Moon World Can't Be a Love Game

But Saron froze in place, not daring to hug her again, for fear of making a principled mistake.

"Don't do that," he said, shaking his head.

"It's already said that Saron will not be responsible..."

Skadi pursed her lips, and threw her complaining eyes and whispered complaints over.

"Okay, okay, I admit, I lied."

Saron gently pushed Skadi's hand away, took two steps back, and waved his hands outward, deciding to have a formal showdown.

"Skaha Skadi, your beauty and personality are all in line with my liking, so I really care about it."

Hearing the word "care" suddenly, Skadi's eyes lit up with joy, but then dimmed with the following "but".

"However, your identity is the king of the Nordic Lostbelt. Do you want me to persuade you to give up Nordic? I will not do this, just like I will not give up destroying Nordic. We each have responsibilities that must be borne. "

Skadi is not a heroic spirit passing by in a hurry. She has devoted her whole life to this hopeless land, struggling to maintain the little vitality that remains, and it has never stopped for three thousand years.

Such a period of "divine birth" made Saron respectful and hoped to give Skadi absolute respect, so naturally he could not accept a dewy marriage that "does not take responsibility".

"sorry..."

Skadi sighed, stood up, walked in front of Saron, and leaned gently on his chest.

"Don't push me away, just one minute...Let Skaha Skadi live one more minute as a woman...Let me embarrass Saron for one more minute..."

Her voice was like the wailing of a ostrich before death, and tears like ice crystals dripped down. In the end, Saron didn't give up his heart. The hands on her shoulders moved to her back, gently holding her. hold on.

A minute has passed...

Another minute passed...

I don't know how many minutes have passed...

Suddenly, Illya, who was unconscious on the bed, made a 'humming' sound of waking up from a dream, which finally gave Saron an excuse to separate.

"Okay, let's go back."

Gently patted Skadi on the back.

"..."

Skadi silently turned her head to look at Ilya who was still awake, her eyes flickering, as if hesitating whether to stun the child again, but finally gave up.

"Well, then I'm leaving."

Skadi nodded without saying anything. The moment she turned around, her demeanor and demeanor had returned to that of a queen, and the temperature in the wooden house began to drop rapidly.

"correct."

Before Skadi walked out of the cabin, Saron suddenly remembered about Secretary Fox, so he asked.

"Did Koyanskaya go to your place?"

"Ah."

Skadi responded and stopped, but did not look back.

"Then take Ilia back along the way."

Saron ran to the bed and shook her hand in front of Illya. Seeing that she was still sleepy, she grabbed her by the armpit, picked her up, brought her to Skadi and put her down.

"..."

Skadi was as cold as ice, she turned her head silently, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Saron can probably understand such a strong avoidance attitude, so he gave up the idea of ​​asking Skadi to take Illya to Secretary Fox, and squatted down to explain to the confused Illya:

"Wake up, Ilya. You go to Ice and Snow City to find Koyanskaya, a pink-haired vixen, tell me my name, and let her take you to the Atlantic Ocean."

Secretary Fox should be very clear that she is not far from death, but anyone who has the slightest desire to live will not dare to make this matter worse, so there is no need to explain it in person.

"...Uh, uh, it's that vixen... I know it's causing it, thank you Saron." It seems that Skadi's magic effect is too strong, and Ilya is very reluctant to wake up.

"You're welcome."

While Illya was still in a daze, Saron reached out and patted her head.

"I'm not a kid, don't touch your head!"

Illya knocked off Saron's bad hand, and the fierce eyes staring over seemed a lot clearer. It seemed that she didn't have to worry about being abducted by bad guys or getting lost at night.

"Okay, big boy Ilya, go home with mom." Saron waved his hands cheerfully.

Hearing the address of "big boy", Illya frowned angrily, her two big eyes turned around, and suddenly lit up with a sly light.

"Well, goodbye stepfather!"

Ilya laughed and called out a title that almost made Saron fall down, but Skadi, who had been silent by the side, gently took the child's tender little hand.

"Freya, we're going home."

Her voice was a little cold, but her tone was as gentle as a real mother's.

"Call me Illya~"

"Yes, Freya."

"...It's Illya!"

Illya retorted vigorously, but her body was obediently led by Skadi. The mother and daughter walked out of the wooden house, and then quickly disappeared into the northern night in Saron's perception.

Going back to the bed and lying down, Saron raised his head, looked through the transparent roof and fell into the boundless night sky, and murmured:

"Beasts are not as good..."

When I was with Skadi before, the beautiful woman who just happened to be mature and ready to be picked by you kept seducing him. The desire of the body rose again and again and was forcibly suppressed by him, repeatedly jumping horizontally, constantly impacting his endurance the upper limit of

However, can't think of any decent solution.

Maybe this world is like this, there is no such thing as "the best of both worlds" and "proper solution".

"What an awful world..."

For the first time, Saron had the idea of ​​modifying the rules of this world in his heart.

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The city of ice and snow is worthy of her name.

Not only the outside is made of ice and snow, but even the inside of the castle is made of magic ice.

Ordinary people can't survive in it at all, they will be frozen in an instant, and even magicians need to activate the magic dress for heat preservation at any time to avoid the cold.

However, in a cold room inside the castle, Ophelia could not feel the slightest cold, but felt a little dry and hot under the accelerated flow of blood.

Because, she was initiating a communication with Kirshtalia.

The noble figure shown in the projection was somewhat blurred, but even so, she could feel her blood cheering and boiling.

"Ophelia."

The person on the screen spoke, and Ophelia thought that she would need to restrain her inner excitement to talk as usual, but her body followed the truest heart and calmly pretended to be what it used to be.

"Yes, Lord Kirshtalia. I have been unable to contact you, so I have troubled you."

There was a trace of excitement and trembling hidden in the calm voice. Ophelia had shown this tone countless times in front of Kirshtalia, but this time, it was a disguise made by her body according to her habits.

Her heart was like the calmest lake, without any waves, and she calmly reported what had happened.

"The Nordic Lost Belt has undergone drastic changes. As I mentioned to you before, Surut, the final giant attached to Saber, was forcibly released from the prison of the false sun by an outsider named "Saron" , and crusade. "

"..."

Surprise flashed across Kirshtalia's face, and after a moment of silence, he smiled.

"Saron? Interesting, a name I've never heard of before, as if it just popped up out of thin air. Was it the King of the Lost Belt who helped him to defeat Surut?"

"That's not the case. That person killed Surut alone. Her Majesty and I have tried to stop him, but his body is very special and cannot be directly affected by magic, whether it is my magic eye or Her Majesty's." Even the runes don't work. I'm very sorry to disappoint you, Lord Kirshtalia."

Ophelia answered calmly, but her activated self didn't like the word "interesting" at all.

"Then what happened afterwards? What happened? He didn't continue to fight with you, so his goal shouldn't be the fantasy tree." Kirshtalia said.

"it's not true."

While Ophelia denied it again, she suddenly found the source of her mood change, because the person they were talking about broke the absolute authority of Kirshtalia in the girl's heart.

That man had done what Kirshtalia hadn't done, and probably couldn't have done at all.

It's ridiculous, it's an illusion!

Ophelia quickly dispelled the thoughts in her heart, and said calmly:

"The fantasy tree is also the other party's goal. But according to him, his real purpose is to destroy the recompiled human history in Northern Europe. Cutting down the fantasy tree is just a matter of convenience. According to my observation, he is not lying."

"But he hasn't done anything yet." There was some suspicion in Kirshtalia's words, which made Ophelia feel a little uncomfortable.

'No, this kind of thing is really suspicious. '

She found a reason for this suspicion in her heart, dispelled the displeasure in her heart, and explained seriously:

"Well, because he was injured in the battle with Surut. Moreover, he is going to destroy Northern Europe after a certain existence descends. Therefore, I am re-gathering my strength to prepare for his threat, and Her Majesty the Queen After losing Surut's restraint, his strength will also be fully restored."

Seeing that the person in the projection did not respond, she continued.

"I failed to preserve Surut's power, and I disappointed you, Lord Kirshtalia."

It wasn't the truth, but she had to say it to Kirshtalia, to show her loyalty.

"You made the right choice, Ophelia. If it was the power that could defeat Surut, I would have no chance of winning. Re-accumulate your strength and look for opportunities to counterattack. You have done a good job , Ophelia. I look forward to your next performance."

Kirshtalia showed the way for Ophelia just like before, but Ophelia could no longer feel that inspiring power at this time.

"Yes. Leave it to me, Lord Kirshtalia."

She nodded and said.

"By the way, Katniss should be able to arrive at your place at dawn. Use her power as much as possible. Although magic can't cause damage, magic can also have a strengthening effect, which is just right for Katniss."

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness. But...the god Kayneth is not an existence that I can control. Please forgive me if he asserts himself or initiates a conflict with the King of the Lost Belts."

Ophelia has already obtained Brunnhilde's approval, and before defeating Saron, the original Valkyrie will dedicate her power, so she doesn't take the disobedient Kayneth very seriously.

"I see. It's a reassuring speech. It's not in vain that I entrust the Nordic Lore Belt to you. I'm waiting for the good news of your victory."