gaze of war

The moon went down.

Deeply and slowly sinking into the end of the earth, at the moment of complete disappearance, a quiet, death-like darkness blooms - no starlight, no sound, only the passing of a day and night, accompanied by a new day and night in the next moment birth.

On the throne of the dome, there was silence.

Calm eyes stared at the blood-stained ground until the last man fell down with blood splattered on his chest, and the remaining warriors cheered in victory.

They chanted the name of Morrigan, the goddess of war, kissed the blood-stained curly blade devoutly, and cried and roared like madmen.

"Goddess! Goddess Morrigan!"

"Thank you for bringing us victory!"

"We sacrifice to you with the blood of our enemies!"

"My comrades-in-arms, my closest friend, why are your eyes closed, open them quickly, and see our victory!"

More people groaned in pain and looked at the sky with confused eyes. Even though the victory was close at hand, they no longer had the strength to welcome her arrival.They struggled in blood and pain, trying to snatch their lives back from the hands of death.

"...Looks like another feast. Interesting? My sister."

Close your eyes.

Consciousness left the battle between humans and humans, and returned to the seat of the dome, looking displeasedly at the goddess who disturbed her observation with her dark eyes.

Morrigan answered in a voice hoarse as a necromantic whisper, "Mahor, my sister, what made you leave the joy of giving young men and women offspring and come to this ominous place of mine?"

"Don't say that, my lovely sister, you have a pretty face anyway, why don't you come and enjoy the fun of playing around?" The red-haired goddess Mahor frivolously stroked Morrigan's pale lips with her fingers. Smooth cheeks, tempting my sister, "Even if you are the goddess of death and war, there is no need to make yourself like a rigid old woman, just staring at the battlefield all day long?"

Morrigan's gaze moved from her face to her chest, which was trembling slightly seductively, with almost all but a blush visible, and Maher clearly didn't mind letting the poor sack slip. A little lower: "... I think, rather than wrestling with a man who ... feels like he can get pregnant immediately at the first glance, I might as well watch these fighters fight-at least it makes me feel Kind of fun."

"Which one of my sweethearts are you talking about? Ordeka? Or Bran?" The glamorous red-haired goddess showed a sweet memory expression, with a smile on her lips, indifferent to the vicious words.

"...Sorry, I didn't remember the name." Morrigan said blankly.

"So is it the hair that's like molten gold, or the intoxicating boy with the eyes the color of honey?"

"...With all due respect, in my opinion, they look exactly like brothers." Morrigan said with a straight face without any pressure, "You always like that kind of loose thing, the more you are willing to follow The more you like to conquer a man who is entangled by many women, let them be addicted to you from the bottom of your heart, and then look for the next prey."

Maher eyed her suspiciously.

"...Said so many words of criticism... Morrigan, in fact, you don't remember any of them."

Morrigan said sincerely: "Actually, you can be more reserved, sister."

"...Why do your delicate and flower-like lips always spit out sad words like poisonous snakes?" Mahe lay softly on Morrigan's back, covering his mouth as if he was very sad. own face.

"Because I never tell the truth."

Morrigan made up the blow in an instant.

"What a cruel woman, people love and hate like death." Maher laughed, and cast a wink at Morrigan, "I saw it, what you saw—no, or It's the person you saw."

"Why does that vigorous young man always appear in your field of vision?" Maher lowered his voice meaningfully, "Who is that? That is Angus' adopted son, Duna's grandson, Fei The nephew of the leader of the Ona Knights, Diarmuid Odina, right?"

Morrigan said nothing.

She didn't even react, just continued to look at Maher silently with her dark, lifeless eyes until Maher's arms stiffened and his expression began to twitch. "...if you're trying to tell me 'who is he' then please shut up."

"...Okay." Morrigan actually nodded, looking a little disappointed.

Mahor was almost in a frenzy, glaring at Morrigan with an angry look, panting rapidly - her chest rising and falling, looking even more alluring.She cursed furiously in a voice almost screaming: "Morrigan, you stupid woman, you have seen that child so many times, and you don't even know his name? Thanks to me running for you I went to Angus' residence to help you inquire about this child, and I was almost kicked out by Angus as someone with evil intentions!"

"what……"

Morrigan widened his eyes slightly, looked at his sister with a new look, and then said in a firm tone: "I think you must have misunderstood something... sister. I don't even know who you are talking about." Do not know at all."

Maher turned blue with anger.

Seeing the back of his eldest sister running away in anger, Morrigan blinked slightly, then turned around as if nothing had happened.

Is that so... It turned out to be Diarmuid Odina.

Morrigan sighed, and projected his thoughts on the battlefield again.

——Ah, just for such a short moment, several years have passed in this world.Another battle took place on the plain tens of kilometers apart. The young man who had grown a lot was waving the red and yellow spears in his hands, slaughtering his enemies with incomparable and exquisite martial arts skills.His face has changed from an immature and delicate boy to a handsome young man, and the light in his golden eyes is also brighter because of the blood stain.

"Diarmuid Odina...is that so?"

-

When Diarmuid returned, he wanted to take away the stones piled up before the expedition to represent himself as usual, and leave the stones belonging to the sacrificed comrades as a sacrifice to Morrigan.

But when he searched for a day and a night in the pile of stones, the sun set and rose again, but he still couldn't find the stone with his innate honey aroma.

"Did you take my stone?"

"No, I didn't move your body." The colleague who was questioned by him answered him sincerely.

Diarmuid immediately fell into great confusion.The stones piled up before the expedition are prayers to Morrigan.If he can come back alive, he will take away the stone representing himself. If he dies on the battlefield, that stone will replace the real body and sacrifice to the Goddess of War.

But he's not dead yet?

Who took his stone?

Diarmuid asked all those around him who were traveling with him.

"The goddess must have taken your stone, my dear brother."

"Goddess, she's in love with you, handsome man."

"...The fact that the stone was accepted by Morrigan must mean that you are about to die... What is the name of the beautiful girl who gave you flowers a few days ago? Let me introduce it."

The comrades in arms responded to him with serious or indecent jokes, which did not comfort Diarmuid's panic at all.

And Morrigan, who was watching them from the throne, held a round cyan pebble in his hand, looked at Diarmuid's wrinkled face with his cheeks on his hands, and laughed so hard that he almost lost his breath.

Why did you focus on the young knight named Diarmuid?

Morrigan didn't know whether it came from the God's Eye that spanned the past and the future, or from the slight impression that was buried in the depths of memory.

She sometimes recalls in a trance, as if a long time ago, she was once a human being.

The time and history that the gods can see are too heavy and too vast.Those decades of being a human being, to the gods, are just a blink of an eye, or a short time that the gods have passed away.

Only at rare moments, when certain beings in that memory were brought up or witnessed, would Morrigan drag a sliver of impression from the deep sea of ​​memory, and then pull himself out of divine indifference , I vaguely remembered that I was once a human being.

Diarmuid Odina.

Seems like a name that gets mentioned a lot.

Maybe I read a book about him, maybe I heard someone's story.In that meager memory, Morrigan could not recall why the name felt familiar.

But it doesn't matter.

Morrigan is happy to bring victory to his favorite heroes.

She is the master of war and the master of death.To bestow victory upon her favorite hero, to bring death's wings upon his enemies, was Morrigan's favorite game.

But Morrigan rarely paid attention to anyone.

Morrigan is deeply fascinated by the fight between humans for various reasons.Sparks collide between interests and humanity, and the boundaries between crime and justice are blurred in the war, until a fair death is ushered together.Maybe the hero who enjoys beauty, wine, and victory today will be roughly cut open in another battle the next day, and dumped unconscious in the filthy mud, and slowly rotten. Flesh and blood, become a part of the land.The earth will swallow all flesh, and Morrigan will spread all souls in his black wings.

Diarmuid quickly puts the unsolved case of Shizi's disappearance behind him.He found another stone, round and blue, almost exactly the same as the previous one.But there was a little redness around the edge of the stone, which looked like the color of blood.

He held the stone with two fingers, looked at the sun, and still felt unsatisfied.

"It's too much!" he said angrily to himself, "who on earth took my stone so rudely!"

He leaned the red gun and the yellow gun against the nearby tree, sat down at the bottom of the tree and scratched his hair.After the expedition, he found that the stone representing himself disappeared for no reason. Does it really mean that his life will end in the next war?

How can it be!

Unless he inadvertently offended a certain god, or the god's patron.

"Goddess Morrigan—please don't be angry."

He prayed in a low voice.

"Even if the stone representing my body is lost, I will still follow in your footsteps, please grant me the most glorious victory—"

"sure."

On the throne, Morrigan responded softly.

"In any battlefield. As long as you hold red guns and yellow guns, you will win the final victory."