Silver Blade and Rose

After taking a shower, Zals wore only a T-shirt, with the sleeves rolled up above his elbows, and he was hugged by Edwin through a thin layer of fabric. A different body temperature was transmitted through the clothes, and he suddenly felt I feel a little hot on my face.

Edwin and he are different, they always have a faint fragrance on their bodies, he doesn't know anything about men's perfume, he just thinks that the smell is so weak that he can hardly notice it at first, but when he realizes it, the fragrance can't be erased, no matter how many times he walks out Yuan still remembers the scent on his body.

It is like the aroma of ice-quenched plants, but the aftertaste is unexpectedly mellow and lingering. In the past, when Zals occasionally thought of it, he would think that the fragrance was too unique, but now he thinks that maybe it is because it is on Edwin, so it looks so unique. .

He was a little bit reluctant to part with this cool hug, so he raised his arms and hugged her back.

It might be a little strange to say that, but Zars really felt that the atmosphere was quite warm, until a moment later, Edwin's hand holding him was slowly lowered, and he seemed to have regained his usual calmness.

"Actually, what I just said is true." The coffee cup was in his other hand, and he looked down at the remaining half of the coffee in the cup, and said in a low voice, "I'm paranoid, because of Herlet's disappearance, I had a fight with Renol who hated him the most, and cut off one of his wings; I was indifferent, because Aiwen was injured and disappeared in that battle, and then I was exiled here, he was my only friend, but I have always been Couldn't find him."

"...It's not your fault." Zars comforted him.

Edwin shook his head: "It's my fault. I didn't expect him to be trapped in the 'Forest of No Return', because I never knew he had brought people there."

"Then more..."

Zals wanted to say, "Then I can't blame you," but before he could say it, Edwin interrupted him: "He took someone to look for him after he heard me say that Herlett was missing. "

He froze for a moment, opened his mouth, and swallowed the words back.

"As for the last point," Edwin looked up at him, and said with a half-smile, "You don't think I haven't killed anyone, do you?"

They were very close, within a distance of reaching out to hug each other. Zalls was sitting in the corner of the big bed that belonged to Edwin, and the other party's breath was very close at hand, as if he could judge a person just by his breath, but of course it wasn't like that. .

He knew Edwin well. Although the time they spent together was not worth mentioning to each other, it was enough for him to tell whether a person was sincere or not.

"You're not as bad as you say you are."

Zals and Edwin looked at each other, drawing conclusions for his series of "confessions".

Edwin didn't speak. After a long time, he passed Zals and put the cup on the chair that was temporarily used as a table, and said casually: "You are both my assistant and contractor, of course you are different from others. But I really don't care The life and death of human beings, for example, when the crazy woman pulled Beritan's consciousness out of her body last time, I almost killed her by the way."

"You don't treat them as your own kind, not only Mrs. Winnie, but also most of the other human beings." Zales said, "Actually... I don't think this is a bad thing. If it is the opposite, you may have to spend more time Humans live longer to forget a person."

Edwin smiled and did not refute his words.

Zals is very serious about standing in his own position and thinking, and he is completely biased, he can feel it.

However, in fact, not only humans, but even demons and white people cannot make him empathize, because he is incompatible with both sides, and even the tribes such as Setana can hardly experience what kind of situation he is in.

"In name, we have integrated into hell and live in the same place with the demons. Although there were battles from time to time, they never pushed us to the side of the white land. But the fact is that the Lord of Hell only wants to use Herlet's power to fight with the demons." In order to win the war in the Whitelands, so that they don't have to lose the Great Demon, and they don't have to worry about losing - the people who know the Whitelanders best are always their compatriots.

"That's why the Baidi people who came to Hell actually live in peace. They seem to be wandering in the cracks. They neither belong to Baidi nor are they accepted by Hell. They still live closed at the end of the Silver Desert."

He uses the word "they," which means he doesn't actually see himself as one of them.

Sensing Zarth's gaze, Edwin smiled: "I have never lived with them. Not long after I came out of the Sombra Palace, Herlet disappeared, and I became their leader inexplicably."

Empty has the title of leader or even king, but has no sense of belonging to his own ethnic group.Like this group of white landers who were separated from the forces of both sides, Edwin actually didn't think he was one of them.

"Is it a bit contradictory?" He said, "But that's it. Before the accident, I only kept in stable contact with Ivan."

Zales nodded, expressing that he could understand his feelings: "You feel that you don't belong to them, but in fact, you don't know which side you belong to."

He spoke very bluntly, even though only the two of them could hear it, Edwin's pupils shrank for a moment when someone exposed the thought that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, and even he himself was unwilling to admit it.Even though he hid it well, the mood swings were conveyed to Zales.

"Don't worry," Zales patted the back of his hand and said with a smile, "Now you are not alone, there is Munn, Hannah, and I am with you, isn't it?"

Edwin was silent for a while, complied with his wishes a little helplessly, and gradually relaxed.

"...I didn't know you could talk like that before."

"Didn't you say that? I have a lot of experience in psychological counseling." Zars said with pretended ease.

Edwin raised an eyebrow, already knowing that what he said was not the truth, but still wanted to tease him: "Really?"

He just felt that after Zals graduated from the police academy, he didn't study related majors. Maybe it was for some reason that he came into contact with the so-called psychological counseling. As a result, Zals revealed his secrets when he was suspicious, and sighed. Ask him: "Is it obvious to lie? Then let me confess. In fact, I have rich counseling experience, but I haven't learned much. I don't know how to enlighten you."

Not wanting to dwell on his own problems anymore, Edwin changed the subject cooperatively: "Tutored?"

Zales nodded: "Don't you know why I was recommended to come to No. 179?"

He briefly talked about the accident he experienced on the eve of graduation and his own situation afterwards, which was a bit reciprocal—Edwin told him all his stories, although the first 20 years of his life were not wonderful, nor There were so many ups and downs, but the understanding was mutual, Zals didn't mind telling Edwin about these things.

"So you see, it's not like I haven't killed people before." He shrugged, "Actually, as long as there is a reason for the incident and it's not a bad thing, it's understandable."

The psychological counseling was not as effective as he imagined. After that, he still occasionally dreamed of the shot he fired. He obviously had no memory, but the dream was as vivid as a movie.Zals doubted whether he really fired the shot, but after arriving at 179 Rockhill Street, these things gradually became less important.

"Do you want to know if you actually shot?" Edwin looked at him. "I can help you remember."

"Don't read my thoughts anymore," Zars said helplessly, "It's been so long, it's fine if you can't remember, and they won't put things on me that they haven't done. This case is strictly speaking Come on, I’ve done a great job.”

If he can't remember it, he won't be bothered anymore. Now that he has a new job and life, that matter has long since stopped bothering him.He just said that in passing to comfort Edwin.

Edwin didn't think so: "If you care about it, you have to verify its authenticity, and you can't be blocked by the 'memory' of unknown truth—"

He spoke eloquently, and Zals raised his hand in surrender: "My current goal has nothing to do with it, but well, if you want, then read it and tell me."