Demon Lord Priest II

This question was still unanswered until Ulysses walked out of the dormitory area, walked through the petal-covered ramp, and came to the gate of the Shining Academy branch.

In my memory, the soft black straight long hair and the fiery gasp were intertwined with dreamy colors. It was a completely different scent from Aya, Mihalu and the others, a more mature and seductive adult female scent.

"Bang!" The heart beat faster involuntarily. Ulysses tried to erase the vivid impression from his mind, but found that it would only make him more and more annoyed.

The more he wanted to forget, the more profound the memory of that night, to the point of almost hallucinations, as if the mysterious witch Mayfair from the south was less than ten meters away from him.

The breeze blows, and you can even smell the familiar fragrance.

Huh? Fragrant? Ulysses couldn't help but stopped, looking at the slender figure leaning against the shadow of the tall book.

She looked to be resting, with lingering tiredness in her black eyes. The rings on the hands and feet seemed to be a little thicker than when they first met, and they looked new.

Those slender legs are still so straight and strong, even when they are resting, they don't feel any slack, and it seems that they can kick a fatal blow at any time.

The clothes that wrapped her luxurious body were no longer the leather armor with an exotic style, but a slightly loose cross witch costume, with a complex pattern next to the sacred cross.

That is the typical witch costume of the southern church. According to the complexity of the decoration on the costume, it is natural to judge the status of the wearer. With such beautiful and intricate patterns on her body, only the priestesses of the highest rank in the church are qualified to wear them.

The goddess Mayfair from the Southern Church appeared in front of Ulysses like this again.

"Ah... uh..." Ulysses wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, so he couldn't say anything.

Under the direct sunlight, Mayfair looks like a lucky one surrounded by brilliance. But when Ulysses looked at her, he felt an even more unfortunate atmosphere than when they met not long ago.

In those tired black eyes, in addition to sadness, there are other things that make people feel bad.

It was the darkness under the sun, an unfortunate emotion.

What needs to be done, Ulysses doesn't quite understand what this heartache feels, but he thinks he should do something.

In fact, he was very grateful to her, and to this beautiful witch who lent him a helping hand when he was in the most dangerous time. As for what happened next, he is still confused to this day.

Is it just a momentary impulse? There were other reasons, but it was her first time, why would she do such a thing with him.

"Well, that, the weather is fine today, isn't it?" Ulysses walked to Mayfair a little uneasy, waiting for her judgment on him.

"Huh?" Mayfair recovered from the meditation and looked at the black-haired girl in front of her who looked at her with a shy and uneasy expression.

The girl's eyes are so innocent and can't see any sin and darkness, like flowers in the sun.

Those were the beautiful eyes she had long since lost. After witnessing the crimes committed by mankind a long time ago, there was almost nothing but darkness and blood in her eyes. The taste dissipates.

Still living in a beautiful campus, without seeing the flowers on the dark side of the world. If this world is filled with such innocent children, it must be a real paradise.

flowers? Ah, red roses! Mayfair remembered that on the first day she came to this city, it was this girl who put the beautiful red rose representing love into her hands, which made her pale heart feel a little warmer.

"It's you, so you're also a student of this academy?" Mayfair stood up straight, and because of those slender and powerful legs, she was much taller than Ulysses. When standing in front of him, there is a natural sense of oppression.

"Yes!" In front of Mayfair, Ulysses seemed even more embarrassed. Just standing face to face gave him a sense of being scrutinized.

"It's okay, don't be afraid. I'm the teacher here, and I won't do anything to you. If you feel uncomfortable, I'll leave immediately." Seeing Ulysses' scared expression, Mayfair was a little disappointed.

Sure enough, with her hands already covered in blood, isn't she worthy of standing in front of such an innocent girl?

Even if she tried her best to cover it up, she would involuntarily exude a slight murderous aura. Small animals such as cats and dogs that can feel this breath will never come near her.

"Huh?" Ulysses looked at Mayfair with some confusion. Whether it was from her eyes or from her words, she didn't seem to recognize him~www.readwn.com~ But in the two bodies When the entanglement was fierce, there was obviously no cover up, so it was impossible for her not to recognize it.

He clearly remembered everything that happened that day, and remembered that she, who was reborn from the flames, raised her right hand high in front of him, like a priest who swore an oath in front of the gods and said loudly:

"I, swear here."

"In this life and this world, I will dedicate everything to you. Apart from you, I will never look at anyone else."

"From now on, my body, my heart, my soul, my everything belongs to you."

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember, it doesn't matter if you forget, it doesn't matter."

"No matter what the future will be like, I will always belong to you alone."

"I like you……"

"Mayfair, don't you remember me?" Ulysses tentatively asked Mayfair's heart.

"Of course you remember, you know my name? Yes, you are a student here, so it's not surprising to know, thank you for the flowers." Mayfair smiled and looked at the nervous Ulysses, controlling herself more carefully The murderous aura hidden in his heart, so as not to hurt the weak girl in front of him.

Did you really forget? Ulysses looked at the smiling Mayfair in disbelief. Everything that happened that night seemed to have disappeared from her memory.

Be it the fiery hug or the sudden confession, just like the petals floating in the wind, they left no trace when they met again.

The lines that originally crossed between him and her had been separated before he knew it, and turned into unfamiliar parallel lines again. What happened that night, like a summer night's dream, turned into foam and disappeared into the morning sun.

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