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001 In that dark tomb

How can we dilute this long-lasting regret?

With what poison? With

what sweet dream?

If we were to retell the story of what happened in the dark tomb that day, you would be able to see the twelve pairs of holy wings of the angel dancing in a chaotic dance, emitting a strange light in the gray dust, like the last blessing before the end of the world.

Klein recalled the day when he held a kerosene lamp and walked up the long black stairs in the Quaternary Ruins. The hall was too wide, and he heard the echo of his heels hitting the ground spread like ripples in the dead air. He stood in front of the last door, and his spiritual intuition made him feel a shaky uneasiness. The top of the dark door seemed to be about to collapse, pressing towards him. He subconsciously took a step back with the lamp and asked Miss Sharon behind him about the general situation inside. "You can go in and take a look, but I feel an unusual... breath. Or maybe it can be said to be dangerous?" Miss Sharon, who always had no expression, frowned and said hesitantly: "If you must go in, remember not to touch anything inside."

The memories after that seemed to be hidden in the mist. It was not that he had forgotten completely, but whenever Klein tried to recall it, that memory seemed to be easily skipped. He only remembered that in the corner of the room with the evil pattern on the wall, there was a golden cross lying there quietly. It had not been stained by dust for nearly a thousand years, which was an anomaly in itself. It was sleeping in this dark room, like a moon river in the old days, exuding an attraction like the slender neck of a flower drooping, making people unable to help but reach out to pick it. In Klein's faint memory, it was himself who stretched out his hand, and then a cluster of white flames enveloped his entire body and dragged him into some ancient hazy dream.

In that quiet and almost gentle dream, he vaguely saw a church with a spire. The pale boy stepped on the altar with his black boots, his movements seemed to be blasphemous, but the tone of his prayer was extremely pious. "The shadow of order..., the dream of chaos, the eternal night voyage in the starry sky, my dear Athena, where have you gone?" There was only silence in the church. A young man walked in from behind him and sneered. "Since there has been no response for so many years, don't you understand that He has fallen?" "I know. They know too. But we always feel that He can still hear the voice of prayer, otherwise why build this useless church?" The black-haired boy smiled indifferently and brushed the fine dust on the altar with his boots.

But Klein, who was standing by as an observer, saw that before the two of them noticed, a shadow of a blonde girl descended from the sky. She smiled mischievously at the two of them and then disappeared. Klein found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not recall the blonde girl's appearance afterwards. He could only feel a huge sadness from her. The sadness was so strong that it made the air around them suffocating, but she just accepted it without a care, like a suicide who stretched out his limbs and fell to the bottom of the sea.

When he came to his senses, Klein was already standing in Miller Carter's basement. Facing this somewhat anxious gentleman, he felt his mind go blank, and he had to use improvised words to deal with him, saying that he saw a lot of snakes and rats, and that most of the ruins had collapsed and could not be explored further. "Who did this ruin belong to?" He did not forget the purpose of his visit because of the strange scene just now, so he asked. After getting the answer, he left the scene with Miss Sharon.

On the night he left the ruins, Klein had a dream. The dream was chaotic and absurd. He saw a golden dragon flying across the wilderness, with strange twisted patterns wrapped around its tail, as if transparent worms were about to break out of the ground under its scales. This inadvertently revealed form of a mythical creature made him feel a fear of being polluted, so he forced himself to look away. The scene jumped, and he saw a strange man sitting on a black high-back chair, staring at him coldly. If you ignore the signs of decay on his face, his face is handsome enough. He has long hair as bright as fire, and his dark eyes look at him. Although it was just a dream, Klein felt that the other party was indeed looking at him in reality. He asked in a low and hoarse voice:

"Did you see Him at that time?"

Before Klein had time to think about it, the dream turned into a twisted vortex and disappeared without a trace. He told Miss Sharon about this strange and inexplicable dream. "That is the influence of the evil spirit's aura. It will gradually weaken and disappear over time." Miss Sharon told him.

Chapter Text

I was sleeping

and dreaming of my youth,

where fate had never made Him suffer*

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"Our neighbor, Miss Pallas Stuart, is the only daughter of a well-known local banker and a very beautiful and elegant lady." Mrs. Summer introduced Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, who had just moved in. "However, it is precisely because she is too beautiful that she seems to have encountered some troubles recently... She once complained to me that it seemed that someone had been secretly following her. She had already reported the case to the police station, but they said that there was no substantial infringement and they could not file a case. Some public officials who come from the bottom of society are really... If it were my husband, he would never treat his sacred work like this." While complaining, Mrs. Summer calmly showed off her husband and family situation.

"Too beautiful? Could it be related to witches..." Klein secretly suspected, and then he felt that he had been polluted by this damn extraordinary world. When he met a beautiful lady, he instinctively suspected that she was a witch. As a Loen gentleman, it seemed inappropriate to visit a lady who lived alone, so Klein had no plans to meet Miss Pallas Stuart for the time being. But fate is always full of unknowns and coincidences.

On a foggy and gloomy afternoon in Backlund, Klein ordered a black pepper steak with grilled mushrooms at a small restaurant near Minsk Street, and stared aimlessly at the gray sky through the stained glass window. At this moment, his golden hair swayed lightly, passing through his sight, like a cluster of brilliant crystals, dazzling enough without the embellishment of any jewelry or ribbons.

The girl walked past the window with dancing steps. When she passed by, Klein suddenly felt a subtle distortion in the scene outside the window. When he came to his senses, a skinny man who looked a little wretched had his hands tied behind his back and was kneeling in front of the girl. The girl's voice was as beautiful as silver spring water, but the words she said were -

"No way, no way, I can't catch you stalking every day, can I? If you love stalking so much, why don't you stalk your dad? Is your dad a wholesaler and can't be tracked?"

…Klein rubbed his ears. Klein was shocked. What shocked him was not only the dirty words that came out of the elegant and even divine girl's mouth, but also the familiar way of cursing and the skilled fighting momentum. Fellow countryman! This is definitely a fellow countryman! Although he had known about the existence of Roselle before, this was the first time he saw a fellow countryman of the same generation right in front of him.

After he returned home, he walked four steps backwards to the gray fog and began to divine. The yellow crystal pendulum told him that there was no obvious danger in recognizing Miss Pallas. He tried to divine the identity of Miss Pallas again, but only saw a deep black night. This black night was too huge and quiet, making people want to sleep in it forever, unable to escape.

Klein finished the divination and was a little confused. Could it be that the other party was also a Beyonder, and of a higher status than himself, or had some magical items that could counter divination? By the way, why did the scene switch to the night? Could it be that Miss Pallas was also a devout believer of the Goddess of Night? Klein was a little confused and ended the divination.

What Klein didn't expect was that before he made a special visit, Miss Pallas knocked on his door. She stood there with a smile - I have to say her smile was really contagious, in stark contrast to her noble and aloof appearance - and said, "Why Moriarty? Isn't Mr. Watson worthy?"

The code matched, so Klein invited her in.

The blonde girl's movements were slender and delicate, and one would think she was an upper-class aristocrat living in Queens. However, she began to rummage around furtively as soon as she entered the room. She pushed open the heavy cabinet lightly, and the dust on the wall fell down. Klein was wondering if her arm strength was too great for a weak lady, but thinking of her swearing in the street before, he just rubbed his nose and said nothing.

A few skinny mice crawled out from behind the cabinet. The girl was about to kill them one by one when she suddenly remembered something and whispered to herself: "Ah, He should not be able to find me, right? After all, Armani has blocked them all. As long as that guy doesn't go out and talk nonsense... my paranoid brother shouldn't be so boring! Hmm." Then she clapped her hands as if she suddenly realized something and smiled shyly at Mr. Sherlock Moriarty in front of her: "Sorry, I have some mysophobia and am very afraid of mice and insects, so I am rude." She saluted slightly, her manners were impeccable.

She seems to really like mice..." Klein secretly complained in his heart. After becoming a Beyonder, his hearing was much better than that of ordinary people. Why couldn't he hear the girl's mumbling just now? I always felt that there were many suspicious points about this fellow villager. What kind of job did she do before? Klein muttered to himself, but his spiritual intuition and the divination results just now told him that the person in front of him was not dangerous.

"Can you cook?" Dusk had already fallen on the street outside, and the aroma of dinner could be faintly smelled. The girl covered her stomach, which was making a faint rumbling sound, and looked at Klein with sparkling eyes. "I have never done housework before, let alone cooking."

"Were you also an only child before you traveled through time?" Klein asked casually. Families with only children usually dote on them and usually don't let them do housework. "That's not the case. I have a brother." The girl answered briskly.

Although they don't eat at all... the girl muttered to herself. My father did teach them to eat on time, but I was the only one interested. The main reason is that no one can cook for them. If I rely on Medici, I can only eat burnt crow. Ah, but I did eat burnt crow... I still remember their indescribable expressions, hehe. The girl remembered some pleasant memories, so she couldn't help but smile. Seeing Klein looking at her with some confusion, she coughed and said, Well, I remembered something funny.

She spoke Mandarin very well, without the usual regional accent, but her words were a little strange and vulgar. This shouldn't be the case... Judging from her rather elegant behavior, her social status before she traveled through time should have been quite high. Could it be due to years of surfing the Internet?

"My Chinese name is Huang Hun." The blonde girl put a piece of braised pork into the bowl and muttered, "They all say my name is weird, but I like it very much and it suits me." Her gray eyes blinked gently, like a lake on a cloudy day under the gaslight.

Klein learned from her that when she was studying at Tingen University, she was taken by her noble friends to attend some Beyonder gatherings. She is currently a Sequence 6 hypnotist in the audience path. "I was already Sequence 6 when I traveled here," she said inarticulately while chewing braised pork. Although this seemed to be a lack of table manners, it made Klein feel like he had seen Melissa's previous appearance, and he couldn't help but relax a little. "I don't know why this body was promoted so quickly. Maybe there are some inside stories that I don't know. After all, travelers always have golden fingers, right?"

She emphasized the word "golden finger" and whispered, "Well, that's what Russell said, too. "Golden finger" should be fine in this context." Klein naturally couldn't hear the girl's subsequent mumbling.

Her path is the same as Audrey's. It seems that the Tarot Club will have to rely on luck to collect all 22 paths... Klein thought silently. In the early stage, he could only develop one at a time.

Klein couldn't say that he had a good chat with Miss Pallas. After all, they had nothing in common before they traveled through time. She seemed to be a Russian language student at a prestigious university before she traveled through time. Klein listened to her performing a few Russian sentences, and her tongue-twisting made him dizzy. She didn't have any bad habits. She didn't play games or watch anime. She only read some novels. Her hobbies were dressing up, shopping, and occasionally going to bars to drink. She was considered a good young person. But in this case, how did she learn those somewhat vulgar expressions?

Klein didn't realize that he had asked the question, so he immediately fell silent and tried to change the subject. After all, no lady wanted to be called "vulgar" for the way she spoke. But Miss Pallas just said nonchalantly that she used to be too weak and always suffered losses, so her friends taught her a lot of swear words.

"Because I was a language student before, I seem to have some language talent here." Miss Pallas took a sip of sweet iced tea, lay on the sofa contentedly, and said with a smile: "I am quite proficient in ancient Hermes, ancient Feysak, and Giant. If you need, I can be your translator. But I will charge a fee, and you have to cook for me!" She said confidently. Klein thought that she must be like this when she was at home and acted like a spoiled child with her brother. He couldn't help but think of Melissa and felt a little sad.

One afternoon when they were lying on the sofa in a daze, Klein handed her a piece of worn parchment written in ancient Hermetic language and pretended to ask her to translate it. "I'm sorry, fellow villager, let me go fishing first." Klein secretly bowed and apologized in his heart. After all, he couldn't just say, "Come on, don't miss it if you pass by, and believe in the eternal life of fools." This looks too much like a cult, and anyone with a little bit of brains wouldn't be fooled!

"Hmm... Let me see, the fool who does not belong to this era..." Miss Pallas muttered softly, "The mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the one who controls good luck... the king of yellow and black?" Klein coughed awkwardly. As soon as Pallas finished speaking, she saw the faint red light emitted by the gemstone, and the fog surged up like a tide. She saw herself standing in a gray empty space.

"Source Castle... is indeed related to him." Pallas thought silently, and couldn't help but reveal a sly smile like a child who got his favorite toy. "Amanisis, maybe I can really win this war that has lasted for thousands of years? At least I can let my body leave your kingdom of God without being stained by filth."

The Fool, who was sitting on the black high-back chair at the top, nodded slightly. "Pick a tarot card that belongs to you."

The blonde girl casually took one out of the bunch. "Strength," she whispered, "Not bad." Although I looked like a decent character.

One afternoon, the Tarot Club was held as scheduled.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~" Audrey's bright voice sounded above the gray fog. She soon found a new participant on the third bench on the left. She could vaguely see that she was a slender girl with a bright and lively temperament. She looked easy to get along with, but also had a mysterious elegance.

Pallas noticed the gaze from the opposite side and waved happily to Audrey. Audrey subconsciously smiled at her and found that her mood had subtly improved.

Mr. Fool tapped the handle of the bench with his knuckles. "This is the new member of the Tarot Club, Miss Strength."

The blonde girl knelt down and greeted everyone, and everyone in the Tarot Club responded one by one. "Although she looks easygoing, she gives people a sense of oppression from a superior." Alger frowned and thought, "She should be at least a mid-sequence Beyonder."

Klein received this week's Russell diary from Miss Justice. He quickly flipped through it. The first part was filled with routine content that was not very informative, but the latter part caught his attention:

"Today's palace banquet has a special guest. (Here, Roselle inserted some additional words in messy handwriting, obviously adding them later when he remembered something, as if he was immersed in anxiety) I later learned that she and that person who cannot be mentioned are from the same damn path, and it seems that she has some connection with that mysterious organization that cannot be mentioned...

Klein noticed this unusual point and suppressed the various speculations that flashed through his mind. What was the character that could not be mentioned? Voldemort? He continued reading:

"(Here Roselle resumed his normal handwriting) It is said that she has some relationship with the Tudor family of the Fourth Epoch. I overheard her maid calling her Madam Tudor when no one was around. Could she be a fanatic of the Tudor Dynasty, playing some kind of cosplay? By the way, she seems to be very interested in me. It can't be that she has a crush on me. She is indeed very beautiful, but people are afraid to approach her, as if there is a kind of oppression from the high-ranking people on the low-sequence people... Strange, as far as I know, our status should be similar, right?"

Klein thought helplessly, Russell's stallion mentality really works when he sees a pretty girl... He suppressed the urge to complain and turned to a new page:

"But I heard that this lady seems to be a little neurotic. Some people say that she often falls into a frenzy of catching adulterers, and some people say that it is due to severe cleanliness. She is not even willing to let the servants do it. She will regularly clean out and kill all the living things in the room, including the mice and bugs hiding in the corners..."

Klein's eyebrows jumped when he saw this. He secretly complained that this behavior overlapped with the behavior of the blonde girl when she first came to his house that day. Was it my illusion? However, he had also seen roommates with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and mysophobia in college. Perhaps people with these mental disorders have similar behaviors?

Klein remembered that the owner of the Fourth Epoch ruins he investigated that day, Viscount Pound, also seemed to claim to be a descendant of Tudor... Hmm, is there any special connection between them? The history of the Fourth Epoch was so complicated that one could only get a glimpse of it. Perhaps the only way to piece together the general course of events was to continue to collect new information.

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One-legged, missing organs, brainless, His own rags—

so death easily stumbled upon Him.*

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"Athena Tudor, what a stupid name." Sitting next to the blonde girl was Medici dressed as a duke. Although he was wearing a black dress with a complicated and restrictive design, his posture was still unrestrained. He approached the girl while speaking, and his fiery red hair fell on her shoulders. The girl's slender pale fingers pinched a strand of hair and played with it. The red color flowed down her wrist like a winding river of blood, making them look like lovers who committed suicide together in the old days.

"It's much better than the name Athena Amon. But the crow seems to be happy to see me use his name... and my current identity is the daughter of the Duke, which really adds a generation to Adam." She shook the hair in her hand nonchalantly. A gust of wind blew through the afternoon dust, and the golden sunlight fell into her gray pupils, like falling into a sticky Dead Sea. The former star angel, now an ordinary noble lady in the Duke of Amon's family, lost the uniqueness of her "Gate" and Sequence 1 Beyonder characteristics in the God War of the Third Epoch. Those eyes will never look like the night sky with billions of stars flowing above. But she herself is very satisfied with this transformation. Unlike the crow, she doesn't like shiny and fleeting things. She likes those more ordinary and long-lasting things.

"Hey, little snake, Adam will become a god, and then you won't even have the status of Sequence 1 anymore." The bad-tempered Red Angel didn't have a proper name for the people around her. The tail-swallowing snake Ouroboros had already taken the name of the big snake, so she inexplicably became a little snake. She remembered that she was clearly a golden dragon, but her body was more than ten times smaller than that of an ordinary fantasy dragon.

"Ah, then I'll make up more rumors while I'm still a writer." She said nonchalantly. At this point, she suddenly seemed to remember something and suddenly felt a little confused, "Hey, I remember I just wrote this morning that you and Amon would be in Solomon's palace tonight, and then you would be caught by Alistair who broke in. Why are you still here drinking tea and eating snacks? Are you free? Go and follow the plot."

Medici: "..."

Medici felt the familiar fear of being dominated. She was clearly given to the care of the snake, so why did she and Amon come to mess with him? Does Ouroboros have a lucky dodge skill? Oh, he does. If it weren't for the fact that Ouroboros wasn't that boring, Medici would have even suspected that he had lowered his luck.

The blonde girl narrowed her eyes and said thoughtfully, "Oh, now you have learned to complain to Adam. Adam actually helped Amon instead of me. Tomorrow I will go to Solomon's main hall and loudly declare: Adam, you favor boys over girls, this is not okay."

"You are just doing something too boring." Medici was a little annoyed by her indifferent attitude, but he didn't know where this anger came from, so he could only respond with provocation, saying in a bad tone: "I think Adam is much more suitable to become a god than you. If you become a god, the world will probably be destroyed. But after that, you are too pitiful to even become an archangel. If I were you, I would be so ashamed that I would have no place to hide."

"Well, I am indeed very ashamed." She was not angry. She silently repeated the words of the war angel in a teasing tone. Thinking of Adam's hint to her that day, she smiled with some compassion, and a huge and beautiful sadness appeared on her divine face.

After that, maybe you will also commit suicide with me? My dear red angel. After all, God has denied your existence.

After spending the past few days together, Klein discovered that his fellow countryman seemed to like reciting some old poems that no one understood. At this moment, she was humming a self-composed tune while making tea, singing in old English:

"God brings forth nothing, brings forth nothing, but never brings forth a crow." At the end of the song, she seemed to repeat with great pleasure, "Yes, never brings forth a crow."*

As a Beyonder with the audience path, she seemed to see Klein's confusion. She put down the tea set in her hand and said, "This is a poem that a foreign student friend of mine taught me in the old days. How about it? Do you think the writing style is interesting?" She began to try to bake cookies, but was stopped by Klein vigilantly. After all, she almost burned all the ingredients at home last time. My goodness, the ancient Egyptian god of fire is not as good at baking as you, right? He persuaded this fellow who was eager to try cooking to sit on the sofa nearby, and stuffed a new love novel by Fors Wall into her hand, asking her not to run around anymore, and then ran to the kitchen to get busy.

When Klein came to the restaurant with the steaming hot meal, the blonde girl had already fallen asleep curled up on the sofa with a book in her arms. Under the dim light, she looked like a reptile that had lost its nest, fragile and lost. Somehow, her curled-up posture reminded Klein of the small golden gecko that his college roommate had raised. Klein gently patted her shoulder, trying to wake her up, but she frowned and snorted, sleeping even more soundly, mumbling something. Klein heard her say, "I can't see you even though I'm right in front of you... I can't recognize you even though I've seen you... Is there such a scary story here...?"

Through a series of cat wake-up services such as patting her head, shoulders, and back, Klein finally woke her up from the nightmare. Only then did she realize that she was crying. She was like a cold-blooded animal who suddenly discovered that her tears had body temperature. She was a little overwhelmed for a moment. She stared at the young man in front of her with red tearful eyes. Klein thought she was very cute for a moment, but then he quickly threw the idea away.

"I believe you used to be the type who would cry easily no matter what you read. This is just an ordinary romance novel, and it's far from being a sadomasochistic one." Klein thought of the sentimental female classmate he knew in the past, and couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity and nostalgia.

"Oh? So you've read this novel, too?" Pallas slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips. He sat up from the sofa and looked at Klein in front of him with a teasing look. "You're so idle, great detective. Shouldn't you be busy taking commissions recently? If you keep going like this, you won't have money to pay the rent, right?"

Klein, who had only briefly browsed the book in order to quickly understand the customs and practices of the Kingdom of Loen, said: "..."

Damn it, it's not a big deal that you have money from your family! Klein started to complain silently in his heart. As two time travelers, how could their economic situations be so different? Surely some people are more favored by the god of fate? Unlike him, he has never performed exceptionally well in exams since he was a child, and even his face is bad when he draws cards!

Pallas stood up, lifted her skirt and walked to the table to sit down. Klein noticed a silver ring on her chest, shining under the ceiling light in the living room. Klein felt an unusual aura from the necklace. Perhaps it was an extraordinary item? He didn't think it was strange. Most extraordinary people in this world have one or two similar items. In addition, she was the daughter of a banker in the local area, so she had more money to trade for similar items.

The two of them had dinner together. Limited by the ingredients, Klein made a barbecue substitute, which was to cut the lamb into small pieces and skewer it with green peppers and mushrooms. Loen didn't have that many spices, so the barbecue flavor was not so authentic. But Klein found that the girl opposite him was very satisfied with the meal. Maybe it was because she was not allowed to eat this kind of junk food before? In fact, he also wanted to make crayfish, but he could only buy large sea lobsters in the market, and the meat was loose and woody, which disappointed him.

"I like garlic crayfish." As if hearing Klein's thoughts, Pallas added while drinking homemade milk tea. As expected of an audience, how come you always know what I'm thinking... Klein nodded and decided to try garlic eggplant next time.

On a gloomy morning, Klein came to the Krag Club as usual. After the usual greetings with Mr. Talim, he took his plate and prepared to sit down to enjoy the meal. At this time, he saw the famous surgeon, Allen, with his entire leg in plaster, limping towards here on crutches.

"Do you know anyone who is proficient in the occult? What I mean is that my bad luck lately has been somewhat abnormal, and I would like to seek some protection from the occult..." Alan was a little worried. The series of misfortunes that had accumulated recently made him a little upset.

Klein originally wanted to ask him tentatively whether he had come into contact with a sealed object with a cursed effect, but he didn't get any information. He knew that this matter might involve a relatively advanced field of mysticism, and Miss Pallas would probably be helpless, but when the two of them were enjoying dinner together, he still expressed his confusion.

"It's a Beyonder from the Monster Path." Pallas said as he struggled with the tough steak.

"Monster?" Klein repeated this familiar word. He remembered the "half-monster" Ademisol he had seen before and some of his previous judgments. "Yes, I remember that this path is indeed related to fate."

"The doubt is, according to my judgment, the other party's level should not be low. Why is it necessary to embarrass an ordinary surgeon? Are all Beyonders so idle?" Pallas said, thinking that she seemed to scold herself. In the past, Medici's favorite thing to say to her was, "Why are you so idle? Don't you have any ambition at all?"

"How can I tell that the other party's level is not low?" Klein did feel that there were many suspicious points about the little boy named Will Auceptin. His ability should be beyond the scope of what he could handle, but he was currently unable to judge the other party's specific status.

"This is my intuition." Pallas smiled softly, "My luck has been good since a long time ago. My guess is basically close to the truth. However, this is just for reference."

She remembered that a long time ago, when she still had the body of a child, she often sat quietly beside Ouroboros and read books, occasionally writing something in a notebook. Medici didn't understand why the Lord gave the noisy Amon to him, a man with a bad temper, and threw the well-behaved her to the equally well-behaved Ouroboros. This combination was not complementary at all! Later, the Red Angel discovered that the seemingly weak young Star Angel was actually full of bad water. In fact, what he usually wrote in his notebook was "Medici will trip over his left foot and lie down in front of the Lord today. This is very reasonable." The poor Red Angel often ran away due to the double attack of Amon and her.

"In fact, I played a trick on Him at the beginning," the blonde girl sat on the long white steps, chewing the red fruit she picked from the garden, not caring that the juice stained her white robe, "But Ouroboros was too lucky and was always able to avoid it. Besides, even if I really played a trick on Him, His expression was very boring, don't you think?"

"I don't want you to think I'm funny. Snake is just paralyzed, I'm just reacting normally, okay!" Medici said to her dissatisfiedly, holding her collar and lifting her up from the steps. She didn't struggle, just hung in the air obediently, saying stubbornly, "Yes, you have a lot of humanity, even though you've never been a human being."

In that golden and silent afternoon, the sun shone straight down from the sky, almost hiding the shadows of all things. She lifted her skirt and walked to Ouroboros, who was sleeping under a tree with a dark green canopy, with silver eyelashes drooping gently like the wings of a dead butterfly. He was perhaps more relaxed, revealing half of the form of a mythical creature, with a silver-white tail sticking out from under his linen robe. She found it very interesting, so she also transformed into the form of a golden dragon, quietly curled up beside Him and lay down. Damn, my body size as a dragon is not even as big as a snake... She was secretly dissatisfied, but soon fell asleep in this overly quiet air. When she woke up, she found Ouroboros sitting beside her, looking down at her. No emotion could be seen in his silver eyes, but she always felt a slight pity.

The next day, Ouroboros gave her a silver ring without explaining anything. She was confused and ran to Medici to ask him why the snake gave her something for no reason. Medici took the ring and looked at it for a while, his expression suddenly became a little strange, and returned the ring to her, saying, "I gave it to you, keep it well." She found that Medici's expression was a little bit unhappy. She didn't understand why, but she was too lazy to think about it, so she strung the ring into a necklace and hung it on her chest.

She recalled that she was supposed to sleep forever in the God War of the Third Age, but she miraculously woke up from the clone she imagined. Adam said, that day you took away one of His coccyx, which greatly changed your fate.

The angel named Will Ausetin appeared nearby. Did it mean that Ouroboros had already noticed this place? Pallas stroked the ring on her chest. It emitted an inorganic and cold light like mercury under the dim light. She then smiled self-deprecatingly. Unless the Lord tells you that I am here, you will not recognize me, even if you are right in front of me. This is the plan of the night. He always does things perfectly.

Just like the red angel evil spirit in the ruins that day, He passed by her without any reaction.

But the Lord will never tell you that I am here. This is God's will. God declared her gone.