James sat up, looked at his intact right hand, froze for a moment, twisted his body again, and finally made sure that there was nothing unusual about the body.

"I knew ......"

James sighed, sat on the beach and looked up at the calm sea not far away, and stretched out presumptuously.

"I'm dead. ”

He picked up a shell on the beach and threw it at the blue sea.

"I'm dead!"

He roared, his face filled with sadness and joy, followed by a long loneliness.

There were no humans beside him, the sea as far as the eye could see, and behind him were large lavender fields. James had seen villagers grow this kind of thing in the farm, purple and fragrant. The villagers grind the lavender into a powder, pour water and a variety of ingredients into a light laundry product that is sold to other villages in the Sakya Forest, where it is famous.

When James thought of this, he suddenly had the urge to pick these lavenders and see if they could be made into laundry water.

He got up from the sand. It was the first time he had seen the sea in his life, and other than that, he had only heard of it in his wet nurse's bedtime stories. He used to feel unbelievable at the infinity of the sea, but at this moment, when James really looked at the distant blue line, he felt that this fact was not so unacceptable.

He stood there for a long time, and then reluctantly turned his gaze elsewhere. James walked slowly backwards, walked into the lavender field, gently plucked the freshest lavender, and sniffed it in front of his nose.

So, is this the world after death? It doesn't look so pretty.

He remembered the legends he had heard in the village that a man would go to hell when he died, to meet the ugly and cruel god of death, Thor, and that only by believing in the Three Saints could he be saved. However, not only James in that village, but even the most superstitious old villagers did not have a good opinion of the Three Sages. Because the Valanari natives who traveled to and from the village told the villagers that not only should the Three Sages not be believed, but even respect was not allowed, because the Valanari people just wanted to respect the Three Sages and want to live in peace with the Three Sages, so they ended up with the fate of ruined families and wandering around.

As for Thor, the god of death, who people keep talking about, the evil god who is both ugly and cruel, James has not even touched the shadow. He even wondered why a vicious god like Thor would like to live in a place as tranquil and beautiful as this one. So he was relieved and didn't think too much about the past. It's not that he doesn't want to remember, it's that there are more important things in front of him that disturb his train of thought.

In the middle of a large lavender field, there is a tall and thick old locust tree. The broad foliage of the old locust tree blocks out the slightly hot sun, offering a hint of shade to this peaceful place.

James subconsciously walked towards the tree, and at the same time plucked the butterflies with his hands to pick the grass, and felt that this place was very beautiful. It turns out that the world after death is so beautiful, except for being alone, how many earthly sins have been cleaned here.

The thought that he was forever away from all those gossip and vicious speculations made him want to fly with joy. But then he thought about it, his death would cause pain to many people, especially to his master Janod, who had always loved him, as well as Damac and the villagers, which was simply irreparable. At this point, James blames himself for not being so reckless in using magic, and instead drags himself into the abyss.

The air is so fragrant, and the world is swaying in the breeze, as if the wind gives life to everything.

I wonder how Constance, who was waiting next to him, would feel when he learned that I would never wake up?

Under the tall old locust tree, a girl in a brown robe and with long brown-red hair was reading a thick book in both hands.

"Angel ?......"

James was a little surprised, he thought that the world after death was his own.

Is this world a continent where people after death are reunited?

He guessed in his heart, but his footsteps did not stop. As he got closer, the look of shock in his eyes grew stronger. The face of the girl not far away was faintly recognizable, and there was an indescribable sense of familiarity in James's heart.

"She's ......"

He almost called out the name, but after thinking about it, James felt that it was inappropriate, so he kept silent and just moved forward.

The girl is still reading.

She flipped it very carefully, as if she cherished the book. But when she flipped the book, it was strange - the girl did not have to turn it one by one, but touched the gap between the two papers with her index finger, and a gap suddenly opened between the two sheets, as if a force suddenly arose in the middle.

"Sure enough, it's Glicenta......" James had already walked up to the girl, still a little incredulous. "The way this flips through the book, sure enough...... It is a ...... that creates static electricity."

That's right, the girl squatting under the old locust tree at this moment is none other than Grisenda, who had been met by James many times in Lannega before. But the difference is that at this moment, Grisenda is not wearing the tight blue steel armor, the beautiful blue sword, and she is only leaning against the tree, as if she has not touched it for a long time.

James crouched down and looked at Grisenda who was intently reading, and the doubts in his heart almost drowned him out.

"What? Glicenta...... Did you get here before I did?"

"What......" Grisenda said indignantly.

"Huh, can you hear me?" James was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, but the doubts that had calmed down rose again. "Grisenda, how did you die?"

With tears in her eyes, Grisenda looked at the book in her hand and turned a few pages with her fingers to create static electricity, looking incredulous.

"What, what!" said Glicenta, slamming the book shut, with tears in her eyes, and sat on the grass with her hands and knees folded, almost crying.

"Gleeson......" James subconsciously stretched out his hand to comfort her, but as soon as his fingers touched Gricenta's body, they immediately penetrated her skin as if they had penetrated air.

His pupils shrank sharply, and he took a few steps back, staring incredulously at everything in front of him.

"What! Why! Why is Nivazhian martyred...... It's so touching......"

James' teeth chattered, and his body trembled slightly. He now understood that what Grisenda had just said was not to himself, but to the thick book. And he ......

Once again, he tentatively stepped forward and lightly touched Grisenda's clothes with his hand. This time his fingers pierced her skin without accident, as easily as a shadow.

No, it's not an entity, it's just a shadow......

Sweating profusely, James looked at the sky and the sea beyond, realizing that this world was very different from the world of the exiled kingdom.

Grisenda lowered her head and cried for a moment, then put the book on the floor and wiped her tears from her eyes.

Nivazhan ...... James racked his brains to dig into the depths of his memory for the word, and only then did he vaguely recall what an older Valranari native had said to him. Nivazhian, one of the founders of the kingdom of Ilmari and the head of the Three Saints, fell in love with the exiled colonist leader of the Andalian continent, the "Righteous One", and after the death of her husband, she fell asleep at the bottom of Lake Nizhwa and disappeared from it.

"Martyrdom?" said Jade, bowing his head slightly, struggling to read a few words on the cover of the thick book—the Moon Sutra.

"I see, is it the doctrine of the Three Holy Religions?" so that the answer to why the book records the sinking of Nivazhian to the bottom of the lake will be clear......" James glanced at Grisenda with strange eyes, "Why would this woman read such a book?"

He wanted to look down and touch the book, but the Moon Sutra, like Grisenda's body, could not be touched by James. James' eyebrows moved slightly, and he reached out to touch the sword again, and sure enough, the sword was undoubtedly pierced.

James swallowed the doubts in his heart and thought about it. Glicenta and the book and the sword cannot be touched by themselves like the flowers and trees here, which means that these things are "outsiders" who do not belong to this world. And since James can walk here, and can pick the lavender here, pick up shells and throw them into the sea, it proves his current state even more.

"Is it possible to observe everything that happens in other worlds after death?" James stroked his chin and looked at Gricenta quietly, his brain still running. "If that's the case, then she won't be the only one in this world. I walk around and maybe see other people's images. ”

He thumped his palm with his hand, twisted slightly, and for a moment struggled, still waved his hand at Glicenta, who couldn't sense him at all.

"Grisenda, you have to live well......"

James turned and ran towards the other side of the lavender field. He didn't care about the large expanse of lavender that he had trampled on, because he didn't have any feelings for the land. James just wanted to figure out what the hell was going on, nothing more.

He looked around as he ran, and then kept looking back at Grisenda who was getting farther and farther away from him, the old locust tree still guarding her like a loyal giant.

James ran faster and faster, and his breath couldn't keep up. I don't know how long it took, but James finally collapsed from exhaustion. He gasped, lay on his back, looked at the sky, and closed his eyes.

"Forget it, leave these things alone...... I'm still ......."

He advised himself not to focus on these things, he advised himself that it was better to enjoy them. Rare purity, rare no one to disturb him, James once looked forward to such a life, but at this moment he had to persuade himself to close his eyes to be quiet.

"Why did I see Glicenta......"

James exhaled a long breath and felt the cloudless sky without opening his eyes.

He thought back to the moment he was dying, at that time when he was quickly recalling his life, at the moment closest to his own plunge into darkness, the person Grisenda seemed to flash through James's mind.

"Oh...... I remember that it was because I thought of making a fool of myself in front of Constance that I thought of breaking into Grisenda's room, and Grisenda was rightfully in my mind. ”

It turns out that whoever a person thinks of last before he dies will live forever in Elysium with the other person's virtual image after death......

James let out a long sigh.

"Holy!"

He jumped up from the ground violently, clenched his arms into fists with both hands, and shouted to the sky with a hideous face:

"Why do I want to live with this violent woman who discharges electricity every day!?"

His teeth chattered and rubbed, making a terrifying sound.

"God, I don't want to go on like this! I want to change people! I want to change people! I don't want to have to look at that face every time I'm lonely! Hmm...... It's pretty good-looking, though...... No, I don't want to do this! I want to change people!"

James stomped his foot to the ground, cursed and yelled for a while, and finally exhausted himself and collapsed to the ground again.

A beam of light hit his face.

"Huh?"

James blocked the slightly blinding light with his hands, squinted to see what was happening, and sat up.

A white phantom slowly unfolded in the harsh sunlight. James' eyes widened, and a muffled exclamation came out of his throat.

"God?......

Ethereal, gentle, like a slim girl whispering in his ear, James heard an extremely pleasant and beautiful voice:

"Don't believe it...... Thor ......"

With the daylight and the white shadows, the whole world died under the inspiration of this voice.