Chapter 392 Residual Pain Sensation Seo Shizune's Super Victory!
in a place,
There is a girl.
She is equivalent to the incarnation of truth, capable of realizing everything and completing everything.
If she whispers the arrival of life, then life will bloom quietly; if she expects death, then the valley of death will emerge. It can be said that she is connected to the world, and the world is also connected to her.
In this world, she is almost omniscient and omnipotent, which is a power that no god in the past could possess.
There are no secrets in her eyes. The past, present, and future are like flowing rivers. The past is now, and the future is now. There are no surprises or expectations in her life, and the end can be seen at a glance.
In order to increase the fun of life, she made a rule for herself.
【Don’t look at your future.】
The girl limits her own power, and omniscience and omnipotence are just a burden to her. Such a life will only make her gradually wither.
Facts have proved that her approach is correct. Being omniscient and omnipotent can even make people think that life is boring. If she continues, the girl will definitely die.
At least she can breathe a little easier now that she is no longer omniscient, and can do some things. For example, when she wakes up every morning, she can listen to the chirping of birds outside, look up at the blue sky, and follow her father's instructions to use magic.
Do this and that.
Although she can master those magic tricks just by looking at them.
There is also the newborn sister. If you poke her soft cheek with your finger, it will feel like cotton. Although she still cannot cry and laugh like her father and mother, she at least looks the same as a [human].
But that's all, she never felt anything about these behaviors, she just made herself look like a [human].
As the ticking pointer rotates, today becomes yesterday, and tomorrow becomes today. Even if she no longer knows everything, the girl's spirit will inevitably weaken. After all, it is too difficult for a person to live like a god, and let the god
It is too unrealistic to live like a human being.
But the girl doesn't care about this, as long as she can continue to live, because she is looking forward to some kind of [fun], which is the future she saw before she put shackles on herself.
【While participating in the Holy Grail War, she will fall in love——】
After observing this result, she stopped looking at her future. This was enough. Originally, she could control the world in the palm of her hand and compile it at will, from countless world lines.
Choose the one you like best and continue living.
But she didn't do that. Just thinking about the arrival of love made the girl's heart beat wildly.
As that day approached, the girl became haggard. Maybe this was "expectation". She imagined countless ways. She was so eager for it, but she didn't have any expectations.
Finally, the time came to the fateful day in February, 1991 AD, but fate seemed to play a joke on her. Everything was business as usual, and she did not get what she wanted and expected.
Frustrated, the girl continued the meaningless Holy Grail War, perhaps because she still had a glimmer of hope in her heart.
Until she saw that person.
It was completely different from what I expected, and contained an unknown mystery that I couldn't analyze even if I was connected to the source.
Although he is not her servant, no... It should be said that he is not a dead existence like a heroic spirit, but a living life. Although everything is different from what she thought before, there is only one thing.
What's real is that she really fell in love after just one look.
He loves to laugh, and he always has a smile on his face. There is a deep darkness under his blue eyes, making it impossible to know his true thoughts.
It is like the biting cold wind in winter, but it is as gentle as the warm sun in summer.
He always seems not to care about anything, that's because nothing can trouble him.
The twin guns were a gift from the planet to him, and any mystery would only fall apart before.
Before meeting him, the girl was just a god who looked like a girl. It wasn't until she truly experienced love that she became a living girl with the power of a god.
Maybe this is the fall of God, or the birth of God. No one is qualified to assert such a thing, but there is only one thing that is certain,
——The girl named Shajo Aige has truly arrived here.
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"I actually had a dream. It must have been a long time since the last time I had a dream, right?"
Mikael woke up from his sleep, the sun shone in through the gaps in the closed curtains, dyeing the fine dust in the air a touch of gold, and the chirping of birds announced the arrival of a new day.
He stood up, opened the curtains, and let the morning sun fill the room. Through the glass window, he saw the little figure practicing hard in the greenhouse.
It was a girl who looked about six or seven years old. At this time, if she had been someone of the same age, she would have closed her eyes and fallen asleep again, and she had already started to do the morning lessons assigned by her father.
That girl should be Shajo Aige's sister. Mikael saw some similar characteristics in her, but compared to her evil sister, she was inferior in every aspect.
The morning class seemed to be about practicing some kind of magic. Just through the arrangement of rituals and some spells, Mikael could tell the type of magic she was practicing.
It is a very simple black magic. Power is obtained through [sacrifice]. The reason why it is called black magic is very simple. The stronger the negative emotions of the sacrifice, the more powerful the mystery it can induce, so let the sacrifice be used.
Feel the pain and then take away his life.
However, the girl did not take the life of the sacrificial pigeon, nor did she torture it. She just stared blankly at the chirping pigeon at her feet, seeming to be muttering something to herself.
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"Good morning."
Sajo Ayaka looked somewhere in the garden. Normally, her father would be standing there, but today was the day when her father would help her watch the practice of black magic.
"Father?"
No one responded to her, her father was not there today.
The pigeons at her feet cooed and came to her, pecking at the rice grains scattered on the ground.
"I'm not talking about you..."
She sighed softly and stroked the dove's smooth white feathers.
"Don't talk to pigeons, I've said it before, Ayaka."
A familiar voice.
Sajo Ayaka suddenly turned around and saw that familiar figure. At the entrance of the garden, a tall middle-aged man stood there with his back to the light. The dazzling sunlight outlined the edges of his body, and inside