The soul of the other world subconsciously hugged the thin body in his arms: "I'm back," he said. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Afra hugged him tightly, arms around his neck, chest pressed together inextricably, her legs lifted upwards and wrapped around the waist of the black-haired Dragonborn, both ankles wrapped around each other- The black-haired Dragonborn was more than six feet tall, and when he stood there, he looked like a tall tree, and Afra was more than petite, but when the otherworldly soul saw the black shadow on the ground, it not only had no beautiful thoughts in its head, but let out a laugh uncontrollably - from the shadow, it was like a koala clinging to a tall eucalyptus tree.

Afra sighed deeply at the sound of laughter, she had always been happy to see people surrender, trance, and lose themselves because of her charms, a power for her that was more subtle and powerful than swords and magic, and that she could use it as freely and freely as a healthy baby with eyes, ears, and fingers, without guidance. But at other times, she would have preferred to exchange the admiration of 10,000 people for the slight affection of the black-haired Dragonborn, but he had always regarded Afra only as a child. Afra even wanted to scream in his ear - although he was in her heart, in addition to her lover, she was also her mentor, brother and father, but she didn't really want one...... Elders.

Afra rolled her eyes where the otherworldly soul couldn't see, and when the otherworldly soul wanted to put her down, she tightened her arms harder, rubbing her cheeks against the other's ear: "I ......" she said- She had thought that she could easily say it, and for more than forty years, every night, every moment when no one had disturbed her, she had repeated it in her mind, and she knew that every ambiguous meaning and sweet hint in it would make the vast majority of human beings (male and female) ecstatic and willing to give anything for it, even if it was her own life—but at this moment, at the moment she decided, the person she was confronting, she was ...... Not a single word could be uttered, her face was hot, her breath was short, her heart was beating violently, and her throat was swollen as if her entire distorted stomach was stuffed inside.

The souls of the other world stood in place, so quiet all around, that even the lich in the sea of knowledge carefully maintained their original silence - Afra gasped several times, and when she was finally able to speak, she found that her voice had been drowned out by magic. Then her limbs relaxed, and before she fell to the ground, the spirit of the other world caught her and placed her on a chair.

The black-haired Dragonborn took a step back, and souls from another plane looked at the girl with mixed emotions as she had been forty years ago—moonlight shining through the open window, casting between them, subtly darkening both parts of the room, illuminated only by a faint pale blue skylight— At the beginning, the soul of the other world did not realize that Afra's emotions had changed, no, it should be said that before they left, Afra's emotions were not what they thought they were. Does the lich know? maybe, but the soul of the other world is no longer an outsider who has just arrived in this plane, not to mention that it was a mature person before it lost its memory, and it knows very well that everyone has something to bear, and that the giving and help of others may be done with simple kindness, or for unspeakable reasons, but either way, it is not a reason for you to blame or complain - it was not aware of it before, it was its fault.

This is also the reason why the souls of the other world did not hesitate to release the spell when they realized that Afra's emotions had crossed the boundaries between the teacher and the disciple - or perhaps because of their relationship with the devil in the bottomless abyss for forty years, the soul of the other world was a little distressed to find that it had become very accustomed to using spells, swords, fists rather than words to solve problems.

Of course, it will not hurt Afra, at least, Afra is its youngest daughter, or sister, but this does not mean that it will accept Afra's love, this is simply an unbelievable thing for it, yes, it has nothing to do with the law, it has nothing to do with identity, it has nothing to do with preferences, and from a moral point of view, the soul of the other world will never accept it! Who is Afra, she is the daughter of Meimi and Gülen, that is, on another plane, she is a junior, and she belongs to the kind of person who will give out red envelopes during the New Year and take them to the amusement park on weekends. Not to mention that Afra's past life was incomplete, from the education she received, to what she saw and heard with her own eyes, none of them was correct and normal. If it weren't for Edelle's unexpected and whimsical behavior, the souls of the other world would have wanted to have a nine-year compulsory education first, and then another three years and three years, or four years, or six years, after all, their lives are almost endless, and Afra is only a teenager, and the soul master from another plane is confident that she can correct her misconceptions and thoughts. But as we can see, while he was busy fighting and eating with the devils and demons, Afra had completely lost any education - the harsh reality was always the best teacher.

- Can someone explain?

――What explanation do you want?

- I remember I didn't ask Afra......

- Neither do I, the lich said calmly.

-- But......

- You know, my dear cohabitant, the former immortal, said that I know that, in fact, the ownership of Kriffa is not in Afra's hands, and from the moment we leave, it has passed into the hands of Adair, who is the agent of your decision, not Afra, but Afra has it - I know that what you want is for Afra to be meekly protected and hidden like a real child, but obviously, no, she is not a child, not from the first time she received the magic tattoo - A child can't bear the pain and suffering, and the humiliation and threats of Gredy's priests, and if Afra were a child, she wouldn't have survived until we came to save her.

Why aren't you happy? Let's see--what are you expecting? yes, after coming out of such a long, never-ending, day-and-night war, you want to see a world of gentleness and tranquility, right, like the one you once had, you want Afra to grow up like an ignorant child, under the protection of Adelle, to marry a good human being, to have children, like a mediocre mortal You can find 10,000, 100,000, or a million of the kind, but alas, she has let you down, from the actions to the emotions.

But did you ever think that Afra was not only Glenn's child, but also Memmie's daughter, and half of our disciple, our creation, and she was destined to be extraordinary, above most people—you should accept her, accept the fact that what we had done had laid the foundation for her many years ago.

......

Maybe it's really me wrong. The otherworldly soul thought, and he turned to Afra, for a mortal, the long time of almost a lifetime had left no trace on them, at least, outwardly- Even the layout of the room, Afra and Cremar were dressed as they had been before they separated, Afra was wearing a loose robe covered with tight-fitting leather armor that opened at the chest to reveal a wrinkled and bulging silk inside, which made Afra's somewhat miserable flat chest rise and fall slightly, but it made her look more like a child—the kind smaller than a seventeen-year-old girl.

Afra's initial horror and anger had vanished, and she guessed why her mentor was doing this, with the audacity of any child, and she pursed her lips at the dark-haired Dragonborn, an action that would seem contrived to a grown woman, but to Afra, it would soften even the hardest-hearted person. Although the soul of the other world has been tempered in the bloody battle for decades, she still can't help but sigh, and then Afra realizes that she can move, she lowers her head, coughs, a small voice echoes in the room, and she grimaces at the ground again.

"I can see it, Afra. The black-haired Dragonborn said, stepping over to a chair at the other end of the room and taking a seat. As she unfastened her cloak, the white knee-length robe that shimmered in the darkness, Afra made a gesture, and the fluorite baffle on the wall stepped aside to reveal the glowing fluorite inside, and the room lit up.

The otherworldly spirit looked at Afra and could see what he wanted to say, but in the end he just gave her a stern look. If it were the other, Afra might have been a little scared, but the one in front of her, she might never be afraid of him—she knew that he loved her, and though it was for the elder for the child, or for the mentor for the disciple, or for the father for the daughter, and that it had nothing to do with the best of feelings, she would still approach him uncontrollably, and soak up the warmth of it—like a moth throwing herself into a flame.

Perhaps this is also the result of her hesitation - in enjoying this warm emotion, Afra wishes that time would stand still, but she will not be satisfied, she wants to be able to get more, she wants to have this precious heart completely, this exclusivity can only be satisfied by love--but in the current situation, she may be in a bit of a hurry.

"May I go to you?" said Afra in a whisper, her eyes filled with feverish, irritable, fearful emotions that seemed to have been buried in their deepest depths, replaced by a simple yearning and a little whining.

The otherworldly soul hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded, and Afra flew over, knelt beside him, and rested her head on his knees.

"You should come and see me in the morning. ”

"Why?" the otherworldly soul said curiously, "Is it because you want to rest?"

"No," Afra closed her eyes, resisting the urge to rub her cheeks, "If it was morning, we could have been together for a day and a night, but now, we only have half a night. ”

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When the morning light replaced the moonlight and entered the room, just a look, Afra knew that the body around her had been occupied by another soul, although this soul was the original owner of this body, but it did not affect Afra's opinion in the slightest—she was a child and a woman, and she could be willful. It's just that when facing that soul, she has to hide this willfulness - compared to the soul that Afra loves, this soul, a lich, a former immortal, whose cruelty Afra has already experienced.

"We've seen it," said the lich, "everything you do." ”

"You want me to do it. ”

"That's what you want. Said the lich.

―――――――――――――――――――― ending was a little modified, and it was made up in half an hour―――――――――――――――――――― and when the morning light replaced the moonlight and entered this room, just a look, Afra knew that the body around him had been occupied by another soul, although it was said that this soul was the original owner of this body, but it did not affect Afra's opinion in the slightest - she was a child, and a woman, she could be willful. It's just that when facing that soul, she has to hide this willfulness - compared to the soul that Afra loves, this soul, a lich, a former immortal, whose cruelty Afra has already experienced.

"We've seen it," said the lich, "everything you do." ”

"You want me to do it. ”

"That's what you want. Said the lich. When the morning light replaced the moonlight and entered the room, just a look, Afra knew that the body around her had been occupied by another soul, although this soul was the original owner of this body, but it did not affect Afra's opinion in the slightest—she was a child and a woman, and she could be willful. It's just that when facing that soul, she has to hide this willfulness - compared to the soul that Afra loves, this soul, a lich, a former immortal, whose cruelty Afra has already experienced.

"We've seen it," said the lich, "everything you do." ”

"You want me to do it. ”

"That's what you want. Said the lich. When the morning light replaced the moonlight and entered the room, just a look, Afra knew that the body around her had been occupied by another soul, although this soul was the original owner of this body, but it did not affect Afra's opinion in the slightest—she was a child and a woman, and she could be willful. It's just that when facing that soul, she has to hide this willfulness - compared to the soul that Afra loves, this soul, a lich, a former immortal, whose cruelty Afra has already experienced.

"We've seen it," said the lich, "everything you do." ”

"You want me to do it. ”

"That's what you want. Said the lich.