Devil [GL]

There was a lot of snow in the northern town of Eswino, but the tavern in the center of the town was still doing brisk business.

Under normal circumstances, the regular customers in the tavern would be idle youths or middle-aged men who were addicted to alcohol. Occasionally, there would be a few passing passengers and mercenaries who could not withstand the severe cold and chose to take a rest in the tavern.

These passers-by from other places are the welcome objects of the drinkers. They have traveled many places, learned a lot, and always know some novel stories, which are often unheard of by these people who have been living in the small town.

Whenever they see such guests, those local drinkers will order a pot of wine for them to warm up.These passengers did not shirk, but took their seats generously, picked up a bowl of wine and cleaned it up, whistled at the pungent and beautiful proprietress, and turned their heads to laugh and tell some anecdotes with the hospitable drinking buddies.

"Wine and stories are a man's romance." Said the man who was born in the Northland of Esvinor.

In the severe cold season, this kind of romance is brought to the extreme.

Because of the harsh temperature and the heavy snow that made it difficult to move, the streets of the town gradually became less crowded at this time.

At this moment, most of the pedestrians on the street were wearing bloated coats and hurried past with their heads bowed. Their trembling bodies and white mist while breathing blurred everyone's figures exactly the same.

——So when this woman appeared in the small town, except for a few passers-by, almost no one noticed her coming quietly.

She came suddenly, but disappeared without a sound.

She was wearing a not-so-heavy black robe, and her graceful figure could be seen faintly under the hem of the overcoat. She was wearing a strange hat on her head, and the long black cloth strips hanging down just covered half of her face. Show half of the clean and delicate face.

There is a small red mole under her eyes, not too big or too small, like the most exquisite decoration, following the changes in her eyebrows and eyes, it adds a bit of brilliance to her plain face.

She walked along the road in silence to the center of the town, passed by some drunken men, and finally stopped outside this tavern.

Even through a thick curtain, the noise of the drinkers inside could still pass through her ears dully.

"Boss, bring a jug of hot wine."

She tilted her head slightly, as if she had noticed something, her dark eyes moved, and she suddenly opened her mouth to say such a sentence.

The woman's voice was dry and hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken for a long time and was half stiff.

"Hey, good!"

The plump proprietress hastily lifted the warm jug, and responded to this rare female guest.

She held the jug of boiling wine steadily, and the mellow smell spread instantly along with the constantly bubbling white gas and the tumbling wine.

"Guest, please come with me."

After saying this, the proprietress strode to the door, opened the curtain for the woman, and at the same time delivered the pot of wine to the table of the guests in the store.

The woman followed behind the proprietress, walked into the teahouse quietly, and sat down in a remote place.

At this moment, none of the customers noticed the arrival of this strange woman—they were gathering in a corner of the store, talking loudly about the Demon Lord Metvia.

"...Metvia, since she became the Demon King 600 years ago, she has been staying in the shadow of the mainland with her group of demons, and there has been no news of any activities for many years..."

Metvia.

The moment she heard the name, the woman's dark eyes moved slightly, and the fingers hidden under the wide sleeves contracted involuntarily.

Even after so many years, whenever she heard this name, her heart still throbbed uncontrollably.

It's just that in this tavern, she was not the only one who reacted to that name.

"Can a woman be a demon king? Hahaha, are those demons on the dark side of the mainland all trash?"

After hearing this, the other drunks in the tavern burst into loud laughter.

"The demons on the dark side of the mainland are cruel by nature. This demon king who can be a demon king for 600 years should not be bad in terms of means and strength." Apart from the dismissive ones, there were also a few rational guests who were not completely drunk and spoke in an orderly manner. Analyze it.

"I heard that she was so talented that she was born by killing her mother?"

"There are also rumors that she killed her husband to prove the Tao, what a demon woman with a cold nature!"

"But having said that, this... was proposed by a woman after all."

Among so many rumors that have been criticized by the public, it is hard to tell whether the plots are true or not. Some people say that she is as ugly as Asura, while others say that she is extremely beautiful, but this is the only one that cannot be false.

Because countless people had witnessed it, the marriage proposal ceremony that almost caused a sensation in the entire Eswino continent.

The suitor was a ghost-faced girl who was famous all over the world at that time. In order to win the favor of the devil king, she took out her ribs and made three phoenix-feathered arrows that contained countless magical powers.

——And one by one, they shot at the Demon King Metvia on the high platform of the castle.

Hearing this, the woman in the bamboo hat raised her slender eyebrows slightly, and her eyes, which were always as calm as a pool of water, finally revealed a hint of interest.

The drinkers in the tavern also seemed to have begun to recall, and their tone gradually became calmer.

"I heard my great-grandfather talk about the proposal scene..."

"I also heard from my grandma that when the ghost-faced girl begged for three days, she just shot three phoenix-feathered arrows."

The arrow burned the blood and soul of the ghost-faced girl, and when it left the string, it danced with a fiery crimson light. After the dim rain, it turned into a red light, and like a huge phoenix bird, it spread its wings and soared. Wherever it goes, it sprinkles golden light spots like wings.

With a crisp cry, it will pierce the layers of dark gray clouds, revealing a corner of the clear blue sky.

Wherever it went, countless ordinary birds without intelligence trembled for it, flapped their wings one after another, and followed it on this long road of courtship.

It came out from the top of the mountain range at the easternmost point of the Eswino Continent, and it took a whole day to fly over half of Eswino, and finally stopped in front of Metvia, who was not yet the devil king at that time. A soul winter flower symbolizing love was placed in her palm.

"...The wedding of the most powerful emperor in Eswino is nothing more than that."

Someone sighed and sighed softly.

Even though the proposer was a ghost-faced ugly girl with a "bad name" widely spread, but being able to make such a shocking but affectionate and romantic behavior has a deep meaning, and it can be praised by most people in Eswino.

After those three days, Metvia's response is unknown for the time being, but countless girls from Eswino have fallen into madness because of this. They don't care about the gender of the ghost-faced girl, and are moved by her behavior. In exchange for the favor of a ghost-faced girl.

Unfortunately, reality is not a fairy tale after all.

"The ghost-faced smiling girl seems to be missing now, and she is still alive and dead."

Someone took a sip of wine and said softly.

"The devil... is really cold-blooded and hard-hearted."

Hearing this, the woman sitting in a remote corner closed her eyes and lowered her eyes, as if she was bored by the conversation of the drinkers.

It's just that in her eyes, an indescribably complex look gradually revealed.

At this moment, the proprietress of the hotel hurriedly carried the jug of wine that the woman had bought, opened the curtain and walked in.

"My lady, your wine—"

The wind and the rain instantly filled the woman's robe, and lifted her veil, revealing the other half of her face covered by the black veil.

It was half a face with countless scars and fire marks, as if it came from the evil spirits in the depths of hell, and it seemed to carry the most evil and terrifying nightmare in the world.

The proprietress took a hasty glance, and was suddenly shocked. The movement of her hand stopped abruptly, and the pot of wine was rudely thrown to the ground.

The pot cracked with a crisp sound, and the mellow aroma and wine seeped through the crack and flowed instantly.

"Ah, this, this guest, the guest...I..."

The proprietress was startled by the sound of the flagon being smashed, and immediately regained her sanity, but the panic in her heart did not completely dissipate, and the words of apology stuttered.

"fine."

The woman noticed something, quickly pulled back the bamboo hat, and said in a low voice, "Anyway, I don't need wine anymore."

She already knew what she wanted to know, and she didn't intend to stay here any longer.

It turned out that she had been asleep for 800 years.

It turns out that the story of her and Metvia is still being passed down to this day.

But for all the behaviors she did before, for her choice and the person she loves, Bai Wanwan felt a lot of emotion, but she didn't regret it in the slightest.

As she had said in front of that person before:

"The people I have experienced, the things I have suffered, there are joys and sorrows, love and hate, but they are all chosen by myself and have nothing to do with them."

"I will never regret it."

"If I could do it all over again..."

Bai Wanwan stood up silently, left the money for the wine on the table in the tavern, nodded slightly at the proprietress, then turned and walked towards the street outside the hotel.

Those gossip about the devil, about her, and about countless people were completely separated from the two places as the thick curtain fell.

"...I will still choose to meet you."

The hustle and bustle in the tavern was left behind by her, she stepped into the quiet and lonely heavy snow alone, the flying snow and wind lifted her robe, her black back was vague, walked away silently, disappeared .

Just like many years ago, she came here for the first time.

——All these stories must start from a winter day 800 years ago.

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