It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

According to Kleist's instructions, she took a book of handwritten poems on the shelf, and quickly opened to the last few pages.

She managed to calm down and began to read clearly:

"Every noon, I stand in the sky,

Step into the waves and evening clouds.

......

I am the left eye of the universe, everything depends on me,

Seeing them clearly, follow me to another sunrise.

All praise, all medicine, all light

All belong to me, all should give me praise..."⑴

The words on the page began to glow with the syllables, as if a girl was holding a round of pure white light in her hands.

The light diffused in this dense purple smoke, the light was not dazzling but like the soft tranquility before sunrise.Plant sprouts grew on those old wooden furniture, as if they had returned to their vigorous appearance a hundred years ago under this light curtain.

Under the light, the old man stopped coughing, and the translucent patches on his body disappeared.

Kleist sat back on the high-back chair, and took out a pocket watch whose surface was almost completely shattered from the drawer.

He turned the knob to make the pointer rotate a full circle counterclockwise, but he seemed to hesitate and did not press the knob down immediately.

This alchemy tool called "Clock of Stagnant Time" has reached its limit. The grain of gravel that stopped moving in the frozen time has completely smashed its watch cover. Presumably, the pocket watch will be completely destroyed after this trial. Alright.

On the other hand, as a side effect of this powerful alchemical item, spinning a full circle would cause Kleist to lose 12 years of his natural lifespan.With his current physical condition, it is very likely that he will sleep forever after this use and never wake up again.

"Wait a little longer, while there is still time."

The old man said this, as if he was speaking to Michelle but also as if he was talking to himself.

He moved his bench closer to the balcony, and spread out some of the materials Ira left behind to read.

He was just bathed in the midday sun, the sunshine in early spring was neither too harsh nor too hot, and this comfort was like an ordinary person who started to sneak away after a busy half day.Just calmly bathing in the sun, immersed in the fragrance of flowers and birdsong, reading a popular novel.

"Well, is the ladder to the throne divided into three stages of armor ceremony... What a very interesting theory. Whether it is Norbert or Ulysses, they are lunatics, but they are all beyond People of this era."

"This really fills my last vacancy. I have already thought of a way, but unfortunately I don't have much time to try step by step."

"That's good, but it cut off all my retreats... I really miss it, how many years ago did I act like a gambler?"

The old man closed the pages of the book wearily, and did not read the more detailed experimental reports on the tolerance of the body and soul.Instead, burn them all up with a flame, like throwing away some nasty filth.

After doing all this, he turned his head to look at the town and the sea of ​​flowers that he had seen for nearly a hundred years, and smiled.

"Even if we look at it for another 100 years, it's still not enough."

With such a smile, he pressed the knob of his pocket watch.

Everything became quiet immediately.

-

The girl with long blond hair stopped reciting. She realized that her creator, the old man who stubbornly allowed her to call him father, had fallen into a deep sleep as before.

The smell of incense still lingers in the room, and the light has not faded completely.

It's just that this time he may not have the chance to wake up again.

Michelle didn't feel sad, or she didn't know what sadness was.Because this nearly perfect blond girl was created without unnecessary emotion.

In the final analysis, her previous anxiety was due to the task, which was also an order she had received from the beginning of her birth. She had to protect her master... or her father.

So what exactly is this sense of disobedience that hinders the normal performance of the body's power?

She held her chest and worked hard to run the thinking centers scattered throughout her body, but she still couldn't get a definite answer.

There was something irreversibly wrong with the machine, she thought.

If this is the case, there is no doubt about what to do.She raised her feet and walked to the depths of the office, pushed open the dark compartment of the study, and entered the dark stone room.

The blond girl floated on the narrow stone bridge across the milk sea, her brows slowly furrowed.

In fact, Michelle didn't like the place.The multiple breaths here are exactly the same as her own, making her feel as if she is in a huge pile of corpses composed of countless herself.

No - maybe she is not an independent individual in the pile of corpses, but just one of them who was able to move for a short time.

Only the mummy in the center of the altar, which exhibits both plant and biological characteristics, is special.It is both profane and holy, hideous like a devil but perfect enough to make people want to worship.

That is the truly perfect existence, and now she is just a copy of it, an incomplete defective product.

With the accumulation of death to make up for the gaps, it gradually tends to be truly unique.Michelle once thought that she had stood at the end, but this was undoubtedly arrogance. After all, she was just a consumable in the process.

If she could be stronger, she wouldn't let that woman invade her father's side, right?

Imperfect consumables will be discarded, and if they are not strong enough, they will continue to become stronger.Her growth is endless. Sooner or later, there will be a certain Michelle Hebrew who can reach or surpass that guy who calls himself Ella Williams, right?

It's just that simple.

Thinking of this, she dumped her body and fell from the stone bridge into the milky white ocean.

Starting from the original Michelle Hebrew, this is the only individual who chose to actively plunge into the sea of ​​milk before the body's functions were completely lost.

The white seawater surged up, and a little blood ripple spread where the girl fell, and was swallowed up in an instant.

The entire hall roared, and a grand and desolate curse song rang out. It was the sound of the wind that was more ancient than ancient times, and came from the beginning of the creation of the world.

The huge halos are connected to each other along the magic circle carved on the ground, and then flash with dazzling brilliance.The stone chamber shook, and the manic magic power resonated with something.

Accompanied by a clear and powerful heartbeat, it slowly floated up in the center of the vortex, and then the milky white sea water was pushed away by some force to create a vacuum area.

The naked girl hugged her knees and curled up like a baby connected to an umbilical cord in the womb.

The milky white sea water sticking to her body was evaporated by the light and heat in an instant, and her long hair like a golden flame stretched out.

She landed on the ground blankly, her pupils were like molten gold.At this time, a short memory prepared by someone in advance flooded into her brain.

The girl turned her head to the side, and the bewilderment in her eyes gradually dissipated.

"Who am I, the prophet Sibylah? No, I am Michele Hebrew, the creation of the wizard Albert Kleist."

"Who is Albert Crest?"

That influx of memory once again filled the eerie void.

"He is my lord and my father... I understand what I have to do. I have to prepare for his return according to the arrangements - just like the legendary savior."

With a wave of her hand in the air, the remaining magic power used to build the body was gathered, and re-aggregated in the air to condense into a pure white classical robe inlaid with gold rims.

She simply wrapped her body in the robe, then turned and left the stone room.

-

Ella, whose figure was redrawn in the castle hall, turned around strangely. In a short moment, she seemed to feel the annihilation and birth of a powerful magic power.

There was a familiar aura that once enveloped Kraft like a sky, which was slowly dissipating.

A ridiculous idea flashed through Ella's consciousness, which made her pupils gradually dilate and her expression became unbelievable.

"Mr. Principal, Professor Kleist... is dead?"

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([-]) Adapted from Shelley's "Praise of Apollo"

Valentine's Day

"Valentine's Day... Valentine's Day..."

It was the night before this traditional festival, in a bedroom in White Rose Manor.

The sound came from a pile of messy pillows. If you didn't look carefully, it would be difficult to find a thin figure buried there.

After a period of recuperation and gradually smoothing out hidden dangers in his body, Hyde's physique was finally fixed as a boy in his early ten years old.It may be difficult to change again for a period of time.

This was originally the room he lived in, but those things that once fit the size and aesthetics of a teenager are now a bit too big for him.

With the financial resources of the Belusay family, this somewhat embarrassing phenomenon should not have existed.

According to Mr. Butler's method, it is possible to replace another set of furniture of suitable size, expensive and full of artistic and historical value when Master Hyde is tasting afternoon tea.

But this will bring embarrassment in another sense. The heir of the pure-blood family, Hyde Belusay, who has completed the coming-of-age ceremony, will live in a children's room?

Even if someone's self-esteem is no longer as excessive as it was when they were young, this kind of appropriate attention and accommodation will undoubtedly be regarded as some kind of humiliation.

Therefore, due to various concerns, the place was temporarily kept as it was.

And the blond boy is also worrying about tomorrow's festival at this time.

To be honest, to this day he still can't tell what kind of relationship he has with Shadow.

Apart from those two kisses in the land of Nod, their relationship has not really progressed.

And even those two times were very wrong... Their first kiss can be said to be Hyde taking advantage of others' danger, and more than half of them were forced to demand payment when the other party was unable to resist, while the second time it was possible for Hyde to be kissed. Seen as the shadow's revenge on the former.

At least what he experienced during the latter one, especially in the second half, was suffocation and torture, with no joy or enjoyment at all.

At such a special time, there is no doubt that it is the best opportunity to put the relationship on the surface and normalize it.

So just this morning, Hyde tried to invite Shadow to spend the first meaningful Valentine's Day in their lives together by hinting, expressing, and even material temptation.

But the other party's answer was this-

The scene at that time appeared in front of Hyde's eyes. Shadow, who was sitting on the balcony enjoying dessert and black tea, thought for a moment and then stretched.

The puppet immediately told a sensational story in a convincing tone that seemed to have experienced it personally:

"February [-]th? That's not a good day... Well, I remember it seems to be to commemorate a priest hundreds of years ago. He was there on February [-]th hundreds of years ago. Witnessing the marriage of a couple violated the new law of the Roman emperor that abolished marriage contracts. Therefore, the poor priest was first imprisoned, locked in a prison cart and stoned, and finally sentenced to death by hanging on the gallows... ..."

She showed her iconic smile and asked the boy provocatively,

"Do you want to be hanged?"

Recalling that sincere tone, Hyde couldn't help touching his tight throat, and then sighed helplessly.

Generally speaking, this is what a normal girl would say when faced with a date invitation from her lover on Valentine’s Day?

But after thinking about it carefully, whether it was deliberately throwing cold water on him to disrupt the atmosphere or using it to tease him, it was indeed what that guy would do.

—and she wasn't a girl at all.