But Carsis knew this song.
No way.
Like men bewitched by the Siren's song.
Carsis walked towards the sound with a possessed expression.
And when he arrived, a woman was standing there.
“...”
The pungent smell of blood stings the tip of his nose, and the thick, bright red liquid seems like it will soak his shoes.
The person humming a song in the middle of the mixed corpses of someone who was once human was someone he knew well.
Under the sky dyed in orange twilight as the sun sets.
Dark green hair fluttering in the wind.
"... Miss?"
The humming sound suddenly stopped at Carsis's chanting.
Then the woman who had been touching her hair looked back.
“Hello? Carsis.”
A woman with dark green hair slicked back, no trace of blonde hair left, smiled at Carsis.
With an arrogant look overflowing with superiority.
And he knew at once who the woman with those eyes was.
“...Bellona.”
Bellona.
She's back.
A hot summer evening as the blazing sun was setting.
The air surrounding the two people was filled with heat.
“Bellona.”
The woman ran her hands through her hair as if she had heard something funny.
Despite wearing rags that could hardly be called clothes, the woman's face was overflowing with pride and dignity.
“Long time no see. That name...”
She answered after hearing Carsis's sigh-mixed mumbling.
He wiped the blood that had splattered on his cheek with his finger.
"However."
He couldn't take his eyes off the woman, who was like a blue flame contrasting with the red sunset. No, it would be more accurate to say that he was taken away.
“You are so insolent, Carsis. How dare you speak your master’s name so carelessly.”
Unlike her silky, soft voice, her eyes were oppressive.
“...”
Bellona approached Carsis with gentle steps, her tongue flicking the blood on her index finger.
She trampled the corpses strewn across the floor without a care.
Carsis clenched his fists as he looked at the pale yet somehow lively woman's face.
'You're back.'
The memories of Bellona that had disappeared.
At the same time that he felt joy and elation at finally finding her lost memories, a deep sense of despair came over Carsis.
As Carsis was chewing on the inside of his mouth, Bellona came within arm's length of him.
Then she ran her slender fingers over Carsis's face.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to call me by my name.”
Contrary to the words that seemed to scold Carsis, she seemed to be in quite a good mood, constantly giggling and laughing.
Her fingers slowly move down.
It passes through his thick eyebrows and sharply cut chin, which have a strange aura, and rests on his chest.
“Except on the bed.”
The hot breath from Bellona's mouth tickled Carsis's face.
As soon as the low whispering ended, Bellona grabbed Carsis by the neck.
It was a moment. A soft sensation covered Carsis' lips.
Soft, moist, succulent flesh began to slither around in his mouth.
While teasing and comforting him.
Bam.
With a snapping sound in his head, the sword he was holding in his right hand fell to the cold floor.
Then, he hugged Bellona.
One hand was running through her hair, and the other was stroking her lower back.
The intermittent sound of the field is followed by thick kisses accompanied by the sound of breathing.
A sharp pain and a bitter taste of iron were felt inside Carsis' mouth.
It was the blood of Carsis.
Carsis frowned at the familiar feeling and slowly opened his eyes.
Then, naturally, Bellona, who was sucking his blood, came into view.
Bellona bit Carsis's tongue and drank his blood.
Like a child trying to fill her hungry stomach.
It stayed like that for a long time.
As Bellona slowly moved away as if she had achieved her goal, a thin silver thread mixed with blood connected the two of them.
And Bellona, who had snatched it away with the back of her hand, asked Carsis.
“How are you feeling, my friend? Are you happy that I’m back?”
Carsis, who had been silent for a moment at her question, answered.
"...Yes."
"Lie."
But she continued speaking as if telling him not to think of fooling her.
“In my memories, you seemed to be having quite a bit of fun.”
“...”
“While I was living as Elizabeth with my memories lost.”
He looked into the woman's dark green eyes, which had become even darker than before.
Carsis couldn't deny Bellona's words.
Because everything she said was true.
<I won't be able to remember anything soon.>
In the past, when he first heard those words from Bellona, he couldn't understand what she was saying.
But as time went by and he saw her gradually erasing everything, from the most trivial incidents to things she absolutely could not forget, he had no choice but to admit it.
That she would really forget everything.
And the moment he realized that Bellona had lost her memory, just as she had predicted.
Contrary to expectations that it would be despair, the emotion that blossomed in him was joy.
If Bellona really doesn't remember anything.
If that really happens...
In a strange world where she knows nothing.
He might have been her only hope.
Just like he did.
The child's world was nothing but a garbage dump filled with disgusting smells.
The child's mother suddenly appeared in town while fully pregnant and died giving birth in a back alley.
A beggar took pity on the mother of the child who died without a proper funeral and was buried among other unclaimed corpses. The baby was left behind alone.
Even that beggar died not long after.
“Hey! You little beggar! How dare you steal something!”
“...”
He wasn't lucky that day.
The child usually lived on food scraps mixed in with trash that people threw away, but for the past few days, no food had been found in the trash.
Because of this, the child was starving after eating only weeds for several days.
And when his hunger reached its peak, the child went down to the village and could not resist the temptation of the bright red apples on the market stand.
“Business is already bad these days, so this is unlucky...!”
The owner, who had been holding the child's hand and striking it with the stick, shouted in an angry voice.
Then he grabbed the child by the collar and dragged him out.
“How can you sell something that was touched by such smelly hands?”
The child, who was covering the back of the hand that the fruit vendor had hit with his other hand as if it was in pain, raised his head and glared at the man.
Then, a red light sparkled through his long, tangled, messy black hair that had never been cut.
“This, this is...! You should be grateful that you were even allowed to live in a garbage dump! How dare you look at me with such eyes?”
The fruit vendor, who was even angrier at the child's fierce gaze, raised his club.
And that was when he was about to throw it at the child.
“Stop.”
A middle-aged man who had been watching the situation from a distance approached the two.
“Who, who are you?”
The fruit vendor swallowed dry saliva as he looked at the man who had suddenly appeared.
That was to be expected because, judging by the way he was dressed and the person standing next to him, who appeared to be a servant, he was definitely a nobleman.
And nobles were not a common sight in rural areas like this.
“Would you do something like that to a young child?”
The middle-aged gentleman clicked his tongue and scolded the fruit vendor.
“That, that’s it. That guy touched the fruits with his dirty hands, so I couldn’t do business...!”
The fruit vendor exaggerated the child's crimes, fearing that he might be blamed.
The gentleman, who had been absentmindedly looking at the fruit vendor, called out to the man next to him.
“Lintz.”
"Yes."
The servant of the gentleman next to him handed money to the fruit vendor.
“Ah, no, this much money...!”
The money the gentleman offered was more than the price of the apples the child had touched, and it was not enough to make money even if all the fruits on display were sold.
The man kept groaning and grumbling at the unexpected harvest.
“Thank you... ! But what is your relationship with this child...”
That's understandable because the child living in the garbage dump was a common orphan with no name.
Even the old beggar who had been raising the child had recently died, so there was no one to protect him.
No way.
Like men bewitched by the Siren's song.
Carsis walked towards the sound with a possessed expression.
And when he arrived, a woman was standing there.
“...”
The pungent smell of blood stings the tip of his nose, and the thick, bright red liquid seems like it will soak his shoes.
The person humming a song in the middle of the mixed corpses of someone who was once human was someone he knew well.
Under the sky dyed in orange twilight as the sun sets.
Dark green hair fluttering in the wind.
"... Miss?"
The humming sound suddenly stopped at Carsis's chanting.
Then the woman who had been touching her hair looked back.
“Hello? Carsis.”
A woman with dark green hair slicked back, no trace of blonde hair left, smiled at Carsis.
With an arrogant look overflowing with superiority.
And he knew at once who the woman with those eyes was.
“...Bellona.”
Bellona.
She's back.
A hot summer evening as the blazing sun was setting.
The air surrounding the two people was filled with heat.
“Bellona.”
The woman ran her hands through her hair as if she had heard something funny.
Despite wearing rags that could hardly be called clothes, the woman's face was overflowing with pride and dignity.
“Long time no see. That name...”
She answered after hearing Carsis's sigh-mixed mumbling.
He wiped the blood that had splattered on his cheek with his finger.
"However."
He couldn't take his eyes off the woman, who was like a blue flame contrasting with the red sunset. No, it would be more accurate to say that he was taken away.
“You are so insolent, Carsis. How dare you speak your master’s name so carelessly.”
Unlike her silky, soft voice, her eyes were oppressive.
“...”
Bellona approached Carsis with gentle steps, her tongue flicking the blood on her index finger.
She trampled the corpses strewn across the floor without a care.
Carsis clenched his fists as he looked at the pale yet somehow lively woman's face.
'You're back.'
The memories of Bellona that had disappeared.
At the same time that he felt joy and elation at finally finding her lost memories, a deep sense of despair came over Carsis.
As Carsis was chewing on the inside of his mouth, Bellona came within arm's length of him.
Then she ran her slender fingers over Carsis's face.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to call me by my name.”
Contrary to the words that seemed to scold Carsis, she seemed to be in quite a good mood, constantly giggling and laughing.
Her fingers slowly move down.
It passes through his thick eyebrows and sharply cut chin, which have a strange aura, and rests on his chest.
“Except on the bed.”
The hot breath from Bellona's mouth tickled Carsis's face.
As soon as the low whispering ended, Bellona grabbed Carsis by the neck.
It was a moment. A soft sensation covered Carsis' lips.
Soft, moist, succulent flesh began to slither around in his mouth.
While teasing and comforting him.
Bam.
With a snapping sound in his head, the sword he was holding in his right hand fell to the cold floor.
Then, he hugged Bellona.
One hand was running through her hair, and the other was stroking her lower back.
The intermittent sound of the field is followed by thick kisses accompanied by the sound of breathing.
A sharp pain and a bitter taste of iron were felt inside Carsis' mouth.
It was the blood of Carsis.
Carsis frowned at the familiar feeling and slowly opened his eyes.
Then, naturally, Bellona, who was sucking his blood, came into view.
Bellona bit Carsis's tongue and drank his blood.
Like a child trying to fill her hungry stomach.
It stayed like that for a long time.
As Bellona slowly moved away as if she had achieved her goal, a thin silver thread mixed with blood connected the two of them.
And Bellona, who had snatched it away with the back of her hand, asked Carsis.
“How are you feeling, my friend? Are you happy that I’m back?”
Carsis, who had been silent for a moment at her question, answered.
"...Yes."
"Lie."
But she continued speaking as if telling him not to think of fooling her.
“In my memories, you seemed to be having quite a bit of fun.”
“...”
“While I was living as Elizabeth with my memories lost.”
He looked into the woman's dark green eyes, which had become even darker than before.
Carsis couldn't deny Bellona's words.
Because everything she said was true.
<I won't be able to remember anything soon.>
In the past, when he first heard those words from Bellona, he couldn't understand what she was saying.
But as time went by and he saw her gradually erasing everything, from the most trivial incidents to things she absolutely could not forget, he had no choice but to admit it.
That she would really forget everything.
And the moment he realized that Bellona had lost her memory, just as she had predicted.
Contrary to expectations that it would be despair, the emotion that blossomed in him was joy.
If Bellona really doesn't remember anything.
If that really happens...
In a strange world where she knows nothing.
He might have been her only hope.
Just like he did.
***
The child's world was nothing but a garbage dump filled with disgusting smells.
The child's mother suddenly appeared in town while fully pregnant and died giving birth in a back alley.
A beggar took pity on the mother of the child who died without a proper funeral and was buried among other unclaimed corpses. The baby was left behind alone.
Even that beggar died not long after.
“Hey! You little beggar! How dare you steal something!”
“...”
He wasn't lucky that day.
The child usually lived on food scraps mixed in with trash that people threw away, but for the past few days, no food had been found in the trash.
Because of this, the child was starving after eating only weeds for several days.
And when his hunger reached its peak, the child went down to the village and could not resist the temptation of the bright red apples on the market stand.
“Business is already bad these days, so this is unlucky...!”
The owner, who had been holding the child's hand and striking it with the stick, shouted in an angry voice.
Then he grabbed the child by the collar and dragged him out.
“How can you sell something that was touched by such smelly hands?”
The child, who was covering the back of the hand that the fruit vendor had hit with his other hand as if it was in pain, raised his head and glared at the man.
Then, a red light sparkled through his long, tangled, messy black hair that had never been cut.
“This, this is...! You should be grateful that you were even allowed to live in a garbage dump! How dare you look at me with such eyes?”
The fruit vendor, who was even angrier at the child's fierce gaze, raised his club.
And that was when he was about to throw it at the child.
“Stop.”
A middle-aged man who had been watching the situation from a distance approached the two.
“Who, who are you?”
The fruit vendor swallowed dry saliva as he looked at the man who had suddenly appeared.
That was to be expected because, judging by the way he was dressed and the person standing next to him, who appeared to be a servant, he was definitely a nobleman.
And nobles were not a common sight in rural areas like this.
“Would you do something like that to a young child?”
The middle-aged gentleman clicked his tongue and scolded the fruit vendor.
“That, that’s it. That guy touched the fruits with his dirty hands, so I couldn’t do business...!”
The fruit vendor exaggerated the child's crimes, fearing that he might be blamed.
The gentleman, who had been absentmindedly looking at the fruit vendor, called out to the man next to him.
“Lintz.”
"Yes."
The servant of the gentleman next to him handed money to the fruit vendor.
“Ah, no, this much money...!”
The money the gentleman offered was more than the price of the apples the child had touched, and it was not enough to make money even if all the fruits on display were sold.
The man kept groaning and grumbling at the unexpected harvest.
“Thank you... ! But what is your relationship with this child...”
That's understandable because the child living in the garbage dump was a common orphan with no name.
Even the old beggar who had been raising the child had recently died, so there was no one to protect him.
But ignoring the fruit vendor's words, the nobleman picked up a ripe red apple from his stall and handed it to the child.
The child, who accepted the apple with his small hands, began to bite into it without anyone being able to stop him.
The gentleman's gaze shifted to the child who was hastily eating an apple, making a crunching sound.
Then, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
“Your eyes are so red.”
The child, who accepted the apple with his small hands, began to bite into it without anyone being able to stop him.
The gentleman's gaze shifted to the child who was hastily eating an apple, making a crunching sound.
Then, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
“Your eyes are so red.”
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