Symphony for the Insect Princess

Clara felt a chill in her heart.

"Hey, Qimila, don't scare me...they...they..."

"there."

“——!!!!”

Right behind her.

A slightly plump young man, a boy wearing glasses, was lying among the bricks and rubble.

His body was covered with a thick layer of ash.

His expression was frozen at the moment he was blown away. It was an extremely terrified and distorted expression.

Qimila and Clara were both affected by the aftermath of the astrological magic bombardment, and did not directly hit any hard objects, so they were only slightly injured, but these two were not so lucky.

"No... no... no... in the end... but how..."

Clara's eyes were unfocused, her speech incoherent, her mind filled with a cacophony of noise. She had never lost a family member or friend forever in her life, never even thought about it, and now these two friends who had been together at the academy for so long, were just like this...

“Impossible… Impossible!!!”

She screamed and threw herself at the two bodies, but—

Swish!

The two men suddenly stood up.

There was no warning, not even the process of turning sideways → supporting oneself on the ground → climbing up, it was as if one was being pulled up by a transparent silk thread.

“…Huh?”

The two girls were startled and stumbled back a few steps, but Shul and Erwin seemed to have not seen them at all and walked straight in a certain direction. Their eyes were staring straight ahead, completely ignoring Clara's shouts, and suddenly they started running.

“Where are you going!?”

But they turned a deaf ear to the shouts and ran faster and faster, as if they were being pulled forward by something.

Qimila and Clara stared blankly at their receding backs.

"…What's wrong with them? Are they crazy?"

"They're heading back the way they came. Are they going back to see Mr. Rodrigo?"

"Actually, I thought they were all dead..."

"Anyway, it's a good thing he's not dead... probably."

"what should we do?"

"I can only follow..."

The two looked at each other and were about to move forward——

boom! ! ! !

A beam of starlight ripped through the night sky, blasting towards the frantic Shule and Erwin! A strong light flashed, and the two figures were submerged in the light curtain, their life or death unknown!

"Shull!! Erwin!!!"

Clara shouted anxiously, but darkness suddenly enveloped them, and the woman in black emerged from the shadows!

Ai Lian!

But for some reason she looked a little disheveled, with several cuts on her body, but it didn't look like she was hit by astrological magic.

"You two... Tsk, so troublesome! I don't know what happened to you, but--"

She looked a little anxious, no longer as calm as before, and no longer exuded the same sense of oppression towards the two of them.

"Hand over your stuff!"

Dense black shadows pressed towards them, but before that—

“—Damn it!”

Ailian suddenly sensed something and instantly slipped into the shadows. Suddenly, a giant skeletal hand burst from the ground where she had just stood! The skeleton was covered in purple and black markings, emitting a terrifying aura of death. A mere touch from it would surely kill an ordinary person!

Just as the skeletal hand appeared, another woman dressed in black walked out of the darkness.

She has an extremely mature and beautiful appearance, and a figure that can be said to be the best in the world.

The same aura of death was surrounding his body.

"You two, are you okay?"

""...""

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Charlotte—"

"Don't get carried away, Necromancer!!!"

"Uh, don't mess around..."

Eileen suddenly emerged from the shadows again and rushed towards Charlotte. The woman known as the Necromancer quickly defended herself - taking advantage of this gap, Clara and Qimila exchanged glances, and then ran in the same direction at the same time!

"Hey, wait a minute? I mean no harm—"

““I don’t know what’s going on, but retreat quickly! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ””

Ignoring the shouts behind them, the two men ran as fast as they could towards the place where they had separated from Rodrigo.

Chapter 61 Fragrance

At night, 18:15——

In the city lord’s mansion—

The girl is concentrating on tidying up her appearance.

So-called beauty is important and necessary.

Someone once said that all human actions, all thoughts, and all desires can ultimately be explained as a desire for "eternity."

Aisia disagreed.

"It all comes down to a desire for beauty, isn't that more appropriate?"

However, most of the so-called beauty in this world is too superficial.

The beautiful scenery of nature - I got tired of it a long time ago.

The beauty of man-made objects, famous cities, paintings, and sculptures - these are no longer new.

Creatures with beautiful bodies, including humans, are too common. A pleasing appearance is the minimum requirement. If someone has an ugly face, no one will be willing to look at him or her even if he or she is a saint.

The idea of ​​a person with a beautiful soul—perhaps the most common fable, and also the most boring. What, after all, qualifies as a "beautiful soul"? A person of noble character? One who helps others? One who sacrifices for others? One who celebrates moral integrity? Is true beauty the exclusive privilege of saints?

Meaningless.

What exactly is true beauty? Asia doesn't know either.

It is impossible to know. The standard of beauty is difficult to define in words. It can give wonderful stimulation to the senses, shock the soul, and simply make people happy... The definition standards are too diverse and too vague.

So there is no need to worry about it.

The only things that are worth paying attention to are those that truly make you feel beautiful. Just follow your true heart.

Dressing completed.

Aisia looked at herself in the dressing mirror.

Her dark blue long hair was adorned with a poppy-shaped hair accessory, she had sapphire earrings on her ears, and her favorite necklace was on her neck. She was wearing a sky blue dress that reached her calves and was decorated with just the right amount of white lace. On the outside, she also wore a thin knitted jacket that was a blue-gray color matching the dress.

The shoes chosen are black high leather boots with flat soles, just for convenience of movement.

"Hmm... not bad."

In order to improve mobility, it is inevitable to sacrifice some aesthetics, and this level is acceptable.

Open the incense burner, light your favorite incense, and the elegant fragrance will fill the room, making you happy.

Other things are already in place.

At this time-

Buckle buckle.

There was a knock on the door.

(Huh, it’s started…)

"It's me, Miss, Fulin."

"Please come in."

The door opened and Guard Captain Flynn walked in, wrinkling his nose when he smelled the aroma of incense.

Fulin wasn't a wizard or a war spirit; he was a mortal warrior (the equivalent of a great wizard). Although his lack of talent had stopped him just short of becoming a war spirit, he was still the best in the City Lord's Palace, second only to the butler, Piers Corey. He was now dressed in a beautiful uniform—or rather, a military uniform. His tall and muscular figure was quite intimidating, and there was a constant hint of inexplicable contempt in his eyes.

"Good evening, Miss. What is the matter that you have called me here for?"

He bowed out of courtesy, then stood there with his chest puffed out, as if he was too lazy to waste time.

"What do I want to talk to you about... I think you understand without me saying anything."

Aisia turned around, her golden pupils staring directly into Fulin's small eyes. Fulin's eye twitched, but he still said patiently, "If it's about that maid, I advise you to give up. She's already guilty, and there's no point in saying anything."

Flin just wanted to get away quickly; he had a lot of things to do, and he had always hated incense.

"Well, could you at least tell me where she's being held so I can visit her?"

"Sorry, no."

“…How heartless.”

"I'm really sorry, if you don't have anything else, I'll take my leave first--"

"Why the rush?"

"There are still many things waiting for me to deal with in the guard force."

"During this critical period, Father should be in charge of the situation himself, right? You shouldn't have much to do."

"Tsk..."

Fulin was growing increasingly impatient. What couldn't be done was impossible. Why was this young lady so insistent? What on earth was that fragrance? At first, it was a refreshing, elegant scent, tolerable enough, but the longer it lasted, the sweeter it became, as if the air in the room was filled with vaporized honey. The smell was so strong it made him dizzy.

"Why don't you take a moment and let us talk?"

"I told you, I'm busy... um..."

I shook my head vigorously, and the sweet taste faded a bit, but my mind didn't become clearer, instead it became more...

"I don't ask for much. I just want to make some effort before it becomes the worst possible situation. Is that okay?"

"What... can I..."

I'm so annoyed, so annoyed, so annoyed, my head is getting more and more dizzy, as if someone is peeling off my skull and pouring molasses inside.

"Now, why waste time? Let's—"

——Let’s have a good talk.

The girl's soft hand covered Fulin's rough big hand.

The increasingly hazy consciousness was suddenly touched.

Only at this moment did Flynn suddenly realize it.

Aisia was not wearing the long gloves that she always wore, and her fair arms were completely exposed.

"………………!?"

Suddenly realizing something, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, and after only a moment of hesitation, Flynn took action!

Bite the tip of your tongue hard!

The burning pain shot straight from the tip of his tongue to his heart, and Fulin suddenly woke up. The smell of incense returned to its original elegant taste, and his hand -

“Ahem… ahem… what!?”

At first glance, he thought he saw dead branches in the cold winter.

Looking again, it was his own hand.

No feeling at all, completely necrotic.