Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 99 Forget. She Won't Remember (Anniversary Chapter 4)

Helena squatted on the spot, feeling uneasy, her hands trembling holding the middle part of the blind stick.

Why so disturbed?

The ear-piercing howling of wolves had just stopped, and Lucky had disappeared. She was afraid that the wolves would find her.

Lucky said it.

She will be blessed by Lady Luck.

In fact, she is really confused about the words of the goddess of luck, and she has never believed in some ancient rumors.

She felt inexplicable panic about the unknown environment around her, and the hunter lurking around at any time—the wolf.

She had to do something to get a sense of where she was.

As if she had made up her mind, she tapped the ground with her blind stick, and the sound waves dizzied like circles of light, forming a black and white world in her mind.

The sound of the thumping of the blind stick attracted the wolves who hadn't left yet.

Wolves are greedy creatures, and they will never let a single prey go unnoticed.

Helena has already discerned the distance between the wolf and her, but the location of the lucky one has never appeared in her brain.

Although I can't tell the location very far away, the lucky one should not be far away from her, right?
There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

This should have been there before, right?

Helena thought so, but the uneasiness in her heart grew infinitely, but she noticed that there were many torn rags not far from her, and she didn't know whether those rags were new or old.

Please, please be all right.

She really doesn't want this to happen.

Please, Lucky, you must not die here.

I haven't heard him make any sound before, it should just be bitten torn clothes, right?

Helena took a deep breath, trying to distract herself from this.

But somehow the wolves found out where she was.

He was approaching her step by step, like a proud hunter determined to win, walking towards the dying prey.

Helena realized that if she ran back desperately now, her throat would be bitten off by the wolves immediately.

But she is weak, even if she does not run, her throat will be bitten off by the wolves.

Everything is like walking into a hopeless dead end.

Sudden.

Pieces of dark night-like feathers began to fall from the forest, but they were not completely black. There were some dark purple spots on the edges of the feathers, which looked like elves in the night.

The wolves seemed to be intimidated by something, they didn't dare to take another half step forward, they just stared viciously at the direction where Helena was.

Helena was wondering why the wolves didn't make any further moves. Could it be some new conspiracy?

Just as Helena was thinking.

Behind him came a drowsy singing voice.

"There is a beautiful Swan Lake in Moscow, Soviet Union
Pure white feathery crystals float on the water
Irkutsk has a vast Lake Baikal
Dark red leaf-like bleak walks in the wind
The vast Baikal and the beautiful Swan Lake
There are allusions of love and romance

princess turned into a swan
Su Wu who wants to become a wild goose
It's all just for the confession of eternal thoughts
princess of swan lake
Suv of Baikal
The world and the sky compose moving notes

I also have a beautiful Swan Lake in my heart

Love like a pure white feather floats in the heart lake

My mood is often like the vast Lake Baikal
Crimson leaf-like grievances spread in my mind

Wandering in Baikal I fly like a swan
Joys and sorrows, let the waves rise and fall. "

It sounded like a sound of heaven, and Helena felt her head was very drowsy, as if she was going to fall asleep in the next second.

Did you just fall asleep like this?

Helena's body wobbled.

When Helena fell into a warm embrace the moment she fell.

It was the unknown boy.

The boy in the black cloak held Helena in his arms. The pattern of roses was embroidered with gold thread on his black cloak, and every part was extremely exquisite.

His scarlet eyes were invisible in the air, and his slender and thick eyelashes curled up like swan's feathers. He touched Helena's already pale face with his slender and white hands.

It's like appreciating a piece of art that has been treasured for many years.

His eyes were full of longing and amazement.

The wolves also realized that the comers were not kind.

And he was not as easy to deal with as the previous overreaching person, so he very wittily dismissed the idea of ​​eating the girl in his arms, and gradually left this place.

The boy also noticed the bitten cloth and residue not far from him.

He frowned nicely.

"Courage is commendable, but she won't remember you."

The boy half-wrapped Helena into his arms with one hand, while the other hand was hanging in the air, and the boy chanted an ancient spell.

A crystal ball appeared in the free hand.

A heartbreaking question appeared on the transparent screen of the crystal ball.

"Sir, do you want to erase the memories and traces of Lucky's existence?"

The teenager wrote it lightly.

"Yes."

【In elimination】

For a person, the most important thing should be the proof of his existence, and he no longer has the memory of existence, and there is no trace of existence anymore.

"Not only will she not remember you, but so will others."

The boy seemed to have accidentally seen a sentence that was being erased on the screen of the crystal ball.

[At dawn, you must laugh. 】

"Let's keep this sentence."

The boy sighed softly.

[Ok, sir. 】

After a long silence.

The screen of the crystal ball displayed: [Elimination completed] is the real erasure of the lucky person from everyone's memory.

"I'll take you to a safe place."

He whispered to the girl in his arms.

"That's my promise to him."

　I'm no better than being your trash if I'm someone else's star.

　　Taiyi "Puppy Love"

　　When I was writing Lucky Man, I kept listening to this song before I wrote it.

　　/Don't keep urging me to write, I have a fever these days and I have to go to bed early, I just started coding today after hanging the needle, I have to go to class every day, I hardly have time to update, I am not a writing tool, I have emotions, but no thoughts How can I write a text?I hope you can understand the author, I don't want to see me being compared with others, others are more diligent than me, but I am me, no one can replace me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)