Shoecha
Ch 35 - Oath of the Demon Mask

Everything felt absurd at the same time, between what I had to understand, and what I had to believe.

~ Queen Varella.

The night looks lonely. Making the white grand building look sparkling in the moonlight perfect in the dark.

A woman in a long and elegant white dress walked lightly towards the Light Pool Pavilion. There he always broke up tired, complained, and faced the situation.

Her hair dangled long white with a small crown and a pearl jug that adorned her.

But his gaze was extremely cold, filled with burdens. The woman sings a lyric that makes anyone who hears her cry because they feel they have never been a truly useful person in life.

She was the Queen of the prosperous and peaceful Negri. She is the woman who is the reason Shoecha has remained standing and successful for the past few years.

Her tears just dripped, without a sound. Again his gaze froze staring at the rippling water. The wind blew strong for a moment. He looked up, finding someone kneeling to him.

He was a powerful man, that was all the Queen could see from the ring of aura above her head. Her hair was long white with imperfect black ribbon ties that were the same length. She was wearing black clothes as well, very fittingly clinging to her athletic body.

From his body also appeared the smell of delicious flowers at night. The aroma is rarely used by people.

As the man looked up, one thing that attracted him, the man wore a half-face flat mask with elegant carvings, not showing one side of his eyes. The engraving is a picture of a dragon covered in fire.

The woman wiped her tears.

" Who are you? I don't know you. So what do you want from me?" The question is full of pressure. That is the figure, the Queen who is firm and has no mercy on injustice.

The man pulled out a small dagger from behind his back clothes that were also full of carvings, from which the Queen knew that the man was not an ordinary person, perhaps, a noble, or a national leader. Then without hesitation the man scratched his palm with the little dagger until blood poured down the pavilion floor made of blue marble.

His blood is white. Making the woman's gaze melt. Because there was only one group of people he knew as the owner of white blood. Those are the people who are blessed with the light of justice in the legend of his clan.

" I salute His Majesty Airesa Suizu, the Queen of Shoecha. I swear by the heavens and the earth perfecting each other, day and night complementing each other, and by Shoecha who is the symbol of the perfection of creation. I will be faithful to your every step and decision for the rest of my life, Your Majesty." The man said quite seriously. There was not the slightest vibration when he said his vow that sounded full of confidence and confidence.

" Where are you from?" Suizu asked.

" I come from a place where you'll never find me a second time, a place where you'll never suspect it" the man replied very boldly.

" Who told you to come to me?" Ask again because I am curious.

" He who loves you so much sent me here" replied the man as he was. The man did not see the person he thought was his Master smiling in response to the words. But it made him look so happy.

Yes, his smile was only given to one person. The one who managed to take him away from the outcasts that fortified him from the outside world. The one who gives a new title to the verse he often sings.

" How can I call you?" Ask the woman again.

" You can call me, Demon Mask," he replied staring deeply into the Queen's two eyes. There was never a word of fear or anything. But more precisely why he looked right into the Queen's two eyes was not because of that, but because of his attraction that would never be dashed.

" I will accept the mandate from His Majesty with pleasure," replied the male with the nickname Demon Mask.

" You can get out of here now!" Suizu's orders to the Demon Mask, she had already turned her body back towards the pond. Placing his eyesight into silence.

As Suizu dissolved into her daydream, a pair of stocky hands coiled around her slender waist, giving her an even more warmth.

" You awake, Glen?" Suizu asked softly to the person who was standing behind her, without turning her head she could tell who was from the smell of fresh roses that suddenly pierced the kisser.

Glen inhaled the scent of Suizu's hair as deeply as he could up to many times.

" Where can I possibly fall asleep, without a wife beside me?"

Blusssh...

Glen's question answered Suizu's question equally gently. Making the cold face of the Queen instantly refracts the mature red color.

Suizu turned her body, rubbing onto the two sides of Glen's cheeks in a smooth motion.

" I'm sorry" he replied, standing between his toes, then gently swept Glen's lips that were bowing his head towards him. Only glimpses.

Heat.

His chest was always pounding strongly when he was close to the lover. No matter how often it was, it felt very satisfying.

But when Suizu was about to release the simple pagutan, Glen took the initiative even more by increasing his embrace to the Queen. Not accept. Now switch her who is very active, not giving the slightest gap to her Queen away.

" You belong to me tonight, my Queen Airesa Suizu," said Glen in the middle of his kiss.

Both of them look very harmonious. Always has. Anytime, even anywhere.

Unfeeling, someone in the distance looked at him with a gaze that was very difficult to understand.

He's not a bad guy, but he's not a good guy. Because from that night on, he became someone he could not even recognize himself.

" Damn!" He walked away in the middle of darkness.

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" Uhh'..." Variele opened her eyes slowly. His head felt a strong and painful throb. Touching his temple and pressing it hoped that the pressure would decrease even a little.

" Are you awake?" A male baritone voice shocked him. His voice filled with a cold aura. Variella looked at all sides, looking for the person who asked her to speak, but made no attempt to answer.

He, the man, was standing right in front of a very large window that was left open. His back is very firm and strong. Her hair is very long black.