However, the wound was filled with candies that sparkled like jewels.
Yes, it's candy, but Aria doesn't know how she feels and doesn't want to know.
It's like candy mixed with blood.
Aria put it in her mouth and felt angry.
He didn't want to do that.
Just thinking about it makes me sick, think I'm going to rot, and feel like throwing up.
Thinking of this, Alya's expression changed slightly.
He was angry at the thought.
Aria looked at the body, trying not to look at the candy filled wound.
Aria turned around and realized that she was about to be tortured to death. The scars on his body tell the story.
However, Bana's words were a little different from what Aria thought.
Yes, but that doesn't mean he died in ignorance.
But he doesn't look like a victim either.
If there is a reason, it might be because it seems radical like the culture of Bana.
Even though the pain was different, Aria couldn't see the words.
This is a manifestation of physical weakness that he cannot control.
I felt that this dead man had no fear or terror, he died of fear.
Although it is a dead body that produces evil genitals, it also has a contradictory and perverse sense of relaxation.
(Is it relaxing?)
Aria thought to herself.
For the mon man, just seeing such garbage can prove that the environment is clean.
This body, bathed in the glory of the gospel and death, is something like a blasphemy, something like a dream.
At the same time, there is great holiness.
At first, Aria thought she felt the same way.
But contrary to his thoughts, he felt nothing, it didn't pare to the idea of eating candy mixed with the blood of the dead.
It's not just an inconvenience.
Aria also experienced happiness.
He suddenly felt as if he was being offered a living sacrifice.
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