Chapter 231 – Reciprocation

000

When Cleon came to his senses, it was after all the illusions ended and the light surrounding him disappeared.

The person who was supposed to be Nemea… Had also disappeared, and he saw Quon sleeping in his arms.

Seeing her body not so chilled, the long-held fantasy is like another ending with Sasha that I saw before.

In reality, it could be seen that it was shown for a short time.

“…If we go on like this, we’ll catch a cold.”

Cleon shook his head first, and changed his mood as if to shake off the illusion itself that had impressed him.

He lays with his body his folded over himself, with Kuondo naked as well.

“Really. I’m surprised you both suddenly fell asleep.”

At that time, she felt a presence behind Cleon, and when she turned around, there was Galatea, her hand her on her waist her, looking down at Cleon and Quon.

“What happened?”

“Warning… I guess. You need to be careful when using great power.”

When Cleon told her what she felt, Galatea tilted her head in disbelief, then dropped Cleon’s clothes and equipment on his face her.

“Come on. Get changed quickly. Then, take a look upstairs.”

Cleon looked at the ceiling as Galatea had said while removing the clothes that were blocking his view.

There, there was a big hole that wasn’t there before-

Beyond, they could see the blue sky and see the sunlight pouring through the hole towards the tree they had sprouted.

“The light generated by the sprouting of the trees shot straight up to the ceiling, wiping out everything blocking the way.”

“Does this tree even need sunlight to grow?”

“Well. It’s so different from common plants.”

When Galatea shakes her head in disbelief, Cleon carefully lifts Quon from his body her and leaves it for Galatea.

“I’ll ask for Quon’s clothes.”

“I am not a nanny or maid.”

When she says to Cleon with her cheeks puffed out with an expression of ‘Why me?’, Cleon looks at Galatea like that for a while, smiles and starts to dress herself.

“A colleague.”

“…Huh.”

Galatea let out the sound of her breathing her, whether it was her snoring or tired of Cleon’s answer her, and eventually began to dress her in Cuon’s clothes that had been neatly arranged next to her.

“Quon consumes a lot of mana, so she won’t wake up for a while.”

“Isn’t it because you absorbed your mana?”

In the love affair earlier, she thought of Galatea who made her mana into breast milk and sucked it up, and Cleon joked about it.

Galatea sighed and cleared her throat before answering quietly.

“I won’t deny it.”

“… Itzy Cleon. Once upon a time… After fighting Layla. In that mansion- what you said to me. Remember?”

While moving our hands silently with each other, we were packing our clothes.

Galatea quietly opened her mouth and asked Cleon a question.

“Did you tell me that you are the only companion?”

“You remember. To be honest, I thought you forgot. Cleon now is much more lively than then… There are a lot of people around him.”

At Galatea’s words her, Cleon stops her hands from tidying up her clothes her.

“Hey, Cleon. Was that a lie to make me feel better?”

Galatea said that with an uneasy look somewhere.

Cleon felt a bit confused and jealous because she was connected to her by her soul her. And some regrets.

I could see that a gooey, indefinable emotion settled within her as it swirled around her.

But for now, I’ll have to answer her question first.

Cleon shook his head and replied.

With Galatea straight in her eyes, she knew full well that she couldn’t lie to her.

“No. At least back then, it wasn’t a lie.”

“…That’s right. Yes. I think so too. For Cleon back then, really. I was the only one he could trust 100%… But- not now.”

Galatea paused for a moment, looking down at the sleeping Quon.

It was a completely different look from the gaze he used to look at Quon and Layla in that mansion, revealing his human form.

After Cleon completed his revenge his, he wasn’t the only one who lost his miasma.

Galatea, too, was able to feel that her relationships with her with other humans were changing little by little, many times.

“The source of a magic swordsman’s power is his dark desires. Negative emotions… The more you hate, resent, and seek the power to defeat others. Your power and me become stronger.”

Saying so, Galatea pointed at Cuon’s belly her.

There, there was a ‘imprint of dominance’ engraved with her power her and Cleon’s will her.

“As your demonic sword, I will do anything to make you stronger. But… There is one thing I learned recently.”

And, like Cleon just before, Galatea opened her mouth cautiously, looking straight at him.

“The power of a ‘magic swordsman’ must come from the darkness… But. The power of a ‘human’ is different from that.”

“…”

Hearing Galatea’s words, Cleon quietly nodded his head.

A small smile was painted on his face her.

“The Demonic Sword Emperor, who can be said to be the pinnacle of magic swordsmen, and his demonic sword his, Pandora. They gave up their power as ‘humans’ in order to pursue power. That must be a big reason.”

Galatea said so and held out her hand to Cleon.

“But. Cleon is different. Cleon will never give up on being a ‘human’ himself… Cleon is fragile.”

“Yes. …But, I am not the only one who is soft.”

Cleon carefully took Galatea’s hand and answered her words to her.

“Pandora urged the Sword Emperor to become lonely by her side of her. He made a world of only himself and him… That much, Pandora’s power she became stronger.”

The physical sword body of her is just a shell to seal her power of her that has become too strong.

A piece of her power that seemed to transcend the demonic sword, Cleon saw in her past vision her.

Pandora intervened knowingly and unknowingly in the mind of the demonic sword emperor, and little by little he was guiding his choices the way he wanted.

Only to achieve the mission engraved on himself and the emperor.

Perhaps, the demonic swords of all reincarnated beings prior to the emperor might have been like that.

“But. Galatea is different.”

“…We demonic swords are born from the darkness in the user’s heart and amplify it… The reason I’m weak is all thanks to Cleon. No matter how much darkness you harbor…”

Galatea squeezed Cleon’s hand tightly.

“Like gazing at the twinkling stars in the night sky. Because they never completely lose their light in the dark.”

That night, the boy saw a flash of light.

She saved the boy’s body and saved the boy’s soul his.

And the sight of a thick layer of twinkling stars in the darkness that never faded away remained in his mind.

With the golden warrior.

001

When Cleon climbs the stairs with Quon on his back and returns to the throne room.

On the throne was Horus, his body was destroyed and his face dissatisfied, with only his head his resting on it.

Galatine was standing next to the throne, waiting for the two of them.

Soon, Galatine gave a bright smile to Cleon, who climbed the last stairway, and put his hands together and bowed respectfully.

“The ritual seems to have succeeded. I can feel the presence of what appears to be the Tree of Life, albeit weakly.”

“I don’t feel it at all to Jim, though.”

When Horus sneered at Gallatin’s words, Cleon smiled bitterly and spoke to Gallatin.

“Is this what it is? The tree of life has definitely sprouted… It’s arbitrary, but it’s getting the sunlight it needs by making a big hole in the ceiling.”

“Yes. That’s it. All that’s left is to leave this place. …It will take a very long time, but the tree will slowly restore the spirit vein.”

After Cleon nods his head, he sees Galatine approaching him.

“Master Quon… Seems to have lost his mind due to depletion of mana. I will move it. Cleon-sama must also be tired from participating in the ceremony.”

When Galatine said that, Cleon seemed to be worried for a while, then he carefully handed Cuon to Gallatine.

“With such a small body … A human body. You did a great job. I am proud of being able to become her holy sword of her.”

After saying that, she lightly puts her Quon on her back.

After all, she has the appearance of a delicate woman, but since she is also her holy sword her, her physical abilities her must be at a level that transcends humans.

“…Wait. Wait outsiders. And, the holy sword Galatine.”

Like that. As they were about to leave, Horus raised his voice from above his throne and called them to their feet.

Come to think of it, Cleon turned her body while thinking.

Horus moved his head on the throne, then rolled down and came to Cleon’s feet his and stopped with a ‘thud…’ Sound.

“Take Jim to the central control room… I want to talk to Anubis.”

“It doesn’t matter… But what are you talking about?”

“It’s a story about what to do with this grave, this land… And this body from now on. You guys have put an end to it, so take responsibility until the end.”

She wasn’t without a bit of an unfair side, but she was somewhat interested in what she said, so Cleon shrugged her shoulders and picked her head up.

…

The passage of the tomb, where all the hounds of Tindalos had disappeared, was a quiet, ordinary space without unpleasant sensations.

However, Horus must be thinking deeply about something, he doesn’t say a word while moving, and only the footsteps of Cleon and Galatine resonate quietly in the space.

This awkward silence continued until they reached the door of the central control room where they met Anubis.

“I don’t know how to open this door after all.”

When Cleon said so, Horus sighed and spoke.

“Originally, I should have been able to open it by putting Jim’s hand on it. But, since you guys destroyed it, I can’t hope to open it from the inside.”

Before Horus could finish talking like that, the heavy-looking iron door was lifted and guided the party inside.

“It looks like Anubis is still operating.”

Like that, when I entered the center room with the door open, it was the same as when I left this place.

Above the central controls, Anubis’ mechanical body could be seen floating.

“Your Majesty. It’s been thousands of years since I’ve seen you in person.”

Anubis’s main camera looked at Cleon and Horus in his hand, and a voice rang out.

“Yes Anubis. Your descendants betrayed me and helped the strangers.”

“I’m glad you’re a wise kid.”

When Galatine laughed bitterly at Anubis’ answer, Horus was silent for a moment before opening his mouth.

“…I’m sorry. I- from the weathering of the soul by the years. To protect you… I sealed you inside.”

Horus says so.

The woman who no longer calls herself ‘Jim’ and has shed the king’s authority.

She apologized to her servant and friend her.

“And someday… I dreamed of the day when the kingdom would be resurrected on this land… When that day comes, I would liberate you… I dreamed of the day when we could be together again… Would have been.”

As her body turned into a machine, she would have been able to make more rational judgments than when she was a human.

However, even if human limitations are overcome, the imperfections and stupidity of the human soul do not disappear.

The ego running rampant towards wrong desire was to only look forward and move forward without accepting the restraints of others.

Realizing that mistake was all that Horus could do with his few remaining physical faculties of his.

“Someday – in the distant future, the spirits of this land will be resurrected… Then nature will be revived, and people will be able to enjoy the life of the stars again blessed with magical powers. If I hadn’t saved it , it would have been impossible.”

“…You still comfort me well. Anubis.

When Horus murmured, Anubis shut his mouth for a moment.

And, with the kindest voice I’ve ever heard, I was talking to Horus.

“…I do not hold grudges against you. Horus. You are my king, my friend… And at the same time, the person I love the most in the world.”

“…Anubis…”

Perhaps because of the mood, Anubis’ mechanical body seemed to be smiling slightly.

“In our mythology, the souls of the dead are placed on the scales of the underworld. If the soul is heavier than the feather, it goes to hell – if the feather is heavier, it goes to heaven.”

“…Yes. Surely, my heart will go down and fall into hell.”

When Horus replies, Anubis shakes his head slowly.

“If we stand before the judge together. I will give you my feather. Even if it is not enough, I will be with you forever.”

“…A stupid guy… That’s why he’s being used by an idiot like Jim…”

Horus was a body that could no longer shed tears.

However, the words barely came out through his choking breath.

“The stranger. And Galatine. Thank you so much for saving Your Majesty.”

Anubis looked down at Cleon and Gallatine as he spoke.

“…Master…”

When Galatine unwittingly addressed her by that title, Anubis shook her head.

“Your Master is no longer me. Please cherish the new Master more than I do. Also, the stranger.”

At the voice of her calling herself, Cleon answered her.

“Yeah, what is it?”

“There is an object that I want you to pass on to her descendant her-her last Mejai.”

Then, a distortion of space occurred, as if something was being transmitted, and a papyrus scroll appeared in front of her body.

It slowly descended into Cleon’s hand her and was picked up by him.

After receiving it, Cleon looked at the sealed part, and felt that it was not something he could read inside, so he put it in his bag her.

“Finally… Lord Horus to me.”

And when Anubis said so, Cleon slowly lifted the head of Horus in his hand her.

Her head her rose slowly, as did her scroll her, and within seconds it was inside the sealing mechanism that Anubis held.

“From now on, I will stop all functions of this ruin. Then, the control devices in the tomb that maintained my and her power her will also stop … We can finally face ‘death’.”

Anubis said so, and she took Horus’s head as if pulling something precious, and held it in her own arms her.

Even though both of them were mechanical bodies, the aftermath and the end were tenderness itself.

“…Farewell. Gallatin. And- stranger.”

Gradually, the sphere of seal that spread around the two of them began to close.

The approaching end, quietly, into the everlasting darkness.

The figures of Anubis and Horus disappear just like that.

Slowly, the light surrounding them begins to fade.

The ringing in my ears, the sound of the central controller slowly diminishing.

“…Let’s go. Cleon. If Anubis completely shuts down the tomb’s power, it will be a little dark when we leave.”

“…Okay.”

Cleon also nodded at her words and turned her body her.

The king’s tomb- now after thousands of years have passed.

Indeed, it was to serve as a tomb where one could rest.

…

When Cleon came out of the king’s tomb, the sky was still shining blue.

The sun’s light was strong, but it wasn’t unbearable considering that the strong sunlight gave enough light to the tree nestled inside the tomb.

“It was correct that I came in early in the morning. I stayed inside for several hours…”

Cleon muttered that, and glanced around at the tomb outside her entrance.

“Crusaders and Mejai went back to their villages first.”

“Then let’s go back too… If we don’t return to the capital soon.”

002

The village where the accommodation is located is as deserted as when they left, and people’s expressions were lifeless.

But even so, the people who live here are trying to live somehow.

Cleon knew about it because he had heard it from Mejed.

If you think so, wouldn’t it be that they just forgot ‘how to cheer up’ and are living their own lives in their own way?

After finishing organizing my thoughts in that way, if I was going to head to the place where the accommodation was–

In front of him, he saw Verastol standing with his arms crossed, even without his armor her.

He was muttering something nervously, biting his thumb nail.

“Verastor.”

When Cleon calls her name her like that, she wakes up and looks at Cleon with a surprised expression, then turns her head.

“…Are you here?”

“Yes. The tomb is sealed. Neither the Sun King nor her last servant her… Are no longer in this world.”

Verastol listened to Cleon’s words and was silent for a moment before answering while looking at Cleon.

“…I think it’s okay. Something like that. Mission accomplished. The holy sword-Galatin has also been recovered.”

“What. I thought you would say that, but… Mejed?”

“…He went to his house. He said he was looking to see if he could fix his broken weapon.”

Upon hearing Vera Stoll’s answer her, Cleon touches her bag her.

Inside, there was a scroll delivered as Anubis’ last request.

“Okay… If we don’t meet before we leave. Is the departure tomorrow?”

“…”

When Cleon asked that question, Vera Stoll continued her silence.

“… Verastol?”

“…Why, is she a she?”

When Cleon called her name her, Vera Stoll did not answer the call, and she continued to ask questions in reverse.

The question was not directed at Cleon.

She was standing next to Cleon and facing Galatin who was carrying Quon on her back.

“She is a saint. The holy sword is supposed to be given to `heroes’. I have never heard of a saint holding her holy sword and wielding it.”

At Vera Stoll’s words, Galatin remained silent, then she opened her mouth as if to answer her question.

“However, she doesn’t even have a law that says a saint cannot become a hero.”

“…”

To Galatin’s answer her, Vera Stoll did n’t change her expression her, or should I say she did n’t.

“The sun is a being that burns itself and shines light around it. The value I value most is ‘sacrifice’. A person who can give everything he or she has for others – for the sake of important people.”

While Galatin said that, she quietly looked at Quon, who was sleeping on her back.

“What she did to save Cleon was heartfelt self-sacrifice. She thought of him, and never looked back at her own risk for him. Even if the basis was guilt-her heart her was real. No see.”

When Vera Stoll heard the story, she clenched her fists.

“That’s… Me too…”

“Are you saying you know? If so, you’re also aware that you’re not suited to catching me.”

At Galatin’s words, Vera Stoll wonced, and stepped back from her.

“Our holy sword reacts strongly to the darkness in the human heart. You- are trying to run away from everything.”

“Nope.”

“Your feelings, your past, what you really have to do. You ran away from everything, and overlaid it with a new, ideal self. That is, you now… Your desire to run away from everything, what does it do to you? Did it bring you special powers?”

“Wrong, I…!”

As Galatin’s words continued, Vera Stoll held his chest in agony and breathed heavily.

Somewhere, he gave a terrified expression and curled up.

“Sacrifice is not born of you. I cannot let someone like that capture me.”

“Ahhh…”

Grabbing his head his, something he wants to forget runs through his head his.

In response to her strange reaction her, Cleon stretched out her arm to block the two of them.

“…Galatine.”

“… I’m sorry. Unbeknownst to me. It’s like, her Master Quon her is a thorn in her eye her… She wants to protect her.”

At Galatine’s story, Cleon nodded her head.

“Verastor. Go inside and rest a little. Regarding the holy sword, I’ll tell Esca-san well.”

“Esca… Sama… Ah, ah… That’s right. I. For Esca-sama…”

When Vera Stoll heard her name her, she looked down at her hand her, a little calmer.

“…Cleon… I…”

And while looking at Cleon with a painful expression as if she was trying to say something.

Like a doll whose thread has been cut, she lowers her head.

“I can’t betray Esca-sama…”

“…”

Saying that, Cleon looked back at her gallantine while looking at her as she went into her inn without any energy.

“Take care of Quon. And… Berastoldo.”

“… The darkness she possesses may not be able to be resolved with her will alone… I understand. I must be Master Quon.”

After Cleon nodded her head, she placed her hands on the holy sword and the demonic sword nestled on either side of her waist her, then removed them.

Then, Galatea and Caliburn assumed human form on the spot.

“Galatea, Caliburn. I’m going to visit Mejed for a while. Please take care of this place.”

“Haaaaa

When Caliburn yawned, Cleon let out a sigh and shook her head.

“I met her yesterday. It can’t be.”

“How about it. Because her hands are fast, Cleon.”

Leaving behind the two swords teasing him, Cleon moved his feet to her.

The place where Medjed was staying was an old mansion that took the most shape in this village.

Even from the outside, I could see that the house was well maintained, unlike other buildings that seemed uneasy about collapsing.

Of course, the old ones didn’t change.

He goes closer to the shabby door and knocks on it.

“Mejed. This is Cleon. I came to tell you something.”

“Eh!? K-Cleon!? Now, wait… Ah, wow!?”

Woodangtangkungtang! I hear it, and I hear something like her scream her.

Cleon quickly opened the door and went inside.

Then, there she stepped on Mejai’s clothes and saw Mejed in a state where her eyes were spinning.

Luckily, I was properly dressed inside, but-

What caught Cleon’s eye was something else.

“…?”

That is, the ‘animal ears’ growing on Medjed’s head.

It was similar to Jackal’s, and the same color as her hair.

The position of the `human ear’, which had been there until now, had been hidden by her hair, but now it seemed that there was nothing in its place.

“Mejed, you… Were you a prisoner?”

“T-Wrong! This, this is… A curse, should I say…”

Saying that, Medjed stood up somehow.

Then- I could see that her height she had grown compared to before.

“Ugh… I was shown… I showed this to someone else…”

She muttered that while covering her face her.

“…What’s going on? What the hell.”

“…We Mezai inevitably have to consume a tremendous amount of soul power… When we are born, we enclose an ‘animal spirit’ with good compatibility inside our bodies to cover the strength of that soul… If you use too much power, like this, the animal spirit’s influence will also appear on your body…”

As she said that, she looked back at her body.

“…In my case, like this, I have ears on top of my head, and I’m a bit taller… To be precise, my legs are getting longer…”

“Ah… So, that’s why there was a difference in height between when we met last night and this morning.”

“That, that’s right… Uhh… I didn’t want to show it to anyone…”

She covered her face in shame and seemed to be trying to hide her ears with her hands her.

“Well, it’s okay. I’m used to girls with animal ears.”

“Uh…Really?`

What came into Cleon’s mind was, of course, the orange-haired hunter girl who should be taking care of Lilim in the capital by now.

“That, then, fortunately. And… As expected, the adventurers of strangers are different.”

Cleon shrugged her shoulders, and she let out a sigh of relief.

“…Once in my childhood. I showed this to someone else… At that time, after hearing that it was strange, I had a complex.”

“It’s not that strange, right? It’s all evidence of hard training and work for the village… Yeah. Also, I think it’s cute.”

“Cute…!”

At Cleon’s words of her, she still seemed a bit ashamed and tried to hide the concealable part of her.

It could not be helped that a smile crept across her lips.

“…Well, what happened? Are you, by any chance, going to leave already?”

“No. Because there is something I want you to deliver from Anubis.”

Saying that, he took out a papyrus scroll from his bag her.

Hearing Cleon’s words, Medjed opened her eyes wide for a moment, then nodded and accepted her scroll.

“…Could you tell me the last story of Anubis-nim and His Majesty the Sun King?”

“Of course.”

…

After talking about them for a while, Cleon, who poured the tea that Mejed had given her into her mouth her, looked at the scroll she held in her hand her.

“…So, after all, what is that scroll?”

“I still don’t know what’s inside. If I don’t check it…”

As Medjed said, he opened the seal on the papyrus and spread it out in front of Cleon.

Then, she looked at the contents of her scroll, visible only to her-

“…Ehh!?”

Pop! Her face her turned red in an instant, as if on fire, and she looked back and forth between the scroll and Cleon.

“…What’s the matter?”

“Oh, no. That… That’s… Ha, ha ha…”

And, because of her obviously suspicious attitude of her, Cleon only looked at her stuttering strangely.

“Ugh… But… Ugh… No… Ha ha.”

And she once again looks at her scroll her, muttering something of her own.

Maybe she shouldn’t be here.

Cleon stands up as if she thought so.

“Okay. I’ve delivered the things I need to deliver. I’ll be on my way.”

“Huh!? Now, wait!”

As if surprised by Cleon’s reaction to her to leave while talking like that, she stood up from her seat.

The impact knocked over the teacup next to her, spilling the liquid onto Cleon’s pants her.

“Aaaaa!?”

Fortunately, Cleon was not hurt because it was all cold, but Mejed grabbed her head as if in a panic and quickly came to Cleon-

Damn his pants! And put it down

“…What are you doing…?”

Thanks to that, when Cleon, who was in underwear in front of Mejed, talks in embarrassment, she talks like gibberish.

“Because it happened because of me! I’ll dry it! That, and then. Yo, you can use the bathroom!”

“No… I’m fine…”

“Don’t say that! Come on! Hurry up and come in!”

Saying that, he took Cleon’s hand her and saw her desperate attitude her as she strode towards the bathroom.

Cleon could no longer say anything.

003

Eventually, after finishing her bath at Mejed’s house, when Cleon returns to the living room where she will be waiting.

She sat down on the bed with Mezai’s cloth over her head, looking at the scroll again and muttering.

“Mejed.”

“Ah… Yes. It’s over.”

Her Cleon her slowly approached, looking at her her, who seemed a little calm, but still insecure somewhere in her.

Then, Medjed shashak. She backed away as if she was trying to run away from Cleon.

“…Does the writing on that scroll have anything to do with me?”

“No… Yes… To be honest, yes…”

She said that and shut her mouth for a moment, then she sneakily lifted Mejai’s cloth and showed her bare face to her.

“…As I said before, we Mezai use the power of our souls, so our souls are very unstable… Because there were a lot of Mezai during the kingdom era. My grandfather said there must be a way to stabilize it .”

Medjed says so and puts down her scroll.

Cleon’s eyes also turned to the scroll, but it was written in the unique language to El Cairo, so he could not read it.

“…So? What is it?”

“That, that’s… Mixing bodies with someone you love… Creating a connection between souls…”

Cleon hears that and blinks her eyes two or three times.

In fact, while living an adventurer’s life, similar stories were often heard, and similar things were often done by wizards.

Through the invisible passage between people, a more efficient form is created.

Something like that.

If she was a girl like her, I could see that she reacted sensitively to words like ‘love’ and ‘mixing bodies’.

“I see. That’s why you were so flustered.”

“Yes…”

“Well. There must be a young man your age in this town too. Are there at least someone you like?”

When Cleon asks that question, Mejed shakes his head with her face blushing.

“…In this town, there are no men of my age. Everyone is grandparents… Only very young children…”

“I see…Then how many more years do we have to wait?”

Cleon talks as if he is in trouble, but Medjed quietly puts the cloth back on him.

A small girl’s hand slipped out from underneath and grabbed Cleon’s sleeve.

“…Mr. Medjed?”

“To Cleon… I’m grateful. The Sun King’s Majesty, the Ancestors… The Tree of the Fruit of Life… Reward… Think of it.”

“…”

As she said that, her hand her holding her sleeve her moved little by little and grasped Cleon’s wrist her.

“That, and… I’m also like this… Because they said I was cute… “

“… But. We’ve only been together for a day, haven’t we?”

“Yeah… I know it’s strange, but all the kids living in this town feel like younger siblings… As expected, I want to do it with Cleon…”

And, once again, the hand her is pulled.

Cleon’s hand her touched something invisible through the cloth.

It was soft and warm, and I could feel the pulse of ‘pound, pound’.

“Because ‘love’ might start from mixing bodies.”

Saying that, he pulled Cleon and collapsed onto the bed together.