"The Dauphin family used to have the title of Lord, but because my grandfather's father was heavily in debt at the time, he had to..."
Miss Gregory seemed a little embarrassed to speak, but looking at Agnes's calm eyes, she continued talking.
"My grandfather even once..." She slurred slightly before saying, "His only property at that time was a shotgun. It was not until my grandmother married my grandfather that the economic situation improved."
"My grandmother and my aunt's mother are actually not the same person," she said after hesitating for a while. "It is said that after my grandmother gave birth to her mother with my grandfather, she left with a painter inexplicably."
"It is said that my grandfather was very angry and looked for them every day with a shotgun for a long time, but he never found them."
"Later, my grandfather married my aunt's mother and gave birth to my aunt. But not long after, my aunt's mother also passed away, and my grandfather did not remarry."
Agnes recalled in her mind Miss Gregory's appearance when she told these stories, without much reaction on her face.
She just turned her head abruptly and looked at the morning light emerging from the distant sky.
"It's all about lust."
"What are you talking about, Sister Pagani?" Miss Gregory asked aloud.
Agnes showed no expression and just said calmly: "The drama has been completed, and it's time for the viewers to give their own responses."
"But when the viewers respond, what will happen to the extras who are forced to participate in the celebration?" She looked at the mirror that reflected the colors like water waves under the dazzling light with some confusion. "Even if it's just watching, it's just Watch..."
Miss Gregory looked at Agnes strangely and asked aloud: "Sister Pagani, what are you talking about?"
...
Lord Solo subconsciously knelt down on one knee and inserted the giant sword in front of himself. The light and shadow around his body changed slightly, like an invisible wall.
But the river formed by countless shadows seemed not to be affected at all, but it also did not come into contact with Lord Solo.
It just quietly surrounded Sir Solo. Countless thin shadows flickered on it, and various things emerged on it. It looked like it was just a mirror surrounding its only audience.
"Actually, I didn't want to open it in this state." Gotles looked at his body burning with light blue flames regretfully, "I should use a more gentlemanly gesture to invite the audience I am looking forward to. Watch the drama.”
"But it is inevitable that the organizers of a drama will be too involved to pay attention to their own image." He did not change his form, but looked at the crowd rushing towards the city center square and laughed, "As long as this drama It’s enough if the effect is good enough.”
"You see, the husband married his wife in order to seek property, and because he was greedy for his lover's beauty and unwilling to part with the property, he devised a vicious plan to make his wife betray him. He did not expect that his wife would actually betray him, and his lover did not Stay true to yourself…”
Gotles laughed.
"Many years later, the daughter of a former wife and her lover, an excellent dancer, was also greedy for the good life that the benefactor could provide, and the benefactor took her proud skin away in exchange; her The soul returned to its hometown in order to retrieve its own skin, but was attracted by the skin of its lover's daughter and betrayed its own skin. When it saw the skin that had been taken away from it rotting, it regretted abandoning its own skin."
"To be honest, these two people are really similar, don't you think? Although they are not related by blood."
Lord Solo just laughed, stretched out his hand that was burning like the morning sun and shattered the mirror in front of him, without saying a word.
Countless fragments fell down, like crystal clear snowflakes, reflecting pale phantoms in the air.
"People always put seemingly rational reasoning on the throne of their rulers, but in fact they just surrendered themselves to the madness brought about by satisfying their own desires."
Goteles watched Lord Solo's movements calmly. He seemed to be standing outside the mirror and yet inside the mirror.
"Yesterday's joy often becomes today's regret, and reason often follows instinctive cues - the purest desire."
He was like an actor on stage, reciting an obscure final line.
Mirrors appeared quietly in the sky above the city, and dazzling lights kept flashing in the space. People hiding in the corners looked at the mirrors around them with mixed horror and disbelief, or desperately wanted to catch something, or Standing stiffly in place like a puppet, or retreating further into a corner as if to avoid what he saw.
They were all fully immersed in each other, as if no one else was around, and all aspects of life were intertwined in countless mirrors. Their figures reflected on the mirror turned into thin shadows. Their voices echoed among countless mirrors and mixed together. In the end, they could only be heard. to elongated screams and shouts.
In the center of the city center square, surrounded by countless mirrors, Goteles raised his head and looked at the scene in the mirrors around him. After a long time, he raised his hands to cover his face, and a low sob came from his fingers. Overflowing, tears slid down the corners of his eyes along the edges of his fingers.
"This is exactly what I love," he put down his hand, revealing the remaining tears on his face and the extremely bright smile on his lips, "What a wonderful feeling full of desire."
The illusive black viscous liquid overflowed from his eyes, his ears, and his mouth, constantly shuttled and refracted between the mirrors surrounding him, and surged up to the thin shadows reflected on the mirrors, and people's faces gradually emerged Intoxicated, as if trapped in the most wonderful dream.
He looked across the mirror above to the night sky shrouded in crimson moonlight.
...
"It's time for me to go." Agnes lowered her head to look at the girl whose hands and feet were still dancing, then raised her head slightly to look at the boy pushing the trolley.
The high walls of the monastery acted like a barrier to isolate the illusory black mud from entering, and the edges of the mirror shattered there, like crystal snowflakes.
Little Milo looked at Agnes and nodded slightly.
"This dance alone will not take your life," Agnes lowered her head again and looked at Miss Gregory and said, "As long as you don't leave the convent."
Agnes bent down, picked up the suitcase she had placed by the wall when she came out, stood up straight, and walked out of the monastery.
Her spirit has been infinitely elevated, and the irritating feeling produced by her body has almost no trace in this state. She just looks at the black threads connecting herself calmly.
"What did you hear?"
"Endless hope, endless pain, the silent one who will never forget."
Little Milo's answer at that time echoed in Agnes's heart.
A black thread quietly emerged, quickly changing from illusion to solidity.
"You are the endless hope, the endless pain, the silent one who will never forget..."
Bernie's calm prayers echoed in her ears, and a gray gauze-like scene appeared before her eyes.
There were countless mirrors shining with dazzling light, and the figure burning with light blue flames in the center of the mirror.
