"Rey," he bowed his head, "hmm...... My second personality is a puppet under the control of the evil spirit organization, so I can't return to the team for the time being......"

"Then come with me and find the others," Rey held out his hand to him, "Cassius misses you." ”

He hesitated. A voice sounded in his head: "Reject him!" ”

"I'm sorry, I can't ......" he shook his head, turned and ran.

"Hey! Black! ”

He didn't look back, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Rey raised an eyebrow.

……

"Your way of exiting is stupid!" I am very dissatisfied with the dust.

“…… In Dust, why did we lie to that guy named Rey? ”

"......" Zaichen took a few steps forward, "what do you think?" ”

"I think ......" the voice faintly weakened.

"Speak." As he walked forward, he suddenly felt that he was silent.

Instead, an uncle's voice said, "Go and meet that light system." ”

"I don't want to go!" "Command." "Get out! Don't use him to talk to me! "It won't hurt him, don't worry......" "Wesker didn't even talk about it!" Hurry up and get out of Lao Tzu's spiritual sea! ”

"Let's go...... Clam Clam ......"

Jaechen has an urge to knock himself unconscious.

……

"Zaichen, what's next?" “…… You okay? Did it hurt you? ”

"......" greeted him with a moment of silence.

In the dust also fell silent.

……

Mirith looked at the dense trees, trees, trees around him in amazement, "I'll go, I'll go around for a long time and come back." He scratched his head, depressed.

Suddenly, the back of his neck ached, and a large area of black instantly swallowed up the entire line of sight.

……

He looked at the unconscious Mireth with a blank expression, "It looks like I'm about to wake up." ”

Miris slowly opened his eyes and sat up, touching his head, "Hmm......"

He didn't know what he was laughing at, "Sure enough, I woke up." ”

Mirith looked at the man in front of him, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"Hey, hey. Rabbit, are you also from the War-League? ”

"Yes. What's wrong? Mirith stood up and patted the dust off her body.

He smiled inexplicably, "It's weird you didn't recognize me." ”

"Have I seen you?" “…… Who do you think I look like? "I don't know."

“……”

Mireis frowned slightly, "Blake? ”

He still laughed weirdly, "Okay, I'm not Blake though." But," he said, he stood up, "you're the elf with the longest reflex arc I've ever seen. ”

"Really?" Mirith narrowed.

"Yes—ah—" he deliberately dragged out his voice, "just—like—I—said—words—this—what—long—"

"......" Mirith suddenly looked at the mentally retarded with an expression on his face.

He stuck out his tongue.

"Look at you and you're not Blake." The latter sentence turned into a whispered mutter, "How can Blake be so mentally retarded......"

He suddenly became serious, "I prefer to say that I am." ”

"I said no, but now I regret it again."

He suddenly laughed again, "I said I was Blake's twin brother, believe it or not~"

"I don't believe it."

[Serious] "You see, I am the same everywhere except for the color of my eyes. ”

"But there's a big gap."

Suddenly, his cold air was revealed, "What-what a gap." ”

"Guess." Mirith was extremely calm.

He's serious, "I'm just a little bit of a split personality. ”

"So this proves that there is a big gap between the two of you."

He glanced at Mirith with an extremely grim look.

"It's not as cold as Blake."

A cross appeared on his forehead, "Sure enough, it's not easy for children to deal with." ”

"Who said children are easy to deal with?"

He suddenly burst out, "I don't want to mess with you now!" Hemp and wheat husks!! ”

"Oh."

The other side is almost air-fried.

"Look like you're dying of rage."

"Shut up !!"

"No, it doesn't close." He looked disdainful, "What can you do with me." ”

The ball on his shoulder spun rapidly, "So, what do you want?" ”

"I don't want to do anything."

He stood up suddenly, but in the blink of an eye, grabbed Mirith by the neck with one hand and lifted him up against the wall, "I hate children. Especially - the optical ones. ”

"Hmm! You! Mirith raised her hand to grab his hand, struggling.

He clenched it with one hand, and condensed dark purple energy with the other.

"Let go!"

He smiled playfully, "Is that so-scared?" The other hand suddenly came over and slammed into Mirith's chest, and energy poured out.

"Uhh He spurted out a mouthful of blood, but still gritted his teeth, and suddenly, the golden V on his forehead shone brightly.

He dodged and shook his hand gently, "Tsk...... Does it hurt? ”

"It doesn't hurt." Mireis rubbed his neck and coughed twice.

He rushed in with a dark purple energy.

Mirith dodged away.

He threw himself into the air, steadied his heels, and threw out energy, similar to Blake's bravery.

Mirith strikes with a ray attack.

The skill was neutralized, and he released a dark ray with his other hand, "This move, it seems to be ...... It's called a psychic piercing. ”

"Oh." Mirith removes the skill with a backhand.

He frowned, took a step back, and seemed a little tired.

"You're not fighting?" Mirith looked at him with her arms folded. Seeing that he didn't react, "Then I don't care." He flew up and began to charge, "Amadeus Light!" ”

The corners of his mouth curled into an inexplicable smile.

"Huh......?" Mirith frowned, shook his head again, and the skill was out of his hands.

His blood-colored eyes suddenly turned inky blue, and he looked startled and took a step back.

The golden energy roared and rushed towards him, engulfing him in an instant, and the aura set off a violent wind and made a rumbling sound.

The wind subsided and the dust fell.

Mirith suddenly thought of a second personality. He couldn't help but tighten his heart and looked at the elf in front of him with wide eyes.

He clutched his chest and slowly crouched to his knees.

"Blake? ......" Mirith wanted to get close but didn't dare, for fear that the person in front of him would still be the "retarded", or, not Blake at all.

He tried to get up against the wall, but fell to the ground.

Mirith hurriedly ran over, "Blake?? He lifted him up.

He leaned feebly on Miris's shoulder, opened his eyes and glanced at him, then closed them again. "Yes, there is progress. ……”

"......," Mirith was momentarily speechless, "is it...... Thank you to the vice-captain for the compliment......"

He coughed lightly.

"What's the matter with that red-eyed retarded (crossed out) guy...... Are you a second personality? ”

He took a deep breath, "Help me up." ”

"Oh." Mirith slowly helped him to his feet.

And he couldn't stand on his feet at all and almost fell.

"Huh? Carrying me around my neck. Mirith held him up.

He put one hand on Mirith's shoulder, the other on his heart, still a little unsteady on his feet.

"What's wrong? I...... Isn't it too heavy......"

He shook his head, "No...... It's okay...... It's not your ...... to blame."

Mirith helped him sit down, "Your two personalities have changed so much that you don't even say hello, and I can't get my skills back......"

He sighed softly and let out an "um".

"When we get out of this place, come with us to the Sail to find a way to reseal your second personality."

“…… No, I may bring danger to you...... You saw it too, he ......"

"Blake isn't such an elf to be feared," Mirith patted him on the shoulder, "right! ”

“……”

I can't pretend anymore, in the dust......