Yes, love can save humanity.

Rather, this was the retribution that Aurora, who had a twisted nature and was unscrupulous in her pursuit of ends, deserved.

What Ciel wants to do now is just to trample on it.

The more they don't want to see, the more they can't accept something, the more he will show it to them.

For example, let her see that the love she longs for will not be given away in the arms of the person she loves and hates, but "only she cannot have it".

For example, let her see how insignificant the love she wants to prove is in the eyes of the person she loves.

Thinking of this, Charles looked at Melusin.

At this moment, the fastest, strongest and most beautiful fairy was standing there in a daze, without any movement.

Obviously, she never thought that her love, which she had constantly shown to the person she loved but was always ignored and rejected, would be known by the evil dragon she feared the most.

This made her feel mixed emotions, she didn't know whether to feel scared or relieved.

"'Perry Dancer'... is a testament to your love for 'Northern Lights'... right?"

"..." Meilushin nodded slightly and responded in a low voice, "...Yes."

"Now, give me this love, and show it to those who are willing to appreciate it."

Meilushin bit her lips tightly, and her pretty face turned pale as if it had lost all its blood.

She didn't want to, couldn't, and shouldn't respond to this extremely rude request.

She would rather endure physical punishment than have her soul trampled upon.

But this is what Charles wanted.

Therefore, he transformed into a dragon, chuckled, and stated the cruel reality.

"Of course, you can also refuse."

"After all, I haven't seen the Northern Lights, and there's no need to see the Abyss that the Northern Lights loves, right?"

After hearing such cruel taunts, the Fairy Knight, who had been reluctant to act, finally took action.

"Chong-"

Like a sword or a spear, it is held by the strongest and most beautiful fairy. The cobalt blue gauntlet named "Lake Light" fell to the ground, revealing a crystal clear and delicate palm that looked like a sculpture of beautiful jade.

Meilushin's palms are slender but not delicate, her metacarpal bones are distinct but not abrupt, the back of her palms are delicate and white, the lines on her palms are graceful and elegant, extending from the palms to the outside, like a bud about to bloom, with an adorable beauty.

The candlelight shone on her hands, and each knuckle and its graceful lines reflected a beautiful girlish pink luster, which matched perfectly with the beautiful lake blue nails, complementing each other.

Even though Ciel is not a hand control person, he couldn't help but admire in his heart that she is worthy of being the fairy with the most beautiful name.

However, this is just the beginning.

When the fairy knight took off her armor and turned back into a girl in a dress, the beautiful aurora was born.

because.

Meilushin, dance.

The silky white arms drew glowing arcs in the darkness, and these lines of light danced with the waving fingertips.

The girl danced like a soaring swan or a fluttering butterfly. Her arms waved into smooth lines and her cobalt blue skirt spread out in the spin, just like the aurora in the night, spreading brilliant colors.

She stood on straight tiptoes and took ballet-like steps. Her slender body lines were soft and extended, and her movements were light and powerful, silently demonstrating her meticulous strength and grace.

No music, no spotlight, no stage.

So many problems that could have ruined a dance did not affect the girl's graceful dance steps.

No.

Rather, it is precisely because of the lack of these that her dance appears so beautiful.

She is like a free elf, and every leap, landing, spin and stop exudes a breathtaking beauty, just like the aurora decorating the night sky, with a dreamy beauty.

It is like using dance to weave a gorgeous and grand dream that makes people fall in love with it.

Under the dance of Melusin, even Charles, who harbored evil intentions, had to applaud and celebrate, proving that his aesthetic taste was not influenced by emotions.

"You are indeed the foil that Aurora cannot accept."

"Melushin, you are indeed the strongest and most beautiful fairy."

Meilushin wanted to retort to Charles' compliment, but after seeing the genuine admiration in his eyes, she finally shut her mouth and said no more.

I don’t know why.

The evil dragon in front of her was clearly a natural enemy that must be treated with caution and not reveal even the slightest flaw, but Meilushin inexplicably felt that the other party understood her very well.

No.

Meilushin did not like reading or studying, and she could not understand the various emotions expressed in the evil dragon's every move.

But her intuition as a dragon told her that the evil dragon in front of her felt more than just hatred towards her.

If he just hated her, why would the evil dragon in front of him need to know her abilities, weaknesses, preferences, talents... and feelings in such detail?

Even Meilushin could understand that to get revenge on someone, it was enough to just understand their weaknesses.

This made her completely unable to understand how the other party viewed her.

However, there was one thing that Meilushin was clear about.

Her life and destiny have fallen into the hands of the other party.

He could do anything to her if he wanted.

When she thought of this, Meilushin's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Even though she was known as the "strongest", she was still just a bird in a cage.

"...Is this...enough?" Meilushin asked sharply, her face flushed with shyness and embarrassment, "Or...do you want me to dance again...?"

The reason she asked this question was not because she was tired from the dance with the aurora, nor because she was afraid of the cold.

She simply remained silent after the applause and praise, and continued to look at her evil dragon with her eyes, feeling afraid of the unknown fate he might bring.

Falling into the "abyss", falling into the "dusk", falling into the hands of the evil dragon in front of you, the punishment you can suffer is far more terrifying than death.

Not to mention, she is a fairy who is afraid of death.

This is because the disappearance of her body will not make her completely dead. Instead, she will become a soul and become a lonely ghost abandoned by others.

That's right.

The strongest fairy fears loneliness the most.

Because that would remind her of herself when she was a lonely piece of meat in the dim dark swamp.

As long as the evil dragon in front of him is willing, he can turn himself back into meat at any time.

Just the thought of this made her cringe.

But even so, she did not back down.

This was not only because retreating would not bring her relief, but also because compared to these horrible futures, she could not accept a future that would disappoint the light.

Charles didn't rush to answer.

He gazed at Meilushin, who was in a natural posture under the illumination of the aurora that had not yet faded, from her silver-white hair all the way down to her dodging golden eyes, her fair and smooth shoulders, her exquisite yet curvaceous beauty, her slender waist that could be held in one hand, crystal clear and tender, her legs with soft curves, her delicate ankles, her twisted toes... Everything about her revealed a beauty that was extraordinary and reached the realm of gods or demons.

So beautiful.

Even if a god was born to show beauty, he probably couldn't compare to the fairy girl in front of him.

In this world, how many people can maintain their beauty in the most natural posture, and how many people can dance an extraordinary and beautiful dance without any decoration or embellishment?

Even if he used the most critical and nitpicking attitude to refute Meilushin's beauty, after thinking it over, Charles could only say something against his will that was not a criticism - it was not big enough.

but.

This is where Charles' love for Melusin ended.

He has no intention of investing or pouring too much emotion into someone who is not worthy of love.

"Give Geoffroy and Flomont..." Charles coldly said the names that made Melusine unbelievable, even shocked, and ordered, "Leave them to me."

"...You mean...you want me to...change back?"

Meilushin's breathing was a little rapid, and her chest rose and fell slightly. Her hands kept clenching and unclenching, and her eyes were wandering, like a frightened bird.

"Or..." Meilushin said uncomfortably, blushing, "You...look down on...meat?"

Obviously, Meilushin, who was active in thinking, had thought a lot.

"I'm not interested in judging your nature." Charles interrupted Meilushin's thoughts and said firmly, "Choose one of the two. Choose for yourself."

After hearing Charles's almost cold and ruthless answer, Meilushin temporarily pulled herself away from her thoughts and returned to her normal state.

"I... I don't have any choice..."

Meilushin took a deep breath, walked in front of Charles, raised her beautiful face, and used her golden eyes to remember the dream that she would never forget for the rest of her life.

"...It's fine to do anything for me...Please don't hurt me..."

"No...that's not right..." She shook her head and continued, "...please don't hurt...our..."

"We?" Charles corrected. "That's mine."

"...Um...Yes...Please don't hurt your..."

Milushin adjusted her words and reached out her hand to the "abyss" that frightened her but also made her look forward to it involuntarily.

In any case, if that could be achieved... then no matter how much torture I endure... it wouldn't be considered punishment.

Milushin thought so and threw herself into the embrace of the "Abyss".

Then, she added the unspeakable word in her mind - child.

......

Melusin's chess skills, just as Charles thought, are among the few who can compete with him.

Whether it is a fast chess exchange, a slow chess long consideration, or a combination of fast and slow, recreating the endgame...

Apart from some inherent defects in its functions, no matter what kind of chess move it is, as long as it is within the scope of reproduction, she will try her best to cooperate even if she is reluctant.

Charles and Melusin played together all night, and it was not until daytime that the winner was barely determined.

Even though she possessed the 『Abyss』 and the 『Dusk』, she was still better than the one who only had the 『Border』.

Charles put on his clothes and prepared to go back from the basement as soon as it got light.

"My request...are you willing to agree to it..."

"Regarding Aurora's matter, I have already ordered her to stay quiet." Facing the answer given by Melusin, Charles said, "This is enough to keep her quiet for a while."

"...I see..."

"Can I..." Meilushin asked softly, "...sleep here for a while? I'm still a little...tired..."

"Of course, you're not mine."

"I don't care how long you want to sleep, just don't make a big noise when you leave so that other fairies in the lake area and my woman won't find you." Charles opened the door and said coldly, "After all, you are not mine."

"Hmm..." Meilushin buried her head in the quilt and responded in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, "I understand..."

"Remember to be there when I call you."

After leaving his final orders, Charles left the basement without looking back.

Meilushin poked her head out from the quilt and looked at the closed door with an extremely complicated expression.

The evil dragon in her mind always treated her with considerable restraint and gentleness, except for special times, just like treating his beloved lover.

This made her realize that she was just a practice subject.

But... even with practice... those rushes, those releases, those warm touches are not fake.

"Aurora...what should I do..."

Thinking back to the light in my heart that no longer looks at me, and no longer warms me, and thinking about everything that happened last night, and the warmth that I had never felt before after so many years...

"...If this continues...I might...change..."

Meilushin curled up in the quilt, sniffing the scent she had already remembered, immersed in the aftertaste of the warmth that did not belong to her, and sighed softly.

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