BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 176's

While walking towards the forest, Jose told him what had happened from the beginning. From Higgins' bizarre death, the arrival of a black ghost, Nolan's arrival with a golden talisman, his suspicions on Sir William, the rise of Gladys, and Marco's disappearance. Jose also briefly recounts how he went to the realm of death, another world, the cooler Bjork.

Maria was completely at a loss to hear so many stories being told to her. But everything makes sense: both the mystery of Jose's recent attitude, the fights at Sir William's party, and the chaos at Bjork. He stopped his steps when he heard about the mushroom giant and Jose's journey saw another dimension with so many versions of Arabella and the sacrifices being pounded. Face paled.

"Maryl?" Jose looked. They were still in the grass field which was the forest courtyard. Mary looked at him carefully. "You why?"

"I now know what you want," Maria laughed bitterly. "You want to go there again."

"Yes?" Jose rubbed behind his haircut that fell to his forehead.

Maria looked down, looking at their hands that were still clinging. His fingers drowned in Jose's warm grasp. It was like it was still yesterday afternoon their palms were just as big and their bodies were just as tall. It was like the two of them were sleeping under a Tilia tree near their favorite lake and talking about unimportant things. Now everything's changed. He raised his face, looking at Jose with his wet eyes. "You want to try to return to that realm of death, right? You want to cross again and ask for directions from the dead."

The wind rippled past them, giving rise to the sound of the decadence of the noisy leaves. It sounded like a forest whisper.

Jose stared at the forest opening, then back at Maria. "Yes," he said lightly, as if not concerned with the risks. "I saw many things when I met the giant mushroom, which I think is the manifestation of our ancestors. They want to give you a clue, and I don't think there's any harm in going there anymore. I want to see more things. I have been there twice and survived. But how do you know? Can you guess my mind now?"

Maria shook her head. "Not me, but them."

"They?" Jose shuddered. He looked around unconsciously, but there was nothing strange. Some of the Southerners looked at them as they passed from the village in the distance.

"You feel a psychic buzz and whispers that make your head feel like it's going to break, which makes your stomach contents like being flipped and forcefully pulled out of your mouth, your body weak and you feel like vomiting. You also feel how your eyes hurt to see the sun for a few moments in the morning. I right?"

Jose took a step closer to Maria. Face suspected. "Where do you know what, Marry?"

Now replace Maria who told me what she's been through the last few days. The story is short and solid. He told nothing of the erotic illusions he experienced last night and when he met Sir William. He did not dare. That's shameful. He only told about the way while sleeping, the feeling of being watched, the feeling as if there was something else in his body, as well as the terror of prayer that he experienced last night. When she finished with the story, Maria felt a bout of nausea back on her back, making her look so miserable.

"And after that you still dare to come to Sir William's house?" Jose asked as he led Maria to a shady place to sit. His feelings were mixed between anger, annoyance, anxiety, sadness, relief, and also pride in Mary's bravery; all were so unhinged that he did not know which one to show.

"I didn't do it because of impulsive impulse" Mary defended herself, finding a comfortable seat on a rock, under an aspen tree near a forest opening. They are still on the edge of the green field where sheep are spread to graze. The symptoms are invisible. "I feel like if last night was left alone, sooner or later I'd go crazy. Or he'll kill me. Either way, it's not a good choice. So while my mind is still sane and this body is still mine, I want to come over there and cursing in front of her face. I need to show that I'm not gonna whine around the corner of my room."

He rubbed his face with one hand, enduring the pain that pierced his head. "But even when I saw the demon in his house, I felt strange. It felt like we had met before, long before the world was made. It was like meeting an old friend. And I don't know, but when I saw Sir William, I. At first I thought I was crazy" he added quickly as soon as he realized Jose's expression turned cold. "But after hearing your story, I was relieved. That's not my feeling. It was the feelings of others, whose .. soul mixed with mine. That's Arabella's feeling."

It was not difficult for Mary to understand the concept because she herself had already felt it. He felt as if he were being driven from his own body, he heard the voice of the devil harassing him at night, he saw the illusion of how he made love to Sir William. Jose's explanation of Arabella's whereabouts gave him enlightenment, leaving Maria relieved. It's not crazy.

"Then who called you last night?" ask Jose wonder. "I didn't do it."

"That sound looks like you, but it sounds colder." Maria thinks. "I don't know why, but I'm starting to feel like it might be the voice of our ancestors? Maybe he gave me some help with your voice? Maybe your voice was used because .. well, we know each other, and you've met them."

Jose nodded. "That's possible. And only the two of us can hear their voices because we're the same."

Equally close to death, the sentence was unspoken, but both understood.

"Just calm down, Marry." Jose knelt beside her, grabbed the girl's hand and squeezed it gently. "I can definitely free you from him. You're not gonna be anything. You won't be lost."

Missing without a name was the thing Maria feared the most. He is not afraid of death. What he feared was that if he had only become a static number in the world, it would only be recorded as one of the numbers on the natality and mortality lines. Be ineffective.

What the girl wants is for her life to be meaningful. He wanted to feel truly alive, not just exist.

Jose knows that because they often discuss each other's weaknesses together.

"You're so nice, Jose." Maria smiled softly. Even though the words the man spoke were mere consolation, his heart still felt warm. "But don't do anything dangerous. Going to another world requires rewards. I don't like that plan. You're still alive, so it's actually forbidden to cross over there. You just happen to be able to get there and still be alive because that necklace is with you, looking after you. Even with that necklace you're still in pain. I know you're still sick, right? You have a habit of rubbing your hair back while enduring pain."

"That's because my front hair is long and itchy" said Jose quickly and flat, his eyes looking honest.

"Only if you promise not to see Sir William, even if the other woman inside you screams to meet."

"Do you think I like meeting him?"

"Until a few days ago you were still saying his name."

"I told you, it's because of Arabella's influence! Now that I can recognize which one I am and which part it is, I can tell the difference."

"Then it doesn't matter, will you, promise?"

"I want that too! But that one I can't fully control" said Maria. "Why are you so stubborn, anyway?"

"So, maybe because I don't want to lose you?" jose's reply was no less upset.

"What?" Maria heard it. Her chest was hot, but this heat strangely felt a little pleasant. His heart pounding noisily beat the gurgling sound of river water. He even had trouble hearing his own voice. They sometimes say the sentence when they are joking or are silly using each other to practice seducing people. He should have been used to hearing it. But the way Jose said it this time made Maria's cheeks heat up and it felt like there was a transparent veil preoccupied between them.

He could see Jose more clearly, seeing his wavy black hair, his firm facial bones, his black eyebrows, his eyeballs always looking straight at the eyes of the other person, and suddenly Maria realized the man had long liked her. Now everything, everything the man had done to her made sense. He has been aware of it for a long time, but automatically always denies it himself, thinking that Jose is good to everyone and he should not misunderstand.

There may have been no misunderstanding from the beginning.

Maria automatically realized many things. For example, how close their bodies are now, how the heat from the man's body can be felt in this close distance, and that both hands are still held by Jose, he said, and especially that the man looked at her very seriously but also intimately. Surprisingly, that intimacy did not scare him or let his guard down.

Jose blinked once, and Mary unknowingly imitated him. He immediately threw away his eyes because he was embarrassed. Imitation is the most basic sign of attraction. Without realizing it, he had already shown himself the contents of his heart.

"Marry," there was a voice of laughter in that tone, and Maria was a little irritated to hear it. Jose must have laughed at his ridiculous manner. But Mary could not find her voice to reply. He couldn't even pull his hand out of Jose's.

"This may not be the right time" the man continued quietly. Maria agreed, but keeping a good ear with a pounding heart, could catch the direction where this conversation was heading. Jose continued, "But I want to say that I—“

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Maria returned her eyes to Jose. Next to his eyebrows raised. "You just said raah?"

The man shook his head twice. His face looks fed up. Jose has already let go of his hand. In each of the man's hands was ready a long dagger. They got up together and stood facing the forest openings.

From between the bushes five meters from them, a naked body emerged that walked by dragging half its body. Jaw's loose. Her hair is messy. From his direction there was the smell of carcasses and fat being burned.

"Hmmm, you're saying this forest is safe?" Maria chuckled behind him, but the girl's voice trembled slightly.

Jose took a deep breath, raising both his daggers in a standby position. "Of course, as long as I'm with you."

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