The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing

Chapter 397: When dawn breaks

In that ever-falling shadow, Yago Sivia, the black saint opposite the white saint—two years ago, the girl had forgotten this name and had a dream that had been forgotten.

A long and short dream.

Because it happens in autumn, it cannot be called a spring dream.

This is the follow-up to that dream.

In short, after the chaos, on the last autumn night before the arrival of the glorious era, she initiated a teenager's invitation to "do for two days" and she dreamed of the follow-up of that game.

At that time, the drizzling autumn rain hit the leaves of the sycamore trees outside the window.

A thin layer of white autumn frost was formed in front of the window frame, so the autumn night was very cold and the weather was bad, but Miss Yagosivia felt it was quite warm. First, a warm fireplace was raised in the bedroom, and second She just closed the window, and thirdly, she was now in the quilt, and her hands and feet that were prone to cold were curled up in a warm place, so she felt no longer cold.

"Then am I cold, huh?"

The boy's voice was heard in his ears without emotional fluctuations, and he said coldly, "I finally kept warm."

The young man sighed and said, "You can't get into the bed anymore because your hands and feet are cold. This is basic politeness."

"This is caused by you asking me to get out of bed and close the window." The girl looked at him with her face, "So you have to be responsible for keeping me warm."

"Because I won the bet, I am willing to accept the loss." The young man had a expressionless expression, "You are the maid and I am the young master, so it is natural for you to close the window."

"Like role-playing gameplay?" the girl nodded thoughtfully, "Then wait."

Before the boy could deny it, he saw the girl lifting her quilt and getting out of bed, stepping on the floor with barefoot barefoot, and gently like a black cat wading by water. She went to the cloakroom in the inner room. After a while, the sound of rustling clothes rubbing inside came from inside.

The wind outside the window frame was whispering, and after a while, the girl came out of the cloakroom.

The originally light spinning nightgown was replaced, replaced by the black and white Lolita skirt. The texture was of the same light spinning fabric, close to the girl's fair and snowy skin, and the hem was like a flower. The flocs are decorated, and the evening breeze blows slightly reveals some delicate legs.

Still not wearing any extra shoes and socks, she just put a layer of white silk leg ring on her thigh. She stepped on the blanket barefoot, gently lifted the hem of the skirt, learned to perform a perfect maid gift, and said with a smile:

"How about it."

She tilted her head and smiled at the boy. The fire in the fireplace put the **** her face on the side of the night blush. Even the autumn rain outside the window was willing to stop the rain.

The girl spitted out a wet mist from her thin lips, "My master?"

"It's not bad." The boy nodded, and at the same time refused the application for the game. "I finally put on the warm bed, but I was cold again. You go to bed on the sofa tonight, and I'm tired."

"I'm going to prepare for the coronation tomorrow."

He said with fatigue.

"You look tired." She stared at him, "Why?"

"No reason." The boy turned his face, "I'm just sleepy."

The autumn rain became colder and colder, the windows were blowing whirring, perhaps because of the lack of charcoal, even the fireplace was extinguished, and the bedroom slowly fell into the shadow. The world is getting colder.

— “Then, I’ll change my question.”

The girl stared into the boy's eyes and asked softly:

"This is the time since this year, how many times have you resurrected me?"

The boy stopped talking.

【Glorious Judgment】

【First generation】

【Holy Magic】

[Magic effect: Use angels to judge the souls of sentient beings, and if the result is passed, the soul of the dead can be resurrected]

[Then the sea handed over the dead, and the death and the underworld handed over the dead, and they were all judged as they did]

This is the real reason for the sacred magic created by the first generation of Glorious Judgment-Young.

Why, as the bishop of chaos, he wanted to create a brilliant magic? This is the truth that runs through the 30,000 years of history!

He did not to resurrect all living beings, not to save the chaotic era, everything he did was just to resurrect a girl. But in the face of destined death, divine magic is nothing, it just delays.

All he can save is the one who fate allows to be saved.

Yagosivia's first death was two years ago.

It was then that the boy began to study the magic of glory.

The first resurrection extended Yagosivia's death by a month, when he used the second glorious trial on Miss Yagos

The second time was postponed for half a month.

After the resurrection of the Glorious Judgment, the memory will be as usual. Even the resurrected person could not realize that she had died.

So the teenagers used glorious judgment to maintain their daily routine, pushing the destined death day after day, and resurrecting again and again, and the interval of death became shorter and shorter, changing from a month For half a month, it becomes a week and a day.

Fate is gradually tightening its noose.

Little by little, cut off the throat of the tiny creature.

As the girl's words fell, the entire bedroom fell into a long and long silence.

——"This is the time since this year, how many times have you resurrected me?"

It’s not that the boy didn’t want to answer this question. In fact, he didn’t know how many times it was. At the beginning, he could still count, once, twice, and three times. But as he became faster and faster, time was The intervals are getting shorter and shorter, and he no longer remembers them, maybe hundreds, maybe thousands. Every month, week, day, hourly. He is using the Glory Judgment.

Redeemed again and again,

Dead again and again.

He uses divine magic without restraint, far beyond the limits of creatures.

This is a miracle that no one can achieve. Since the creation of magic, no miracle has ever been achieved by a warlock in the past tens of thousands of years.

He regained his destined death again and again, salvaged his soul from the long river of life, rose and fell, and also experienced naraku again and again, and experienced glorious judgments and trials again and again. The difficulty of salvageing the soul from the long river of life is far greater than diving from the long river of life - as early as Ansu's previous life, he had already spent countless Naraku.

And his originally dark pupils faded in the glorious sacred magic again and again, washed by the river water of the roots, and gradually could see the truth of the roots clearly.

This is the birth of the first generation [Pure White Eyes].

".How did you notice it?" The boy did not answer the girl's question positively, but asked back.

The black saint stared at the boy, her amber-like eyes moved slightly. After a while, she pursed her lips, "Because you look too tired and look sick all day long. Now you have reached your limit."

"How did you see it?" the young man raised his eyebrows.

The boy was indeed very tired. In fact, both his body and soul reached their limits and were exhausted from the inside to the outside. The magic power required by divine magic is amazing. Even the demigod can't withstand such consumption. The daily overload of magic power has long broken his magic circuit.

"We have been living together for half a year, but we didn't attack me?"

The maid's eyebrows frowned slightly, she quickly took a few steps forward, their cheeks were instantly close, and their wet breathing was almost blending together. She said calmly, "I'm so burning."

". Really." The boy sighed, "living with you is to monitor your situation."

The maid looked at the boy, and his amber-like eyes clearly reflected the boy's slightly pale face.

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"Idiot, I've known about my destiny to die."

She was silent for a while, sitting next to the boy's pillow, curling her snow-white calves, stepping on the bed barefoot, gently embracing her softly, hanging her head, and the shadow of the sycamore tree in the window swayed casually. After a while, she said softly:

"I just pretended not to know. I just lived in this world like this and spent day after day."

"I'm very timid and selfish, right?"

The girl's voice was slightly trembling, and she turned her face to the side, unable to see her expression in the shadows.

"I was so timid that I didn't dare to leave, and I was so selfish that I couldn't bear to die."

"Because of the world after death, there will be no more autumn rain and sycamore trees, rime and fireplaces, windows and quilts, stars and nights, and me and you."

Outside, the autumn rain sways with sycamore trees, the rime is covered with white frost, the fireplace is stained with fragments of Mars, the windows are rustling by the cold wind, but the quilt is very warm, the stars and the night slowly bid farewell before dawn, and I lean on it You don't feel cold anymore.

"But tonight, I feel. I have to muster up the courage to leave."

"I can already hear the sound of fate knocking on the door."

After a while, she raised her head and showed a bright but thin smile at the boy.

"We are all stones on the established track. I can no longer drag you down, and I can no longer live on you."

"It's okay, my magic loop has reached its limit." The young man raised his eyes and looked at her, "And after I become the leader of the Kingdom of Heaven, I can mobilize the magic power of the Kingdom of Heaven."

“So this is the real reason why you want to be the ‘People of Heaven’?”

The Black Saint looked at the boy, and she slowly shook her head and whispered, "Idiot, that's useless. I've actually been satisfied after living for so long."

"If you continue to get involved with me, fate will swallow you up."

The height of the fountain will not exceed its source, nor will the authority of the kingdom of heaven be greater than the kingdom of fate itself.

It is not enough to just be the one who sees God’s door.

She was destined to die in a chaotic era.

"Don't be so passionate about the head girl." The boy rolled his eyes and said in a thorny tone, "I'm just inventing new magic, just treating you as a guinea pig for experiments. Whether you die or not will have anything to do with me."

"You stop using the 'Glorious Judgment'. When will the next death come?" asked the maid.

".Six hours later." The boy fell into silence. After a while, he whispered, "About dawn, you will be taken away by fate."

Black Saint—Maybe it should be called Miss Maid, whose clear eyes stared at the boy, she tilted her head and smiled.

"Since that's the case, let's hug each other until dawn. This is my last wish."

"My dear young master, I will leave after dawn."

"Give me all your warmth so that I will no longer be timid and no longer be afraid of the long night of fate."

"We will embrace each other until the autumn rain stops, the leaves of the paulownia fall, the snow-white rime turns into water, and the firewood in the fireplace burns to ashes. When the warm white glow of dawn is spread on the window frame, the night will say goodbye to the stars. My dear young master Ah, let's embrace each other until that time."

The tenderness climbed on the boy's chest, and the wet and slightly rapid breathing was intertwined.

"Until dawn breaks."

The boy saw the swaying autumn rain, the rustling sycamore trees, the snow-white rime and the warm fireplace, and the starry sky accompanied by the night before dawn.

When the night is filled with stars, even if dawn is approaching, the scenery in front of you is still so beautiful.

"And the remaining day is 1018 hours."

The girl whispered in his ear: "If I have a chance in the future, I will ask you for it."

The thin lips reveal the moist mist dissipates into the thin frost of dawn, slowly melting in the golden morning light, gradually dissipating.

The first dawn of the glorious era, Yago Sivia left since dawn, and finally lost her own name.

Thirty thousand years later, the last long night of the glorious era.

"Enya Monningsta."

"That's your name."

From the shadows, the nameless girl opened her eyes and she faintly saw the light that penetrated the shadows, illuminating the eternal night of 30,000 years.

— “The girl who shares my destiny.”

(End of this chapter)