The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 100 Ch.99 Ring Raising Ceremony

Fog billows from the mirror and fills the bathroom.

Roland watched quietly.

Watching her struggle, struggling against the servant's rough hands and feet, and then being punched several times in the face, she calmed down.

Her hands and feet were bound, her mouth was gagged, and she was sent to a carriage at night.

The destination is not far away.

A cold room, some fast-footed doctors.

She was tied to a hospital bed made of hard boards in the most shameful manner, and then someone gave her medicine and drained her blood.

She was listless and lethargic.

Roland saw the scissors and the red-hot iron.

Wails of pain were heard.

She lost her shoes during the struggle, broke her nails, and bit her mouth and tongue. A wisp of green smoke rose up between his legs, and even Roland could smell the disgusting burning smell.

"What are you thinking about, Roland?"

Someone called him from behind.

Roland turned back.

Cherry Chloe stood there cheerfully, holding her hands behind her back.

Behind the walls melting in the mist, among the dense forests of cast silver.

"Come," she said. "Come quickly."

She came out of the fog, grabbed Roland's hand, and started running.

She held up her skirt and stepped on the grass with her bare feet, laughing as she ran.

They passed through the dense forest and were close to the silver lake and the sea of ​​purple flowers. Above the head is a belt of bright stars, and the cheeks are facing the wind in the forest.

Roland stumbled along the way.

This is the place for melons, ticklish soles and free laughter.

She turned to Roland and shouted, tearing the strip of cloth along the pleats of her skirt and tying it on his hand.

Then, raise your hands.

An equally scrawled knot.

She said: "This way, you can't throw it away."

Someone around me started playing a tune.

The lazy black cat leaned on the treetop reluctantly with a drooped face, playing the violin;

The octopus with flying tentacles was hiding in the lake, tapping the black and white keys fast and slowly; the chaotic music was like fragmented and happy steps, crushing the melancholy and hesitation in his heart.

The bow jumps and the vibrato changes.

Someone danced lightly on the balls of their feet and quietly came up behind him.

A white gauze was wrapped around him.

Roland suddenly looked back, and the figure snickered and walked away quickly.

It's a familiar face.

"...Miss Nina?"

He shouted, but the person who was retreating further and further away didn't respond. He picked up the dress and turned around in a circle.

Dew clung to the tip of his nose.

"Crying sadly, we can always meet."

Cherry laughed at Roland's expression.

She used her fingers to pinch the corners of his mouth to both sides and upwards, creating an arc.

“The more abundant you are, the less you laugh.”

She pouted dissatisfiedly, but her expression was covered by a thin layer of fog, making it difficult for Roland to see clearly.

"What are you thinking about? It's time to dance."

She forcibly grabbed Roland's arms, turned her toes forward, and pulled him to dance.

soon.

More musicians joined in from the woods, from the sea of ​​roses and from the lake.

The big-eyed deer biting the harmonica, the brown bear dancing with the maracas, and the monkey holding the castanets.

There are also singing swans.

Cheerful melody, joyful dance steps.

You advance and I retreat, intertwining lightly.

"It's time to spin around. Can I stand on your feet?" Cherry didn't wait for Roland to answer. Her feet, one on the left and the other on the right, occupied the feet of her dance partner.

She also playfully pinched Roland with her toes and urged:

"Turn around quickly, it's going to be a circle here!"

Roland hugged her, spun around in time with the melody, and listened to her whisper into his face:

"I heard you cry, Roland."

"Because I'm in pain, Cherry." Roland pulled her and danced in the wind, and everything around her became increasingly blurry. "I lost you."

He felt grit filling his throat.

Hoarseness, pain.

"I'm a fool who thinks he's smart."

"I've lost you forever."

The water vapor is thick, and the white mist wraps around the ankles.

"Yeah, you lost me."

Cherry laughed softly, with a sly smirk that made her look even younger.

"But a woman tries her best to hide her feelings. A bird like you that hasn't learned to fly can't detect it."

She said: "Isn't it great? I no longer have to suffer the pain of that life. I don't have to face the cold bed all day long, staring at my servant, crazy husband, cannibal friends, and hateful brother."

"Now we are... together forever."

"My dear 'brother'."

She would no longer be as majestic as the statue on the shrine.

As long as she lives in the memory of those who love her, she will always be alive and happy.

Roland tightened his arms, trying to use his arms to pull her soft waist closer, and then closer, until she was so close that her flesh and blood turned into minced flesh, until she became one with him.

However, that was in vain.

With a smile in her eyes, the woman hugged Roland with her backhand, gently pressed her toes on his feet, lifted them up, and kissed his cheek.

"Do what you gotta do, honey."

"Do what you want, honey."

"Choose to be a gentleman, or..."

"A monster."

"No matter where you are, I will always look at you in my memory."

She let go of her hand, jumped back with her skirt, left Roland, and slowly retreated towards Nina.

The fog rises.

The silver lake reflects the bright stars above.

The lakeside was deserted.

Roland stood alone.

He had just danced a duet with his memory and fantasy.

The breeze that ruffled the lake surface gently brushed his face, and the white veil and black hair on his head were woven into a long and soft tail, floating slowly behind him.

He looked down at himself in the silver lake.

Until the fog gradually faded away.

The person in the mirror was in tears.

In the overlapping sleeping world and waking world, he maintained the posture of ending the dance, and in the bathroom, after the song ended, he bowed to the person in his fantasy.

"Roland."

"You are ready... right?"

Roland silently took out a piece of letter paper and a mask slightly larger than the palm from his coat.

The candlelight burned, reflecting the face of the person in the mirror.

He murmured:

'Memory is a lie. '

'It is the fantasy of the hazy. ’

‘So I…’

‘Waiting and waiting, wandering and wandering——’

The letter paper with the fantasy story ignited a pale flame in his hand.

When the sleeping world and the waking world overlapped, a ritual finally began.

The flame grew and expanded in an instant, infecting Roland's whole body, erupting upward like a volcano that had endured for a thousand years.

Roland heard a crackling sound in his ears, and his skin was burnt, revealing bright red flesh.

‘My ears stood up high, as sensitive as flesh without skin. ’

‘Fantasy is the wallpaper that embellishes pain,’

‘It is also the carving knife that carves reality. ’

The ritual in operation burned everything visible and invisible.

It grew from the paper and passed to the flesh, and at the same time, it tore the mask-shaped strange object open, burning it into pieces and twisted shapes.

The mask, which was as hard as bone, was as fragile as paper.

‘The headless match ignited the flame. ’

‘The spider used its ninth leg to touch its chest and bid farewell. ’

‘The ewe grows horns and stabs the speechless speaker to death. ’

‘Its manuscript says: Look! ’

‘There are two queen bees in the nest! ’

The flames burn fiercely, and everything gradually fades.

They flock to the boy at the center of the ceremony in the gray vision... No, to the young man.

The sharp ones become round and smooth, and the hard ones become soft.

Like a veil that can be penetrated by sunlight, it floats behind the black-haired young man.

‘I am the beginning of "impossible". ’

‘I am the other side of the coin. ’

‘I am the one who breeds and creates everything...’

The hazy words in my eyes brushed across my pupils, leaving a line of shallow marks.

‘Fantasy. ’

The pale flames sang loudly in my eyes.

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"Principle: Fantasy"

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"Ring 1: White Veil"

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"Veil Coverer: Soft veil will blur your shape, appearance, smell, gender, race, and even...principles for a certain period of time."

"You can use any rituals that do not involve gods under any principle."

"You cannot control and actively shape your form. People can only see you in their own fantasy."

"——'Everyone says they have seen me, and everyone's description is different.'"

"The figure in the flower garden: The attraction to living/non-living things will never decrease——'Stone, stone! Please! Hurry up! Fall in love with me!'"

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"※Beautiful dreams are unrealistic fabrications."

"※People who possess it are always beautiful."

…

The swaying flames were extinguished between the hair.

The person in the mirror was very beautiful.

The face that was rarely seen in the world was smiling happily.

He was transformed by some extremely high-level energy, and his amazing face would be even more amazing in the future.

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What a good day.

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Wrench.

"Roland..."

The pale flame twisted and spread out in an irregular shape, gathered and broke into pieces, as if it was a metaphor for its complicated and worried mood.

"Are you okay?"

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Very good.

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I can accommodate more "secrets"...

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Look.

He waved at the person in the mirror, opened his arms, tapped his toes, and turned around in place as light as a feather.

So, the mystery condensed into a fuzzy veil, draped over the body, and bloomed with the light footsteps.