She looked at herself in the mirror. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info has no blemishes on smooth and delicate skin, no puberty that bothers human beings, and no change in appearance that comes with age. She was glad that she didn't have to age over time to maintain this beautiful appearance. Yes, the pursuit of beautiful things is a deep demand in her heart, even if she doesn't want to admit it, she is never willing to be like Sean, leaving behind the infinite time and power that the book of "DIO" brings her. She knew that without this thing, she wouldn't even be "DIO" anymore.

No one will have anything to do with her anymore, and as now, everyone is a passerby in the long run. But she didn't want to be bound by the so-called mission of "DIO", she frowned, but the person in the mirror didn't change her expression with her, still wearing that annoying smile.

"Are you still troubled?" my 'DIO'," said 'she' in the mirror, "there is no need for that, the body of an intellectual creature will always cause you unnecessary troubles, but the power of the spirit will transcend this body, continue to evolve, and finally reach the eternal realm." At that time, all your worries are empty words, and it is a waste of time to worry about such unnecessary things. You must enter this door—the door to the Kingdom of Heaven, which is now open only for you. Only here can you find the "purity" you want. ”

"What's the joke," she clenched her fists, "I don't care." I'm not interested in the purpose behind the book of "DIO" or the eternity you speak. All I know is that this thing gives me the strength to do what I want to do, everything else..."

"Escaping is always the behavior of the weak, my "DIO", only by facing fate, challenging fate, overcoming fate, and greeting you will be the ending you want. Trapped in the prison of fate, looking up at the starry sky outside the narrow window, he will always be a passerby of fate - you must transcend it, you can do anything, you can dominate the world. This is not an idealist rhetoric, you have that power. Conquer everything, dominate everything, surpass everything, this is your destiny! There is no second way. When you pick up the book "DIO", you are firmly associated with the name. Even if you give this book to whomever you want, you'll still be "DIO". ”

She couldn't help but be stunned, the name "DIO" has accompanied her all her life, but she has never really regarded "DIO" as her own name. She just wanted to cut off all the ties between her past and herself, and then forget all about it. This is just the act of a coward, and she realizes that she is the only one who knows "DIO" in the world.

"You abandon your existence, and as a matter of course, nothing remains. Recall... Everyone you know is deeply associated with the name "DIO", and they have become inseparable from the name "DIO", you are just "DIO", and now, Dior is only you. This title is no longer just a synonym, this is a title that belongs only to you, no one can surpass it! ”

"Shut up, I don't need you to teach me how to act. She took two steps back and stood still.

"Isn't that funny?" "Don't you think this world is interesting, that's why I want to protect this pedantic and incorrigible boring world in your eyes, why do you have to "change", even so, it is the world that human beings have chosen. Conquer, then dominate, there is nothing bad about it. ”

“... yes, you're right. ”

She played with the lighter, and a faint flame flashed in her pupils.

"No matter how unfortunate or painful, it is the result of the choices of human beings now. And you pursue your own eternity, standing at the top of this world. ”

"yes, you're right. She didn't give the slightest bit of a no.

Wrong.

No, it's not like that.

Yes, she should understand.

No, she... I don't understand it at all.

Syllable.

The lid of the lighter was closed by her.

"But my favorite thing is to say 'no' to you self-righteous people!"

"Isn't that right?" said Serra.

"No, you're right. ”

She took the half-pack of cigarettes out of her pocket, pulled out one, lit the lighter again, and lit the cigarette. In the smoke, she took a deep breath, her blue eyes like ice. This one, like the legendary "DIO", bathed in the moonlight, enjoyed the cold breath, and brought despair and hope to everyone in the world equally, making "she" feel deep fear.

"I'm sorry, my plan isn't over yet, it's time for you outdated "DIO" to leave, I'm going to say goodbye to you now," she smiled slightly, throwing the cigarette that had only burned a little to the ground, and crushing it with her foot like a hate, "It's a pity that the world I hope for will not have you." ”

"Oh, my DIO, you haven't realized what kind of existence you have in front of you," she in the mirror smiled softly, "This is a completely different side of you, different from the demon in the mirror, for you... This is the "Angel in the Mirror", this ring creates more than just an illusion, it is the feedback of your deep consciousness. There will be no illusions out of thin air, your consciousness, your actions, create a completely different "illusion" in the mirror. You're just talking to your own fantasies, and it's you who want you to go down this path on your own, without any other reason. ”

"And then?" she just sneered.

“......”

"I'm telling you, I'm fed up with your so-called eternal spirit body running into my head all day long and talking a lot of nonsense, and I'm fed up with your 'pyramidal/selling' activities, and your mission and pursuit have nothing to do with me. This is the eternity you want? This is the kingdom of heaven? Pure things? What are you kidding, I use this superficial trick of yours every day, don't you really think that I still have a trace of good intentions? Tell you, how wrong! All my actions are only for this humble soul and weak body, everything else has nothing to do with me, as long as I am satisfied, it is my right, this is my way, understand? If you understand, roll me as far as you want, here it is..."

She punched the mirror, and the shattered glass pierced her skin and pierced her flesh, blood splattering on the mirror. In the shattered mirror, there was still never-ending malice in the blue pupils.

“... Minecraft!"

The flying shards of glass remained in mid-air, the blood that flowed lost its original luster, and everything in the mirror turned gray, except for her figure, which still stood upright. The gray-white world descended silently, there was no sound, no temperature, and even the light was 'stopped', like a dark moon 380,000 kilometers away, this is the world that belongs to her, this is the world that is most suitable for her.

"Fate, what are you kidding, that kind of self-deception of the weak is too boring! Even if you don't say it, I will ignore this indifferent thing, conquer everything, dominate everything, and surpass everything! This is the only idea of Dior! I am the master of the world! I am the one who decides who deserves eternity! This is my world! My right! Idle people, etc., fuck me out!"

Complacent, conceited, proud, arrogant, in the end, she didn't take anyone into account at all, so she was still alone. Everyone is just a prop for her to satisfy her own selfish desires, and this is her "world". Immortal beings in infinite time, beyond which they continue to transcend, continue to evolve, and eventually reach a realm that no one else has reached.

“... It looks like my mission has been accomplished. ”

In the shattered mirror, a smile appeared in the corner of her eye. Perhaps, leading her in her own direction was her purpose, who knows? Looking around, I was sitting on an empty tram.

Yes, she was going to Shevolt with Saki to find the Manchester mafia boss. She has a lot of things to do with the mafia, more of a malicious side, but now is not the time to find out everything. It's more about wanting to know something. Something about her parents, and about the "Scarr" company.

As for why he brought Sakuya with him, Dior didn't know, maybe it was just because... She'd be happier, so she wouldn't be so angry with the mafia's possible words and actions that she pulled out her gun or something too soon. The girl stretched her waist and glanced at Sakuya Kosaki, who was in a daze in her seat, and pouted.

“... Are you bored?"

"Nope. Saki shook her head and replied briefly. Unlike the talkative Dior and the noisy Sixteen Nights, this child may not have many peers in her environment, and she rarely expresses her opinions.

Despite her appearance age of only four years old, Dior still thinks so.