"Wake up, wake up. O son chosen by fate. ”

An ethereal voice came from afar.

With a strange sense of familiarity.

"Hmm...... Why are you ...... again?"

It's been a long time since I've had this dream, but ...... Why is it coming back......

In the blur, there is a vast expanse floating in front of me.

"It doesn't matter if I, or not me. The important thing is that the flames have begun to burn, and the gears of fate are about to turn. So, wake up, wake up quickly. ”

"Blaze...... Cogs...... Even if you say so......"

Head, it hurts.

The skull, as if it was about to be cracked.

But vaguely, there is a force that constantly urges Kazama to raise his feathers, urging him to wake up quickly.

Heavy eyelids slowly lifted.

The vastness in front of him quickly receded.

Only soft light poured in from the constricted pupils.

Gradually, it becomes a blurred light and shadow.

In the confusion, I turned my head slightly, and what fell into my eyes was a picture that was too light.

Soft mattresses.

Minimalist furnishings.

Small room, clean and tidy.

There was a thin layer of green smoke, which spilled from the incense burner on several places, filling the whole room with a thick cloud.

Looking at the scene in front of him with a look of amazement, the memory, like a tide, hit quickly.

That's it...... It was thrown underneath......

The corners of his mouth, not only showed a wry smile, Kazama turned his head and looked at the wall beside him.

There, on the entire wall, a looming crack seems to tell the secret behind it.

Subconsciously raised his hand and wanted to touch it.

But it can't be done.

I can't even lift it up.

Only the fingertips, trembling slightly, struggled in vain......

At that moment, Kazama realized that he couldn't even use a little strength.

At the tip of the nose, there is curling green smoke, quietly burrowing in, with a hint of strange taste.

Suddenly, the faint voice sounded in my ears.

"Get a good night's sleep, and when you wake up, everything will be over......

Originally...... Is that what it means......

Kazama raised his feathers and suddenly smiled.

If you want to imprison others, you can't use this gentle way......

The silver light quickly condensed, turning into a blurry figure, slowly seeping out of Kazama's body.

Then, like a ghost, it floated to the door, all the way, through the door.

It's not the long corridor you imagined, it's not the dirty, dimly lit cell.

Outside the door, there was an unexpected hall.

The castle's, the hall.

Soft lighting pours from the high dome, simple furnishings are quaint and shabby, and the walls are slightly mottled with blue-gray rocks......

Like all the castles in my memory, it is peaceful, deep and there is hardly anything special about it.

Everything looks the same, everything looks too ordinary.

It's normal, almost weird.

In the weirdness, there is the same weird voice.

"Xuanjue...... Lingjue ...... ......"

Slow, yet heavy.

Who is it, with shackles and chains, coming from the darkness?

Who is it, hidden in the unreachable place of the light, looking at the lamb in the sun?

The blurred light and shadow quickly condensed, and in an instant, it turned into a long and jade figure.

The originally delicate face tensed with full attention.

Only the silver eyes remained, quickly drifting away, as if trying to find something.

But no.

In the wide hall, there was not even half a figure.

Only the sound of "Xuan" continued to come.

Like a nightmare, lingering.

One after another.

Listen, then tilt your head sharply.

Silver eyes, suddenly looking straight at the other end of the hall.

There, out of reach of the soft light, there was a hidden door, abruptly present.

It's as if to say, "That's me, yes, what you're looking for, what you're looking for, that's me." ”

Footsteps, unconsciously raised.

I don't even need to think, the body, just like that, naturally walks towards that place.

There was no fear, no hesitation, but in those clenched palms, there were deep nail dents.

It's close.

It's close.

It's closer.

But the sound of "Xuan" suddenly stopped.

At that moment, Kazama was even more convinced of the source of the voice.

Behind that hidden door.

The darkness that was hidden in the thin wooden door.

The Adam's apple rolled down hard.

The palm of the hand is slowly stretched out.

Then, pull away violently.

Black, pure black.

There is also a pair of eyes with black holes.

"Ah——!h

Screams in unison.

Kazama raised his feathers and leaped backwards.

The body was tense in an instant, and it looked like it was ready to go.

But on the other side of the door, there was a sudden startled "huh".

"Kazama-sama?!"

"Uh...... Yaoyao?! ”

Two furry ears quickly poked out of the darkness, with a dark face.

Beast Ear Niang, who appeared in front of Kazama Yang Yu, is undoubtedly the one named "Jian Yaoyao" who has been mixed together every day recently.

And at this moment, the face that could almost be called shocked was widening its round eyes, and it was not for a moment that it looked at Kazama Yangyu.

"Why are you again?"

"Huh? I should have said that, right?! ”

There was a false alarm, and Kazama glared back with an angry face.

"I said, Holy Maiden, if you don't develop the believers well, how can you be in the underground of the Erfu?"

"Under the ear?"

Belch......

It seems that this guy doesn't understand at all...... Or did she simply not know?

"People don't know what the ears and eyes are blessed, anyway, I was scared by you today, and I will go back at night to ask Su Yu to kneel ants! Of course, you also have to count the part that was deceived by you to be a 'saint' a few days ago! ”

(Someone somewhere: Meow?) ）

"When they called me 'Holy Maiden', someone was still smiling from ear to ear......"

looked at Jian Yaoyao speechlessly, but the other party suddenly raised his hand and hammered it down with a pickaxe.

Frightened, Kazama raised his feathers and quickly flashed to the side.

"Ahh Holy Maiden spare her life! Holy Maiden spare her life! ”

"Humph! Let's see if you dare to laugh at others in the future! Also, I know about Kazama-sama being caught at the Love Hotel. ”

As she spoke, she chuckled softly, and Jian Yaoyao suddenly turned around and walked towards the darkness.

"Hey! Yaoyao! Where are you going? ”

"Just come and know!"

“……”

——————

Dark.

Deep darkness.

Kazama never thought that the darkness could be so long.

And in such a long darkness, only the rhythmic sound of "Lingju" in front of him guided him to move forward slowly.

"Now, Yaoyao, this is an authentic ...... Did you dig it all by yourself? ”

"Do you expect some Son to come and help me?"

There is no turning back, or even if he does, Kazama Hiroha can't see it at all.

The utterly dark tunnel, starting from the pierced wall behind the wooden door, stretched slowly into the unknown distance.

"......, but what are you doing digging tunnels, and you are still in leg cuffs or something......"

There was steel, the sound of rubbing rubble, harsh and sharp, it was the iron ball dragging behind the leg cuffs.

"It's not to recruit more believers, so I mixed in...... As for digging tunnels......"

The words came to an abrupt end, with the sound of the footsteps of "Xuanju".

Caught off guard, Kazama raised his feathers and "bumped" the ground and hit it fiercely.

"Yikes!"

"Ahh

"Boom!"

Fell out......

Accompanied, the smoke and dust raised.

"Don't bump into them when they're pushing rocks desperately!"

Rising from the ground in a puff of smoke, Yaoyao quickly raised her pickaxe and knocked it on Kazama's head a few times.

The problem is, it's an iron pickaxe!

Severe pain quickly hit the top of his head, and Kazama quickly reached out and touched it.

In the dim light, there is a dark red palm......

Actually, it bleed?!

Belch...... Wrong.

The moment he raised his eyes, Kazama Hiroha realized that the huge stone used to block the entrance to the tunnel had already been stained with blood, and the source of the blood stains was undoubtedly ......

"Yaoyao, your hand ......"

"It's okay, it's just that I accidentally cut it when I cleaned up the rubble, for me as a slave before, this little injury is a very common thing."

The ears flapped a few times, and between the light and shadow, there was a small notch, which appeared in the fluff.

Quickly turning around and hiding her bloody hands, Yaoyao hurriedly walked outside.

There, the piercing "Xuanjue", accompanied by the sound of percussion one after another, came weakly.

"Come on, come on, talk less for a while, just follow me."

“……”

Pursing his lips helplessly, Kazama raised his feathers and quickly followed.

——————

Dim light.

Crumbling stand.

A bleak-eyed slave.

Also, the swaggering head of the prison.

Looking coldly at the hateful back of the road that was proudly throwing the gold coin and slowly walking away, Kazama raised his feathers and sighed slightly.

"It turns out that Yaoyao would do this kind of thing, I thought you would punch it directly?"

Looking back, the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a playful smile.

"It's not because of Kazama-sama! The victim wasted a few gold coins in vain...... I could have punched them with one punch, but in that case, when I left, they would be the ones who were beaten......

Glancing at Kazama Yang Yu fiercely, and between her mouths, Yaoyao quickly turned around and walked forward.

His eyes were full of tenderness like pain.

One after another, the rickety figures struck heavily.

The ragged orcs, one after the other, tapped.

Heavy, slow, yet hard, with all your might.

As if he wanted to use this cold pickaxe to smash the hard rock, along with the unjust fate, to smash it.

"...... this?"

"I don't know what the tunnel project is used for."

"Why don't you do all this manual work with machinery?"

Gravel, crumbling piece by piece.

Then, quickly, he was carried away by another group of orcs on a flat shoulder.

"Because the more intelligent the machine, the higher the maintenance cost and manufacturing cost required, and relatively speaking, the slave only needs to give them some food, the fault tolerance rate is relatively high, and they can also do all kinds of complex work."

Slowly weaving her way through the crowd, Yaoyao said as she helped the overworked orcs from time to time, or simply helped them to the ground and rested for a while.

"The most important thing is that when a slave is broken, a new slave will be born, a new slave will be broken, and a new slave will be replaced...... Therefore, slaves are such beings, they are oppressed, exploited, and enslaved, but they have to live strongly......"

Saying this, the orcs who had been hunched over and pounding the ground mechanically suddenly raised their heads and looked in unison.

At that moment, Kazama saw that the sadness, the pain, the despair that came from the blood, slowly flowed down from that gaze.

All the while, dripping down to the vast earth, disappearing.

The body trembled violently, as if there was a pulse from the soul, surging out.

In the original silver eyes, a small flame suddenly flickered out.

With it, a burning heat that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

"Bump!"

Dull, falling to the ground.

The flames quickly dissipated, and Kazama turned his head sharply.

In a flash, Yaoyao had already swept out and quickly helped the old orc up.

"Uncle Yang, Uncle Yang, what's wrong with you?"

Hard, shaking.

The wrinkled face trembled slightly, but finally, he fell asleep slowly.

"Hey...... Uncle Yang is already old, and he usually holds on, but recently the people here have a strange disease, and their physique is even weaker, so it's no wonder they can't hold on......"

"Strange disease?"

Two eyes looked straight at the middle-aged orc who spoke.

But when he saw the orc, he shook his head slowly, sighed, turned around and tore his clothes, revealing a dark neck.

And on the neck, like an electric shock, reflected in Kazama's feathered eyes, are two, small round holes.