When Ivas awoke, she realized that she was lying in Miss Bayard's arms.

Their postures are odd.

Bayard took off his shoes and sat on a soft bench in the tavern's private room, his back against the cold wall. The Shadow Fiend has returned to the shadow of Aihuath.

Ivas lay in her arms like a rag doll, her slender waist held tightly by one hand, and the back of her head rested on Miss Bayard's chest. Bayard also tucked the outer leg away, and bent his knee slightly to block the girl lying on top of him. Prevent Ivas from falling asleep and rolling straight down with a grunt.

Although the Child of the Moon is also a corpse that has come back from the dead, it is not an undead after all. Unlike Shadow Fiend, which is as cold and piercing as winter iron, Bayard's body is warm.

At this moment, Bayard closed his eyes and breathed calmly. She sniffed at the scent of Ivace's hair...... It was the delicate scent of the citrus scented shampoo used in the Arcmoon Manor.

Citrus is said to induce the appetite of the child of the moon, so this is probably an appetizing design.

Sensing the change in Aihuas's breathing, Bayard also immediately opened his eyes: "Awake? ”

“…… How did I fall asleep? ”

Ivus had just woken up, still a little dazed.

This body is too weak. Not only is it weak, but there may have been some problems with the body. Ivus is not yet able to use the Ritual Fire Method to restore his state...... This made her wake up with a headache that she hadn't felt for a long time.

This may also be due to a cold, or it may be that the body has been burdened with too much food after a long time of eating.

“…… Are you a fragment? ”

Bayard was a little surprised: "Can you break it when you drink beer?" Or is it because the broth is too full? ”

Now that Iwass struggled to remember, he couldn't remember exactly when he had fallen asleep.

The last memory left in her mind was Miss Bayard revealing her identity, sighing sadly, "Thankfully none of this is true."

This made Ivus raise his head intently, and subconsciously touched upward. Bayard subconsciously tilted his head back, trying to avoid Ivus's touch. But she reacted quickly, and instead bowed her head slightly, allowing Ivus to touch her face more easily.

"I'll remember you."

Ivus replied earnestly, "It's not just Miss Bayard, it's not just my Shadow Fiend...... It's unique.

"If that's the case, you're not just an afterimage, a fictional puppet. You will be as engaged with me and remembered by me as everyone else. ”

Hearing this, Bayard was slightly stunned.

She laughed a little helplessly: "Sure enough, you are indeed broken." ”

“…… What? ”

"You've said that once before."

Bayard chuckled softly, picked up Ivas directly, and sat on her side to put her back on her shoes: "But again, I won't get tired of hearing it." ”

As she spoke, she changed her shoes as well.

Then he rubbed Ivas's face vigorously and woke her up. She smiled wickedly at her angry shouts of "don't pinch my face just after putting on my shoes" and laughed heartily.

She held out her hand to Ewas, "Do you want to go shopping?" The night of this era...... It's almost three o'clock in the morning, but there should still be some places to play. Even if it is a false thing, it can bring people a 'beautiful' experience. This is probably the reason why the twin mirror pursues perfection. ”

Pursuit of perfection......

Ivus smiled.

Amber is the "perfect eternal god".

"Do you have a place you want to take me to?"

Ivus asked rhetorically, putting his hand on his hand.

Bayard thought for a while, lowered his head and smiled, "It should be gone." This is what I want to bring you here. ”

"Then let's go back."

"Okay."

Bayard nodded slightly.

The short-lived fate of this encounter should also come to an end.

When they first met, the coldness and arrogance on her face had already dissipated. Her brows are no longer always locked, and her eyebrows no longer hold contempt and scrutiny for others.

Today's Bayard is more like a young and ordinary girl than the famous tycoon of the empire and the sole controller of Bayard Investment Group.

- Those false things will one day dissipate like smoke. They are neither beautiful nor eternal.

At that point, the only thing left is ...... That is, the imprint you leave in the hearts of others.

If there is anything in this false world that is only true, it is probably these marks. And among all the imprints, only love and hope are eternal.

For "Bayard", who has abandoned the light, all she can leave behind is traces of "love".

Remember me...... Ewass. If so, I will survive.

Bayard had her real name in mind. It was the girl's real name when she had just gotten drunk.

Since you are as strong as you, you are also wondering if you are a false thing...... Then I'm going to be strong.

Oh, seeing others suffer more than you can alleviate the depression in your heart. Such vile and cowardly deserves to be me.

Bayard smiled self-deprecatingly and squeezed Evas's hand. It was like holding the shadow of Ivus.

And at this moment, on the other side.

A little girl with silver-white hair was staggering through the secret passage, hunched over her waist.

That's the philosopher.

Her face was gloomy, and her mood was suppressed by a heavy killing intent, so that the blue light in her eyes that belonged to the path of wisdom could barely light up - the path of wisdom is a path that can only be fully resonated with by maintaining absolute reason, and she obviously does not belong to this at this moment.

Finding out where the secret passage was, she wasted too much time. And even then, she still couldn't find out where her two teammates were—they all seemed to have disappeared out of nowhere.

It can't be killed, the philosopher thought with malice.

She had just watched a dismemberment, and the dismembered youth seemed to be, probably the Lady of the Furnace.

She was a decent person, unable to accept this evil and depraved ritual, and she was noble and unwilling to put down her body to play her role, so she scolded directly. And this energetic act aroused the interest of the children of the moon...... After a simple hunt, he became the "protagonist" of the banquet.

The main job of the philosopher is that of a demonic scholar, and of course he does not feel uncomfortable. But realizing that the Tsukiko can eat people in addition to sucking blood makes her horrified and truly aware of the dangers of the ritual.

The young man's eyeballs were turned into snacks, and his liver was cut and plated. He was auctioned off at a high price and served as a banquet dinner, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.

But the philosopher knew that the children of the moon did not need to eat people to survive. It's just an atrocity that the monsters are interested in.

Even demon scholars don't take such evil things lightly. Although demon scholars also kill, steal corpses, execute and even torture the living, their purpose is ultimately for ritual materials. It is true that there are rituals that require human corpses to die in agony, and there are materials that are imbued with evil in themselves.

But demonic scholars have a purpose after all...... But the children of the moon are only wielding unbridled malice.

- Even the demon scholars think you're too extreme!

I really can't get along with my teammates...... Forced to helpless, she could only rely on herself to enter the "private room". In order to facilitate her escape, she chose a room that was remote enough and close to the end.

As a result, her body almost became tattered.

It made her almost angry - how vile, disgusting, terrible monsters would dare to do such a thing to me! Do you know who I am, stupid scum!

And just thinking about the fact that this depraved monster accounted for nearly half of the votes in the upper council of the Iris Kingdom, she felt that the Iris people were so disgusting.

She couldn't help but cough at the thought of being out of breath.

And she coughed up the blood foam, and then the bloody phlegm - proof that she almost died in that room.

- When I get back, I'll have to put more pressure on the irises.

No, you'll have to find a way to start a war against the irises!

Get rid of the Children of the Moon!

A race disgusting to this extent does not deserve to exist in this world!

The philosopher, a lieutenant general of the army and an earl, thought hatefully.

Update complete! Nearly 8,000 words of update!

Tomorrow will be sent after writing and then posted, let the cat sleep naturally in the morning...... So it shouldn't be updated at twelve o'clock, but three chapters should come out at six o'clock in the evening!

Asking for a ticket~

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