If only it could get her back in time.

Back to the beginning.

It was like a nightmare.

The house shrouded in fire was the beginning of a nightmare, and with the crackling sound of fire in her ears, she kept running, not knowing where to go.

I want to live, I want to know the truth.

So get stronger and play your talents, even if it's ......

There was a man who had been following her since she had just left, or rather escaped from the fire.

Not everyone can adapt to Rebal, and when she uses all possible people as test subjects, and watches them die, she sets her sights on that person.

"What did you do to me?!...... Christie"

Watch the smile on her face disappear and become painful, watch her eyes fill with hatred for her, then go crazy, and finally depressed.

Those are meaningful things - Christie said to herself.

Only with Repel can she create a person who can be used by her.

But it was all interrupted - by Ed Ansendeer.

"Raebor will not help you fulfill your wishes, it will accelerate the speed at which magic erodes the human body, completing the 'transformation'. He understated, "If you want to be powerful enough, you have to trade your life for it." ”

...... with life

Even if she had the ability to breed Rebel, she couldn't manipulate those who were corrupted by Rebel, or magic.

Sure enough, the man was out of control and no longer controlled by her.

So – do those things that were done before, really make sense?

The Henryd family is a victim of politics, and now she really maintains the original intention of pursuing the so-called truth? Or rather, she has always had a mood that is just unwilling.

She didn't know what she was feeling after that.

"Christie, why are you stopping me? It's like, in the first place, no one can stop you. Helice's voice broke into the memory.

She woke up.

Christie opened her eyes, still tired.

But she couldn't sleep anymore, and with the current state of Falt, she needed to fight as the representative of the Duchy of Ansendil.

Why join this war, as if the principality did not participate, or that she did not represent the principality, it was all right - but she could not think of a reason.

Lately it has not been the time to imagine the reason.

She couldn't think of it either.

When she got out of bed, she wanted to get a glass of water, but suddenly something didn't feel right.

It's so quiet.

Christie glanced around the room, the heavy brown furniture, the dark carpet - she didn't have a lot of requirements for servants, and she didn't usually like to call servants, so it was normal for no one to sleep around.

But.

Here is the Falt, the training of the soldiers, the occasional explosion...... Those are things that can't be felt anywhere else.

Here, the sounds can't be completely stopped, even at night.

It's only afternoon, right? Why is it ......? So quiet?

Christie frowned and tried to turn around to get the dagger on the table, but when she turned around, she found herself lying on the bed she had just left on.

Christie looked at this scene and froze.

The silence lasted for a few seconds.

Christie on the bed suddenly opened her eyes!

Christie's whole body trembled, and as he trembled, blood poured out of his mouth, eyes, and nose - a strange scene that lasted for more than ten seconds, until the bed was soaked with blood.

Click.

Christie in bed is "dead".

His eyes were wide open, his expression was sluggish, and the blood was still dripping.

Christie frowned, she turned her head and slammed into a face - another "she".

The "Christie" who suddenly appeared behind Christie first stood woodenly, and then the corners of her mouth were stiffly pulled, forming some kind of weird smile.

"Hey...... Hey, hey, hey...... Hahaha......" The laughter was fragmented.

Click!

The dagger came out of nowhere and Christie held it in her hand, and then, holding the dagger, she stabbed the dagger into her abdomen, and the blood flowed wildly.

Christie looked at all this, turned her head, and noticed that a few more "Christies" appeared.

Quietly.

Use various ways to die and appear in front of yourself.

I watched such a strange atmosphere, "from the audience to the actors to the performance form, there is only their own, a feast of death".

Christie felt a little dizzy.

"Is that enough, Shire. She lifted her head, put her hand on it, and spoke with difficulty.

The scene of death continued until the bright red blood spread to her feet.

Finally a person who is not his appearance appears.

But it's also someone Christie doesn't really want to see.

Xi Lei –

"Are you here to kill me? She asked the "friend and enemy" she hadn't seen in years.

Christie is surrounded by "herself" at this point, and Sheret is standing behind a certain "her".

"You know, even though Rebal has been removed from me, I love it, and watching 'your death' - your death seems to me to be a thing of course. Xi Lei spoke slowly, her voice cold, mechanical, and emotionless, "Among those 'Christie' I killed, there is a more powerful being than you as the main body. ”

"But that's not the 'ontology', the so-called puppet, in the end, can't transcend itself. "This voice is neither Christie's nor Hilley's.

Behind Xilei, a flickering figure appeared.

"Setanein Arenniu?" Christie had not met Setanein, but after the outbreak of war, she had seen a portrait of the man.

Compared to the Setyne in the portrait, although the portrait is not clear, it is much more mature than the portrait.

"Administrator of the Duchy of Ansendire, but, Miss Christie, I care more about another value of yours. Setin smiled at her.

"You want to take advantage of my value—but, I suppose, Sheray is here to seek revenge on me. Christie said.

"Rest assured, we've agreed on that. Setain said again.

Christie didn't speak again.

The surroundings were quiet again.

"A long time ago, there were people who thought that 'magic' was something alive, that they were lurking demons - and later these people were considered heretics and were killed. Setanin didn't stop because of the silence, "Magic can eat away at the human body, but it's very slow, and with a human age, you can't feel it."

But there are exceptions, when the magic suddenly erupts wildly, it will suddenly erode a village, or even a city. That's where the Black Mist comes from.

The black fog is magic, and those things that are shunned by people will eventually become the power of the gods and be revered by people. Sounds like a brutal truth. ”

"Why—you're telling me this?!" Christie frowned.