"We burn the last medicine and call out the bitter blood."

"We burn roses and call for a rich kiss......"

Amid the rhythmic chanting of the huskies playing the role of "Annan Winter", the hands of winter are burning different spices in sequence during the seven-pointed ceremony of painting seven-pointed stars.

As they burn, these aromas surround each other and form a rich and complex fragrance.

The mind gradually became relaxed, and the soothing feeling calmed down the thirteen incense. It's like soaking in a hot spring with flower petals or spices, and your whole body gradually relaxes, and you feel a strong sense of peace and sleepiness.

The feeling of depression in his heart was quickly healed by this complex fragrance.

And this is not a feeling unique to "Dmitry".

Looking up with the last of their senses, the hands of winter, who were originally standing like ice sculptures and exuding cold air, had also become crooked. The whole body relaxed, and at the same time, the vigilance was relaxed.

Even the voice of "Annan Winter" in the middle gradually became soft and weak.

After burning more than forty kinds of spices, the green smoke hidden in the room was supposed to be thick enough to sting people's eyes, but Thirteen Spices only felt "soft".

Yes, pastel.

If you want to make thirteen incense as a metaphor, it is like doing essential oil SPA......

The smoke in the whole room was so thick that it seemed to be a thick haze. And the chant of "Annan" echoed in the smoke, as if it brought an ethereal echo, and it seemed to be full of sacredness.

Thus, the ceremony came to an end.

After a rose-colored flame ignited out of thin air in the brass brazier in the middle, "Annan" added the last ingredient - the snake to it.

"We burn the serpent and call for the skin of the undead......"

The moment the flame that rose for nearly half a meter touched the snake's metamorphosis, it suddenly "collapsed". Like an ice cream in the shape of a flame that suddenly melted, the rose-colored flame turned into colloid, shattered, melted, and fell back into the basin.

At this moment, "Annan" raised his head, winked at Dmitry, and handed over the silver ceremonial knife that had burned on the rose-colored flame earlier.

…… What is this for?

Thirteen incense was stunned for a moment after taking the knife.

Are you asking me to cut my wrists?

But the husky couldn't explain it to him......

But that didn't make him stuck here.

- After Thirteen Incense took the ritual knife and didn't move for three seconds, Dmitry's body moved on its own.

Dmitry stepped forward and used a ceremonial knife to cut the thumb, index finger, and middle finger of his left hand, dripping blood into the gel.

The red color, which was as magnificent as rose gum, was gradually impregnated by these three drops of blood. Like a trail of dried blood, it gradually turned a withered dark red...... And a strong, unheard aroma comes out of it.

Immediately, the Hand of Winter walked up to him, using the spell of the Idol School to heal Dmitry's wound and lead him out of the ritual circle.

After everyone had left the ceremonial array, "Annan" began the final chant.

"Once again, we respectfully invite the rotten man, we respectfully invite the god who is corrupted but not corrupted, the god who is surrounded by incense—"

With the husky chanting to the last moment.

The fragrant smell that gushes out of the copper basin becomes "visible to the naked eye."

The green smoke of burning spices turned into pure white smoke. It's like dry ice melting, giving a fairy feel and filling the room.

After the CG ended, the body belonging to "Dmitry" suddenly trembled.

A gratuitous sense of excitement and fear came to mind, and Thirteen Fragrance couldn't help but reach out and cover her heart.

The next moment, it was like a hallucination—like a ghost.

Obviously, in the last moment, there was nothing around "Annan".

But after the white smoke flowed, a figure appeared behind "Annan".

It was a man who was much shorter than himself, but much taller than Annan.

He was clothed in pure white silk robes, his skin was fair and healthy, and his feet were naked and he was on the ground.

The upper half of His face was obscured by a silver mask, and he wore a crown of ivory with five sharp horns on his head. If you look closely, you can see that He had no hair at all. From behind the crown, there are two pieces of white light yarn more than one meter long, like ears and wings, like hair, floating behind him, and there is no wind automatically.

His whole being was so fragrant and pure that it seemed to reflect the light of the moon—even if they were indoors or in the daytime, they would have been reminiscent of it.

Even if it's the first time I see you.

Even in the videos recorded by the players before, the figure of the rotten man is not visible at all......

But just the moment he saw him, Thirteen Incense immediately recognized his identity.

And "Annan", who seemed to be embraced by the outstretched arms of the rotten man, was unaware of his back.

- His perception has been weakened to the limit by the aroma.

His body slowly fell backwards, and he fell feebly into the arms of the rotten man.

…… Husky: What's going on?

A trace of anxiety flashed in Thirteen Incense's heart.

He couldn't help but take a step forward.

But I saw that in the head raised by "Annan", the smart and cunning light belonging to the husky became hollow. Like a puppet who has lost his mind, he is gently supported by the rotten man on his shoulders.

That pose is reminiscent of a marionette.

"I thought you'd rush up and ask me to let him go......"

After making eye contact with Thirteen Incense, the rotten man chuckled and let go of the husky's shoulder, who played "Annan".

And after the husky broke away from the rotten man's body, it took another four or five seconds for his pupils to gradually regain focus.

Thirteen incense hurriedly caught him.

"I'm ...... What's wrong......"

The husky made a fragmented, dry sound.

Because Thirteen Incense was holding him, he could clearly feel through the palm of his hand that the body of "Annan" was swinging violently...... It trembled violently like a dog hearing the sound of firecrackers.

This is supposed to be the case when a mortal is directly touched by a righteous god who has no power to restrain at all, and his body is immersed in a strong sense of fear.

It's like when a small animal is pinned down by a tiger or lion – a fear that frightens people to the point of losing their minds and fainting on the spot.

But the rotten man just smiled.

The mysterious smile still hung on his lips.

In general, a smile makes people feel reassured and close. But the smile on the rotten man's face was not like that.

It's a smile reminiscent of a stringed bow or a loaded gun. It's as if you can easily take someone's life at the touch of a button.

"Disrespectful, His Highness Dmitry, His Highness Annan."

The rotten man said softly, making a soft voice that gave people a sticky feeling: "I don't know what to do when I am called?" ”

His attitude was so respectful that even in the face of two mortals who were genuine and had not even set foot on the path of transcendence, he directly used honorific titles.

"Make a bet, how."

Feeling that the husky in his arms still failed to regain his ability to think, Thirteen Incense had to come up on his own.

He looked at the rotten man and said in a deep voice, "With the blood of my royal family...... Make a bet with you. ”