gaze of war

Leaving the forest of Einzbern, Morrigan gathered all her strength in her body.

She strolled leisurely along the river, and every time she took a step, her figure shrunk rapidly, her black clothes turned into black short hair, her long hair turned into pointed ears, her hands and feet turned into flesh pads with sharp claws, soft The long tail slowly stretched out from behind——

When she stopped, raised the soles of her front feet leisurely to wipe her face, and let out a pleasant "meow", the goddess had already turned into a pure black kitten with no discernible breed.

She ran forward in small, brisk steps, as fast as lightning.

She walked through the noisy street, under the feet of the bustling crowd.

Without being noticed by anyone, she trotted towards the library.

I can feel... that person's breath.

He is staying there.

There is no longer any external magic power flowing in his body, only her magic power supports him to move freely in this world.

even though--

The black cat slowed down.

As if feeling something, the man sitting on the bank of the river holding his spear not far away turned his head.

He has a relaxed posture, a cold expression, and a pair of blood-red eyes full of cruel coldness.

The footsteps stopped.

——Even though, he has completely degenerated.

The glorious knight is gone.

The sunny smile that Morrigan couldn't help but be infected with was gone, too.

His eyes were blood red, and his pupils were as thin as a beast.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, and the smile that appeared on his face looked evil and dangerous, but also full of unspeakable charm.

The black cat flicked its tail and sat where it was.

Her dark eyes, which were completely different from other ordinary cats, stared quietly at his blood-stained eyes.

"...Ah." Diarmuid exclaimed briefly.The blood-red eyes were stained with a little sarcasm, and they narrowed slightly.

He looked at the whole body of the black cat with great interest and chuckled.

How could you forget?This black cat named Death.

On that night when even the armor was stained with cold dew, he and his companions saw the hut.The light from the small window in that room looked so warm.

The magical old man, the mighty goat, the strange talking black cat, and the maiden who planted a curse under his eyes.

Wisdom, strength, death and youth—like so many heroes of myth and legend, they were played by the gods.

Diarmuid laughed out loud, and stretched out his hand towards the black cat.

The black cat flicked its tail again.

She ignored Diarmuid's arm, but took a few steps forward, bent her hind legs, and jumped onto his shoulder.She found her balance there, and then her limbs curled up, her tail wrapped around her neck, and she tucked into a ball in his shoulder socket, and yawned lazily.

Diarmuid opened his eyes slightly, he stared blankly at the black cat nestled on his shoulder, and stretched out his hand to her hesitantly.

The black cat raised its head slightly, rubbed against his hesitant palm, and licked it lightly.

Feeling the warm wetness on the palm, it was obvious that Morrigan was playing tricks.

The knight narrowed his eyes.

His fingertips ran gently along the black cat's forehead, stroking her soft pointed ears.When she began to duck her head, her fingertips nimbly followed the arc of her neck and back, and touched the tail.

He squinted his eyes, watching the black cat shiver suddenly, and the hair all over his body exploded.As if he felt very amused, his evil fingers continued to stroke the base of the black cat's tail until she let out a scream of "meow" and quickly jumped down from his body.

Before she jumped away, she felt a sharp pain from her tail, and her whole body went numb and limp.

The man who grabbed the black cat's tail with sharp eyes and quick hands pulled her back into his arms viciously, and hugged her tightly with his strong arms. He laughed loudly, and pinched the black cat's chin with his fingers forcefully, Dropped a light kiss on her nose.

A strong force pushed him to the ground.

Morrigan pressed his hands hard on Diarmuid's chest, and stared at him fiercely with eyes tinged with anger.

And Diarmuid still stared at her intently.

His hands were still on her waist.

The hot hands made Morrigan feel itchy all over, and the fingers pressing on his chest curled up unconsciously.

"Morrigan."

Diarmuid called her real name hoarsely.

Morrigan lifted his face slightly.

She looked down at the man lying on the ground with a condescending and powerful gaze, as if he was her prey.She felt the heat gradually burning under her body, squinted her eyes to see the man's gloomy gaze, and suddenly let out a laugh.

"...Want me, Diarmuid?"

Her fingers caressed his thin lips seductively.

His Adam's apple moved up and down.

"think."

The man affirmed her question without hesitation in a hoarse voice.In order to prove his eagerness, his hands moved up her back, stopped on her back shoulders, and pressed her body to his chest.

He kissed her with a ferocious force, entwined with her eagerly, depriving her of all breath.

He wrapped around her lips angrily, devouring her violently, not allowing her any freedom.

You are mine - he claims her with a kiss.

He confined her body in his arms with one hand, and pressed the back of her neck with the other to prevent her from escaping.

Morrigan let out a vague laugh.She slickly avoided Diarmuid's pursuit and licked his roof lightly.Then her tongue was immediately captured, the tip sucked and bound almost to the point of pain.

She felt one arm tightly around her waist, and the other arm stroking the back of her neck and the tips of her ears in a circle.The movement of that hand was so proficient, it was by no means possessed by the young man Morrigan had come into contact with.

Morrigan slowly opened his eyes.

Pleasure and desire faded from those black eyes, and a cold light of anger flashed.

……yes.

When Diarmuid Odina died, he had a wife and son, and his family was happy.

How could he still be the same young man?

Morrigan's stiffness was felt by the man she was pinning almost immediately.

Diarmuid opened his eyes, saw her angry eyes, and was slightly taken aback.

Instinctively, he stroked Morrigan's back softly, trying to appease her sudden anger.And Morrigan's increasingly grim expression told him that even this action aroused her anger even more.

"...Tell me, Diarmuid. Did the human princess who married you ever get your love?" She asked condescendingly, "Your skillful hands make me very unhappy. "

Diarmuid fell silent.

Then he laughed.After he stopped laughing, he looked teasingly at the goddess sitting on him, and asked softly, "What is your identity to ask me, my dear goddess, Morrigan...?"

The memory of the painful and hopeless waiting during that time made Diarmuid's eyes suddenly cold.

He can still clearly remember those sweet longings and those days of painful waiting. During the 16 years of escape under the ban of the princess, his heart was always full of guilt for the lord Fenn, and being forced to betray the one he loved in his heart. guilt.

After returning, he married the princess.

Because in the era of fleeing, he did not protect the chastity of the lord's fiancée according to his oath.Even if he didn't do it, he still has to bear all the responsibility for it.In the end, he was not able to keep his heart - the door in his heart was indeed opened for the passionate and self-willed princess.

But he didn't have time to completely forget his love.

She came back - when he was about to die at the hands of the lord.

At that time, the dying knight was full of guilt and sorrow, and took all the pain and guilt on himself.

But the current Diarmuid is already in a completely opposite state from that knight.

When he thought of the longing for this goddess that he had never forgotten for 20 years and the torture he suffered because of it, he felt that anger and resentment filled his heart grandly, causing him to spit out poisonous words.

"I love you deeply, Goddess of War. Every time I go to battle, I will pray to you and speak my love language. I look forward to your reappearance every day and every night. I will wear the stone you gave me until I die. My Goddess, Morrigan. You abandoned the poor knight after that night of pleasure, leaving him to suffer for 20 years in painful longing and sweet torment. And when he wanted to drop everything and go back to the other side , you are going to disturb his heart again."

The black-haired and red-eyed knight accused the Goddess of her ruthlessness in a hoarse voice, and his blood-red eyes almost shed blood.

"You cruel goddess, only when you think of Diarmuid Odina, you will pay him tender attention, and when you forget him, he can't even ask for a look from you-- Why do you question whether he has ever opened his heart to others in his pathetic life?"

Diarmuid roared angrily, trembling even for breath.

He glared at Morrigan viciously, his lips pressed together stiffly.

Morrigan looked at him.

My heart, which was originally angry because of his actions, calmed down.

She silently looked at Diarmuid's blood-red eyes, at his forehead that was bulging with veins due to anger.

The voice of the knight's heart, which the knight had never spoken, uttered a weeping complaint to her after his fall.

Human life is short.

From birth to death, they have only a few decades.Most of them don't even get through these decades, being robbed of their future halfway along the way.

That was the case with Diarmuid Odina.

Before his youth passed away, he had already lost the right to continue walking.

And he remembered that night for 20 years.

While Morrigan fell asleep at his sister's words, he had used up all his time.

Even so, when she appeared by his side again, he still loved her deeply.

"...do you love me, Diarmuid?" Morrigan asked softly, "even if I do you such cruel things?"

"Diarmuid Odina has already dedicated himself to you." The fallen knight let out a self-deprecating laugh, "Even though you are so cruel, he still loves you."

The author has something to say: Alright, the key point 4 of the last chapter was blocked by me!I will not tell you!

This chapter originally wanted to write about field battles... I thought it was too out of character... and the more I wrote it, the longer it got.

Well, finally, I finally made up my mind.Hei Qiang's technique was too proficient and offended the goddess of innocence, and then frankly, Hei Qiang roared out the unwillingness and resentment before death, which was the truth that Bai Qiang would never say.

This is the heart knot between the two of them for a lifetime, and if they don't untie it, there will be no HE.

The next chapter must be rouged successfully! ==+