I turned into a loli and didn't want to be discovered, so I had to become an assassin.

New Era 88, 23:00

Wearing a black gagget ribbon, January walked slowly ahead, a tall tower building completely shrouded in gray fog.

The fog is not dead, they move themselves regularly, which makes the tower itself reveal the tip of its iceberg at any time for people to see.

But the more subtle the observation, the more careful it is.

The tower itself is like a living creature, breathing itself as the gray fog moves.

But in any case, the orange fluorescence on the top floor of the building does not loom due to the cover of gray fog, but always stubbornly emits its own light.

"Click-click-click-" The

sound of the heel of the sole hitting the ground echoed in the silence, but it was not noisy.

The white scientific research uniform on January's body exudes a strong clinical atmosphere, making it appear cold and mysterious.

The orderly arrangement between the fibers makes the uniform look very neat, except for the slightly soft fibers inside, the external material is extremely hard, and the photon patterns that flow on the surface of the uniform from time to time like blood seem to tell that this uniform is not a simple clothing, but a clothing made of high technology with special protective effects.

The chest of the uniform is embroidered with a holy temple based on the source of peach blossoms, and under the background of the overall highly malleable lines, it looks like the imperial position and authority that everyone exalted.

But is that really the case... What those lines mean is unknown.

Raise your right hand and slowly place it on the huge and heavy gate.

Pushing it open, you will be greeted by a rectangular conference table standing in the void, which seems to extend into endless darkness.

Dark black patterns with gold lace dotted the table top, and the particles of light that flashed from time to time seemed to imply something.

"The revelation of the wheel of fortune condenses high in the sky, and he has pupils that belong to both demons and angels, and you think that at this time, which pupil He is looking at you?"

A shriveled and hoarse voice sounded from behind January.

January did not look back, but stopped moving forward.

"The wheel of fortune is always in motion, and it can stop on the front side when you observe and stop on the opposite side when you leave.

Fate gives us a lower starting point than others in order to give us the opportunity to fight back, rather than wishful thinking about the injustice of fate. "

Oh, it makes sense."

March's hands were held in a virtual hug on his chest, and a tarot card with the wheel of fate drawn was slowly spinning in his virtual circle.

Just looking at the past from the perspective of March, the rotation of the wheel of fortune is positive clockwise, and for January, it is counterclockwise.

March's wrinkled hands clenched into fists, and the "wheel of fortune" that originally floated in the air seemed to lose its momentum, turning into an ordinary tarot card dropped from the air.

Grab your right hand and raise your thumb slightly so that it can see the face of the card – the reverse position.

Mitsuki's brow furrowed slightly, and then he placed his left hand on his right hand, and when his hands parted, the tarot card symbolizing the "wheel of fortune" disappeared as if by magic.

"Did Tarot tell you, or was it your own idea?"

January still hasn't looked back.

"Sir, I don't think Tarot is familiar with your plan, but you also know that today's plan is not perfect, which is not quite in line with your style."

Mitsuki slowly raised his originally low-hanging head, and his squinted eyes slowly opened a slit, and the inside revealed endless darkness.

"Huh."

January suddenly let out a chuckle.

"There is no perfection in this world, anything that seems flawless just because you don't see the imperfection in it, and the more perfect the substance, once the imperfection is discovered, then this imperfection is fatal to its perfection."

But there is another substance in the world that no one will think is perfect, and no one will have high expectations for it, and when this imperfection is finally revealed in a perfect posture, no one in the world does not lament its perfection and forget its own imperfection.

"You mean..."

January turned her face slightly to the side, strangely, there was no obvious light in the building, but March could see a clear contrast between light and dark on January's cheeks.

January slowly flips his right hand so that his palm is up.

A strange dark purple pattern flashed on the originally dull black gagger ribbon.

Immediately afterwards, Ichigetsu raised his right hand slightly, his fingers were weakly grasped, and several purple rays converged from the space, and finally slowly condensed into a constantly beating scarlet heart.

"This is?!"

March's tone was a little more surprised than before, and the eyes that had been slightly open were also closed again at this moment.

"Ye Bai's body is just an illusion, and the real core thing has long been in my hands.

Black beak? We are the same rank as the race, no matter how mutually beneficial we coexist, it is difficult for us to break through the upper limit we should have, and it is impossible for her not to understand this truth.

What's more, she should be more eager than us, and the weight of the Heart Skill alone is not enough to support the long-term transaction between us and the black beak.

So, what is she drawing?

"She already has nothing, so naturally she can abandon everything

, and..." Halfway through the persuasive words, March suddenly realized something and began to stop speaking.

"Sure enough, you are a genius and a madman."

"Genius? Lunatic? Hahahahaha!

Those who can't hear the music naturally think that the dancing people are crazy.

We seem to be born noble, but I don't see ourselves as noble, we can have our own pride, but we are not blinded by blind arrogance.

"You seem to have changed, who stirred up your latent madness, was she?" Or..." "

Changed? ...... I may have changed, but I may not have changed.

This is the end of the time for small talk, the order goes down, the Apocalypse meeting restarts, and the time is in 1 hour.

January's voice was unquestionable, and March didn't say much, but bent down to say "yes" and then withdrew.

"Elizabeth... Guess who the two of us is going to go further. "