86. Racing Hearts
Even though it was far away when I received the call, it was still quite close to the school where my disciple and his girlfriend were enjoying their youth. I had to do something befitting a master.
So, when we finally arrived at the destination after rushing, there were heretics I hadn't seen in a long time.
They had been quiet for a while, but over the past few months, the shadowy figures had started showing their faces again.
It was annoying, but then again, it made sense.
They weren't the type to just disappear. Since the great one's activity period, they've been stubbornly alive. They wouldn't vanish suddenly.
Betrayers and traitors born over long centuries. Their unfocused eyes were directed at him.
The Guardian stood silently, taking a stance. The staff was in his pocket. He didn't use it much in battle. It was much better to punch with his fist instead of chanting spells during combat.
Iron body. Guardian Cedric.
Simultaneously as he threw his bear-like body, the ground cracked.
...
When he twisted the last neck, he felt like he was a bit late.
Nearby, there was a structure that looked like a tower rising up, made of jet-black crystal. Corpses were scattered around it.
It wasn't Cedric who did that. They had stabbed their own hearts with knives. It must have been some kind of ritual.
'Is this to buy time...'
Thinking about the eyes of the previous heretics who had disappeared, it was exactly that. Throwing themselves to block the Guardian, and the remaining ones to proceed with the ritual. Blind obedience to a single ironclad rule. A familiar technique.
'The crow is still alive... What happened to the others.'
These were the ones who had been quiet since the child kidnapping incident in the mountains long ago. I don't know what happened to them or how their internal affairs changed. From the testimonies and circumstances of the children at that time, there was definitely internal conflict.
At that time, these openly active ones weren't like this.
Of course, it was a good thing. Heretics should be exterminated one by one as they appear. No need to overthink it.
Cedric casually jumped over the surrounding corpses and approached the crystal tower.
Approximately over 10 meters high. Looking up, the jet-black energy contracted and expanded repeatedly. Inside the colorless transparent crystal, it moved gracefully.
"This is..."
His old face frowned deeply.
I had seen this before with my disciple. In a completely different region from here. I had expected it to be the work of the Shadow Cult, but now it was confirmed.
Cedric stared quietly at the tower. In that gaze, there was bitterness along with long years.
Shaking his body back and forth, the new air coming in through the gaps slightly cooled his heat.
Then, contact was made again, and it warmed up.
It was a story between legs and legs.
It was the story between Sugar's thigh area and Ryly's thigh.
Next to the greenhouse where the scent of grass and birdsong created a comfortable atmosphere. In that sparsely populated place, Sugar was sitting on top of Ryly. It had become a completely natural pose now.
Human body heat was really warm, so if they stuck together, they would get addicted to it. In a sparsely populated place, there was a high probability that Sugar would climb on top.
Ryly had been giving in without complaint lately. That was good.
'But... Today, he's acting strangely again.'
Sugar looked at Ryly's eyes. With that gaze, they were looking at each other. Even so, the blue eyes didn't seem to see Sugar. Just blankly, as if thinking about something deeply.
She waved her hand in front of his eyes.
No reaction.
"Ryly."
She called his name.
No reaction.
She poked his cheek.
No reaction.
'Eh... What's this...?'
It had happened often when he was young. He had a tendency to get lost in something endlessly.
His playful side stirred.
First, his face. She wrapped Ryly's slender jawline with both hands and rubbed it around. The slightly frowning face broke according to Sugar's hand movements.
"Hehe..."
It was revenge for pinching his cheeks as usual.
After rubbing it thoroughly, she moved her hand down to touch his Adam's apple. She stroked the neckline with her fingers.
Then, she loosened the tie a bit. Through the gap, a button appeared. The top button of the shirt.
She undid it with a tap.
One was a pity, so one more.
Sugar's eyes sparkled. She had a look of discovering something very interesting. Ryly always buttoned up to the end of his neck and wore the tie. He maintained a neat appearance, so this loosened look was hard to see.
She immediately pulled the tie completely off and unbuttoned the shirt collar.
The man's collarbone was clearly visible.
Sugar trembled and placed her hand there. First, lightly touch with fingers. The protruding bone was hard.
"Waaah..."
She immediately pressed her nose. Not like usual, smelling over the shirt, but skin to skin scent. Haaah. Sugar let out a moan. The man's scent wafting on warm skin made her head weird.
"Ryly, Ryly, Ryly..."
Calling the name and rubbing his cheeks vigorously. Ryly, who no one could stop, could enjoy infinitely. Isn't that the best?
She got lost in ecstasy and whispered sweet names in his ear. She pressed her nose to the back of his neck and sniffed. She expressed her desires wildly.
"Uuh... uuhuh..."
It was a sight that didn't differ from a pervert committing sexual assault. Sugar, who would turn weird if not stopped.
But then, suddenly, the movement stopped. The silence was a bit scary. Rationality returned slightly by fear.
Sugar looked up at Ryly.
"..."
Even so, he was still staring straight ahead like before.
Sugar made a sad face.
"Ryly... Why are you like this... Is there something bothering you?"
She should have gotten angry or responded, but with no reaction, it was scary.
Maybe I did something wrong? Got tired of me?
Was it because I always teased and acted on my own that made him angry? Did he think I was a clingy annoying woman?
Fear bred more fear, so rationality flew away again due to that fear.
Sugar guessed and hugged his face. Hooeng. It was a bonus that she made strange sounds.
"Ryly..."
Whining like that, soon a hand wrapped around her waist was felt. Big, warm hand. Ryly's hand.
"Ah! You came back to your senses!"
"Sugar. I have something to say to you."
The man's focus was properly on Sugar. Even though the tie and buttons were loosened, Sugar had rubbed her body all over, so her unique sweet scent was wafting. But this is for later punishment, now the important talk comes first.
With that serious gaze, Sugar's cheeks blushed a bit.
"W-what?"
"This weekend, two days. Can you spare some time?"
"Weekend? Of course I can. But why...?"
"I want to go somewhere."
Can I spare time for a few days?
I want to go somewhere?
What is this guy.
Even though we were always together on weekends, this serious invitation. Seeing his attitude, it was quite serious, and my heart was weird.
"...Just the two of us?"
"Yeah. Just the two of us."
So, this, that?
That?
'Date!'
Also two days. A trip for one night two days? What, what. Really. The man had become like this. Making such invitations. What, really.
Where were they going? Sea? Lake? Mountain range? What tourist spots around Stille. It wouldn't be too far to go and come back in a weekend. Anyway, a trip with Ryly, anywhere was fine.
'One night two days... One night two days...'
Sugar's lips curled up happily but then stopped abruptly.
One night two days.
Come back after sleeping one night.
Outside with Ryly, camping overnight.
"..."
Her cheeks turned completely red.
'Eh, eh. The room would be separate, right. No matter how close we are... That much... That much... Right?'
Sugar somehow rubbed her thighs against Ryly's legs and hesitated.
If this man used the wish coupon to say they would share a room, or if he seriously requested without that, or some other thing-
'Ah! What am I thinking!'
She shook her head. We are just friends. A family-like relationship where we exchanged staffs as gifts. No matter how often we are together, it's never that kind of relationship.
Even if we occasionally do cheeky pranks, it's just a prank. We say we should keep our distance, don't we?
So, it's a ridiculously foolish and chaotic thought. After all, Ryly wouldn't do that.
It's not okay to be lewd!
Sugar, who had decided with a feeling like Ian's possession, swallowed once and opened her mouth.
"F-for now, where do you want to go...?"
The accommodation can be thought about later. The most important thing is the travel destination.
To travel? It's been a long time. In this lifetime, I've never done this.
As someone who had lived in Seongdo for many years, Ryly's invitation was very happy. The thought that he was thinking of her during this time made her happy. With affectionate eyes, she looked at Ryly, and soon he answered.
"The Heresy Interrogation Room."
"...Eh?"
A short but clear word.
The heart that was floating with excitement dropped.
Still, still. I might have misheard.
"Say it one more time?"
"The Heresy Interrogation Room. Something has come up that requires your help."
"..."
Sugar slightly pulled her body that was pressed against him.
Her lips slowly went down and soon became expressionless.