[Quick Pass] The target of the strategy is the fine points

"Meow~" A black cat jumped onto the window sill.The emerald-like pupils were gloomy, he flicked his tail, and jumped off the window sill.

Willis was no stranger to this cat, and he followed the cat to the cave that he hadn't visited for a long time, as light as a ghost.

"What do you need, Your Excellency?" Willis looked at the man in the black robe in front of him.The black voluminous robe wrapped him tightly, and only two strands of silver could be seen slipping out of the gap.

The man turned around, revealing only a thin lip and a sharp chin.

"The person I was waiting for has arrived, so I finally created a batch of vampires for you."

"Are you leaving?"

Willis was a little surprised.He met this person by accident. Although he never showed his true face during the period, he also helped him a lot.

"Well, I came here to push something. Since he's already on the track, I don't have to stay here." The man in black robe opened his thin lips lightly, and the words he spit out had a unified voice.

Willis pursed his lips, and performed a standard aristocratic etiquette to him: "Although I don't know who you are, thank you for your help over the years."

The man in black robe did not move, and directly accepted the highest etiquette from the blood prince.

"When the god disappears, his people will be disappointed and elect a new generation of gods. If that happens, the original gods will disappear."

Willist paused for a moment, his nails sank slightly into his flesh, he pursed his lips and remained silent.

The man seemed to just remind him, and then disappeared in place.

Willis stood still like a puppet.

After a long time, he moved slightly, covered his face with his hands and let out a burst of laughter.

As the cave was filled with his laughter, a crystal clear teardrop slid down his cheek and hit the ground mercilessly.

It seems to be letting go.Although he likes his god very much, he doesn't want his selfish love to make his god disappear completely from the world.

As he left, several phantoms flashed in the place where the man in black robe disappeared just now and reappeared in place.

There was a cold mechanical light in the raised eyes.

In the castle full of poppies, Vesta sat on the bed and read a book quietly.

In the past few days, Willis seems to be very relieved of him, but even though he has removed the shackles, his range of activities is limited to this room.

Suddenly being hugged from behind, Vesta just tilted her head, as if she was used to it, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, just spend more time with me these days."

Willis rubbed his head on his shoulder.

Vesta blinked.Putting the book on his lap, he rubbed his head lightly with his hand, "Okay, you can tell me if you have any troubles."

Willis looked up at him, his red eyes were filled with complexity, and he finally spoke.

"Your people are now choosing a new god."

Vesta's hand touching his hair paused, her black eyelashes trembled, and her tone was as gentle as ever. "Well, I've disappeared for so long, they should give up on me."

He could feel his divine power disappearing these days, but he didn't have any complaints.

After all, his divine power comes from their beliefs, and he is trapped in this darkness, so naturally he has no way to protect them, so why should they give selflessly.

Willis pinched his jaw and forced him to look at him: "Hate me?"

There was still a smile in Vesta's voice, but it was so harsh in Willis' ears, "I don't hate."

Willis smiled wryly.

I'd rather you hate me than you be so gentle with everyone.

Vesta's eyes suddenly moved to his hands.

Willis' right hand was on his shoulder, wearing a black glove.

The left hand is also tightly wrapped.

"what happened to your hand?"

He tried to touch the hand on his shoulder, but Willis dodged it like an electric shock.

"It's okay, just let me hug you more."

Willis smiled at him.

The red eyes were full of smiles, which made him see some clarity that belonged only to young people.

Vesta stared at him for a moment, then smiled gently and didn't think much about it.

From then on, Willis often clings to him, or lies on his back and reads with him.

Willis lay on his back that day and looked at his face that fascinated him, and couldn't help tilting his head and kissing him.

Vesta was fascinated, and was accidentally pulled back to reality by the cold and soft touch on his face, and turned to look at Willis.

Willis followed him to watch, but he didn't expect to be touched on the face the next moment.

"Don't make trouble."

Vesta's voice was doting, making him unreal.

He kissed again tentatively.Vesta didn't refuse, just touched his face lightly.

"Can you give me a kiss?"

Willis looked at Vesta with sparkling eyes, like a child begging for candy.

Vesta followed his intention and kissed him on the forehead, her heart was soft.

Unexpectedly, Willis's happy expression suddenly turned cold, and he shook off his hand touching his cheek and walked out directly.

"Willis?"

Vesta was a little inexplicable looking at her hand being thrown away, and finally smiled wryly.

Willis returned to his dark room.

Because he always slept with Vesta in the past few days, he actually felt that his room was extremely cold.

He took a dagger from the desk compartment.

The silver dagger had a hollow pattern, and the moment it touched his hand, there was a burning smell.He played with the dagger as if he didn't feel it.

Taking off the black gloves, he revealed a pale hand with scorched marks.

"Sure enough, I can't even touch his things, let alone him."

Willis looked down at the dagger.

This is Vesta's personal item.He said it was his mother's relic, and he would only give it to his lover in the future, that's why he was so excited when he saw Tokia holding this dagger.

"Liar, it turns out that gods can also deceive people."

Willis leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, his thoughts seemed to return to the past.

"Are you lost? It's dangerous here, follow me."

The still young god looked at the dirt-covered child in front of him and stretched out his hands.

"Okay."

The child blinked and held out his bloody hand.

"Vesta, what is this dagger for?"

"Hiss..." The young Willis looked at the hands and eyes that were burned when he touched them. Darkness and defense flashed in his eyes.

"This." Vista took the dagger with longing in his eyes, "This is left to me by my mother, and she said it will be given to my future wife in the future."

"Is it your wife who took over your dagger?"

"Well, I'll give it to my loved one myself."

The young god had a smile in his eyes, as if he was looking forward to what kind of person his future wife would be.

But this bright smile pierced Willis' unbeatable heart, planting a dark seed.

Vesta, who was left alone in the room, finally let out a breath while watching the sunset outside the window. "Come out."

Shi Xia hung his head on the window, "Tsk, you are really alert, have you thought about it?"

Vesta nodded, "This incident happened because of me, so I must bear the consequences."