Chapter 1072: 1072 5

The Sorcery Order "Complex Devil" is a giant sorcery Order operating across Japan, China, South Korea, Taiwan, Indonesia, Vietnam, Singapore and other parts of East Asia. He is secretly in the dark of society to improve and study his power as a magician, and to gain wealth and power.

Yamagata Nobusuke is one of the mentors (mentors) of the Order, a heavy town that has been in the Complex Devil for over eighty years, but is seen as heretical and smoked within the Order.

Immortality procedures are carried out and it is the youthfulness of appearance that keeps them, but their appearance is so alien that they can be called Phantoms. Large creased vertical and horizontal wide foreheads, retracted short hair of hairline, too long fingers, and low three-headed height. Claiming to be a non-human race is not so uncomfortable.

"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh..."

"uhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Ahhhh... ahhh..."

In the center of the dim room, three naked women with strange tattoos all over their bodies sit on their mid hips, twisting and making strange movements. The face is shuddering, leaking gasping and groaning voices in his mouth.

Yamaki Noisuke is a magician in a black robe, wearing a hood deep in her head, waving her long index fingers like a conductor stick against the women, and continues to cast spells.

The three women were in a trans state, by both surgery and medicine. It's like even dancing always moves your whole body.

Eventually, when Aoinosuke grabs the cup, she punches the liquid inside over the women.

The women reacted to the liquid being sprayed and suddenly the three of us started working together.

No, it's not a combination. It bites the target, eats the nails deep into the flesh, to the point of tearing the arteries apart. They twist their eyeballs, eat their throats, twist them to the roots of their middle fingers in their ears, and destroy each other's bodies in any way they can with their bare hands.

Eventually the two women ran out with cramps. The one remaining was a full-blooded creation with both eyes popping out and falling to his feet, his teeth and fingers broken by more than half, his nose crushed, and he laughed naggingly and comfortably.

"Oh, beautiful..."

Norisuke Yamagata, who was looking at the killing between naked women that took place in front of her, shrugged with a tranced face.

I hear a knock.

"Get in."

I felt disturbed, diving in a little brow noise and saying, the butler came in.

"Excuse me. We sent more assassins to Lucanenko"

The deacon, who looks old enough, but whose flesh and fighting power seem not to have diminished at all, puts his hand in front of his chest and drapes his humbly vultured head, reports.

The name of this butler is Ichigo Sato. He has been serving Aoinosuke for nearly fifty years. Not just as a butler, but as an escort.

"I bet you've added and subtracted."

"Needless to say, I met him in person immediately to make sure that he was elected, but the late. The first assassin I sent is the same as my arm."

If you only run for fame or merit, you will send the hidden strong. It doesn't make sense if you kill him. So far through his thoughts, Sato ascertained with his own eyes the quality of the assassins, whether they were arms to such an extent that they would be returned.

"There is definite beauty here"

Referring to a woman covered in blood, Yamagatasuke speaks.

"My seniors, who can understand beauty, refuse to be happy. But what beauty doesn't understand is nothing unhappy. However, it is impossible for me to understand such a person. That's all the story."

That's all I said, Yamaki Noisuke turned to Sato and asked.

"Sato, do you know this beauty?

"I don't know."

To Sato, who answers instantly, Yamagatasuke laughs in a cuddly voice.

"Naturally. There is no need for the understandable. If I'd known, I'd have killed him. If only I could understand beauty. It's a value that only one person in my life has."

"In your words, can there exist values and preferences that are unique in the world?

Sato speaks out his disagreement with Yamagatasuke, who speaks with a pleasant expression.

"There are many people in the world. It exists not only in real time, but also in the past and in the future. No matter how minor your preferences, thoughts, values and desires may be, only one person in the world will have them. I think there must be someone somewhere who shares common values."

"Mm-hmm. The idea is right. At least one of my students knows. That's why there are aspects of me that I decided I couldn't keep alive."

After listening to Yamaki Noisuke's dialogue, Sato understood what it referred to.

"That Lucanenko's daughter is my kind. Such a person is unnecessary. Some of them seem to be in tune with my seniors, like Toshizo Sumida, even within the complex devil. They are also unnecessary. I'll be all alone."

Or on that side, Yamagatasuke thinks he may have better artistry than himself. That's why I can't keep you alive.

As Sylvia and Mitsubishi walk, it catches a lot of attention. Somehow one is a remarkably beautiful girl with a doll-like appearance and the other is a woman with a whitewash from head to clothes.

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Shop all the way downtown and grab lunch at a messy coffee shop where you're going.

"I had a bad dream last night and I was a little nervous."

Slaughtered Mitsubishi talks while eating Carbonara with chopsticks.

"What dream?

"I can also speak in front of the Lord..."

"Then you don't have to tell me. If you were to say that, it wouldn't seem quite right."

That's what Sylvia says to the coffee cup.

"Yeah ~? If they say that, they'll want to say it more and more. Shh."

Slaughtering Mitsubishi with a pranky grin.

"My lord is bare..."

"No, I want you to stop by that point already."

Sylvia laughs bitterly just when she hears about the nightmare.

"There were many other bare girls who served the Lord, ss. The Lord felt like a queen."

"Dreams seem to involve a lot of things like his mental state and aspirations, so you're looking at me that way, isn't that proof? It is"

Sylvia wonders if she suspects she's a lesbian about herself, or if she's willing to be lesbian about the slaughterhouse branches.

"Well - I mean me, maybe I'm willing to be that way, sss. Including what a man can't do all the time, maybe he can. Shh. haha."

Killing Mitsubishi joking and laughing, but Sylvia doesn't know if she's taking it to the point of joking or if she's serious and doesn't think anything about it. Even though we have been dating for quite a while, there are many parts of the slaughterhouse branch where the constant person and thought circuit are all uneven.

"My lord still feels that way, so I can't hang out with a guy forever, can I?

"No, didn't you admit you were a lesbian at the time you said 'too'?

"Oh, that's what happens, suss. But it's Ayass the Word. Dreams must be just aspirations, too."

"I hate it more when it's a wish...... That's not why I don't date guys... maybe."

"So what's the reason, S? I mean, maybe what I said caught me..."

"Uh, don't. Don't. I don't want to tell you, I don't want to think about it."

The reason is historical, but Sylvia doesn't really want people to know why. I feel ashamed.

In Sylvia, there was such an obsessive-compulsive notion that sex sharpening drives a woman crazy and weak. Seeing my own mother, I began to assume so.

I can't forget the pitiful face of that mother who had cheated, made her home doomed, and was also abandoned by the other man, and had a beating. Before that happened, the mother thought she was a strong woman, but she put her in the guy she cheated on. Not really, she went crazy.

The father evaporated and the mother hung herself. After the family collapse, the child Sylvia had a lot of hard feelings. He was molested by relatives and bullied in a child care facility, but at one point he fought back at the person who was molesting him, killing him, and on that occasion he was taken to the Silver Storm Hall.

Knowing what kind of place Silver Storm Hall was and what it meant to be picked up there, Sylvia accepted her destiny.

(I asked for strength in the thought of not being like my mother. I asked for strength. To the grump...... Don't skip the price. And there's me now. I don't regret anything. Regret...... I'm not going to be there......)

I ask myself if I really am, lurking in the back of my mind. But Sylvia is trying to be unconscious.

Email goes in. It was from the elders when they opened the display.

"I just got a request from you for my nomination. Turned to me after all."

Seeing the client's name, Sylvia took a heavy sigh that looked troublesome.

"Who's that?

"How many nights is Lucanenko?"

Reporting reluctantly, the slaughterhouse branches opened their eyes with excitement.

"Whoa, my lord. Love's lesbian, how many nights are you squirting? My lord, this is Yabes. Better not take it on, Sz. Instead I will go and make you give up because our Lord's body and mind are already mine"

"I'm scared I don't know if you're serious or joking"

Several bitter laughs came up today, and Sylvia drank her coffee away.

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