gaze of war

"Morrigan - you bad lying boy."

A voice as sticky as honey rang in his ears, and Maher appeared triumphantly behind Morrigan, wrapped his arms around his sister's neck, and pressed a kiss on her side face.

"Angus came to ask me. His adopted son has recently been troubled by the loss of stones, thinking that it must be a harbinger of defeat and death, so he has trouble sleeping and eating. He came to ask me in a roundabout way, is it the last time he told me What curse did I put on his lovely adopted son with this insolence?"

Maher giggled, she glanced at Morrigan with ambiguous eyes, snatched the stone from her hand, and sniffed it at the end of her nose.

"Hmm~ the smell of honey—it really is the stone that the boy loves. Such a pious warrior, it's no wonder that our sister Morrigan is moved—isn't it?" Maher's face was full of victories With a rippling smile, he didn't even notice that the placket had slipped down to his waist.

Morrigan stared at her chest.

Maher straightened her chest without stress.

Morrigan said calmly, "...Mahe, are you finally tired of being with those stinky men, and want to make me your target?"

Maher fell into a long silence.

Before Morrigan could decide to flee, Mahor had made his move.She transformed her sister into a black cat and pressed her face into her great chest despite her struggles.

"Well, I also have a little interest in Diarmuid Odi, why don't we go and see in this world." She said calmly, and then walked towards the temple of Angus, "I think I have listened to my request Afterwards, Angus will definitely not mind lending me a beautiful little lower-level goddess, let's play a good show with me—"

unwise.

The black cat squatted in the corner in annoyance, looking at the ram grazing without restraint outside the window with contempt.After all, it was all projected by the God of Power. Do you really think of yourself as a sheep?Then look at the girl next to her who looked a little scared towards herself and her sister, with a flawless face and a youthful body——

Ah, the little goddess of youth under Angus, she is so pure and beautiful——

asshole!

Morrigan scratched the side wall in frustration.Maher what the hell have you done to me!Why can't even my strength make me eliminate this posture!

……and many more!

She retracted her paw silently.

Maher!What the hell did you do to me!Even I have started to follow the black cat's instinct to scratch the wall!

Maher seemed to hear her angry roar, and slowly turned to look at the black cat on the ground.She had become an ordinary old man, wrinkled skin and stooped back, but wise and dignified.

"Be quiet, my Morrigan. Only you and I are the real descendants here, and the ram and maiden over there are nothing but projections of the God of Strength and the Goddess of Youth."

"What the hell are you trying to do, Mahor?" Morrigan said with rare irritation.

"It's nothing? I just want to give your little Diarmuid a gift, so that he can understand the true meaning of life." Maher said kindly, showing considerable interest in Morrigan's rebellion, " Don't you want to take a closer look at your lovely, devout, handsome, and powerful believer?"

"It's just that you want to watch my jokes!" Morrigan screamed frantically.

"That's right, dear."

Mahor let out a triumphant laugh. She stood up and pointed out the window: "Look, Morrigan. Our warriors are coming. Heroes from the Knights of Fiona are heading here in the protection of night." Let's go."

Morrigan had given up on her wicked taste.She decided not to say anything about it, to react in any way, until her dear sister had had enough of playing and let her go, so that she could go back in peace.

There was a knock on the wooden door, and Maher, transformed into an old man, went forward and opened the door.

"Welcome, Conan, Gore, Oscar, and - Diarmuid." Maher didn't care about the astonished expressions of the warriors outside the door, accurately named everyone, and said with a nonchalant smile, "The night is so dark, and there are still dewdrops on your shoulders. I see that you are exhausted. Could it be that you can't find a place to stay?"

"Yes, that's right." The knight named Goyle immediately responded, "Can you please give us a room where we can rest, and if possible, prepare some food for us? You know—this It's cold at night."

"Oh sure, let me see, a spacious room, four warm beds, and four steaming dinners - ok, ok, no problem. Please come in, warriors. Just wait a minute , you will get what you want."

"Come, my dear, and prepare supper for these weary warriors, they will appreciate you."

Maher greeted the girl next to him.

The girl showed a shy smile and walked to the kitchen next to her.

"Oh, she's so pretty."

"Looking at that slender waist, I know she must be an unforgettable beauty."

"Maybe her cooking skills are also outstanding. Oh, can I ask this old man to marry her back home?"

Hearing the comments of his companions, Diarmuid shrugged unmoved, and sat around the wooden table with them.They unloaded their lances, swords, and shields, stripped off the armor that got in the way, and piled them at their feet.

"what is this!"

Two dots of bright green suddenly lit up in the darkness, shocking Oscar who had accidentally seen it.He stood up abruptly, reaching for his long sword.

"Be quiet, my guests. It's just my cat."

The old man suddenly said.Stared at by his wise eyes, Oscar withdrew his hand in shame, "Oh, please forgive my rashness, I didn't know there were other creatures in this room."

"Oh, it's not a disrespectful act, it's just that she's a little shy and doesn't want to appear in front of strangers." Maher spoke nonsense to slander Morrigan's reputation without any pressure, but Morrigan didn't Unable to make any meaningful move, she just puffed up her fur and clawed angrily at the wall next to her.

The girl began to serve the prepared dinner on the table.The delicious food on those plates steamed soft white smoke in the cold air, and the gravy was sprinkled finely on the surface of the bread, paired with a bowl of thick soup, making the warriors feel more and more hungry.

Just as the warriors began to eat, a ram rushed into the house.The black cat watched it jump up and down coldly, knocking down all the invincible warriors on the battlefield - including Diarmuid.

He was trampled to the ground by the ram's hooves, and angrily tried to overturn it and get back up, but he never succeeded. The face of the so-called brilliance had already taken on the color of deep humiliation.

"This is really disrespectful—to treat the four warriors of the Fiona Knights like this!" Maher snapped, "Little cat, hurry up and tie it back to the back of the house!"

"No, my—master."

Morrigan laughed sarcastically, completely ignoring Maher's order, but resisted with some anger, "It's the shepherd's job to tie the sheep, and I'm just a cat. to take the place of the shepherd?"

"Of course it's because only you can bring it into complete fairness with absolute authority." Maher ignored the shocked gazes of the Fiona warriors, and patted the back of the black cat reassuringly.

"Go, my kitten."

"……Humph."

Morrigan walked towards the rambunctious ram until it let go of Diarmuid's hooves in horror.She didn't cast a glance at Diarmuid, just walked to the side of the ram, lightly jumped onto the ram's back, and the ram obediently walked out of the house.

"Put away your shame, warriors. Your failure is not because you are not brave enough, but because the sheep itself is the embodiment of power, and my cat is the representative of death. No matter how much power you have , the world’s playthings will eventually return to the hands of death, this is the fate that no one can resist.”

She heard Maher say this to the warriors.

Morrigan lay on the roof of the hut at night.She could see what was going on down there—the girl projected by the Goddess of Youth was sharing a room with the warriors, all of them trying to get to her bed.

Including the Diarmuid she is familiar with.

The girl rejected everyone.

"Go back! You are a warrior, I belonged to you, but I don't belong to you anymore." She said this to everyone.The warriors also returned to the bed with a sigh of regret.

And what Diarmuid got was another sentence completely different from others.

"I belong to you only once, and I will never be with you again, but—"

After taking a quick glance at Morrigan's direction, the girl's innocent face quickly distorted for a moment, and hesitated for a moment.Then she pressed a kiss to Diarmuid's profile with a heroic expression.

"Diarmuid, I will click a love mole for you, and all women in the world will fall in love with you when they see this mole." She closed her eyes and said softly.

Diarmuid's fingers froze where the girl had kissed, looking shocked.

Maybe he just wanted to try his own charm after his companions were all rejected, maybe he just felt that in this strange cabin, such a soft and sweet girl must be a gift from God to them .But he never thought that he would get such a "blessing".

He was not stupid or ignorant, on the contrary, he quickly thought about what kind of situation he would face if this sentence came true.

"Thank you for the gift, but—I don't think I need—" He tried to refuse.

"Your charm will have the greatest effect under the action of this mole, handsome warrior." The girl said without any rejection, then turned around and left briskly.

All women will fall in love with him, whether it is someone else's wife, sister, or daughter.This is not a blessing, but a curse - Diarmuid will never know whether a woman falls in love with him because of the mole or himself.

Finally, I knew what trick Maher was playing.

All powers of time submit to a just death, and youth only favors the same one once for all?

This kind of mystical trickery is only what Maher can do.

Morrigan took a few brisk steps and jumped off the roof, landing over the window sill of their room.Seeing her companions cheering loudly without knowing the truth, and Diarmuid pursing his lips in jest, she almost covered her face with her paws in pity.

The warriors were exhausted after a long day's journey. After this wonderful episode, they all returned to the warm beds and fell into a deep sleep. Only Diarmuid could not sleep at night with one arm behind his head. While staring blankly at the ceiling, he unconsciously pinched the love mole that appeared in front of his eyes, almost digging out the mole along with the flesh several times.

"My adoptive father, Angus, the god of love and youth..." He sighed bitterly, "If this is your will, is it because I accidentally offended some god?"

...No one offended.You were just poked into a sieve by Liu Ya when passing by the battlefield.

Morrigan silently sympathized with him.She jumped off the window sill and stalked silently and lightly in the darkness without attracting anyone's attention.She passed Gore who was snoring, ignored Conan who was sleeping boldly, and stopped by Diarmuid's bed.After a moment of hesitation, she lightly jumped onto Diarmuid's chest.