Chapter 253 Good Man
Greven had mixed feelings.
God knows when he received the message from the Chief asking him to select some people to support the Kasa Strait, he felt a sense of unreality and trance - as if a few days ago he was still huddled in the dungeon of the Bloody Bazaar, worried all day long, but now he had to fight a battle with the Imperial Navy.
The situation in the Kasa Strait had finally entered its final stages, but before he and Hui Cinder could breathe a sigh of relief, they heard about someone's series of horrifying deeds.
Their chief gentleman had merely gone out for a stroll, yet he had already caused a riot in the Kasa Strait, killed high-ranking officials in Batalia, won over several allies, and even captured the Knight Commander of the Kite Heart Guards...
It's simply... a record that makes your scalp tingle.
When Azuka came back after checking on the current situation of his tribe members, he saw that a certain big devil who was causing trouble everywhere was not sitting at his desk, but was lying on the sofa in a completely ungraceful manner, not moving at all.
He paused, quietly unbuttoned his outer robe, bent down and gently covered the person with it.
“…I didn’t sleep.”
The head, which looked so tactile, moved, and the sound was muffled in the cushions, with a soft, nasal tone. The savior's fingers twitched, and the next second, he sat beside the other person, obeying his own wishes and sliding his fingers into the slightly curly black hair.
"Tired?" he asked in a low voice.
"I'm tired of this." The other person grumbled and complained, "I don't want to talk to idiots, I don't want to scheme against this old fox... I don't want to see humans."
Azuka paused slightly as his fingers, which had already been touching the back of his neck, said, "You don't want to see me too?"
The other party was silent for a moment: "...Okay, correction, I don't want to see humans other than you."
The savior couldn't help but chuckle. His old enemy was lazily lying within his reach, half-closing his eyes as he rubbed her, so obedient that it completely satisfied his possessive desire that had been growing secretly the entire time.
He wanted to go even further, like lick the back of the man's neck, or simply bend down and completely imprison the man under him... But before he could do anything, the other person seemed to be keenly aware of something ominous, and suddenly he pushed himself up with his arms and climbed up from the soft sofa with some difficulty, with half of his outer robe still hanging on his head.
The black-haired young man expressionlessly tore off the robe stained with the scent of another person and threw it into the arms of its original owner. His hair was a mess, and his glasses were rubbed askew.
"Get back to work," the other person announced gloomily, stretching himself, and then preparing to walk to the desk. It seemed that he had decided to end this brief act of coquettishness and coaxed himself into submission very quickly.
Azuka narrowed his eyes slightly.
Nova froze for a moment before someone grabbed his waist from behind and pulled him back. He was caught off guard and lost his balance. Before he could react, he was hugged and fell into another person's lap.
The black-haired young man subconsciously opened his eyes wide: "You——"
The guy took off his glasses and gently massaged his forehead with great consideration.
"If you need me, I can take on more work." The god's whisper sounded in his ears, like some kind of temptation: "Of course, as a human."
"...But you don't seem to want to establish too many connections with others." Azuka was slightly stunned. He lowered his eyes and met those penetrating, deep gray eyes. They reflected his soul quietly, even compassionately. "If I'm not mistaken, you feel very tired... Or rather, very bored."
If this person wanted to do it, his ability would even be enough to replace his current position. After all, "Nova" was not a person who was good at dealing with people - and the savior himself could always easily manipulate the emotions of almost everyone, which was something he would never be able to do.
But this person always showed a strange, faint weariness and alienation towards the world. Before he had to ask for help, he didn't want to force it. After all, according to the books he had read, respecting your partner's emotions was the only way to have a healthy and long-lasting relationship.
The Savior's voice was as gentle as ever, and even contained a hint of teasing. "Not long ago, you praised me in front of others, saying that I was a decent and gentle person."
——The word "boring" doesn't seem to be used to describe a good person.
"So far, judging by your behavior, you've indeed been a decent, gentle, and kind person most of the time." The other party gave him a puzzled look and said, "That's not a conflict."
He seemed to suddenly feel a surge of curiosity, staring intently at the savior's face with an unpleasant gaze. A normal person would have been irritated by this offensive, undisguised scrutiny, as if observing experimental data, but his subject simply calmly tightened his grip.
"In my world, a scholar proposed a three-tiered theory of personality structure: the superego, the id, and the ego." The professor explained simply: "The superego refers to moral taboos and self-ideals, the id is the most primitive desire, and the ego is the ultimate arbiter of everything. So, of course, you have a bright side and a dark side—that's what makes you human."
On the one hand, as the god of struggle and change, the god appreciates just acts of resistance. Due to morality and ideals, he will be happy to participate in them, showing a side that is consistent with his divinity and as a "savior."
On the other hand, as an animal called "human", he would be more... cold, tired and indifferent, full of anger, greed, selfishness and endless desire for destruction.
And these two diametrically opposed sides together constitute "Azuka".
"In other words, the other side of change and resistance is manipulation and destruction." He pondered for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "Isn't that an interesting explanation? Perhaps in another parallel world, if your super-self hadn't restrained you, you might have grown into a villain seeking to destroy the world—like a god of manipulation and destruction."
“…”
The professor, suddenly aware of something unusual under his butt, froze. "...Wait, what's wrong with you?"
He believed he hadn't said anything that might arouse sexual desire.
The man hugged him tighter and laughed softly in his ear. At some point, an unusually dangerous nervousness began to emerge from him.
He sighed, "You really...see right through me, as always."
His old enemy knew everything, Azuka thought with unusual amusement.
He truly knew everything. He couldn't help but silently repeat this incredibly sweet thought over and over between his teeth. This intimate, mortal danger, as if piercing his very being, made him tremble, making him want to bite the man's spine ruthlessly and devour him completely into his blood, flesh, and bones—but in the end, the fatal bite only landed on the side of his neck, transforming into an extremely gentle kiss.
…My moon envelopes me, completely, envelopes me.
"You're right. Because of my appearance and my strength," he said calmly and gently, his words tinged with arrogance. "So, as long as I display some of the qualities that make others call me a 'hero,' such as gentleness, kindness, humility, justice, and so on, they will trust me, follow me, and regard me as their 'savior.' This is a very useful... tool, and it's also the trick I used most often in my previous life, which has become increasingly boring."
There are not many people in this world who see through him, and even fewer who still choose to love and trust him after seeing through everything, such as Ole and Marshilin, and the nemesis in his arms.
He gently kissed the ear of the person in his arms: "Even so, do you still think I'm a good person?"
"... actions, not heart." The tips of the black-haired young man's ears gradually turned red from the other man's scorching breath. He tilted his head uncomfortably, trying to mask his inexplicable panic and embarrassment with academic analysis. "Your superego is powerful enough. Even when external laws, society, and violent institutions are unable to discipline you, you always choose to strictly control your ego, forcing yourself to make what you believe to be the 'right' choice. So you are indeed a good person, I am sure of it."
“…”
The Savior stared at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled unusually gently: "I am very happy to receive such a high evaluation from you."
"Since you are a good person, please let me go now." The professor tried to pry off the guy's arms that were tightly wrapped around his waist with an expressionless face. He tried several times but failed to break free. The person behind him was breathing heavily and even hugged him tighter. He could almost clearly feel the other person's heartbeat from behind his spine.
"Don't move." Azuka bit the tip of the man's ear with a hint of warning, then helplessly watched his nemesis stiffen into a vigilant ball in his arms. "You should know that if you continue like this, you're actually torturing me, right?"
Nova was stunned for a moment. When he realized what the other party was saying, his brows immediately furrowed. He accused him with great dissatisfaction: "Nonsense, when did I ever torture you? Obviously, if you just let me go---ah!"
The other kissed him devoutly and passionately, but her fingertips displayed a completely opposite, urgent and aggressive intensity. Her slightly cool fingertips unceremoniously slid under the hem of his shirt, intimately and dangerously groping his sensitive waist and soft belly, suppressing his instinctive struggles and resistance.
"Wait, I still have work to do—" In between kisses, Nova finally managed to catch his breath. He reached out and pushed the guy's face in frustration: "Enough, if you continue like this, I'm going to take back what you said about being a good person, you bastard!"
As he said this, he was pressed against the sofa and kissed until he felt limp and breathless. Hearing this, the other person simply leaned over with a smile and pecked his lips, which were instinctively slightly parted. "Since you've said that, can I do something more wicked that's more in line with my status as a bastard?"
Seeing that someone was choked by him, staring at him in a daze, Azuka stared at his old enemy for a while, and suddenly smiled helplessly, kissing the other's forehead lovingly: "Okay, I won't bully you anymore."
——At least I won’t be bullied now.
"You do know me well," he said, slowly brushing back his scattered black hair, "but not well enough."
"For example, I do find many things boring. Many people and things are simply awful and disgusting." The Savior's voice was calm and gentle, with a creepy yet strangely reassuring aura. "But just as you will continue to do annoying work for your ideals... I am willing to continue to live with this terrible world, simply because you exist."
"—so I'm here whenever you need me."
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