“...... Is there anything I can do to help?" Beverly couldn't bear to look at it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Probably...... Without. Lucina's expression was in a trance: "...... You can't help, Beverly. ”

“...... Yes, too. Beverly closed her eyes, feeling very uncomfortable.

Lutha wept silently, curled up on the ground, and let out a slight sob. The pain was unbearable for her to endure any longer, and every second seemed like an hour.

The beautiful white wings of light behind it now look very terrifying.

The inheritors of phantom wings are all born cursed and blessed.

While these Ayas were blessed by the angels and strengthened, they also had to bear pain. This is accompanied by physical weakness and vision loss...... and the pain that always occurs in the middle of the night and erupts from time to time during the day.

The angels carry the sins of the world. The pain of sin must be borne by them.

Aya is a descendant of the Angels. Embodied in them is the emergence of phantom wings.

Lusa's knife had fallen to the ground before. She lay on the ground, groping with her blind eyes, and finally Lucina handed it over in a trembling voice.

Lutha gasped and took the knife, trembling all over, her hand shaking so hard that she couldn't hold the weapon. Lusa struggled to her knees, raising her weapon and stabbing her thighs with both hands. But even so, she only shed tears and did not make any wails.

Lusha's thighs were thin, and because Aya's flesh was fragile (it was easy to tear off a piece with her hand), the knife went so deep that it was difficult to pull it out. She gripped the hilt of the knife and sobbed and stirred the blade, inflicting an increasingly severe penetrating wound on her leg. Self-harm allowed her to face the torture of phantoms a little more soberly.

The snow-white thighs have been dyed red. His bare ankles were soaked in pools of blood flowing from his abdomen.

The room was filled with the scent of Aya's blood.

This suddenly reminded Beverly of another Aya.

That's April, Carnet's master. Ever since listening to Loelle's song, their memories of Canette have come back.

April, is a succubus and a nebuta (both of whom are night demons who tend to have a good relationship with the Ebon and are very friendly humanoid monsters). Speaking of which, it's quite a coincidence - Gerald, the head of their academy, is a bloodfiend and werewolf half-blood.

Presumably, many demon hunters are born with monster blood. This also has a high success rate when receiving the Magic Eye, and there is no need to change to the blood of the monster.

Aya, Succubus, and Sandman are all races that are born with the ability to charm, but to different degrees.

Because she is mixed with the pure Aya, April's control over lust (succubus, you know) and sleep desire (nebuta is a female monster that likes to sleep and can also devour people's dreams) is still very strong.

Otherwise, April wouldn't have stayed at the academy and would have gone out every day to find a target. Succubi are generally very easy to get along with, and their personalities are usually very integrated into society. It's just that the innate nature of their race has led some people to look at them in a discriminatory light.

Beverly still thinks that Lutha is pitiful, so she pulls out Wind Stagnation and wants to create a Wind Blade to help Lusa heal her wounds. However, the moment she wanted to cast the spell, a chill immediately swept over her heart, making her heart sink.

Isn't that okay either...... Beverly immediately put away her weapon honestly, and was even a little annoyed: the curse tube is too wide!

"Now is not the right time...... I'd better go back. Beverly felt that she couldn't say anything in this situation, so she reluctantly chose to leave. And just when she was about to leave, she suddenly noticed that the light wings on Lusha's back had disappeared.

"......?" Beverly noticed the change in light and darkness, and turned her head to look at Lusa.

The exhausted Aya gasped for air, as if the pain had passed. She was sobbing and wiping her tears with her hands. Lucina hurried to pick her up.

"Are you alright, Lusa?" Beverly looked at Lusa uneasily, hesitating to get closer.

“...... Well. Lusha hung her head, as if she didn't want to look at Beverly, "That...... Don't come near me......"

Somehow, Beverly just didn't feel reconciled. So she wanted to try again.

She always felt a little too strange...... This curse is too sensitive to Lusa's closeness, isn't it?

This time, however, Beverly approached again and hugged the terrified Lusa—an act that Beverly had deliberately sensed and found that it had triggered the curse warning, but although it was strong, it was not as violent as it had just been encountered. Beverly gently put down the bloody girl, and her heart became worried again: there was no such strong curse warning when she came into contact with Lusa before, and the situation of this child being infested by the curse was indeed greatly worse.

It's just that just now, probably because of the phantom reaction, the curse was additionally strengthened.

"......" Beverly sighed as Lucina began to dress Lusa with a distressed expression. The blood on Aya's body began to disintegrate into a faint glow, but Rutha was still exhausted.

Lusa's legs were already dressed in black stockings and Aiya's small leather shoes made of silk to prevent friction. Some of the unbroken blood stained it and quickly disappeared.

"That...... Speaking of which, what are you here for?" Seemingly not caring that she was being looked at, Lucina turned her head and asked Beverly in confusion while feeling sorry for Lusa: "It feels like you're here for some reason." ”

"Can you put on your clothes before talking?" Beverly stared at Lucina, who was naked, feeling that the atmosphere was a little inappropriate for communication.

"Oh yes...... Lucina blushed a little, as if she felt a rare sense of shame. So she hurriedly began to find the dress, which was put on in less than three seconds: Aya's clothes were easy to wear.

As far as Aya had to wear light silk and enough contact with the air to ensure that she could fly: miniskirts (sometimes called short skirts) and backless vests (not full-backed) that were best suited for petite women and lolias, all of which were silky and easy to wear. Just a set of proficient ones will do.

"That...... You've seen that people are gone, don't you want to give some hush money......" Lucina seemed to feel more embarrassed the more she thought about it, and began to squirm with Beverly like this.

"......" Beverly shut.

"Actually, five dollars is fine. Lucina hurriedly gave in.

"............" Beverly still ignored her.

"Cut...... If you don't do it, you won't do it. Lucina hung her head and hugged Lusa like a pillow, stroking her sister's back very attachmentfully: "...... Lusa...... It really scared me to wake me up in the middle of the night...... The phantom, I thought I'd never see it on Lusa again. ”