The moment Annan heard this statement, a cold current surged from the bottom up in the back of his head, and a low hum suddenly sounded in the depths of his mind——
At that moment, Annan had many hallucinations.
It was as if he heard someone whispering words he didn't understand behind him, and there was a rustling sound in his ears;
It was like seeing a stranger looking at me silently in a space filled with flying dust, and I felt a sudden chill in my heart;
It was like there were many people around him smoking constantly, filling the air with almost substantial smoke that could even make it impossible to open his eyes. Annan felt that his throat was too dry and he couldn't breathe, and he kept choking and coughing:
"Cough, cough——"
……What's this?
In Annan's eyes, the figures of Zhi Ji and Alexander suddenly began to become blurry.
As Annan choked, a lot of smoke, a lot of dust, and a lot of haze continued to appear around him. Their amount was enough to cover all the air around Annan, and everything around him turned gray.
At this time, Annan had already realized that he must have triggered a certain condition and then fell into an illusion——
The moment the surrounding smoke and dust cleared, Annan tried his best to peek into the fog.
Some fragments of memory flashed before his eyes:
A white-haired woman who looked somewhat similar to Zhi Ji, but was taller, with a taller figure, a majestic face, and a cold and stern temperament, appeared in front of Annan:
"——Annan Anna."
She spoke dragon language in a low and complex voice: "Is this the name you gave yourself?
"I have agreed. I will go to your father and speak for you."
Immediately afterwards, comes the second memory:
"——Your luck is not bad."
The blond girl, who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, was playing with the dice, her eyes smiling like crescent moons: "At least this year will be okay..."
"...next year? Well...you don't have next year to talk about."
"——I am already on the eighth day, and you will be on the seventh day."
The sixteen-year-old boy wearing a white robe, with white hair and fair skin, had colorful rainbow lights shining in his eyes, a gentle smile, and a clear voice: "Crane, don't keep us waiting for too long."
"——Frostborn."
The black-haired blacksmith, whose muscles were knotted and his upper body was naked, was repairing scars. Every scar shone like lava, and it was obvious at first glance that he was a man who was not good at words.
He looked at the drawing in his hand and frowned: "It's really weird. Frostborn would seek new things. Can your heart still be frosty?"
"That's all. It's called an internal combustion engine, right? It's not the heat of transpiration, but the fierce fire of explosion. I remember it. It's a good idea. I'll give it a try."
"—Nice story. You called it Hamlet, right?"
The old man with an aquiline nose and deep-set eyes and an arrogant expression put down the manuscript, tapped the armrest rhythmically with one hand, and looked over with a half-smile: "But you probably didn't make it up. I can tell that these stories don't belong to you.
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"Don't repeat other people's stories, child. Why don't you tell me about your life in another world... That is your story."
"--I can feel it."
The beautiful woman with long blood-colored hair hanging on the ground and wearing a thick and plain blood-colored pontifical robe showed a compassionate, demonic, and maternal gentle smile. She held a gold cup overflowing with blood in her hands and placed it in front of her belly.
At this moment, she knelt down in front of Annan, letting Annan put his head on her chest, looking down at the bloody surface in the Holy Grail in front of her belly. She lowered her eyes tenderly, touched Annan's neck with her warm neck, and murmured in sleep.
Chant in a low voice: "What you long for is the flawless light. You long for the fire of justice.
"You will use light as your blood and fire as your heart...the pillars of the heavenly chariot."
Under the woman, the long hair and robe that touched the ground turned into dark red blood stains. Behind her, a carpet of blood trailed straight from the other end to here.
"——Is this your choice, Annan?"
The immature girl with silver hair and purple eyes, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, looked over with some worry: "The path of justice? You don't have to listen to the woman holding the cup.
"The 'Heart of Justice' is the most picky of the holy bones. With all due respect, it will definitely look down on your character... Why don't you try 'Perseverance' or 'Patience'?"
The girl is sitting in the arms of a black-haired woman who looks four or five years older than her. The black-haired woman's eyes are wrapped with black cloth, but her arms are tightly around the silver-haired girl, letting her sit
On his lap, his lips were tightly closed and he didn't say a word.
But inexplicably, Annan always felt that she was saying something silently.
But just when Annan tried hard to listen, he suddenly realized - this was just a dream.
Immediately afterwards, Annan vaguely heard something.
"...Annan? Annan?"
He heard Zhi Ji's anxious shouts.
He was suddenly awakened from his dream.
At this time, Annan realized that he was lying in front of the table, and Zhiji was concerned and nervous, hugging Annan's shoulders from behind, and stretched out a hand to put it on Annan's forehead.
She felt Annan waking up for the first time and breathed a sigh of relief.
"……What’s wrong with you?"
Zhi Ji helped Annan sit up and asked Annan: "A certain ritual was triggered on you... I saw traces of Lady Silence, so I didn't dare to interrupt."
"Not interrupting is... correct..."
Annan felt that his voice was a little hoarse.
The more he spoke, the more he felt unable to speak. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
But at this time, Zhi Ji suddenly reacted.
"Wait, I understand... Annan, please don't speak in a hurry."
She comforted Annan a little, and while patting Annan's back, she looked at Alexander and asked, "Are there any glass containers? Pure glass, a water glass will do, and an ashtray will do. It's best if it's bigger."
"Ah...wait a moment."
Alexander nodded, turned and walked into the back room.
This man with a fierce face, but who gave people a sense of security, quickly took out a fish tank with some water drops remaining from the house.
I don’t know where the fish inside went.
"Do I need to wipe it clean? Is this big enough?"
He asked Zhi Ji.
Zhi Ji shook her head and looked at the fish tank with a slight hesitation: "It's a bit too big...but it's okay."
She put the fish tank on the table, asked Annan to stand up, put his hand on the fish tank, and put his wrist in the sun.
"Remember not to speak for a while. I won't let you speak, so don't say a word."
After warning Annan, Zhiji gently scratched Annan's slender white wrist with her nails, and at the same time recited in a low voice: "The thing of silence comes in this urn... The blood of forgetfulness comes in this urn."
Blood instantly poured out of Annan's wrist.
But it was not red blood, nor was it dark red.
It is a grey-black paste that is as viscous as ink. As soon as it appears, it flows quickly over the skin and drops from the fingertips, as if it is escaping from the sun.
It left no trace on Annan's skin, or even discolored his skin.
Looking at this thing, Annan immediately thought of the fillings of black sesame glutinous rice balls, and then thought of the prepared black sesame paste...
"This is the Anointing of the Silent One."
Zhi Ji explained to the curious Annan: "It is also called 'Blood of Oblivion', and it is a high-level curse material."