Mi'er walked dejectedly in the dark alleyway, her expression a little gloomy.

Why do you always treat me like a child......

She leaned her back against the marble walls of the church, feeling her heart like stone, gradually chilling in the night.

Is it also the fault of being young?

Staring at the ground for ten minutes of silence, Mi'er sighed faintly.

Alas.

I just said such an excessive thing to him, and now I regret it a little......

What will the head of the regiment think of me in the future? It's going to be embarrassing.

She straightened up and walked slowly out of the alleyway.

As soon as she reached the place where the moon was shining, she saw the Antichrist Rasul standing by the wall, dressed in a neat white gown, holding a golden apple in his left hand, like a gentleman about to attend a banquet, waiting for her.

"How did you get here?" Mi'er was a little surprised.

"Huh." Rasul chuckled, "The Holy See's force field shield is not completely unbreakable. ”

"I ...... I heard your conversation with Asker. He put away his vague smile and said, "At such a time, you can still think about the people of Solomon City, which makes me believe even more that you are my most suitable heir." ”

"You'd better find someone else." Mi'er said a little cowardly, "I only occasionally have some compassion, not to mention any worries, let alone pay and fight for it." ”

"Even I can tell you, even the whole city of Solomon...... No, the lives of people all over the world combined are far less important to me than Asker. You should go to people who really possess selfless qualities and are willing to give for others, such as Eleanor. ”

"No, she's not suitable." "I have seen her fate next," Rasul asserted. ”

She once gave up everything to stand up for justice, but it was just a rash choice made by her young impulse. As she grows older, her class and elite education from an early age will make her more inclined to solve problems from the top down—to give limited leadership and transformation to the world around her by making the most of her origins. ”

"This is contrary to the principles of our organization. Because we do not hope for the salvation of the nobles and lords, any organization is a tool used by the rulers to exploit, and it is completely wrong to expect the exploiters to be kind. What we are really looking for is radical change from the bottom up, a one-and-done approach that can save people from oppression. ”

"Really?" Mi'er smiled disapprovingly, "It's as if you can really see through us." Since you say that Eleanor will change in the future, you must at least come up with proof? ”

"You're going to see the evidence, aren't you?" Rasul asked lightly.

Suddenly, it was dark again. Then, from the golden apple that Rasul was holding, countless lines of light bloomed.

The lines shot in the direction of infinity, and Rasul grabbed a handful of them and brought them in front of Mi'er.

From those lines, Mi'er saw a blonde female knight in a white robe, none other than Eleanor with an awe-inspiring expression. She stood on top of the snowfield with her sword in hand, looking into the distance like a king.

Behind her, there was a dense array of power armored knights. All the HRE knights knelt on one knee facing her, their right swords poking into the ground, their left fists on their chests and bowing their heads, stretching from the snowy hills to the frozen meandering rivers in the distance.

"See?" "This is the future Eleanor." ”

"The supreme sword-wielder under the Iron Throne, the eldest princess and Valkyrie of the Empire, the Knight of the Dawn canonized by the Holy See, do you expect her to become the next Antichrist?"

Mi'er was speechless. She didn't know if the image was credible, if it could really tell the future that was already predestined, so she tried to see the fate of the others, and suddenly realized that the thread of fate representing Asker seemed to be broken somewhere in the future.

Not broken, to be exact, but hidden in the void, and resurfaced a few years later, to her a little relieved.

"Why did the thread of fate break?" Mi'er asked curiously, suddenly realizing that Rasul's thread of fate had also been broken.

And the point in time of the break is very close, very close to the present......

"Every line of the world is a possibility for the future." Rasul smiled indifferently, "And the world line is made up of the thread of fate of countless people. ”

"The fate of all people determines the fate of this world. The more powerful the person who can influence the world, the thicker the line of fate will be, and the more proportion it will occupy the world line; The fate line of the people at the bottom is more delicate and fragile, indicating that it is difficult for them to influence the direction of the world line. ”

"If someone is about to disappear from this world, such as dying, then the thread of his fate will be severed...... Because the dead can no longer exert influence on the world. From the moment he lost his life, he was reduced to a dead creature of flesh and bones, and the thread of his fate no longer existed. ”

"You mean, Asker is going to die in the future?" Mi'er suddenly came to her senses, "You're going to die too?" ”

"Nope." Rasul was still laughing, "I'm the only one who will die next." ”

Mi'er silently opened her mouth wide.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang overhead, and the ground trembled violently. The half-elf girl looked up, and saw that a vague huge silhouette had pressed against the shield above the Lateran Palace, and a spiderweb-like twisted crack appeared on the surface of the pale blue force field.

Is that...... Spiritual Tree! A spiritual tree that grows in the heart of the city!

It moves! And at some point, it has climbed to the edge of the Lateran Palace and began to try to crush the shield with its own weight!

Mi'er subconsciously wanted to turn around and go back immediately, to join Aske and them as soon as possible, but she heard a sigh from Rasul in front of her:

"Mi'er, don't you already understand?"

“…… If you can become strong enough at this time, you won't be able to do anything in the face of these innocent citizens who have fallen into the mutation. ”

"Now, there's an opportunity in front of you, a chance to be a savior."

"What are you going to do?!" Mi'er was extremely vigilant, for the elusive man in front of her, who had been prophesying his own death a moment ago, was about to come up with something to tempt her—as he had always done.

"I just want to give you back your destiny at the last moment." Rasul whispered, "I am a demigod of the laws of fate. ”

"When I fall, it will cause a change in the Lateran Palace. In this mutation, the power of the law of fate and the sequence of luck will be unparalleledly enhanced. ”

"At that time, you who have condensed the law of fate will have the opportunity to kill the Spirit Tree, that is, the chance to save all these citizens of Solomon who will be ruthlessly abandoned by the Holy See."

"I don't know what you're talking about...... "Mi'er subconsciously wanted to back off, for there was a hint of madness in the Assassin Mentor's smile, and the smile of a beast that seemed to be at the end of its rope made her extremely uneasy.

But Rasul had already grabbed her slender wrist with lightning before she could back away, and Miel could even feel the other's fingers digging deep into her skin like iron hoops.

"Because you're the only one ......," Rasul said slowly, gritting his teeth and saying word by word, "with the will to save them...... and abilities. ”

“…… Save them. ”

He suddenly pushed Mi'er away, and then his body shook violently, and blood was pouring from his ears, nose and throat. Translucent roots peeked out of his back and ran through his chest, blood bursting out of the holes in his white gown like roses.