"What is the thing you love most?"
"What is it that you hate?"
"What is it that you fear?"
————
The wind blows from far, far away.
What is projected on the face is the warm rays of the sun.
She lay in the hay, covering the upper half of her face with a sun hat to block the bright sunshine, and took a lazy break.
The sharp grass stubble touches the skin, itching, it feels very strange.
'Where is this? Where am I? '
She should know the answer, but if she thought about it carefully, she couldn't remember it.
She only knew that everything was so warm and pleasant, and everything was so nostalgic.
'Miss you? Or is it just longing? '
In the distance, a white windmill is slowly turning in the field, and the mill workers are carrying bags of newly harvested wheat in. The driver at the exit on the other side cracked his whip, pulled a cart full of ground mules, swung his ears and walked proudly towards the town.
She stood up.
"Huh——" I felt the breeze when I lay down, but I only felt its intensity after I stood up.
But the wind was not annoying, even though it was very strong. It was so strong that even the ends of her long white hair were blown randomly; it was so strong that she subconsciously held down her long hair with white and brown spaced stripes. The skirt and the big straw hat on her head were so big that she couldn't even open her eyes, and she couldn't help crying because of the magnificent scenery and the brilliant golden sun.
But this wind is not annoying.
After gradually getting used to the distant horizon, the scenery became clearer.
At the end of the ocean of wheat, lakes form a line one after another. From this angle, the lake reflects the clear sky with only a few floating clouds. The scenery is really beautiful.
The water and sky complement each other, the windmills rotate, and the warm sun shines on the earth.
When the wind blows across the lake, the ripples are as soft and even as the highest-grade silk.
What kind of scenery is this?
'It must not be real,' said a different shadow somewhere in her heart, but she was willing to indulge in the beauty of the moment.
Because this is something that I haven’t experienced for a long, long time.
The direction of the wind changed, and this time it was coming from the mill. The changed wind direction caused the windmill to stop rotating. The servants with short white hair raised their hands and clenched their fists and shouted: "No, it's here again!".
The miller, holding two bottles of wine that had just been fished out of the lake and was still dripping with water, walked toward them with a smile.
"Hiss—" She took a deep breath.
Along with the warm wind came the aroma of freshly ground wheat, which made her feel like a glutton was growling in her stomach.
Where is this view?
When did you see this view?
The picture flashed across a cold and dark cabin. In order to save firewood, even the fire was not burned too brightly. It seems like someone is saying this to me——
"In our hometown, when summer comes——"
"No, that's not true."
A voice said this, but it was different from the previous one.
It is ethereal and nowhere to be found, but it hits the softest place in my heart.
"Go home."
it says.
"Go home."
'Home -' She turned her head. The distance was blurry for a while, and then many houses made of wood appeared. Green smoke billows from the chimney above the hut - yes, I have been playing all morning, it is time to go back.
It's just lunch time.
Every year when the wheat was harvested, my mother would always make pancakes. The pancakes made from the freshly harvested flour are fresh and delicious. Although they are not as exquisite as the ones eaten by noble gentlemen with maltose added, they will never be forgotten.
She started running.
Ran across an endless ocean of wheat fields.
Running through fields of gently swaying sunflowers.
I ran through the path where the butterflies danced in heaven.
"Crack-crack-" She pushed the door open, and the movement was so loud that it frightened the white-haired woman with a side ponytail inside.
She was stunned for a moment, and then a smile as gentle as the sunshine and the earth broke out on her face.
"What's wrong? Are you hungry?"
"The pancakes are almost ready, just wait a moment." The woman said.
"My little Mira."
tears.
fell down.
'I think so much, I believe this is true'
————
The memory is cold, and since the beginning, there has never been any part that can be called beautiful.
"Why."
he often asked.
"Why am I the only one who has to bear all this."
"Why do those who clearly have better conditions than me just enjoy them with peace of mind and take them for granted?"
"I'm better than them, why should I have to go through this."
In the cold tunnel, water vapor condensed on the ceiling dripped down. The wet clothes and even the entire environment exuded a musty smell as he walked alone.
"It's just the right place for an incompetent person like you." The condescending ridicule of those men and women was still deeply engraved in his heart.
"How incompetent am I? Compared to you vulgar people who only care about having fun all day long, how can I be called incompetent!" He retorted hoarsely.
"You! How on earth do you have the right to sit on the clouds and accuse me!"
"How do you get the right to enjoy yourself and do nothing every day?"
He roared and retorted, his black curly hair disheveled in anger, like a lion.
A defeated and devastated lion.
"Blood qualifies us," the men and women replied.
"Do you think you can really change everything?" Someone standing behind him said this. He turned around and roared hysterically: "Even you betrayed me!"
"Betrayal?" "Oh hahaha -" the man laughed: "You overestimate yourself, do you think you have the dominant position? Do you think you are leading me and not me controlling? you?"
"This ignorance and arrogance really complements you!"
"You are a bastard who came from a cold and desolate country. Combining with you will only pollute my bloodline." The man went on to say: "Until death separates us, I am just enjoying your foolish loyalty and selfishness." That’s all!”
"You don't think she is your biological daughter, do you?"
"All deserve to die."
"What did you say?"
"Everyone deserves to die!!" He turned around and grabbed the man's slender neck.
"Uh-ah-" She began to struggle, but it was useless in the face of his overwhelming strength.
"Ahhhhhh--" The men and women in luxurious clothes began to panic. He pulled out his sword and killed them, blood splattered all over his body. The splendid ground and various antique artifacts that had been passed down for thousands of years were all contaminated by blood and dirt. He continued to kill, laughing maniacally while killing.
Blood splattered everywhere and they couldn't escape. The women fell to the ground with their legs weak and were so frightened that they wet their long skirts. They burst into tears and clasped their hands together, begging for mercy. The men turned around in embarrassment and tried to escape, but they slipped and fell because of the blood on the marble floor.
"How about it? This is the feeling of despair that I have been experiencing all this time. How does it feel to pay it all back to you!"
He laughed wildly and continued to kill, his entire face covered in blood. Her hair was curled and stuck together, and everything except her eyes had turned blood red.
"Devil! Demon!"
"You devils of the North!"
They struggled and cursed.
"Yeah, that's right -" He raised the big sword in his hand. When he first chose a weapon at the age of 12, he fell in love with it at a glance. Even though he couldn't pick it up at that time, he still didn't give up.
He still has a deep memory of the shocked and fearful expressions of others around him. He understands what kind of concept this weapon represents. It was once so deeply penetrated into their hearts that these people still have it. Still talking about a perverted character.
The person he longed for.
No, who he wanted to be.
These disgusting, hateful, damn traitors.
Although he is in a high position, he does nothing meaningful for this country. He only knows how to exploit loopholes by taking advantage of his own identity and bending the law. He knows nothing about the suffering of the people of this entire country.
hatred!
He hated these so-called relatives who did nothing and were indifferent.
hatred!
He hates this country that claims to have achieved ethnic tolerance but still distinguishes people based on blood and appearance.
hatred!
He hates.
I am powerless and can only be at the mercy of others.
"Haaahhhh!" he roared and waved his sword wildly.
This sword is his spiritual sustenance. Holding it is like becoming that legend.
He is happy with his grudges and completely cuts into pieces everything he dislikes.
"I'm your new nightmare!"
He waved again and again, when there was no other living creature present but himself.
It was as sudden as if the arrogant person before was a completely different person, but he stood there again, hesitating for a long time.
'Is this my weakness? '
————
What is fear.
For most people, this is a deep-seated instinct, the natural instinct of living things to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. It is an indelible imprint originating from the depths of the soul.
Dreams are irregular.
Full of all kinds of mysteries that cannot be explained in words.
It is these irregular and unexplainable places that create fear.
If everything could be explained clearly through the root of knowledge, then there would be no reason for fear.
"This is not true. You are not here and I am not here." Henry stood there and said to the woman with flowing black hair.
"Is that what you hope?" She asked with a slight smile.
"Your heart is shaken, Haimirning." The woman called him this, but it was an unfamiliar name: "You are afraid. How long has it been since you experienced this feeling?"
"Almost eternity," Henry replied calmly.
"Oh, that's really new, but." She smiled and circled around the sage: "I didn't expect that your fear would actually come true in my form. You know we were once close friends, you This is a bit chilling.”
"Aren't you shaken? You are really ruthless." She stopped and her expression turned cold: "Are you feeling guilty about me? No, no, no, how can you feel guilty about anyone when you are alone? Guilt, oh-yeah.”
"You're not worried about me seeking compensation from you, are you? There's something else."
"You found it, right?" She tilted her head and stared at Henry closely: "That thing that is precious to you."
"This is really rare."
"The invulnerable Haimirning finally has his own weakness, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha -" Like a madman, the black-haired girl clapped her hands and shouted like this: "My name is Mira, right? That innocent girl."
"Are you worried that I will harm her? This is your weakness, isn't it? You are still living for others, Haimirning. Your life is only worth this, right?"
"You're worried about me, the ghost of your past, entangled in the future you finally found, right? This is the reason why I show up, isn't it!" She shouted, her beautiful face with red eyes exuding an evil spirit. She has a charming and arrogant aura, but it makes her even more breathtakingly beautiful.
"" Henry was silent, and after a while, he raised his head.
"Do you think this is the weakness inside me?"
His gray-blue eyes were still calm.
"I know you are watching. If you have peeked into my heart, you should also understand that this trick does not work on me." He no longer looked at the woman in front of him, but raised his head to face the entire dark The people around the space said this in a steady tone: "You are only a dabbler after all."
"No matter how hard you try to imitate, you can't compare with the real thing."
"She." Henry raised his finger and pointed at the woman with black hair and red eyes, and then said word by word.
"Never say anything like that."
"————"
Like glass, the woman froze on the spot and shattered into pieces, then disappeared completely.
"Is it a newborn?" Henry whispered, and then the entire darkness around him receded, and the light of the campfire shone around him again. The sage looked around and saw that everyone including Horno, Margaret, Constantine, Mira, the imperial knights and mercenaries were lying on the ground, unconscious.
He was the only one standing there.
The soup bowls and horn cups still containing food fell to the ground. The knights wearing armor with amazing physical defense could not block the magic attack mixed in the mist.
This is the terrible thing about magic.
This is the terrifying thing about witches.
"Crack-" In the periphery of the swaying firelight, like stars lighting up one after another, dozens of pairs of gray-green eyes opened.
"Hiss--" The monster closest to the fire, with blond hair and hard cuticles, bared its teeth and tried to intimidate him, but it did not dare to come completely close because of something.
Its physique is far stronger than other ghouls, and its pointed ears still retain the appearance of the race it belonged to in life.
Then she walked out.
The simple clothes could not hide the enchanting figure. The height of nearly 1.7 meters and the pointed chin were very in line with modern people's aesthetics. If Filippo was awake at this moment, he would be at a loss again and his face would be red. Stuttering when speaking.
But more than this, what attracted Henry's attention the most was her long black hair, which could not be concealed. Her ears were slightly shorter than Horno's but still had a pointed outline.
"At least it looks similar in appearance." Henry stretched out his hand to Kramer behind his back.
Then he closed his eyes.
"Hey -" The tattoos on both sides of his neck gradually emitted a cyan light, and all the ghouls shrank away because of this light, like dogs with their tails between their legs.
"Clang——cha——"
The sackcloth was untied.
Kramer, who had not left his sheath since arriving on the East Coast, once again shone in the moonlight and firelight.
"This feeling."
"It's been such a long time."
