Chapter 373 Preference
Magnus left as abruptly and inexplicably as he had arrived.
Don’t call me Your Majesty anymore, the professor told him expressionlessly, I have no interest in being a feudal ruler.
But the bard just smiled strangely and told him that the Mad King had said the same thing - but I really shouldn't continue talking today. Magnus looked at the two men's expressions, then bowed cunningly.
“I don’t know what the Mad King foresaw,” he shrugged, “nor do I know how much of this was his plan… But now I have fulfilled my mission. I am the messenger of God who came to announce the oracle to you on behalf of that king.”
So no matter what you plan to do in the past or in the future, at least at this moment, thousands of creatures on this continent are enduring the inevitable suffering, and you are standing in front of them, facing the old gods, so the whole world has to give way to you.
——Destiny is now standing behind you.
The bard left behind only these last words before disappearing without a trace.
The professor fell silent.
To be honest, he didn't like this kind of mysterious riddler, but he had to admit that this gift from his other self basically completed the missing logical chain. The professor felt a wave of throbbing and swelling in his head, and his brain was working at high speed, which was enough to make him completely ignore his surroundings.
But some emotion that he couldn't understand made the black-haired young man subconsciously move his fingers that were numb from being pinched.
Like two ouroboros with their tails locked in a circle, constantly devouring each other, the tyrant did not hesitate to seize the power and responsibilities of the gods, dragging the lives of innocent victims into his own chessboard, while the savior did not hesitate to chop off the crazy and exhausted head that the gods deeply feared and hated.
...He knew very well that everything he did was right, or rather, that it was the only choice that was absolutely correct from both of their perspectives. However, a certain complex emotion inevitably overwhelmed him, and for a moment, Nova felt completely overwhelmed, unsure how to describe it.
Why? He wondered blankly, feeling as if he had returned to his childhood, when the man and woman who were supposed to be his parents had left him at the hospital gate, told him to stay put and not move, and then forced him to watch them leave, feeling helpless.
Reason told him he had done nothing wrong. Perhaps he should have cried and thrown himself into a rage, hugged his parents' legs and begged them not to leave, drawing attention and trying to stop them. But in reality, he simply watched in silence as the increasingly unfamiliar figures retreated, knowing with a cold and clear understanding that they would not return, that he had not been chosen.
...He knew that he didn't have the ability to deal with these unfamiliar things, so he simply chose to escape in a very cold and cowardly manner.
"...Are you okay?"
A pair of warm hands gently touched his forehead. The black-haired young man raised his head almost in a daze. The savior's face seemed as gentle as ever. Seeing that he didn't speak, her brows suddenly frowned slightly, and she carefully touched the back of his neck to determine whether he had a fever.
"Why are you so pale? Do you have a headache?"
The professor was stunned for a moment, then carefully felt his brain. It did seem to ache a bit, but he still wanted to bite his fingers. So he nodded—and then, naturally, he was hugged tightly and taken away from the agonizingly silent black pine forest.
The other party didn't seem to be willing to have a deep conversation with him now. Nova rested his chin on the other person's shoulder very skillfully, thinking a little tiredly.
...But that's okay, maybe they both should calm down... Maybe he needs to draw a mind map to help himself understand what this unfamiliar and uneasy emotion is, and then think about what to do next after calming down.
——Calm down.
As soon as he returned to the city of Osiris and the door was closed, the professor, who was still immersed in some thoughts and emotions that made him a mess, was suddenly pushed against the door and kissed deeply.
His hands were pinned above his head, and another man's knee rudely spread his legs apart, thus completely suppressing his instinctive struggle and making him completely unable to move.
A truly deep kiss, not gentle, even rather rough. His hot breath trembled with his erratic heartbeat, and the cool tip of his tongue unceremoniously pried open his lips and teeth, scraping his oral mucosa, entwining his tongue, even wanting to lick deep into his throat, pull out his larynx and swallow it whole. Soon, the professor could taste the faint smell of blood.
...But a strong and abundant emotion came over him. He was like an outdated machine, frantically trying to analyze those extremely unfamiliar instructions. His completely overloaded brain even made him give up his instinctive resistance.
“…Why don’t you bite me?”
The professor gasped for breath, his gray eyes wide open in a daze, now forced to be misted over. The culprit had already retreated slightly, his strong arms firmly supporting his body, which was somewhat unstable due to lack of oxygen, and his knees between his legs preventing him from falling.
The Savior gently rested his forehead against his, his blue eyes filled with an emotion that made him inexplicably uneasy. He also panted slightly, lowered his head, and kissed the black-haired young man's swollen and red lips with an unusually gentle touch.
"Does it still hurt?" Azuka reached out and touched the back of his nemesis's neck, whispering softly, not sure if he was asking about his headache or mouth. Seeing him shaking his head in a daze, his eyes and lips wet, looking incredibly obedient and pitiful, it made him feel sore and soft inside.
Nova suddenly grabbed the other man's shoulders, letting out a small, unexpected groan from his throat. He was lifted up and pressed onto the bed, followed by a dense, overlapping layer of kisses that poured down on him like a net dropped on a water bird resting in the swamp, immobilizing it.
"How much have you suffered, and how much have you endured alone..."
In between countless kisses, he heard his lover whispering tremblingly in his ear, his voice hoarse and mournful, and a few drops of cold yet hot liquid hit his face gently and deeply - and then flowed down his lips.
He was completely frightened by the bitter and salty taste, like a cat whose fur stood on end at a sudden loud noise. His gray eyes widened instantly, and he instinctively reached out to hook the other person's neck... Then someone grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the sides of his head, causing him to fall onto the bed, unable to move.
What he saw was a pair of eyes that looked down at him and were so beautiful that it was heartbreaking.
An extremely deep and clear blue, with a strange and dazzling gold circle at the edge of the iris. At this moment, those dangerous and deep emotions that he could not distinguish were pouring out from it, and he was the drowning person about to be drowned by them.
...Azuka, he instinctively called out his lover's name. When the other person lowered her head and began to bite the side of his neck with her teeth, he forgot the creepy feeling of being bitten in the vital part, and even forgot to be angry. He just supported his head with difficulty and clumsily, trying to move forward to kiss the profile of his savior. He kissed her several times but failed, and even bit her ear a few times, and ate a few strands of her hair. He had to frown and spit it out.
This animal-like way of comforting seemed to make the man laugh. The other party sighed, finally let go of his hand, and hugged him tightly in his arms.
...Lock him up, the voice from between his ribs roared almost uncontrollably in the depths of the savior's soul, lock him up where no one can find him, tame his body, deprive him of his mind, feed him well every day, so that his moon will have no time to think about those damn self-torture and "great" sacrifices except for pleasure and enjoyment, and no one can hurt his moon again, not even him, or the other party himself.
"……I do not understand."
Just as the savior was almost instinctively and cruelly calculating the feasibility of this plan, he suddenly heard the person in his arms whisper in a muffled voice.
...In this regard, his extremely intelligent enemy was too naive and immature. He was completely bewitched by his tears, let down all his guard, and even took the initiative to come over and rub his cheek, appearing particularly soft and sweet.
"You hate the gods who try to control your life, and you vow revenge on them." Those smoky gray eyes looked at him seriously. "But I am also one of the culprits who manipulated your life."
——This desire for revenge is almost one of the biggest reasons that has supported the other party to this day.
"You should hate me and take revenge on me. This is the normal logic."
The black-haired young man's brows were twisted in confusion, and Azuka couldn't help but grit his teeth. He really wanted to press the young man to the bed and fuck him until he collapsed, until he couldn't cry out and his whole body was convulsing and he was silent and incontinent, so that he could experience firsthand what "revenge" really meant.
"Will you hate me then?" But the Savior simply lifted up that lovely yet hateful face, gently kissed her lips, and spoke in a soft, hoarse voice: "I was foolish enough to kill you with my own hands. I colluded with the voices that misunderstood and slandered you. I became an accomplice of the gods and empires that harmed and tortured you..."
"This isn't your fault," the professor frowned, and subconsciously retorted, "In fact, a large part of this was achieved through my hard work."
"Then it's not your fault," Azuka couldn't help but smile slightly.
"And it's not something that can be explained clearly by logic, sir." He lowered his head and gently kissed the black-haired young man's tightly furrowed brows: "How can I explain it? Perhaps it's because I love you more desperately and clearly than I hate any enemy. Only you..."
"—just as you now choose to favor me without hesitation."
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