Shadow of the Evil God

He didn't want their words to reach Ferriers, so he pulled her into a hug, letting her sit astride his lap. He knew this guy wanted to have sex with both of them, regardless of whether the other person agreed or not. However, considering that Sevra was watching, he had to comply with her request. Of course, sometimes people accidentally crossed the line, and she understood.

Like Sevra, Ajeh already bore numerous sword wounds, staining her body with blood at the touch of a finger. But she didn't care. With her plump hips, slender waist, taut, strong skin, and wild hair falling almost to her waist, she looked like a sturdy she-wolf. She leaned down and licked his face, licking the wounds Sevra had inflicted on him. As he saw that fair face slowly emerge, he kissed her, his teeth biting her lips.

Somehow, he felt that this kiss was different from the past. It was mixed with more complicated longing for both him and Ajiehe.

"Do you have to bite your lip, Cesar?" Sevra sighed.

"It's amazing, Sephora." Ajeh sighed softly in his ear. "I thought you would storm out in anger."

Cesar savored the emotions flowing from Sevra into his heart, feeling a little intoxicated. He bit Ajeh's neck gently, gnawing his teeth at her collarbone. In the warmth of this narrow side room, he could feel her skin burning hot, filled with the fragrance of sweat and blood.

He reached into her clothes and gently kneaded her breasts, watching her slowly raise her chin and tilt her head back until his mouth was soaked with her fragrant blood. Her neck was white and delicate, and her skin was as delicate as the impression of her lips. Her breasts were soft and tender in his hands, and as he gently caressed them, the beads became more and more firm.

After a few breaths, Ajeh sat down with her back against his chest, wrapped her arms around his neck, and bit his ear. Once satisfied, she opened her mouth, darting out her bright red tongue to catch his blood-stained saliva, then raised her head to bite his jaw again. Although they had already engaged in various forms of intercourse, this feeling was still new. After all, when he was fully Cesar, he was much taller than she was.

"Remember to keep your voice down," she said in a seductive voice, "Don't let Aya, who's looking for books outside, hear us."

......

When Cesar was about to take advantage of the situation and enjoy her all over, Aya pulled Ajiehe's tail and pulled her away with great force. Ajiehe didn't care. She shrugged and went to read a book nearby. This guy looked very wild, but he was actually quite knowledgeable about theology, history and the cultural customs of mages.

She picked up the book "On the Existence of the Temples of the Gods" and read it intently. Of course, if she didn't do that, she wouldn't be able to satirize others so accurately.

Although Cesar wanted to ask the other person about her feelings and experience, she did not say anything, so he had to give up. Ferriers had just been reading, but now she picked up her manuscript and started taking notes. Cesar leaned over and immediately saw the strange manuscript she was writing.

"A ciphered manuscript?" he said.

"Cipher manuscript..." Ferriers was writing when she suddenly raised her head and put her face close to his. "Cipher manuscript?"

"Is there something wrong?" Cesar asked her.

"Of course not," Ajiehe said, casting him a playful glance from across the table. "The term 'cryptographic manuscript' is a later term, at least from the early days of the Origin Society. In this era, it's just one way to utilize the divine text."

Cesar had expected the truth to come out eventually, but he hadn't expected it to happen so soon. As for the fact that Ajeh was standing there, silently watching him laugh, what else could he do? That was just her personality. He'd have to put a chain around her neck and make her crawl on the ground like a dog.

Ferriers looked at the tome Ajeh was slowly turning, then back at him. "That's a nice name indeed," she said. "But if you were a figment of my imagination, how could you possibly say something I don't even know? You know, this word—it perfectly fits the way this divine text is used. If it were me, I'd definitely come up with something awkward and lame. I've never been good at naming things."

Cesar stared at her for a long moment. "I come from the afterlife."

"No! You should say—there are talents in my consciousness that I haven't discovered yet. I'm more amazing than I thought!"

"That's certainly possible," Cesar replied, "but I think lies are unnecessary at this time."

Ferris was silent for a moment. "But even if you're from the afterlife, I can't help but see other people from that afterlife," she said softly. "I've roughly guessed the truth. You are indeed Sevra, completely Sevra, but the others around you don't exist in this fragment of memory, in this era."

"So you know you are..."

Her face was pale. "But you'll be fine in the future," she said, then impulsively threw herself into his arms and clung to him. "Tell me, you'll be fine in the future, right?"

"We will all live well from now on, Master." Cesar stroked her head and combed his fingers through her messy hair.

She raised her head, hugged his neck again, and bit his shoulder hard with her teeth. "I really hope this is true, but you are obviously lying to me. Just because I have a residual memory, you can lie to me like this?"

"Are you sure about your own ending..."

"I will travel through the Age of Gods, walk to the end of the wasteland, and pass through that door!" Fioriels raised her head again and announced loudly, "If I succeed, I can become a great being and do things that others cannot, such as saving you from your destined end. Do you understand? However, a great being cannot be a great person. I already know this!"

"I recall the past so that I can reach a higher place and bring you back to me," Cesar said in his gentlest voice. "In my time, you were still a great man and a great wizard. It's just that you stood too high, that's all."

She was shaking her head. "If you're trying to win me back like this, it means something terrible has already happened. I didn't keep you with me because I must have known that after that, I shouldn't have kept you with me."

Ferris sat back in her chair, closed the book on spell principles she had been reading, then brought her knees together and fixed her gaze on his face. She rested her chin on her knees and remained silent for a while, as if trying to memorize his appearance. The candles cast a dim yellow hue on the side room of the library, revealing a faint golden hue, like a mysterious and hazy hope. After a long moment, she finally said, "You must want to defeat that Ferris, but even if you defeat her, you can't bring back the person who wants to leave. After all, we..."

He leaned over and kissed her slightly parted lips beneath her wide eyes. "There's a reason for this that's more important than master and servant," he said. "Do you understand why I'm doing this?"

Ferris pursed her lips. "Have you kissed my memories of other ages like this? Younger ones?"

"Uh......"

Chapter 406 Remember Me

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ferriers leaned forward and touched the tip of her nose to his, gently pressing them together until both of their noses tilted slightly upwards. She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling, and held her hand to his chest, as if sensing his breath, without saying a word.

Cesar asked her what she was looking for.

“Remnants of memory,” she said, then added, “If you’d touched any of my other memories, I’d have felt it in you.”

"Can you feel it?"

She opened her eyes slightly, "Kiss me again."

"I want you to kiss me," Cesar said.

"You've become a little nasty," Ferriers said, but she still reached out to cup his face and pressed her soft lips against his. It was a long moment before she parted them, her eyes reflecting memories of another era. "It seems we've had sex many times," she said. "The first time was when I was only a teenager, before I left the academy. I've seen many days, and many nights, in all kinds of places, in all kinds of ways."

"You were quite young then, but..."

Ferriers stroked his cheek with her slender fingers. "However, the first time was not in the school, but in a trapped city. I held your arm, lay in your arms, and spent the whole night. I seemed to know what satisfaction felt like. In that place, you were a man, and in that city, Ferriers was also a lonely ghost who had forgotten everything, not even a lonely ghost..."

"I've always been there for you," Cesar said.

"Nothing," she shook her head. "This means that the pitiful Ferriers has left that great being. After discarding everything that can be discarded, I finally..."

"I believe that the Ferrieres who was left behind is the real Ferrieres," Cesar said. "I have always wanted to save her fragile existence."

"The candle will eventually burn out," she insisted.

"Then renew her roots," he said. "For this, I need to pull the great Ferriers down from heaven to earth."

"and then?"

"Let her make amends for the mistakes she made first."

"You don't look like you can get her to make amends," Ferriers said. "If she doesn't agree, what can you do?"

"Spank her."

"I'm being serious!" she protested. "Well, maybe you do spank her someday, after all you've become. But I think that's a long time away. Right now, I want all the other Ferrieres you kiss to remember me at this age, feeling the way I did at this moment."

Ferris took his hand, lifted the dress from her waist, and pressed it against her right breast. He gently grasped it, feeling the softness of her pale pink beads. The small, hand-sized mound beneath was delicate and slender, its touch like feathers. Interlaced blue arcs dotted it, shimmering with light.

"Does it make you nervous to have people watching?" he asked.

"Very nervous," she said, pushing out her small breasts and gently arching her round hips against his right hand. "But the more nervous and ashamed you are, the deeper this moment will be." She raised her flushed cheeks. "I will imprint this memory on your soul. These memories will gradually accumulate, and then, like a dream, they will fall upon the dreamless Ferrieres. I will be with her...with you..."

"I'll cover you as much as I can," Cesar said. "Do you want some pain?"

"Hope." Ferriers said softly, "Even if it's just a fleeting memory, I still want to..."

Cesar knew that no matter what, he would still hurt her, whether in Neuen or in the remnant of her memory. He also knew that no matter her age, he would never let her go. When she whispered these words, he couldn't hold back.

"Don't take me with you, you bastard!" Cesar was stunned when he heard this, and then he saw Sephora separated from him.

At first, he thought his form would vanish from Firiel's sight, but she held onto his arm tightly. The blue runes, as if alive, spread outward from her fingers, carving into his body, tracing curving lines across his skin. In her eyes, she must have been tracing the outline of an invisible being.

Cesar lifted the hem of her skirt and drove straight in, sinking into her petite and delicate body, almost tearing her apart.

He penetrated her, drawing out with blood, then thrusting in again. First she sat astride his lap, his hands caressing her shimmering body, feeling the warmth of every inch of her skin. Blood splattered between her legs, the insides already a vibrant red.

Then Cesar picked her up, gripped her soft buttocks with both hands, kneaded them gently, and used her delicate body to wrap around the thing under him. She cried and moaned, her voice a mixture of joy and reluctance, hugging his body outlined by blue runes tightly.

"You are like a god incarnate," Phiriers gasped. "Is this what it means to have intercourse with the invisible? I must write down what happened today in my notes... Can you hear me?

Place them on my fingers and I will outline your cheeks and lips."

Cesar lowered his head and placed his lips on the tip of her finger. He watched as she gently stroked it, staining it a pale blue and drawing lines of blue across her invisible cheek. Then she kissed him, licking his lips with her small, sweet tongue. After a long moment, she parted her lips, and when she opened them again, her small tongue, also a pale blue, shimmered and darted into his lips, gently stirring them.

"I'm going to fill you with my magic." She opened her mouth and bit his cheek, then licked his eyes with her light blue tongue, coating his eyeballs with a light blue hue. "And fill your lower body with it too..." Cesar felt her body tighten, and traces of rune lines extended down her waist and abdomen, like soft silk threads seeping into her body, tightly wrapping his snake, and dyeing it into a long snake covered with blue stripes.

He pushed forward, his movements accelerating. She bit her lip, trying not to scream, but her waist arched backward. Her two slender legs clamped around his waist, her body swaying constantly, and with a tremor, she suddenly collapsed in his arms.

After a while, Cesar held her and sat her down at the desk, her back against his chest. He lowered her skirt, his left hand reaching in to caress her delicate breasts. With his right hand, he spread out the book he hadn't finished reading on the table. "I want to record ancient books that have been lost to later generations. Would you mind helping me translate them?" he wrote.

"You are such a barbaric and bad guy..." She panted softly, but still reached out to open the book and flipped through the pages so that the dog could remember it next to her.

Ferris was flipping through a book while Cesar held her from behind, pressing his lower abdomen against her soft hips and gently thrusting into her. The next time she came, she was turning the pages of a conversation book. She pursed her lips tightly, saliva oozing from the corners of her mouth. He reached out and caressed her soft, blue lips, pressing them inward. Then he slipped his finger inside and pressed it against the smooth, blue surface of her tongue.

She bit his fingers and bit her lower body even tighter. Both of her little mouths kept sucking. One bit the blood and sucked it into her mouth, while the other kept sucking out the sticky turbid liquid.

The night gradually turned rainy. Even deep in the library, he could hear the heavy rain falling on the palace, the raindrops hitting the tiles like drums. He caressed the girl in his arms, watching as the blue rune lines spread along the place where their skin touched, imprinting his outline and presence. That perception carried her elusive thoughts, giving people a feeling of confusion and beauty.

When Cesar kissed the deepest part of Ferriers' body, her breathing became more and more hot. She turned her face to the side, her nose touching his nose, her cheek touching his cheek, rubbing against each other like cats, and strands of warm breath brushed across her cheek from her lips, carrying deep affection.

"Can you remember me?" she asked him softly. "You look like an invisible human body outlined by rune lines... It's amazing."

Cesar kissed her cheek, past the tear marks at the corners of her eyes, and then she bit his lip, pressing it against hers, savoring it and nibbling it gently. She seemed to want to use this night to release all the brilliance of her memory. The rune lines shifted more and more towards him, while her figure seemed to grow increasingly faint. She turned and opened the next book, flipping through a dozen pages for the dog beside her, but she didn't forget to lift her round, white hips, gently rising, and then slowly sitting down facing the snake head.

As her body was slowly stretched, Cesar grasped her waist, feeling her gently twist, twisting it within her, touching and prodding every inch of her skin. Her movements were clumsy yet graceful, her hips thrusting up and down, sliding against his abdomen. It was exquisite to watch. From time to time, her small, blood-dripping mouth would release the snake's head, closing slightly, then pulling it apart again, biting it, like a bud that repeatedly closed and opened.

By the end of the thrusting, her waist had collapsed, bent over the desk. She pursed her lips, which were constantly dripping with saliva, while turning the pages of the book at hand. Cesar held her breasts, held her body up, and used his left hand to slowly stir in her saliva-filled mouth, while his body also kept stirring in her sticky body. Her eyes were hazy, and she tried to sit up and turn the pages, but she couldn't stop sucking on his fingers, making unconscious low moans. Finally, he hugged her tightly and leaned back with her in the chair. When he took out his fingers, she licked them lightly with reluctance.

"We've almost finished reading all the books we brought here." Ferris said slowly, "Where are you going next?"

"Tracing back to the remnants of Milava," Cesar wrote, "and, of course, continuing to trace back to Ferrieres at other ages."

"Milawa also...didn't end well?"

"The Frankish Empire is on its last legs."

"So, I have lived longer than the Frank Empire."

"Longer than the Emperor and Empress of the Frankish Empire."

"Sister too..."

Cesar thought for a moment, then picked up his pen and wrote, "Does the name Dongye impress you?"

Chapter 407: The Domination of Thought

"There are so many old names," Ferriers denied. "And people are always changing their names. I'm not even happy with my own name and often want to change it, let alone others."

Cesar picked up his pen, then put it down again. He wasn't the Dullahan Isley, so writing was still too much of a hassle. While Sevra was poring over lost ancient tome, he reached out and grasped her shoulders. After a moment of silent stare, he pulled her toward him. Although Aya puffed out her cheeks again, protesting his impulsiveness in taking her master away, she still vanished into his arms.

He smiled as Sephora and patted the guy on the shoulder.

"What do you know about the origins of the Yesterlen School, Finny?" Cesar pressed. "I'm trying to trace the curse of your school, the one that's been plaguing you. I've come into contact with a descendant of Arlanti and discovered that as a child, he played with a nonexistent being named Dongye. It doesn't matter what happened at first, but later, Dongye replaced her consciousness and took over as the school's leader. Even her children believe she's still her original self, only her personality has changed."

"It sounds like you've become an heirloom servant of our school." She pressed against his back, looking up. "Perhaps you have a destined connection with my school?"

“It’s hard for me to say, but it is indeed the heirs of your school who are accompanying me in later generations,” he said.

"You are still the ancestral lover!" she cried.

"Actually, your descendant is chasing after you," Cesar explained. "Initially, she was just clinging to your remnants and didn't want to let go. It's because of you that she stayed with us."

"Is the Great Ferriers famous in later generations?"

"Like the Soler of our time. People admire you, respect you, and, of course, you could say, fear you."

"Will they talk about my past? How did I get to that day?"

Cesar shook his head slightly. "This era and its people have all been deliberately forgotten. Your past is hidden in the mist. I came here to search for the past of this era."

"Everything has been forgotten," Ferriers repeated. "So, nothing we did left any trace?"

"That Ferriers herself is the only remaining trace," Cesar said.

Lost in thought, she held his arms tightly to her chest. She leaned closer to him, drawing her knees together against her chest as if to shrink into him.

Cesar stroked her hair, lifted the strands that covered her forehead, and tied them into a small braid on top of her head, just like Diana did with Fils's hair. Then he kissed her fair forehead. She said nothing, her dark blue eyes twinkling under her long eyelashes, as if she wanted to see through him into the future.

"Someone has indeed said," she finally said, "Since the origins of all schools of magic are the inheritance of Kuna priests, and the original leaders of all schools are also Kuna ancestors, then it is difficult to guarantee that there are no ancestors with ulterior motives. These people have long foreseen the demise of their tribe and want to use us, the Franks, to continue the existence of something, perhaps a soul, perhaps a thought, or perhaps something else I can't explain. But I also..."

"That's what I'm talking about," Cesar said. "After experiencing the erosion of thought, I came up with some ideas. First of all, in my time, the Ferrieres I met was actually a soulless personality, or rather, a thought that existed without a soul."

"So she's not actually a remnant of my memory, but my personality abandoned by my soul..."

"Perhaps," he said. "It's a cruel thing, but in order to lead to my subsequent thoughts, I must make it clear. As a personality separated from the soul, her existence is very weak, like rootless water. In order to keep her by my side, I must go to the wasteland every night to search for scattered souls to continue her existence."

"Keep sticking new ones under the burning candle?"

“Very similar.”

"Why do you struggle like this? The wasteland is a terrible place, incompatible with us creatures who live in time and order."

"Because I promised you."

"ensure?"

"I made this promise not only to the Ferris who's by my side, but also to the Ferris of another age." Cesar held her hand and played with her fingers. "Like this, I'm telling you that we'll never be apart. You saying forever isn't practical. If you want to calculate a time, I'll say a thousand years from now."

"I feel like you're the kind of person who only has nice things to say." Ferriers muttered.

He coughed softly. "Through your existence, I'm thinking, since personalities can exist independently of the soul, then perhaps there are similar beings that aren't as weak as the little Ferriers beside me. That little Ferriers was passively accepting my care, constantly adding new candles to the bottom. After all, she was the abandoned one. But what if the opposite is true? It's not that the soul abandons its personalities, but that a personality abandons its soul, gaining a completely different form of existence."

"I'll have to think about this... Is there any underlying theory behind this idea?"

"There's a saying called free thought," Cesar pondered. "Imagine if I asked you, 'Are you free?' It sounds stupid, but it's necessary. You say you want to break free from the constraints of your bloodline, that you're free, but you're not. This idea comes from generations of your school's ideas of breaking free from constraints. There was one person who first discovered that he was cursed and wrote it down in a manuscript. So, this person was the original advocate, and generations like you were followers of this person's ideas."