Isabel stared at the darkness, and those stories emerged in her heart, flying past like phantoms of foam.
Her consciousness became dull in the hallucination, just like dreaming, and she was unable to accurately control her thoughts.
"...Is there really a correct answer to this question?"
Such doubts arose in her mind.
But obviously, this sentence is not the answer.
So after hesitating for a long time, Isabel still cautiously answered: "Who is the puppet...?"
"Is this...Puppet?"
Then, she took off the mask.
When Mycroft spoke, Isabel had already taken out the silver-white harp.
There is another "Isabel" wearing the same clothes and having the same face as Isabel!
The only difference from her was that "Isabel" wore bright lipstick.
"——You are me."
Under Isabel's gaze, the blood-stained mask gradually began to twist and deform, and finally transformed into the appearance of Isabel with a lowered eyebrow.
At this time, Isabel pushed open the closet door and jumped out of the study closet.
"Ah."
I saw the mask hanging down on its own.
The dark and mysterious space turned into an altar in the sky filled with yellow sand.
"Anastasia, I wish you well..."
"What are your orders, Your Majesty?"
"To put it more carefully..."
Under the mask is a short-haired elf girl nicknamed "Ke'er".
Isabel's scalp felt numb for a while: "What and what are these..."
After Mycroft Hermes knocked on the door and received the answer, he took his briefcase and hurried into the Queen's study, and sat down opposite the Queen skillfully.
This man, who was as carefree as a fat seal, broad-minded and fat, seemed a little anxious at the moment.
"Oh, that's not the case. The main reason is that you have never had the habit of drinking before, and as soon as Minister Aiwass left, you started drinking every day."
But although he guessed Isabel's motive, he raised his head and looked at it carefully, and after thinking for a moment, he shook his head: "It's hard to see, at least there is no obvious violation. Or, you can be more careful.
?Specifically, which part should be observed for the sense of disharmony?”
"so beautiful!"
Mycroft was a little dissatisfied: "Not long after Minister Aiwass left Avalon, those guys became active one by one - now the battle in the Round Table Hall is getting more intense. Or do you plan to continue to maintain the relationship between you and Aiwass
Secretary Wentz’s political image as an enemy?”
With that said, he put his entire briefcase on the table and pushed it over.
"Try this mask on."
——But in her hand, the pure white faceless mask still lay quietly. One side of the mask was stained with fresh blood, and the left side of Isabel's cheek also had a short arc mark that had been lightly cut by a knife.
Mycroft said, taking out a handkerchief and wiping his sweat: "My personal suggestion: you'd better not drink too much in public."
At that moment, indescribable fear appeared in Isabel's heart. She suddenly took a breath of cold air and woke up suddenly.
Originally, she would have probably subconsciously asked, "Who is Anastasia?" But Aiwass had already told her his experience in his dream last night.
Isabel was stunned for a moment: "I remember that my grandmother often drank with the people, and everyone liked it very much... Is it because my image is not close enough to the people? Or is it because I look too young and am not old enough to drink?"
And Isabel suddenly looked down and saw only a thick snake tail.
Isabel was sweating profusely.
The deep laughter came: "It's not bad, it's not bad.
"You need to give them some color."
Mycroft immediately guessed why Isabel asked.
"...what's wrong?"
——No, that’s not right!
Isabel was suddenly startled.
A short-haired elf girl who looked about the same age as Isabel came over.
Rather than these things, it is better to pray a few more words to Aiwass - maybe the Silver Crowned Dragon will hear it!
She raised her head and smiled at Mycroft: "By the way, do you see anything weird about me?"
"I can't hide it for long."
Isabel smiled and stretched out her hand to greet one of them: "Ke'er, come here."
Kerr waved generously to Mycroft, showing a cheerful smile that was completely different from Isabel's.
She looked at Mycroft and comforted him: "Don't worry, Lord Hermes. I have already finished reading the tantra book, and I will deal with the backlog of documents as soon as possible."
She whispered in a low voice: "I am you...
As it fell, an illusory thin line suddenly appeared, connecting it with Isabel's right middle finger.
"The minister's gift is also inside - it's an elf harp."
Isabel, who was sitting across the desk, took the briefcase and raised her head at the same time: "Where are the things I asked you to get for me?"
Only the snake queen standing in front of Isabel had no mask on her face.
Isabel murmured softly.
She imitated the appearance of the Snake Queen in the illusion and gently loosened her mask.
"if you were me……"
So Isabel just sighed: "The girl's wish has been fulfilled. After all, this is the place with the most griffons in the world..."
As the thin threads in the Snake Queen's hand continued to merge, the surrounding dark screen shrank again.
Isabel smacked her lips and gave up her random thoughts.
He rubbed his scalp, which had begun to lose hair seriously, and complained: "You can do something, Your Majesty - I think you still have to see these documents in person, I'm not sure."
"——Don't worry, I will handle these documents properly, please."
It is also inlaid with an eyeball-sized amber gemstone. Near the gemstone is a blue-white silk ribbon.
There were densely packed snake-men standing silently around, each of them wearing a mask on their face.
"There is no problem with the people. I would rather say that the response is quite good. As you might expect, people still prefer words that are artistic and easy to understand, rather than focusing on describing complex political struggles involving many interests.
A simple and bright romantic love story - the novel you wrote anonymously, based on you and Minister Aiwass as the protagonists, has been reviewed. Without knowing your identity, several editors have given quite good reviews.
evaluation, so we are preparing to start printing.
Isabel said, reaching out to touch her face.
It turns out that everything around me is an illusion.
Isabel read the Elvish language.
The small silver-white harp is decorated with leaves and vines. Between the leaves and vines, there are two red flowers - as deep red as roses. And they are entirely carved from a single piece of gemstone.
.
"...Forget it, it doesn't matter. Anyway, when Aiwass comes back, everything will be clear."
Mycroft was stunned for a moment when he saw this.
The Queen took off her pure white faceless mask.
"...As you command, Your Majesty the Queen."
…
Isabel continued the previous sentence and asked.
……what about me?
She looked towards the corner of the study room, curiously looking at the two papal guards, and a thought suddenly came to her mind.
"Isabel" opposite smiled lightly and put the mask on Isabel's face.
The Snake Queen suddenly smiled charmingly and stretched her hand towards her face.
Isabel looked at her expectantly.
Mycroft smiled bitterly and wiped his sweat again: "Now the folklore is that you had a quarrel with Minister Aiwass, so he left Avalon in anger and went to Star Antimony to find Miss Aleister;
And you drink to drown your sorrows every day, and you said something like, 'You can meet Aiwass if you drink too much' before..."
Isabel suddenly understood.
"but……"
Her appearance, temperament, clothes, height, and hairstyle all changed at the same time.
She smiled happily: "Then please run back later... and take this mask to the Candlestick Cathedral and deliver it to Aiwass.
"You have understanding, but not crazy enough; you have insight, but you are too sober. You are not suitable to inherit everything from me."
There is no snake tail, no white robe, no golden crown, and no red eye shadow.
"...can you notice that she is not me?"
She thought about it for a long time with a tangled look on her face, but she didn't think of how she should refute the rumors.
Seeing the true astonishment on his face, the corners of Isabel's mouth raised slightly.
From the beginning, all the stories told around her in the "future" were under her control.
Under the mask, there is another Isabel.
At that moment, Isabel felt a mysterious connection with the mask.
Her smile is still charming and full of confidence.
She suddenly raised her head and found that she was still sitting at the desk. She had not become the Snake Queen, and she had never left Avalon.
"...Did you cast any illusions?"
Isabel said briskly: "Let's do this for now - everything will be clear when I officially succeed to the throne. Didn't I remember you said that only the knights thought we had conflicts, and the people were spreading rumors about us? Then
You can ask the newspaper to increase their intensity. As for quarrels... let them quarrel. They will always find someone to quarrel with, and it is better to quarrel because of such funny reasons than to quarrel because of problems that are not easy to solve.
"
There were countless thin threads in her hands, and these countless thin threads were connected to the low-hanging masks.
In the illusion, Isabel subconsciously had doubts: "Then who am I?"
Her nails were wandering around Isabel's face, and the sharp nails scratched the skin, from Isabel's forehead to the base of her left ear. It was as if she wanted to follow the outline of the mask and peel off her face directly.
Same as coming down.
Just like the answer Isabel gave, a human figure appeared in the darkness.
She couldn't help but admire.
——That is the charming snake queen in the original story!
