binnovel Chapter 134 Bouquet of Life - S01 E05
Chapter 134 Bouquet of Life - S01 E05
"……Thank you."
"Alastor".
Having retracted your statement that you "would never thank the broadcasting devil," you suddenly say this to Alastor.
The dragon girl spoke solemnly, and her expression showed no sign of disgust or pretense.
This made Alastor involuntarily raise his eyebrows and want to lower his head to tease you. After all, you used to prefer cooking more dishes for him rather than saying "thank you".
This expression of gratitude must be very meaningful.
...But demons don't thank each other.
In Alastor's eyes, you are not like those crude idiots in hell who have nothing left and have even lost all sense of propriety and shame.
You possess so much value that he would rather you give him something of real substance.
ho.
The devil, who was calculating in his mind, rolled his eyes.
But before he could speak, the half-dragon girl, which had been lying quietly in his hand and seemed to have become no different from a vase, suddenly burst into flames without warning.
Although Alastor had no psychological barriers when entering someone's fire, he was actually quite uncertain when truly facing the fire of [unclear - possibly a specific type of fire].
"……Ugh."
With a deep, muffled sigh that barely audible, the dragon girl in Wendigo's hand completely transformed into a ball of white flame.
The devil's eyes widened at the sudden turn of events, but Wendigo relaxed completely after the white flame enveloped his hand without him feeling any burning sensation.
“My intention was not to ask someone to help me leave, because this was trouble I caused myself, and I shouldn’t make others share the consequences with me.”
"I am indeed worried that you might get hurt here, and I appreciate your concern."
"...Whatever your intention, I apologize for my rudeness and recklessness."
"At least the gentleman's intentions were good, and he didn't really take advantage of the situation."
"And I will also remember your stern accountability."
"You may leave now."
This time, the dragon girl was genuinely asking Alastor to leave.
Her words were polite and formal, reminiscent of the old aristocrats of Alastor's era.
But unlike her previous complaints which were more lenient, he could hear the unyielding tone in her voice.
Before Wendigo could speak, the white flames in his arms suddenly transformed into countless snow-white creatures that shot into the sky.
The bird's feathers unfurled fluffily in the embrace of the red devil, and the pure spring embraced the snow-white vines as they grew ecstatically towards the sky.
Scarlet and pure white, two completely different colors, collide at this moment to create a new, eerie, and gorgeous scene.
Like a white dove's feathers stained with bright red blood, it hovers slowly in the air even though half its head has been cut off—a beauty that is both chilling and indescribable.
"Please don't do anything so reckless and impulsive next time, okay? If it goes beyond my expectations, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you, sir."
A helpless anger fell.
The dragon girl's face, shrouded in white flames, stopped in front of Alastor.
Her fingertips brushed against the gentleman's cheek, but only lightly before withdrawing.
The flames, like soft silk, swirled upwards with each cluster of swirling bouquets, their smooth arcs so beautiful they were captivating.
The pure white bouquets rushed towards the gray curtain of the sky like a river flowing backwards.
A graceful and rounded beauty quickly transformed into a vibrant life visible to the naked eye, and then, like a self-aware sword, it pointed straight at the dome of this world!
The biting wind stirred up the waves that had been dormant in the water for a long time.
Alastor stood still, quietly watching as the once peaceful world was suddenly turned upside down by the dragon girl.
Alastor even felt that this seemed to be the true nature of ■■■.
It is as primal and spiritual as wild beasts in the mountains and forests, and as flamboyant and fierce as the ocean that engulfs heaven and earth.
Her world, which seemed like withered cotton, finally shed its calm exterior at this moment.
The vast world was suddenly filled only with angry howls that echoed throughout the heavens and earth.
The deafening roar of the crashing waves seemed to rival the thunder from beyond the sky, the deafening sounds never ceasing.
An unquenchable rage, seemingly from nowhere, raged and surged through the world of ■■■, and Alastor even felt as if he were hearing the shouts and desperate questions of a million people—
Intense emotions burst forth from the heavens and earth.
Drops of seawater, like a fine rain carrying millions of grains of salt, brushed against the devil's cheeks.
The cold, chilling sea breeze whipped up Alastor's tattered suit jacket. The fabric rustled and fluttered confidently in the air like blood-red wings.
The white flames enveloped the cannibalistic Wendigo from the west, making him like an unextinguished lighthouse amidst towering waves in the middle of the sea.
The black waves, like a raging beast, seemed to deliberately avoid the light that seemed to represent life, and also avoided the sinner lord who was leaning on his cane and watching all this from within.
"……snort."
The demon's almost inaudible gasp was swallowed by the sound of the waves.
The surging waves obscured the pale sky, and this boundless space made Alastor think—perhaps this place, with its illusion of peace, was actually showing the most primal sight of hell.
Alastor knew this was the power of ■■■.
This is the world she created, and this powerful energy, which seems capable of tearing the heavens and earth apart, should also belong to ■■■.
Perhaps it was the excitement of the Dragon Girl finally showing her strength that made the Broadcast Demon, who was becoming increasingly curious about everything, trembled, his crimson eyes filled with undisguised admiration.
If it weren't for her excellent performance, Alastor would have almost forgotten why she was so captivated by her.
The Dragon Girl seems to be life itself.
Dazzling, captivating, brilliant.
It is a blooming flower, flowing blood, and also evil and good.
She is the light and fire that the moth longs for.
It was a light and fire that he wanted to hold tightly in his hand until it was extinguished.
"?~"
With a crazed expression, Wendigo stared at everything before him. The scarlet Western sinner stood tall and imposing, like a proud and beautiful wild deer in the forest.
Until the white fire covered the entire sky, until the Dragon Girl's life, which she refused to stop until death, suddenly exploded...!
……
It was just a fleeting moment.
Everything that belonged to ■■■ seemed to have "disappeared" from here.
—Or rather, it was actually ■■■ that became "this place".
At the instant that white beam burst open, a sharp, buzzing sound, like tinnitus, echoed in Alastor's mind.
Just then, an unstoppable and intense gust of wind suddenly swept towards him!
But Wendigo did not close his eyes.
Like a swallow braving a downpour, he excitedly felt the echoes of a massive life reborn.
The water blurred the demon's vision, and Alastor, who was even blown backward by the wind, had no choice but to use his forearm to block the strong wind.
He arched his body like a nimble wildcat, pushing off with his toes, trying to resist the powerful wind that carried the force of a thousand pounds.
The turmoil surrounding Wendigo was probably cleaved apart by something.
Everything that was too intense for life seemed to have been swept away by that gust of wind.
When Alastor reopened his eyes, which he had only closed for a moment, the once turbulent water and sky calmed down.
Feeling a pang of regret, he squinted at the horizon where the water met the sky...
But as far as the old gentleman could see, all that remained was a straight dividing line.
The fire that belonged to the Dragon Girl disappeared.
They seemed to have transformed into the sky and the earth. A gray sky without a single cloud, or perhaps this "sea" that seemed to have nurtured all things in the world.
The biting wind penetrated Alastor's already frail body.
"..."
"Zizi-"
The old static from the radio continued to play as usual.
After the acquaintance disappeared, Wendigo cautiously squinted and looked to his right.
For some reason, a small cluster of snow-white flames still remained there...
Alastor could only feel at ease when ■■■ and her fire appeared together.
After all, he also felt that this mysterious person from the East was a freak somewhere between normal and insane...
Or rather, ■■■ is simply the kind of madman who is even more incomprehensible than ordinary madness because he takes things too seriously.
Alastor believed that ■■■ wouldn't touch him, but he couldn't completely put his mind at ease about ■■■'s fire.
He did indeed enter this territory that belonged entirely to [unclear], but that was because he knew that once he entered, he would at least encounter [unclear]—
Intelligent people always value their lives.
Although she said she would send him away and gave him a good show, he didn't like the fact that this woman, who was already beyond his tolerance, left him alone with her extremely dangerous fire.
Moreover, after ■■■ disappeared, Alastor's sudden lightness of his hand made him feel an unusual "emptiness" for the first time.
...Although the feeling quickly disappeared, he still found it very strange.
It was somewhere between disgust and novelty; he couldn't say he hated it, but he definitely couldn't say he liked it either.
"...Ji...■■■?"
Wendigo, who was standing still with his cane, seemed to utter her name politely.
He waved his cane, trying to get a response from an old acquaintance in this strange place.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't read it—but he doesn't know whether it was that "season" that touched the fire's bad luck, or whether it's because you can't shout "■■■" here.
Because after he spoke, the white flame that had been standing still and peacefully with him suddenly burst into flames like a furious wild beast...
Then, without warning, it pounced on him.