Stray

    Irritability

    Jesse Dylan knew very well that at the moment he decided to take this human back from death, his identity would be difficult to keep. If the other party is an ignorant child or an ignorant commoner, he can come up with countless excuses for coaxing.

    Adrien Cross was different, having fought around as the Judge Knight Commander. He is probably the person in the world who is most familiar with "death" itself.

    No matter how exaggerated the religion is, they dare not declare that "our God will revive the dead".

    After all, even Nemo Wright couldn't heal the human body that had begun to die gradually. That one can keep the body alive, but the thing that survives will never be the original "human being" - although his Venus star 80% doesn't know about it, but combined with "Jesse Dylan" With all the previous performances, his identity is really not too difficult to guess.

    Jessie rubbed her cheeks with both hands and looked at the person standing opposite.

    Adrian Cross stood upright, his black monk uniform clinging to his upper body, making him look like a pitch-black dagger nailed to the ground.

    The eyes are as always, calm and serious.

    "I have a question for you, Chenni." The devout believers are calling God's name, not a temptation, Adrian's tone is full of affirmation.

    But the star in my mind still did not flicker.

    This human is not normal.

    Jesse knew this for a long time, but now seeing the calm Adrian, he couldn't help repeating it to himself. Out of some subtle emotion, he rescued Adrian and forced to continue this meaningless observation.

    However, instead of diminishing, his frustration became stronger.

    He began to wonder what expression to use to face this human being. Having watched countless people, he even knew how to deal with the craziest and the most unreasonable. A "beautiful" face from a human perspective is his weapon, and with the right expression, he can go anywhere.

    Maybe she should sneer, show disdain and arrogance. Or maybe he should put a clean smile on his face and trick the brainless knight.

     But Jessie rubbed her face for a long time, only to feel that everything suddenly became boring.

    Never mind.

    The white mist flickered, and the beautiful youth with disheveled clothes disappeared again. The huge white beast lowered its head and looked down at the human in front of him, with no expression on its hairy face.

    "Ask." He responded unemotionally.

    "Why?" The human raised his head, his expression still damned calm.

    A simple question. Jesse let out a breath.

    Why did you come, why did you come to the rescue, why did you do things that were meant to shake him... The answer is the same.

    "Because of boredom," Jesse replied, lowering the gigantic beast's head lower.

    At this distance, as long as you open your mouth, you can easily bite the other person's head, just like biting a cherry. Jesse thought casually, and the thought gave him an unconscious tinge of murder that he didn't even bother to hide.

    This answer is undoubtedly cruel and murderous. But Adrian didn't blink.

    "I'm not the 'God' you love, and I don't love you either." After a few seconds of pause, Jesse continued. "Did I say it? Don't die easily. You didn't keep your promise, now the game is over."

    The words are so cold, but his stars are still the same.

    I can't calculate, I can't speculate, I can't see through human thoughts, and the sense of loss of control makes him a little annoyed. Jesse flicked its tail—the huge white tail directly smashed the small table beside it into small pieces of wood, and the vase on the table smashed into the wood pieces and shattered into several large pieces.

    The water in the bottle spreads on the carpet, the thin coral red carpet gradually darkens, and the flowers and debris seem to lie on a pool of blood.

    No irritation or disappointment, Adrian just smiled.

    "You don't love me, I know," he said, eerily calm. "I've always known. Whether it was the first encounter, Jesse the Black Badge before, or you now. But there's one thing I don't agree with."

    Jesse pulled his tail back to his side, and the beast's pupils were slit into slits in the sunlight.

    "You are indeed the 'God' I love."

    "It's just self-righteous love. It's not what I really look like, it's better to be an atheist... Believers who have seen what I really look like, no one can maintain reason at present. No matter how strong the faith is, the end is the same Yes." He responded nonchalantly.

    "I see." Adrien replied calmly, not wanting to prove himself.

    Irritated.

    Jesse flicked her tail again, this time smashing a side window. The castle itself was high up, and the cold autumn wind suddenly poured into the room.

    Adrian Cross is still the same, no matter how exaggerated he does, this human is always calm.

    Maybe things have come to the point where he should show this ignorant human being to see his true body - even if this human being is not good at enjoyment and cannot be defeated by human instinctual desires, he will always Shaken in instinctual fear.

    For some reason, Jesse didn't really want to do that.

    He wasted a piece of flesh and blood, if Adrian really went crazy so quickly, it would not do him any good. He tried to explain it to himself—it was supposed to be his trump card, his last resort. Before that, he still had time to find another way to make that unusual star twinkle.

    He doesn't want to admit defeat, especially to a human who has only existed for about thirty years.

    The long-haired tail swept unpleasantly slowly, and the room was a mess. Adrian was still staring at him, wondering what he was thinking.

    Finally, the human acted.

    The former judge knight stretched out his arms and put his hands on either side of the long wolf-like mouth.

    This action made the side of her nose itch, and Jesse wrinkled her nose in annoyance, revealing her long fangs. Up to now, he is not even in the mood to maintain a human form, let alone pretend to be kind.

    The creator of his frustration, the young knight, leaned forward slightly—

    Not with a devotion-like devotion, nor a fanatical obsession. Just like kissing the petals of a flower, Adrian Cross gently kissed the fangs.

    Soft, warm lips brushed against sharp-edged teeth with a single touch.

    "Thanks for your candor, I think you got one thing wrong."

    After withdrawing his hands, the human knight said with a smile.

    "It has nothing to do with your looks, personality or motives. I did ask you why, but it was just a curiosity, not an expectation. I don't need you to respond to anything, nor beautify Any fact. I live my way, just as you live your way."

    No prayers, no formal teachings. He just kept smiling.

    "Just to confirm that you do exist - it's already romantic to me."

    After saying that, he even stretched out his warm fingers and touched the cold nose of the beast, and said with a smile: "May the glory of Chenni live forever."

    There is no cure.

     Just as Jesse was about to shake her head, the door was opened again, and Ann returned to the room first.

    The female warrior's solemn gaze swept across the messy bedroom, turned around on the huge beast, and finally stabbed at Adrian by the window.

    "Cross," Ann pointed solemnly to the white beast. "Where did this come from—"

    Looking at her mouth shape, she seemed to want to habitually spit out the word "beast". But after not seeing her for more than a month, the Queen of Alban was obviously tortured by the etiquette training, and she swallowed the word abruptly.

    "Where's Dylan, was it eaten by it?" She continued to ask seriously.

    "You're so funny, lovely lady." Jesse responded dryly.

    Ann gasped.

    "Follow me, Oliver will be here soon. I need someone to explain this to me first."

    She glanced at the snow-white soft long hair, and was speechless.

    "...I hope you don't run naked in my house now, Dylan." Ann added earnestly.

    “…”

     Less than ten minutes later, Oliver led the grey parrot into the door. He first turned around to thank the maid who led the way politely, closed the door of the conference room, and finally turned around.

    There is a large round table in the spacious room, and the servants have prepared snacks and drinks in advance. It's just that there are only two people sitting at the round table that can accommodate at least twenty people.

    Except for the former knight commander who was quietly drinking tea, and the queen who was stern. The huge white beast was resting its long mouth on the wooden table, gazing at Adrian's expression for a while, and then squinting at the full tray of snacks.

    Oliver would not mistake Jesse, for now, in his eyes, Jesse Dylan was as different from other creatures as fire and ice. So he simply nodded and placed the bagelmoru on his shoulder next to the snack tray.

    "I don't like this."

    The grey parrot finally spoke, sounding terribly frustrated.

    "I like something milder, and Wright never misplaces it."

    “…Sorry.” Oliver muttered.

    The grey parrot lowered its head, walked to another plate of dim sum, and stuck its whole head in, acting like an ostrich.

    "Looks like I'm the only one in this room surprised by this thing." Ann pointed to Jesse, keenly grasping the point. "I need an explanation."

    "I died in my previous mission." It was Adrian who spoke first.

    The former trial knight commander added some milk to his teacup, and then pushed the snack tray beside him to Jesse's mouth.

    Jesse looked away and moved his mouth away.

    "...This joke is not funny." Ann's expression was blank for a moment. "Cross, you're not fit to tell jokes."

    "I'm not going to lie. Execution Meteor of the Radis, you should have heard of that spell."

    "Execution of the shooting star? 'Break the heart, only death can stop it'. Of course I know, but that can't be—"

    "Jesse Dillon saved me." Adrian took a sip of tea, sounding not in a bad mood. "In other words, Denny saved me."

    He glanced at An: "It's not a metaphor, it's literally."

    While listening to him, Ann was still holding those long white hairs with a good feel. As soon as she said this, she pulled her hand back with a swoosh, like teeth popping out of those hairs.

    "What?" She licked her ears.

    "This is Danny."

    "I see, I'm still awake." Ann's tone was very determined, she leaned back into the soft chair and raised her head. "Goodnight everybody."

    Oliver forced a smile: "Ann."

    "If it's a joke you guys made together," Ann opened one eye and looked at Jesse, who rolled her tongue out for a snack. "You're all **** up, do you hear? It's **** up."

    She tried to lighten her tone, but no one smiled apologetically, or jumped up and declared that it was just to liven up the mood. Even Bagelmore continued to bury his head in the almond biscuit, motionless.

    "...are you serious?" After a full five minutes of silence, Ann's voice trembled a little.

    "Hmm." Oliver lowered his gaze. "Sorry, Ann, I've been hiding it from you. If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Cross should have just found out. Bagelmore and I knew about it earlier. You know, this thing... not very good. speak."

    "Denny." Ann looked erratically at the white beast with her mouth resting on the table, "Although I'm not religious, it's too... I mean, even though I believe in the existence of God ,But…"

    She froze in shock, her expression twitching.

    Oliver carefully pulled out a chair and sat down, trying not to make too much noise. Ann's mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, like a fish struggling in the desert air.

    "You told Bagelmore, not me."

    After struggling for ten minutes, her voice became even more stupefied.

    "Why? I'm definitely more trustworthy than that parrot - don't deny it, since you know it, Nemo certainly knows it too. If Clos knows it too, then it's not just the two of us being blindsided In the drum?!"

    "Yes, sorry." Oliver did not defend himself.

    "And you, Clos." Ann's tongue seemed to be out of control, even her intonation was not very accurate, and her pronunciation was like a drunkard. "If that's Danny, you... how could you be..."

    "This is not the first time we met. If you are interested, I can tell you after the meeting." Adrian sighed and pushed the beast's nose, which also approached with doubts, away . "I'm more concerned with other issues."

    He looked at Oliver with a burning gaze.

    "I don't think Mr. Dylan... Denny will tell you or Mr. Wright who he is. Bagelmore is not a high-level demon, and it is impossible for him to find out about it. Then It should have been discovered by the two of them on their own."

    An blinked, shook her head violently, and managed to regain some thoughts.

    "And this, while sensational, is not a 'bad thing' to tell us."

    Adrian's eyes grew sharper.

    "Since you didn't tell us, it means that the way you two learned about it is not very convenient. Miss Savage and I are very clear about the anomaly caused by the Withering Castle. If you are the discoverer , and did not conceal our motives. Now that Mr. Wright is in the abyss, you are in such a situation..."

    "I asked directly, Mr. Ramon. Who is Nemo Wright? . . . or what?"

    Oliver held his breath, and the head of the tumbleweed who insisted on staring at the teacup in front of him finally raised his face.

    No hesitation, no hesitation. Oliver took a light breath, and when he spoke again, his voice was very clear.

    "He is the 'Demon King' as the surface speaks."

    He said in a very solemn tone.

    “…and I still love him to this day.”

    The author has something to say:

    Jessie: ? ? ? your attitude

    Jessie: Do you remember you slept with me (…

    Knight Commander: .

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    Ann: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, are you kidding me? ? !

    Jesse: This is the right attitude (*へ*)