A bustling, yet lifeless bazaar.

The girl wrapped her body in a pure black nun's robe silently followed behind the blonde girl in an emerald dress.

Ragged beggars, robed scholars, shouting peddlers, and the occasional brightly armored knight patrolling past the human colony all highlight the vibrancy of this human settlement, with the occasional rude heckling of men dressed as mercenaries.

However, in spite of the noise, the blonde girl still walked freely through it, like a ghost separating the straight path through the crowd.

"Can't you see her?"

No, it's clearly visible.

What was reflected in their eyes was not only Aige, but also her figure, but no one came to disturb them.

It is as if the reflection of the virtual shadow in the present world draws an unbridgeable boundary between the real and the unreal.

It's like, she and the sand stripe love song meet.

- Sandstripe Love Song occupies her body.

At this moment, she met Sand Strip Aige face to face.

Although she is at an absolute disadvantage, under the exchange of consciousness, the fairy tale witch still has a little understanding of the essence of this girl from another world.

The essence of Sand Stripe Aige does not exist in her world, but only in the soul...... It can even be said that the projection has descended, so she who was inadvertently used as a host, it is impossible for her to meet in the outside world.

So the facts are obvious.

However, what makes her unwilling is that her memory of the process from separation of consciousness to encounter with Aige is blurred.

It was only because she saw Purple that she could vaguely retain a plausible impression.

"Aosaki... Zijun? ”

The suppressed stiff consciousness gradually recovered.

While chanting Purple's name, some images suddenly flashed in the heart of the black-clothed witch.

This mysterious young girl...... It's too similar to Zijun.

It's not Akira Aosaki, but the ...... I met on that fantastic night

"This is it."

The blonde girl walked up to a burlap tent and lifted the curtain.

There was no sour smell of sweat mixed with the heat of the food, and on the wooden table in the center of the tent, a purple crystal ball was placed.

The broad-robed and long-haired soothsayer sat behind the crystal ball and stroked it gently.

"Well, hello, is this your new identity, a fortune teller?"

The greeting rang out like a bell in the sandstrip love song.

"Hello, guests from afar, huh...... Uh-huh?!! ”

The soothsayer let out a terrible muffled sound and grabbed his throat, but then his body began to become transparent and ethereal.

"Purple ......?"

Moments before disappearing, the witch caught a glimpse of the soothsayer's face.

"Time is getting shorter and shorter, it's not cute, it's all like this, don't have some fresh content."

Aige said with a smile, a commonplace look for this situation.

"Looks like you've woken up, you're doing well, rest assured, he's not dead, it's just that his new identity has been stripped away."

“…… And a new identity? No, is this personality? ”

The profound magic attainments made the fairy tale witch react instantly.

"Ah, don't you know? The difference between him and me is so obvious. However, while it was a fun experience to talk to a person from a different era, it was a bit overwhelming to have hundreds of them. ”

Aige frowned slightly, and her shallow smile was not reduced.

"Up...... Hundreds? ”

Surprised tone.

It's unbelievable that it's so bad.

It was as if a thread was strung in her heart, and a terrible thought was formed in the girl's heart.

"It seems that it is still the extent after the cut, and it is ...... to be able to hold on to this extent"

When Aige was about to continue, his expression suddenly moved.

The sound outside the tent stopped.

Quiet atmosphere, with a black mist that seeps in from all sides of the tent.

"Here we go again, look, this is the first time you've experienced it yourself."

With the soft tone of Ai Ge, the tent began to turn into a point of light.

The people are gone, the bazaars are gone, the mist rises from the void, and the boundless darkness fills the light.

This bazaar is the area where this personality is fixedly manifested.

When the puzzle pieces are peeled away, the area becomes a void.

“……”

Observing all this silently, the fairy tale witch suppressed the emotions that were surging in her heart.

She suddenly realized how lucky she was to have survived so far.

Maybe it's the love of the world, or maybe it's the curse of the world, objectively, Zi is more tormented by fate than Qingzi.

This girl named Sand Strip Aige is another possibility for Purple Future.

With the terrifying power of pitch black hell, but yet so...... Twisted, crazy.

The girl got a glimpse of the spirit of the love song.

Magicians are all aliens, and aliens are not necessarily derogatory adjectives for anomalies, but the spirit has surpassed that of human beings, and it is an unpredictable natural disaster.

It's unimaginable, Zijun...... How did you persist to this day?

The fog faded, and the scene was transformed again.

Starlight shone in the sky.

The light of the weapons above the heavenly dome shone, thunder and lightning roared, the roar on the ground shook the sky, and the earth shook the mountains.

Battles of myths and legends unfold before your eyes.

But the witch had lost her interest.

Just the love song, like the moonlight that pierces the night and emerges in the sky, shows a brighter brilliance than the stars.

Change faster.

It is a confirmation of what Ai Ge said, even the personality of the incarnate god dissipates the moment he sees Ai Ge, and the scene changes more and more rapidly.

"It's almost there."

So says Aige.

Unreasonably, in this garden of fantasy, the unbewildered blonde girl is gradually approaching the end.

Fell outside of the familiar town.

Walk around the golden wheat fields, climb the ramp, and the afterglow of the setting sun shines warmly, past the bungalows on the deserted hills, and into the dappled woods.

Stepping on the thick fallen leaves, I came to the vicinity of a cave.

This cave is the magic workshop of Aozaki's grandfather.

And not far from the cave, a lonely tree stands majestically in the middle of the fallen leaves.

The leaves on the trees are green, but the fallen leaves on the grass have turned yellow.

At the bottom of the tree, a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old, with his hands naturally down, sat on the trunk of the tree, his eyes closed, as if he were sleeping.

The golden sunlight shone through the gaps in the shade of the trees on his raised face, and his sleeping face was peaceful and serene, reflecting the warm scent.

To his right, there is also a familiar figure.

Her long red hair, tall posture, bumpy figure, and beautiful face are no different from those of her friends.

What was different was her lazy and indifferent expression, and only the blonde girl was reflected in her pupils.

The black witch stared at her as if she were facing a great enemy, and black flames burned in her eyes.

It could never be her friend.

However, in a sense, she is the embodiment of her friend in the heart of Aozaki Murasaki.

"What shall I call you, is it the root of all evil that has come from another world, or is it ...... No, in purple terms, it's probably the root princess. ”

A cold and indifferent voice rang out.

It's the sound that once sounded in a fairy taleland.

A bright smile suddenly bloomed on Aige's face.

PS: Probably, I haven't seen you in a long time.

The main thing is lazy 2333