For some reason, looking at Sherlock in front of me, another picture suddenly appeared in front of Aivas-
It was the translucent Lucifer standing in front of him, whispering the scene of the past of the snake in the past.
“——The same is true for snakes. When snakes lie, they always tell the truth. Just like you.
“——He has sincere feelings for us, but for a higher purpose, he has to abandon us.
"——He failed to win my consent, and he took me as a sacrifice. I was not satisfied with this. But he felt guilty and pain for it, so I forgive him. He cut off his goodness, that
It is you. You are suffering for this, which is the pain of his past; when a person has sin, he must repent, and when he repents, he must atone for his sins.
"—Will you still deceive me? It's like we did in the past."
Every word and sentence were all marked with blood. Evas had only heard it once, but he had engraved it firmly in his heart.
Maybe it's because of shock, maybe it's because of tenderness.
It’s like watching a person stabbing a needle into his finger and lifting his nails... Even if he has never suffered a similar injury, when he sees a similar picture or even just the text, he will feel the corresponding pain in his heart.
How similar is Espin and Lucifer at that time to the present Evas and Sherlock?
"Is this also a kind of 'head-tail ring'..."
Aivas moved his lips slightly and murmured in a low voice.
Some ripples appeared in his eyes.
But it was not shaken.
Because Evas still remembers how he promised Lucifer at that time-
“I don’t make promises like ‘I will never betray’, ‘I will never lie’. All I can say is that everything I do is worthy of my heart.
"—I will never do anything that will make me regret it. I will not cut off my regretful heart!"
Aivas closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, his heart became stronger.
In any case, he is different from Huantiansi.
Just like the last sentence left by Lucifer: "I am just a little sad. We could have faced the end of the world together, but he didn't need to be so lonely... to the point of being crazy..."
And Avas, he was not as lonely as Huantiansi. He was surrounded by his followers, his friends, his lover, and the person he promised to protect. He vowed to be like the sun
Guide them in the direction, and would rather burn yourself to the best of your own...
"Ms. Haibaxia, I have a problem..."
And at this time, Sherlock's words distracted Evas.
"--I know."
But Haibaxia just raised her hand slightly and signaled Sherlock not to say anything more.
Today's Haibaxia wears a dark green dress that is reminiscent of the forest.
Compared to her tender and elegant appearance, this outfit looks unexpectedly mature. She sat dignifiedly on a wooden high chair with her legs, so she looked taller than Aivas and Sherlock.
"You are trying to ask... about Hermes, right?"
Haibaxia looked at Sherlock with some sorrow.
The glow of emotions flashed in her pupils for the first time.
“—You are not him.”
Haibaxia whispered softly: "Not."
Sherlock was so shocked when she was recognized by "The Secret of Fools". It was not until then that she saw Sherlock with her eyes for the first time... she finally saw his appearance clearly.
That was a face that I had almost forgotten, but once I remembered it, I could never forget it again.
Like a branding.
Pain everywhere.
Every line and sentence I recall is full of blood leakage.
"...Dionis and the banquet master merged with one soul. The fool who resisted the gods and was full of spirits eventually became a member of the gods."
Haibasha looked at Sherlock as if he was talking to him, and as if he was whispering to another person: "The Secretariat of Fools" is not some kind of knowledge that hopes to be passed down. It is the kind of resistance
The heart of rebellion.
"One of the authors of this book is me. The other author is Hermes.
"If you still remember the preface in the book, you will remember that I called it crocus. The name crocus, which is Krox... He is Hermes's brother. He was murdered by him.
The innocent child who tried to bury it again."
Hearing this, Aivas opened his eyes slightly.
He suddenly realized something and looked at the dolls he brought.
Thirty centimeters to less than half a meter in height, just like the size of the "fufu" series dolls launched by Sega. If the elf girls in gorgeous long skirts look carefully... they will feel that they are now
Haibaxia has quite similarities.
Haibaxia also followed Aivas's gaze and murmured: "White daffodils, yellow laurels, blood-red anemones, blue hyacinths, pink and purple crocuses...
"Do you know why I named them with these flowers?"
Both Avas and Sherlock remained silent.
But Isabel opened his eyes slightly, and she vaguely sensed something trembling.
——That is the power of "beauty".
"Narcissus...he is the handsomest teenager among us, named Naxos."
Haibasha whispered: "After the fool dies, he soon dies. He turns himself into a part of eternal beauty in order to pursue deeper beauty.
"He saw himself in the lake and felt that it was the highest beauty. So he jumped without hesitation... and did not rise until he drowned. Now he is one of the mirror keepers of the twin mirrors.
"Laurel - there is a girl named Daphne. She is very beautiful and is the admirer of the Moon Angel. At that time, the Moon Angel split up, Yang's self fell in love with her... She swears that she doesn't love anyone other than the Moon Angel,
I did not recognize that it was part of the moon angel she worshiped. She gradually turned into a laurel tree in the long-term and destined to be undesirable, and is still the dancer of my constant."
“…Is the elves’ tree-like disease?”
Aivas murmured.
The split Yang self of the moon angel... isn't that the Xitiansi split from the eternal self?
"Anemone and Hyacinth are similar stories."
Haibasha turned around and looked at Evas: "They are all tree-formed elves...all our friends. One went to the Land of Giant Trees and the other went to the Amber Forest."
"Only crocus...is it the dead brother of Hermes, right?"
Sherlock was silent for a while before saying slowly.
He had guessed the truth.
The Lord of Scale Feathers said: "A apostle of the Sand Timepiece once threw a frisbee in the material world bored, but failed and accidentally killed an elf's young son. This innocent child who was beaten to death was called Korox.
, He was the first crocus."
【Original】 crocus.
When Sherlock questioned the end of the fool, Haibasha said this:
"This book is definitely out of print - only I have a heritage here. I don't hide this at all. You are the first person to be recognized by this book... If you can't hear it, I will be disappointed."
The reason why Haibaxia said this...
"The crocus is his past sin, symbolizing him. The other four flowers symbolize friends."
Haibaxia turned around and looked at the doll, her pupils filled with tenderness: "I let them accompany the crocuses... just like we were with him in the past."
She stood up from the tall chair, stepped on the azure blue illusory steps that emerged from the void, and walked step by step to the five dolls.
She reached out and touched the doll girl in a pink and purple long skirt, and it gradually floated up and emitting a pink and purple glimmer.
"—Because she is Hermes' daughter. She is the sister of the same fertility as Huitiansi, and the name I gave her is Colocuss."
"Graytiansi..."
Hearing this, Aivas opened his eyes slightly: "Can it be..."
"oh?"
The young elf girl turned around and looked at Evas, her lips slightly raised: "Don't you know... the great former pope.