Those were the days when he was still on Blue Star. Two hundred years have passed, and that memory has gradually become blurry. Maybe he will completely forget it one day in the future, but definitely not now.
The people and things in his memory have turned into a shapeless shadow, and the friends who were once good friends have become hazy. He can't even remember their names. As he walked on campus, everything in front of him was so blurry.
It's like having 800 degrees of myopia without wearing glasses, or walking in a fog that makes you unable to see your fingers.
Familiar and unfamiliar scenes flashed before his eyes. At this moment, time had lost its meaning. Mikael was just walking on campus, looking at the hazy scenes around him with all kinds of boredom.
Unknowingly, he came to the front of the library. It was a five-story building with a wide spiral staircase in front of the door. There were dents visible to the naked eye on the stone steps, which were traces left by people coming and going.
Mikael stepped onto the stairs. In the past few years, he had set foot here countless times, just like everyone else.
Abruptly, he stopped.
He looked at the sky above his head in astonishment. The blue sky was now fragmented after being washed by water. Through the criss-crossing black cracks, Mikael could even see the scene behind the cracks.
It was not a vast starry sky, nor was it a void where nothing existed. If he had to use any words to describe it, the only word he could think of was probably "world".
Countless crystal fragments fell from the broken sky, like a beautiful rain. Those cracks spread rapidly on the sky. In just a few breaths, the world behind the cracks showed its appearance.
Two streams of light flew from a distance like retrograde meteors, and then shot into the world that was about to appear. Then everything disappeared, light, sound, touch, time, space... everything disappeared.
But Mikael's consciousness is particularly clear. He can feel that those things have not really disappeared, but he can't feel it. That is not something he can accept. If he insists on accepting it, it will only be erased.
Lose your own existence.
I don't know how long it took, but he regained his five senses. The connection between the stars and him became deeper and deeper, and brand-new information flowed into his memory.
While deepening the connection, unknown changes occurred in his soul, and a piece of information quietly emerged in his mind.
"I see……"
Mikael seemed to realize something, but he didn't seem to understand it at all. The content contained in that message took a long time to understand. Fortunately, he was an immortal Death Apostle. If he were an ordinary human being, I'm afraid the contents
My life has been exhausted before I even finish reading it.
"Then, it's time to get up."
He took a slight breath, controlled his consciousness to return to his body, and then opened his eyes.
………
………
The soft morning light shone on his face through the window. The sun had not yet completely risen from the east, and the moon and stars still hung stubbornly on the fading sky, showing their presence.
He was just about to get up from the bed when he unexpectedly found that his hands and feet were tied up. The dark metal surface had a magical glow. This was a binding magic gift. Although it was only as thick as a pencil, it was even large and thick.
Even the elephant cannot escape.
The clothes on her body have also been changed to a looser style, but they look like women's bathrobes. The scars on the surface of her body have disappeared and returned to their previous appearance.
The walls of the room were decorated with high-end wallpaper, and the velvet blanket covering him was an out-and-out high-end product. It seemed that the person who tied him up had some conscience and did not throw him into a rancid dungeon.
Nailed on a bloody torture instrument.
Opposite Mikael, a blue robin looked at him curiously.
"Morning."
Mikael waved his hand with a smile, then took a deep breath, exerted force, and shattered the magic ceremonial that was bound to him. He did not use any magic, just relying on the power of his physical body.
Although his soul had only undergone a slight transformation, the results had already appeared on his body, causing Mikael to undergo earth-shaking changes.
Seeing that the magic dress was destroyed, the blue robin flapped its wings and flew away from the room in panic.
"It seems that I was picked up by Aozaki-san after all."
Withdrawing his gaze, he shrugged helplessly. In this room, Mikael felt a powerful [mystery] that was far beyond the reach of modern magicians. Judging from the type of mystery, although it was blended with the current
Magic skills, but the core inside is still the protection that only [Witches] can have.
In short, this mansion is a large magic studio. For magicians, it is taboo to break into other magicians' magic studios at will, because there may be something weird hidden in the magic studio.
Especially since this magic workshop belongs to a witch.
Two completely different footsteps sounded from far to near in the corridor outside, interrupting his thoughts. The door to the room was pushed open, and the girls stared at him warily. Their undisguised hostility made the people in the room
The air became heavy and cold.
"Good morning, Aosaki-san."
Mikael waved his hand lazily, not feeling nervous at all about being in the enemy's base camp. "And Kuonji-san, I'm sorry for bothering you last night."
The pure black girl said nothing. Her short hair hanging down to her shoulders was not mixed with a trace of impurities. The same was true for her eyes, which were like the deep night, but without the bright starlight.
She just looked at Mikael without any emotion, with a sense of oppression.
"You guy..."
Aozaki Aoko, who was obviously grumpy, curled her lips, and the corners of her eyes were raised because of her bad mood. Part of it was because she didn't sleep well last night, but the other part...wasn't it just in front of her eyes.
"I know you have many questions to ask me, but this is a long answer. Let me organize the language first."
Mikael moved his wrists, and then stretched greatly, but the lack of body and magic power still made him feel a little weak.
"Then let's make a long story short."
Aozaki Aoko interrupted Mikael's words neatly.
"Hmm...let me think about it."
He knocked on his head, pondered for a moment, and sorted out his sentences, "To put it simply, I was hacked, and now we have become grasshoppers on a rope."
"This joke is not very funny."
"That's roughly what it means. As for whether it's a joke or not, I think Aozaki-san should understand what I mean."