She thought that after such a long period of training, she had finally adapted to the curse on her body, and could even imagine a sweet dream in the warm darkness. In the dream, she would see her majestic father, gentle mother, and face.
The teacher who always has a smile on his face, and the school building covered with sunshine and violets
Garden. Although such a dream has not yet become a reality, she believes that it will come one day, because no one wants to see the scene of violets blooming more than her. Starting from the seeds she planted long ago,
She responds to everyone's expectations all the time, including her own.
But when darkness really fell, she realized that she was still a little girl who had not grown up. Faced with anything beyond her expectations, she would involuntarily feel panic and at a loss. She did not want to think about being alone in the deserted palace over and over again.
I spent my childhood wandering around, under the implicitly sympathetic eyes of those around me, and in the fearful and alienated looks of my peers, but memories always surged up like a tide, just as darkness would invade like a tide.
I've long been used to all this.
She told herself that any time she wanted to cry, she would use this sentence to deny the necessity of tears. Habit is a strong and great force. In the castle where she thought she would be imprisoned for her whole life, Austria
With this expectation, Vera lived her life plainly and numbly.
She looked up and saw darkness drowning everything.
The forest disappeared, and Olvera remembered that there was a small open space surrounded by white tung trees, where she once secretly practiced swordsmanship. The withered yellow tung leaves formed a thick blanket under her feet, and sometimes they would fly with the wind.
Rising up, like one after another fluttering withered butterflies; the streets disappeared, and Olvera remembered that she had once walked on those wooden plank roads, going back and forth between the Fairy Sleep Inn, the Tianxin Church or the primrose fields of Ietta.
Running, sometimes for the sake of giving
The novel is drawn from time to time to water the violets she planted, hoping that one day they would bloom. At that time, she was so busy that she had no free time, but she felt very fulfilled; she even fought alongside her just now.
The alchemy plants and card soldiers also disappeared, the naive pea shooter, the silent and determined nut wall, and the commander who always shouted "victory" and "charge", their figures are no longer there
Can't see it anymore.
Olivia suddenly felt panicked, because there were many people or things with the same name who had entered her life in the same way, and finally abandoned her in the same way, as if the reason for their appearance in front of the girl was just to...
It makes a ridiculous curse seem to have a beginning and an end, but forgets that the girl does not live in the world for this curse at all.
The corners of her eyes started to sting.
I'm not used to all this yet.
Olvera told herself that just as the girl said just now, any time she wanted to cry, she would use this sentence to deny the necessity of tears. Now, she had to sadly admit that she had no feelings for the darkness.
The fear does not come from the deprivation of sight, but because the princess has always lost something in the dark since she gained consciousness, and nothing can be recovered.
Will it be the same this time?
Oveira almost gave up resistance, her hands dropped weakly, letting her body fall into the boundless depths of darkness. But suddenly her right hand seemed to touch something, a familiar and cold metal touch.
The girl was slightly startled, and it took her a moment to realize that it was her own sword.
It was the sword that she promised to a certain young man that she would protect herself and everyone in the future and never give up no matter what difficulties she encountered.
Olivia closed her eyes.
Although it is the same deep darkness whether she closes her eyes or not. But the darkness she sees after closing her eyes is different. For her, it is a more familiar feeling, and it is very warm, just like that young
The man was sitting next to her, reading a book quietly. The sound of the paper turning gently would make her feel like it was raining lightly outside the window, and she could have a good, stable and comfortable sleep.
I can get used to this.
Olvera told herself again that any time she wanted to cry, she would use these words to deny the necessity of tears.
Then she tried to stand up. Although she staggered at first, the girl quickly stood firm and gasped for breath. A sickly blush appeared on her pale face in the darkness. After that, a wave of weakness invaded her.
The girl's body and limbs were broken, but she was leaning against a solid object. She didn't know whether it was a tree trunk or a solid object.
It was something else that supported her body and refused to fall. She adjusted her breathing slowly and evenly, always closing her eyes, and kept talking to herself in the darkness she was more familiar with. There was nothing to be afraid of.
Yes, I will get used to it, I will not lose it again, because I have more things than before...
Until a ray of light shone on her closed eyelids, causing a burning sensation.
When Olvera opened her eyes, she saw Ringer standing in front of her, holding a familiar oil lamp in his hand. Olvera thought that she didn't need it anymore, so she put it in the room.
But what is surprising is that this lamp persists in the realm of the Dark Witch.
However, the flame burned tenaciously, releasing the same brilliance for thousands of years. It is so warm. This may be because the small flame is not supported by firewood, but condensed with a great love.
——The love of relatives, the love of teachers, and the love of partners.
The young man's face looked a little stunned under the firelight. There was a lot of sweat on his forehead and neck, and it even penetrated down and wet his collar and sleeves. He should have ran to Owei non-stop after darkness fell.
La's room, found the oil lamp she had used before, and then rushed here without stopping, because the young man knew very well that without this lamp, without himself, Olvera would not be able to do it alone.
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The young man saw Olvera standing close to the tree trunk, panting for air, her face filled with an abnormal and sickly red color. He seemed to be frightened: "Overa, you-"
"I'm fine."
Her Royal Highness Princess Leslie gave him a weak smile. She looked as haggard as a violet after frost, but she still panted and said tremblingly: "I'm really fine."
Her voice was scratchy, as if she had a cold.
Her Royal Highness held the tree trunk and staggered towards the young man, looking like she would fall down at any time. Linge subconsciously reached out to pick him up, but before that, Oveira had already hugged him tightly, her head
Buried in the young man's arms, her nose was twitching and she was choking. She looked so thin that she was inhuman shape. Ling Ge held her, but he couldn't feel the slightest weight.
"I... Phew, I'm not afraid."
She took a deep breath, pressed her fragile heart, and repeated word for word in a voice that only both parties could hear: "I'm really, really not afraid, Ringer."
"Yeah, I know."
The young man patted her bony back gently, as if comforting a sobbing baby: "You did a great job, Olvera, I knew you could do it. Come, come back with me, and we will go back to Goblin together."
Deep Sleep Hotel.”
"..." Her Royal Highness the Princess was silent, her head suddenly arched into his arms, and she muttered: "I, I can't see."
"I can see it."
Ringer said that he did not see it with his naked eyes, but had already memorized every road and terrain on Yunjing Sky Island in his heart. This is why he ran all the way without any accidents.
- Even the terrain that had been bombarded by the Witch Association's army did not hinder his progress. When you desperately want to do something, even the world will make way for you.
He handed the oil lamp to Her Royal Highness the Princess: "Take it, Olvera, this is something left by your father, and it is more suitable to put it in your hand."
Her Royal Highness the Princess did not speak, but took it silently. The next moment she softly let out an "ah" sound, because the young man suddenly stretched out his arms around her back and legs, and picked her up in a shameful way.
"Linge, you, you -"
"I'll take you back." The young man said seriously: "Go back to the Fairy Sleep Inn and stay with Metien and the others. Then you won't be so scared."
I was not afraid in the first place - Oveira originally wanted to say this, but her reason allowed her to retract her words in time. Her Royal Highness the Princess lay in Linge's arms and nodded without saying a word. The lamp her father left behind
She held the lamp in front of her chest, like she was holding a small sun. Through the warm light, you could see the shy blush remaining on her face.
In fact, as long as I stay with you, I won't be so scared.
She suddenly wanted to say this again, but she also took it back. This time it was not her reason that stopped her, but something deeper and hotter that she could not express.
Ringer did not notice the psychological activities and emotional changes of the girl in his arms. He held her in his arms and walked in the direction in which he came. When darkness fell, the young man's mind immediately thought of Her Royal Highness the Princess of Beman.
Olvera is the person he is most worried about, because the girl has always been afraid of the dark, or she is afraid of the feeling of being alone in the dark. As for the others, Iyeta has already obtained Xie Si
With the care of Ta and Shelia, Gloria has Bai Ye to accompany her, and St. Shalia and the Countess don't need to worry. The only thing that may have an accident is the Goblin Sleep Inn. Although Sister Livia is an older person, she has a good personality.
She is mature and steady, but she was defeated miserably at the hands of the Dark Witch, and it is difficult to say that she did not leave any psychological shadow; Semi and Leticia are not very reliable, and perhaps they need Metien to appease them.
Linge trusted Metien, his sister, the most. He knew that no matter what kind of dilemma that gentle child was in, his first reaction would be to help others instead of feeling afraid. That’s why he said to Olvera
, returned to the Fairy Sleep Inn, stayed with Metien and the others, everyone kept each other warm, just like small flames that come together to form a huge bonfire, which can illuminate no matter what kind of darkness.
In comparison, there was another person who needed him to worry more.
Alice.
Although he told Ietta to trust Alice, in his heart, Ringer always felt a vague uneasiness, ready to stir in the depths of darkness. Miraculously, this uneasiness did not come from the two sides.
Judgment of the gap in strength - after the previous brief confrontation, he was already certain that the creation mecha created by Alice, the Armed Goddess, undoubtedly had the power to fight against the Dark Witch, because of the wounds on the opponent's body at that time and the injuries after
The surprise shown was not a disguise.
But if this is the case, where will it come from?
Driven by such thoughts, before embarking on the return journey, the young man couldn't help but look back. But the darkness was so deep, even if the lamp in Olvera's arms could emit light, it only illuminated the surroundings.
It's just a small area. Farther away, in the vast universe, on the battlefield where mechas and witches dance together, he can't see anything.
I hope it can be as Alice said.
Love, justice and courage will never fail.
He shook his head silently, then turned around, and his back quickly disappeared into the darkness.
…
As Ringer guessed, Alice is in a very passive situation now. Her original intention was to win by attacking, but now she has to control the mecha and avoid waves of attacks from the dark. This makes her feel...
What was extremely annoying was that she didn't even know what the enemies who were attacking her looked like. Could they be sharp spikes?
Wanting to pierce countless holes in the steel mecha; could it be flexible tentacles? Attacking from every direction, not even the blade of the Armed Goddess can cut them off; sometimes she even felt that
They were huge planets that had been extinguished, and they were thrown at me with brute force. It was impossible to resist an attack like this head-on, the only way was to avoid it.
The Armed Goddess is a super-type mecha - from Alice's superficial understanding, the so-called super type means that it is completely linked to the driver, both mentally and physically. Therefore, the detection performance of the Armed Goddess is actually completely
It depends on her own senses and intuition. Fortunately, the two sides are in a complementary relationship. Alice uses her own spirit to control the mecha, and the Armed Goddess also controls it through her mind.
In the same way, the driver's perception ability is reversely increased. Therefore, she can accurately predict the direction of the Dark Witch's avoidance in the continuous offensive, and suppress it through sword dance; as for this moment, facing the enemies that are constantly attacking in the darkness.
, and can also dodge with various incredibly sensitive movements. Under her control, the Armed Goddess does not look like a heavy mecha, but is simply more flexible than a real person.
But the enemy's offensive is also becoming more fierce, as if she can also learn to formulate corresponding countermeasures by observing Alice's movements, and her learning speed may be faster than Alice's adaptation speed. After all, this is the witch's.
As time goes by, Alice's dodges gradually become thrilling, and she dodges by almost a hair's breadth every time. This kind of game makes her feel a long-lost thrill and excitement, even to the point of kidney failure.
My hormones have become much more active.
It is said that in some confrontational games, the top players enjoy the feeling of playing against opponents of the same level, and they get fun from it. But Alice is not like that. Genius players prefer to crush their opponents, and a one-sided victory can stimulate her even more.
From another perspective, the inevitable victory is far more reassuring than the dust settling at the last moment.
So she quickly made up her mind.
"If you think that this level of power can defeat an ace pilot like me, you are totally wrong!"
After evading another secret attack in a blink of an eye, Alice loudly declared to the darkness in front of her. She knew that the person would definitely hear her words. That guy actually dared to say that the love, justice and courage of the super robot were childish.
, this is an unforgivable behavior: "Let you see the power of the super system, Carabosse!"
"Armed Goddess——"
The voice of the genius player and the voice of the machine sounded in the darkness at the same time: "Start executing...full fire coverage program!"