gaze of war

"Welcome back, my sister."

Maher was rarely dressed in a dignified manner, and stood at the gate of the Temple of War with a loving smile to welcome his sister back.But her rosy cheeks and rippling eyes had betrayed her true emotions—she was now quite satisfied with her wise choice and the results it had brought about.

Morrigan brushed past her without noticing, and walked on.

"Hey—don't go, dear."

As if being entangled by a long snake, with one thigh wrapped around her waist and two arms wrapped around her neck, Mahe hung on Morrigan's body, making a sticky cum on purpose, "Ah— —You are very rough, my dear..."

It was just a blink of an eye, and the dignified goddess immediately turned into an unrestrained goblin. This kind of natural transformation has happened countless times in front of Morrigan.Morrigan didn't push her either, but continued to move his long legs, dragging the charming goddess hanging on his body, and continued to walk towards his own seat.Maher's long legs and skirt dragged on the ground, rippling like water waves.

"Tell me, my dear~" Maher licked the nape of Morrigan's neck, giggling, "How did you feel last night? That kid is as good as his body shows. A brave man?"

Morrigan blinked.

"Well, it's very comfortable. You can also try it, he has good skills."

The black-haired girl Kami explained with a serious expression.

"is it?"

The eyes of the red-haired goddess immediately sparkled.She loves all handsome boys and men, so she will naturally be interested in Diarmuid who has a glorious appearance.But after thinking for a while, she still frowned slowly, and focused her gaze on her sister's chest.No matter how expressionless Morrigan was, or as if nothing had happened, the faint sweetness of honey still couldn't fool the sensitive Maher.

"...that stone..."

Maher lost his smile.

Diarmuid Odina is very troubled now.

As the chief spearman of Fiona Knights, and the most handsome one in the entire Knights, he should have lived his life enjoying the fun of fighting, flirting with beauties and young women, and enjoying people's admiration and admiration for him— — This kind of life is suitable for a young and handsome hero like him.

However, due to a certain god's prank or revenge, he added a magic mole under his beautiful eyes that can seduce any woman—only those who also have great power and are full of will to resist the magic power of this mole, so of femininity is not affected by it.

Obviously, this is too difficult for ordinary women in this era.In fact, even the elves of the other world may not be able to completely resist the magic power bestowed by the gods.

"Oh—you are so strong, and brave, and... so handsome—my heart is beating wildly for you, can you hear that passionate beating? May I know your name , handsome knight?"

The girl in front of her had an innocent face and a shy smile. She was clutching at the hem of her clothes uneasily, secretly observing Diarmuid's reaction from the corner of her eye.But Diarmuid knew her, she was his best friend's fiancée, the bride-to-be who was going to get married in three days.

Very... embarrassing.

"Diarmuid Odina!!"

Diarmuid stared back at his friend who was glaring at him with a stiff face.

"Oh, my dear friend," he tried to calm his friend's urge to kill him with a hahaha smirk, "you have to believe me, I didn't even say a word... I'm sorry, I'm leaving right away. "

Leaving behind his friend with red eyes and the bride-to-be blushing and reluctant, Diarmuid fled in despair.

Yes!

This bastard, goddamn love mole that made him completely lose confidence in his own charm!

"Conan, do you think it would be useful for me to dig up this piece of meat?" he asked his friend sadly.

The muscular man who was drinking looked at him and sincerely suggested: "Why don't you try digging it out?"

"After digging...will it grow?"

"Yes."

"Then... can I block it with a cloth?"

"You'd better dig it out."

"But it will be disfiguring."

"It's okay, anyway, many girls will fall in love with your mole."

"...Conan, you really are jealous of me."

"... A beautiful red-haired woman warmly invited you to a passionate evening a few days ago, Diarmuid? She is the girl I am chasing."

"..."

Diarmuid decided to find a way to solve the influence of the magic mole.

He covered his face with a piece of cloth of the same color as his combat uniform, and then deliberately approached the girl on the street like a wretched man to ask for directions.

"Excuse me……"

The girl, who was absently arranging her hair, ignored him.

Diarmuid felt hopeful.He continued to ask: "This beautiful girl, do you know how to get to the hospital?"

"It's on the other side of the street. Do you want to bother me with such a simple question?" The girl waved her hand impatiently.

"It's...really! That's great!" Diarmuid was deeply moved by the girl's bad attitude.He nodded gratefully towards the girl, and then planned to turn around and never take off the cloth on his face.

"Are you an idiot? I said that... the head..." The girl turned her head, and then her expression changed.She stared blankly at Diarmuid for a while, then her cheeks slowly turned red.She raised her head high, stared intently at Diarmuid's face, and pretended to say fiercely, "You...you take off the cloth on your face!"

Oh no.

Diarmuid ran away without daring to look back.

"Sure enough, it's better to dig out this piece of meat?!" Squatting in the wild grove, Diarmuid thought painfully.

If you dig it out, it will become a pile of bloody flesh that women will fall in love with.

For some reason, Diarmuid bumped his head against the tree trunk as if he heard someone say that.

From that day on, Diarmuid began to devote all his enthusiasm to the battlefield.

Sure enough, only the battlefield dedicated to men is his proper destination!While waving the red gun, killing all the enemies in front of him, Diarmuid was slightly in a daze.What a love mole!What kind of woman is always grabbing good friends!In this bloody and exciting battle, you can forget everything hahaha!

Pierce the body of the last enemy, string the head of the opponent's general on the tip of the spear, and draw the joy of victory from this bloodthirsty move.Diarmuid leaned his spear on the hill in front of him, roughly wiped the blood splashed on his face with his palm, and looked down at the devastated battlefield.Countless bodies lay motionless on the ground, or were hung straight by weapons inserted into the ground. Blood overflowed from under their bodies, and then the blood pools merged with each other to form a larger lake of blood. .

This is the victory that best matches the chief warrior of the Fiona Knights.

This is what the goddess of death is happy to see.

Diarmuid stretched out his hand and pulled out the black stone carefully hung on the tough string from his neck, holding it firmly with his blood-stained palm, warming it with the temperature of blood.

A slight whisper escaped from tightly pursed lips.

"Morrigan, my goddess, I dedicate this victory and many souls to you."

Morrigan closed his eyes, his divine thoughts descended like a bird, turning into an invisible wind and blowing across the ground, stirring up boundless coldness.

Diarmuid heard a chuckle.

"...Although I don't need so many souls, but because of your sincere intentions, I accept it unceremoniously." Someone whispered in my ears, something smooth and cold lightly Touching his neck lightly, there is a soft breath lingering on the corners of his lips.

Diarmuid felt the invisible wind around him.

He laughed.

Against the bright color of blood, his smile is dazzling.

His hands clenched slightly on the side of his neck as if holding something.

On the throne, Morrigan smiled with his eyes closed.

Maher found that after a night of physical communication, Morrigan not only did not lose interest in Diarmuid, but became more and more immersed in the joy of paying attention to him, and even came to the projection to contact him.

Even, she turned part of the root of her power into tangible gems and handed it over to that mortal unsuspectingly.

This made Maher very dissatisfied.

Originally, it was just a fun project in her spare time, but she found that her sister was serious about a mortal... This kind of thing has happened once, and the result of that time has made Maher resentful to this day.

and so……

"Morrigan—"

Mahor's voice brought Morrigan back to his seat.She opened her eyes, puzzled by the obvious anger on Maher's face, and looked at her quietly.

"What happened, my sister?"

"My sister, please tell me the truth." Eyes of the same color as her hair stared intently at Morrigan, "Have you fallen in love with him, the first man who took your body?"

"I love him, my sister, but that's probably not the answer you need." Morrigan looked back at Maher quietly, and also responded with a solemn attitude, "I give him a blessing, or have that intimate relationship with him." It's just because in this boundless silence, he happens to be able to get more of my attention."

"You amaze me, my sister." Maher smiled slightly. "Morrigan, I thought this would be the next Cu Chulainn—you know, human beings are complex and changeable, and in that short life, there will be sparks that will amaze all the gods. But you can't Always throw your love on them—humans are ants, insects, human figures made of mud, those unconscious flowers and plants, and those stupid and dull animals. And you are eternal death, the ultimate The power to sit on the throne. You can give them attention for a while, but never love them."

"Mach, my sister, I was a part of you, and even though you behaved so differently, I knew your cruel nature. I knew you used human beings as some beautiful toys, some fleeting pleasures, and you Take their hearts and crush them mercilessly. I know you want to tell me with these vain pleasures of the flesh, the gulf between us and humanity, but don't worry, my dear sister, my love sleeps In the abyss of death, if you have not touched the essence of darkness, you will never understand me, Morrigan, the love of my goddess of death."

Morrigan looked straight at Maher's stern gaze with her dark eyes, and her voice lost its original timbre, as if vibrating from the deepest depths, with rhythmic fluctuations.You couldn't tell whether the voice was male or female, or whether it was young or old, only a dark and terrifying feeling escaped from the voice.

Maher moaned softly.

"You used to be pure war, the faith of warriors, but now you are called death and spurned by everyone - all because of that demigod, that bastard named Cu Chulainn. My Mo Regan, you used to love the bloody red clothes so much, but now you are always willing to wrap yourself in the darkness without light. How I miss your fighting posture, Morrigan."

"War is always accompanied by death, sister. You will never feel the compassion and fascination of death without being with it day and night. I don't feel wronged."

Morrigan offered to hug Maher.

They were once one, the goddess named Maher.When people discovered that the Goddess of Faith displayed a double-faced personality, they began to compile the legend of the twin goddesses.The chanting of the bard caused the belief to deviate, and Morrigan was born from Mahor's body.She is both Maher's sister and Maher's daughter.They are closer than anyone, any god.

Dressed in red clothes and battle armor, the Valkyrie who brought victory was once Mahe's greatest pride, but when the demigod who didn't know what to do or what to do refused his sister's courtship, the angry sister brought death to his head, and then What came was the fear and loathing of the people.Except for the most pious fighters, the most powerful brave men.

Morrigan began to change into black robes, and sat silently on the throne for a long time, neither sad nor angry.

Mahor had tried everything she could to bring her back to life—but she would never let Morrigan touch one iota of love, which had ruined her beloved sister.Morrigan can marry every man he likes and get happiness from it, but he can never give up his love again.

"Don't worry, Mahor," Morrigan promised. "If you don't want me to pay attention to mortals, I won't watch him." After a pause, she said, "I'm feeling a little tired."

The inside of the body is exhausted from nowhere, and there is also a slight itching and numbness in the chest, which makes people feel tense and empty.All Morrigan wanted now was to close his eyes and take a good rest without thinking about anything.

"Go, Morrigan." Maher gave a reassuring look.

By the time Morrigan awoke, the human being who would shake her must have turned to dust too.She will soon forget him, and then she will pay attention to another brave and beautiful man in the future, right?Then she will soon fully understand how cheap and useless the so-called love is.

Maher is happy with the future she so envisions.

She watched Morrigan lying on the throne and leaving the Temple of War without a sound.