"You need to calm down." The Saint told him, "We will discuss the specific situation after Douglas wakes up."

Without arguing, he went straight into the confession.

The so-called "between confession" is actually a cold water prison. Just as there are always shadows under the light, the light church will always be accustomed to wrapping the existence of shadows with a glossy appearance, including names.

The water in the prison flows, is not dirty, and maintains the habits of the light church. However, there is a kind of dark thorn planted in the water, which can grow freely without light. The thorns are not too long, but are sharp and hard. Generally, when the object of repentance walks to the platform of repentance, he needs to wade through this thorny path. When the repentance is over, he needs to walk again, which means "the pain brings light."

However, he had no feelings about "hypocrisy" or "discomfort" about all this, including pain that ordinary people could not achieve, and he only didn't care.

The so-called changes in all things, the changes in the world, the passage of time, and everything changing and moving in the world seem so slowly and long to him.

There are many things that can touch him and hurt him, but they cannot make him feel anything special.

Although his body is as hard as a stubborn stone, it is enough to be immune to most of the damage. Whether it comes from magic or not, it is not impeccable. It is just that no matter what kind of damage he suffers, it will not appear to be obviously damaged on the surface.

Just as he was not without pain, he just could not feel the so-called "pain" - the so-called pain seemed to always be applied to something else, unable to touch his "soul".

"Not touching" is his norm.

The saint obviously knew his situation.

However, this mission was too failed, and a high-level priest and a new and promising Knight Templar was damaged.

As the most essentially superior and most capable person, he chose not to say anything.

In fact, he said it.

--"have no idea."

Because I don't care, I don't know.

This obviously angered the priests, and even the saints could not protect them.

So no matter whether it was a good manner or a sincere punishment, he always came to the water prison and quietly half-kneeled on the platform that had been quietly covered by thorns.

The pain he suffered was so weak that such punishment was no different from rest.

He originally planned to empty his brain just like before and wait quietly for the so-called "punishment" to pass.

However, the burden on him was obviously unexpected: when he heard the sound of the dark water, he would think of the corner of her robe that was swaying and dispersing in the water; when he felt the slight pain of the thorns, he would think of the enchanting thorns on her wrist; when he tried to close his eyes to avoid those impressions, it was strange that all the impressions about her became clearer.

Obviously all promises are lies and all impressions are phantoms, but he can't forget them no matter what.

It's really strange.

He thought.

Is Nightmare's spell so powerful?

A crack appeared in the mind, which could not be affected by any magic, just like a crack that quietly appeared under a rock. Although there was no change on the surface, such traces could not be eliminated no matter what.

He opened his eyes, closed it, opened it again, and then closed it again, but he could not erase her face like Shenasha from the darkness, and finally had to give up.

Just as there are always shadows under the light, probably the light in the shadows is inevitable.

Whether it is a dream or an illusion, it will not have any impact on him anyway.

——So that's it.

Almost at the moment of relaxation, she appeared quietly in front of him, alive: she looked like they had before they parted, but it seemed a little different.

She stood alone in the dark water, her neck, hair, eyelashes, and cheeks were a little wet, and her figure was as thin as the clouds that were about to scatter at the end of a rainy day, looking lonely and cold.

There was obviously not much expression on her face and there was no trace of sadness, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

The very strange and familiar discomfort made him involuntarily want to get close and do something.

The strangeness is because such emotions come so abruptly, which caught him off guard.

——You have seen it.

A voice quietly told him.

It seemed that at some point, in a farther place, he had seen such a picture. He was so familiar that as long as he looked at it, his heart would involuntarily soften.

Heart?

He touched his chest, and there was familiar emptyness and silence inside.

But if it's not soft-hearted, then what?

When she looked at him quietly from a horizontal perspective, he clearly said nothing, but he felt an invitation, an irresistible invitation, as he wished.

He walked towards her stepping on the water, as if he had swam across a wide river, as if it had been a long time before he came to her.

When he finally stood in front of her, looking at her wet hair and cheeks, he felt the familiar overflow again in his chest, and that feeling drove him to do something.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he got stuck because he was not good at speaking.

With her head down, she still looked at him calmly. Because she was getting closer, she needed to raise her head to look at his eyes. However, because of this, the look of raising her eyes was a bit more obedient.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand - maybe he wanted to pull her out of the water, maybe he wanted to touch her eyes, or...

But before he could figure out what his real wish was, he felt the pain.

Between the ribs, there was a pain that was penetrated.

In his arms, her hand that turned into white thorns was inserted into his chest. The well-behaved expression on her face had disappeared. She changed into that familiar, cunning and complacent smile: "Ah, long time no see."

“…”

"You are such a good person."

"I think you should have chopped mine when I meet."

"Being friends requires both sides."

“No name is true.”

"Thank you, it saves me a lot of trouble."

One hateful words after another came out of her mouth, with a sense of pride.

And with such words, her originally white and delicate face, which was as white as the bright moon, began to slowly dissolve and gradually turned into an indistinguishable, gray mist.

"Look, I'm such a monster."

She giggled.

——"But you are still willing to excuse me and treat me as a friend."

He felt something warm in his chest was quickly losing, and something cold rose from deeper and darker places.

"Shut up."

He should have held her slender neck, just like he did to all the monsters from the abyss.

But when he really stretched out his hand, his hands once again went against his will, and instead grabbed her arms and pulled her into his arms.

Then she literally dissipated.

Like a cloud that is coming into your arms.

Then all the sounds, smells and shadows about her were dissipated.

The air was filled with damp and cold water vapor, and the darkness had no intention of dissipating. It was just like usual, like the whole world, as if there had never been any change.

——Except for the pain remaining in the chest, the pain is still clear.

He was stunned for a moment.

The chest was intact and there was no trace of damage - so where did the pain come from?

It was at that moment that he suddenly had some enlightenment: it turned out that this was what she meant by "stomping on both sides".

He was already a little strange. How could the pain that was not painful to him and could become a connection between "friends".

That's what she meant-

It was obviously not causing any harm to him, but what he felt was far more painful than the body suffered.

She knew from the beginning that only the knife inserted "there" would cause real pain.

——It really hurts.

She really knows him.

She is indeed different.

The breath is different, the presence is different, and the pain is also different.

It's like a bird suddenly flying in from an originally still scroll, or a fish swimming in - with a kind of fresh breath.

Yes, a fresh breath.

Even the pain she left him was the same as hers.

Sharp, profound, and vivid.

——As if it has been long-lost, extremely strange life.

He carefully savored her expression that made his chest full of anger, the pain she left to her, and finally figured out what he had always wanted to do and what he wanted to find: it turned out that what he was looking for was not a "same substance" or a "same body", but wanted to understand why she looked so vivid even if she was clearly of the same kind - even if she was just approaching, it could be contagious to that feeling?

Why can you feel all kinds of strange emotions and feel like "living" as long as you are there?
To be continued...