In the boundless sea of flowers.

In just a few moments, Amakusa Shiro was surrounded by two more companions, Semiramis and Shakespeare.

According to him, if it weren't for the fact that the other Heroic Spirits were unwilling to trust him and use him, there should have been more servants around him by now.

If all the other servants gathered here, then Ryuxia might have a tricky feeling, and he might even turn around and leave, but just these three people would not make him feel jealous.

"Is that all?"

Lu Xia held the knife in both hands, with a posture that might rush up and cut people at any time, looked at the three people opposite, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said indifferently: "Do you think that just by increasing the number of people, you can turn the situation back?" ”

"Even if there is no law of strength and speed in this space, and the gap in physical fitness is greatly erased, but just the number of people will not work for me."

"If it works, you have to try it to find out."

Amakusa Shiro still had a smile on his face, turned his head to look at the empress on the side, and said softly: "Semiramis, put Shakespeare down, we need his strength." ”

"Humph!"

When Semiramis heard this, he snorted coldly, and loosened the chain that locked Shakespeare's throat, allowing him to escape, and did not forget to leave a cruel word.

"I'll let you go this time, and next time, I won't spare you!"

"Ahem...... Oooh! Thank you, Your Majesty, for your magnanimity! ”

Shakespeare coughed twice, cleared his throat, made a gesture of surrender, and then lifted his spirits, raised the book in his hand, and laughed excitedly.

"So, let's start with us! Come on! Keep your eyes open and see carefully! It's sudden, but it's time for the opera! ”

"The title of my work is FirstFolio!"

At the moment when the treasure was liberated from his true name, a magical storm of substance was released from the book in his hand, and the pages of the book quickly turned up.

At the same time, a large number of ghostly black figures appeared around him, as if the time had come for the show to begin, and the actors who were about to appear on the stage gathered together.

"Buzz ——!"

Immediately afterward, an intense light emerged from Shakespeare's body and quickly illuminated the area of this sea of flowers.

In an instant, as everyone closed their eyes, the world was tampered with.

…………

After the light has dissipated.

Ryusha opened her eyes.

In less than a moment, there is no longer a beautiful sea of flowers, but a traditional Japanese-style house.

The décor of this house is very familiar, the whole room is only a simple bed, dresser, wardrobe, etc., and there is a one-person high floor-to-ceiling mirror on the side.

Outside the window is a dense bamboo forest, reflecting the luster of the moon under the bright moon, and a gust of evening wind blows, and there is a sudden sound of rustling in the bamboo forest.

"Hallucination...... No, probably not, hallucinations didn't work for me. ”

Ryusha looked around at the wooden house, trying to find some differences in it, but he didn't expect that the layout of this room was exactly the same as he remembered, and there was no difference in the slightest.

"In this way, this is supposed to be an enchantment that can reproduce the subject's memories...... Similar to the existence of an inherent enchantment, is this Shakespeare's treasure? ”

The treasures of the Heroic Spirit are diverse and varied, and there are only those that cannot be imagined, and there is nothing that cannot be done.

This ability to recreate scenes from the subject's memory, and to rehearse and adapt them like a stage play, is a perfect fit for a writer like Shakespeare.

"If that's the case, then the next thing should be ......"

A thoughtful look appeared on Ryuxia's face, and then she looked in the direction of the door.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the door was opened.

The girl, dressed in a white yukata and with her hair still dripping, stepped into the room barefoot.

Her every move, even her slight behavior and habits, were no different from the girl in Ryuxia's memory, as if she was completely molded according to the template in his memory.

"You're here again."

After seeing Ryuxia's figure, the girl glanced at him with cold eyes, and then walked into the room by herself, came to the window, and blew the evening breeze outside the window.

"It's pretty realistic."

Ryusha looked at the girl in front of her, her eyes shining like jewels.

There were far more dead lines on her body than the real two rituals, and she was almost like an old man on the verge of death.

This fragile world, in the eyes of his magic eyes, is simply full of flaws.

Ryuxia silently raised the sword in his hand.

As long as it is cut down with a knife, such a world will not be destroyed.

"Well, well! Don't worry! Then it's the best time! ”

Shakespeare's voice came to Leuca's ears from somewhere away, and there was a deep confidence in his tone.

"Please enjoy and wait, this will become a confident work for my generation!"

Lu Xia raised his knife and made a gesture to slash.

“…… Well, since you can't wait, just fast forward to the climax! ”

in the room.

The girl standing in front of the window suddenly turned her head, her dark eyes staring directly at Ryuxia, and there was an inquiring meaning in her eyes.

"I say, what exactly do you want from me?"

Such cold words blurted out of her mouth.

Ryusha moved.

Then he cast a surprised look at her.

"In your heart, am I really what you want most?"

The girl didn't look at Ryuxia, but muttered to herself, "What do you want most from you?" Is it me, or is there something in me? ”

"You are born with a lack of something, so you were born to crave this kind of thing, this is a common thing, this is a common thing, but you just want that kind of thing from me, so you decided to pursue me wishfully, didn't you?"

Ryusha put down the knife in her hand and looked at the false girl with fixed eyes.

"Do you think that keeping your distance from other women is even a love and loyalty to me?"

She babbled to herself again, "Shouldn't it?" In the final analysis, what both parties in love should give is not the superficial form, but their own sincere and hot love. ”

"You want my love from me, but what do you think you can give? Is it just a superficial form of hypocrisy? No, it would be more accurate to say—"

"—Do you think your feelings for the person of the two ceremonies are really love?"