wait a minute..." Callas stopped suddenly, "Your hand."

"Huh? My hand?"

Callas carefully leveled Olin's legs, which was a signal that he couldn't continue playing. Olin only felt his blood pressure rise and his peace of mind was swept away.

"What happened to my hand?"

Karas held Olin's right hand and slowly raised it: "It's much lighter than before, don't you feel it?"

Olin was stunned for a moment. He had been in a good mood during the recent trip, and he hadn't done anything to harm his body.

Karas held Olin's hand and kneaded it gently, a slight bump appeared on the surface of the skin.

Callas said softly: "It's a crack again..."

Orin was pretty sure he hadn't had anything tangled up lately enough to create a rift, and if there had been, the only thing was the flash -- if there wasn't a physical difference.

Olin was pretty sure that this difference was just icing on the cake and not affecting their relationship.

Another factor is the rose that cannot exist here.

Karas seemed to have guessed what Olin was thinking, and said again: "The crack should have come from the bone, and your hand was eaten away. It's strange, I walked in and touched you, and it's only been a moment now, do you have any? What... a new entanglement?"

Because Caldylan had no roses, Olin realized that he could not tolerate the slightest difference, physical or psychological.

However, this flash of mind turned into a pathological phenomenon in an instant, and he was reborn from the deep wound left by the murder, telling him quietly that the murder was not over yet, and he still had to be punished for everything he had done, whether right or wrong. Decisions are still wrong decisions, as if he exists to suffer.

Olin withdrew his hand, he didn't want Karas to know his guess, it was better to keep vague and ambiguous than straightforward embarrassment.

Callas came up: "Is it related to this strange crack that you hid here secretly?"

"No."

Olin waved his hand, channeling magic power from all parts of his body into the bones of his right hand, only then did he realize that his right hand had completely lost consciousness.If you break the crack with magic power and rebuild the bones and muscles, it should recover.

"Don't rush to make a decision..." Karas held Olin's hand, blocking the magic power leading to the bones of his right hand, "Don't use magic power to break the cracks! The cracks will fill your body, and if the cracks are in the body, it's more like a human being." If it is broken, it will block the blood vessel. The operation is a little more delicate, and the magic power is penetrated from the air bubbles on the surface of the crack, and slowly dissolves it."

Orin doesn't care about his condition, it's just Callas' "I know your body better than you" look that adds to Orin's unhappiness, like finding his belt at the bottom of his gown during a high moment at a prom. The inner layer is broken, and there will be another high jump immediately, and if you want the effect to be good, you have to turn around in the air-with the risk of losing your body, it is extremely embarrassing.

Olin coughed, "Okay, okay, little black-faced cat, I'll take care of it myself."

"What on earth do you have any bad associations?"

Olin replied offhandedly: "I just thought, if you suddenly turned back into a black cat, and now we're naked again, everything would be so awkward."

Callas suddenly smiled: "Don't worry, the black-faced cat also loves you, but it's a little smaller."

Olin clasped his head with his left hand, and he had a headache. He didn't know whether it was Karas who stopped the backflow of the rift caused by too late or the wild thinking caused by his active mind. The two are still honest with each other now, and Olin feels that now Still don't say a word.

Karas still didn't let go of his hand: "If you don't have any purpose, a flash of thought can cause physical changes in an instant, which is comparable to a god's ability. And it's..."

Callas suppressed the second half of the sentence.Changing the trajectory of life with a flash of thought, among the gods, only destiny can do it.

Even if there are no roses, fate cannot be avoided.

"But when it works on you, there must be something wrong."

Olin shook off Karas' hand, grabbed the clothes and put them on, and subconsciously