The summons of the court, this is the first time Dior has seen such a thing. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But there is no need for Dior to appear in court at all, and after the prosecutors and the defense lawyers who don't know who she is, she can take it easy. A default judgment is a hearing in which she is not available. Rather than going to that hellish place and meeting the guy he didn't want to see at all, Dior was going to take a little more time to think about what he wanted to do. After thinking about it for a few minutes, Dior realized that he had wasted a few minutes in vain.

She didn't have to worry about the "D-10" thing, she didn't have any clue how to get to Wonderland, and Dior, who didn't plan to go to the trial, had nothing to do. So she went to the library on the third floor of her house, and she suddenly remembered that there were books like "La Traviata" and so on, and Dior wanted to pick them up and read them again.

Soon, she went down from the bookshelf with the books "The Count of Monte Cristo" and "La Traviata", made a cup of black tea, sat on the table in the library, and opened the books casually. As her slender fingers ran over the pages, a thick letter appeared in front of her, and the letter added to the letter from La Traviata looked a little old, and it was also thought that it had been bought by Father Ian two or three years ago, and had never been inhabited. Dior picked up the heavy leather envelope and looked at the long-dusted letter, only to see the beautiful handwriting of "Dio Connor" written on the recipient.

It was a letter to the girl, but the girl did not remember any contact with the family. In her more than twenty years of life, there were only a handful of people with whom she corresponded by letter - no, not at all. Not paying much attention to who the letter came from, Dio took out the letter opener from the cabinet in the drawer and opened the envelope.

The beautiful handwriting on the neat letterhead must have come from a girl, who drank black tea and read the letter intently.

"Dear Dio Connor, I don't know who you are. Trust me... But I can't say you believe me, but I don't care. Even though I don't know you, I haven't seen you, I don't know if you're a man or a woman, but I love you. 」

The smooth and beautiful question may have been written by a young girl with a lot of education. If it were a child, the handwriting plane was so beautiful, and for some reason, the image of a cute curly-haired little girl bouncing around her suddenly appeared in Dior's mind, always smiling.

"All I have is this stuff to write. Soon I will be leaving from here, and I will hear your name from my father. Maybe I won't ever have the chance to write about this again, so this may be the last time I'll write a letter. For the sake of 'you' whom I love, even though we have never met, allow me to introduce a girl who is too ordinary to be ordinary. 」

"I love the stars, the morning and evening stars, the summer triangle, the North Star, and the fascinating constellations. I've always fantasized about the gestures of the stars, and my father once told me that real galaxies are ten thousand times more beautiful than what the human eye can see. I want to see the Milky Way in Australia, I want to see the stars on the top of the mountains. I've lived in this house all my life, and I've never moved anywhere else from here. 」

"If I had lost my connection to my loved ones, I might not have been remembered at all. Like the stars in the sky, the bleak and ugly part will not be remembered. I couldn't help but start thinking: all I knew was that it was dark and dawn, I woke up and fell asleep, and before I knew it, I had grown into what I am now. Many people praise me for being a beauty, but... So what's the point? No one will remember me, and finally, when I was about to leave the home where I had lived for more than ten years, I decided to write this letter. 」

"Please don't remember my name, and don't try to understand me. You just need to know that a lively girl wrote this letter for you and that in the future, until the end of her life, she will love you. Even though we don't know each other's looks, what we like and dislike each other, and we don't know... Will the other party accept themselves, but, at least... I hope someone will remember me like remembering the brightest star in the night sky. 」

Flip to the back of the letter, it's already a 'story'. Dio was stunned for a long time before deciding to continue. Why did she read it? Maybe she was expecting something like reading other novels and literature. Or maybe... It's just because of that strange impression in my mind.

Year 1860. During the period when Britain joined the Warsaw Pact, Britain could be said to have had a huge impact on the world during that time. A large number of inventions from the Ministry of Science and Technology of Gear Street have emerged, changing the decline after the Age of Navigation, and the country has a faint tendency to climb to the top of the world again. But what followed was the conflict between traditional British culture and technological development, and the powerful parliament arbitrarily discarded a large number of traditions, and the conflict between the people and the British government increased day by day. She was born in Nottingham at that time, and she had a very happy childhood, and she lived a life in a middle-class family that made people forget all their troubles.

No family conflicts, no worries of life. Soon after, the family moved to Baker Street in London. She was supposed to be ten years old that year, and the streets of London were full of riots, even a curfew was imposed, and she could not go out during that time, so she could only stay alone in the attic room of her home and watch the stars. Eventually, that terrible period passed, but her parents didn't survive. When she was 14 years old, her parents hanged themselves at home after she returned home from school.

She didn't know exactly why, but she finally realized that the reason why she didn't have any troubles was that her parents never confided in her about any of their troubles, and she didn't know anything. In the end, all that was left for her was this dilapidated house, with no money, no job, and no future. She looked at herself in the mirror and finally remembered that she still had the only merit, this face.

「... I can't remember how many years have passed since then. I even forgot my age, maybe because of my lifestyle style, maybe because of my parents' genetics, I was terminally ill. Maybe I didn't have much to live, and that year I spent the winter in a nursing home with the money I earned from my body. I met a lady from a noble family. The maid said that we looked alike, and that the eldest lady had the same disease as me, and that she was much more serious than mine, and that the doctor said that she had only five years to live at most. 」

「... I promised the eldest lady to go to college instead of her, and told her what happened inside. I agreed, I would sell the house that had been with me for almost 20 years, I knew everything here, I knew every nook and cranny of this place, I knew every crevice of the walls and floors, as well as my own body. But it was only in the dead of night, when I gazed at the night sky, that I realized that I didn't even know where I was. 」

"I may die with the eldest lady, I have never had a real life. Maybe... I've been in prison all my life, I've spent my whole life in a prison called home, and I don't believe that there is another world beyond it. But as I stepped out of the cage, I felt the cold. Different from the warmth and so-called happiness in the cage, the cold wind constantly patted my face, and the rain hit me mercilessly, cold and merciless. I don't have anything anymore, but I'm also free. At this moment, I knew who I was. 」

"Is the world fair? I think so, I've been happy for more than ten years because of ignorance, and I've been tormented by ignorance. Because of hope, he was bruised, and because he had hope, he was reborn. Every inch of me will decay and die, and my life will end with all the pain I have suffered, except... The last of these moments. Tiny, fragile, more fragile than anything, but more than anything worth having. 」

"Dio Connor, whoever you are, trust me, I can't convince you, but I want you to believe me. As you found in this book, I think somewhere, you can find me. Even though I don't know you, I haven't seen you, I don't know if you're a man or a woman, but I love you. 」

If we can meet each other - 'Aisha Blois'.

Dio closed his eyes, for a long, long time. There was no expression on her face that was not shocked, and it was the 'mask' she would always wear when she was not happy. A minute, five minutes, ten minutes passed, and she finally moved her fingers, took a match from her pocket, and lit it.

Burn the impression of that lively and lovely girl to ashes.

"Dior, haven't you been summoned by the court?"

Sherlock walked up without knocking, and when she saw the fire on Dior's desk in the study, she visibly froze. Perhaps she was thinking that Dio was destroying some evidence, and Dio then lit a little spice from the fire, threw it into his pipe, and took a deep breath.

"The form of life is really incomprehensible. Dio muttered to himself.

"If you can understand this, maybe you can go to heaven," Sherlock shrugged, "aren't you afraid of causing a fire?"

"Are you kidding? do you think..."

A malicious smile suddenly appeared on Dior's face, the same smile as usual when he found a new toy.

“... Who am I?"