"Wake up...... Wake up ......" In the fog, she heard an ethereal voice murmuring, as if lingering in the air, and as if it was echoing from the depths of her heart, as if she had fallen into a fantasy, in the clouds. The sound of the call seemed to come from a distance, and it seemed to be the sound of a cane tapping on the stone slab, and the sound of step by step rubbing against the ground, gradually approaching. When I got closer, I heard the voice calling so clearly, old, gentle, and firm.

The sound of "Wake up, child......" seemed to be the last line of defense of the spell had been broken, and all the spells disappeared in an instant, and the deeply intertwined dreams dispersed in an instant. As if she had just been woken up, she opened her eyes, with a slight confusion of awakening, and looked at the figure in front of her without focus. When her eyes focused, she was startled! I saw an old man in front of him, his face was covered with ravines and wrinkles, as deep as the cracked bark on the trunk of a hundred-year-old tree, full of traces of time, carved with a knife and an axe; A pair of cloudy eyes, the eyes were abnormally gray, but to see him staring at her like a goshawk staring at its prey, the feeling was deep and intense, and made her feel the back of her neck like a cool breeze of fear; While a black robe wrapped around him, the big hat of the robe also covered his head, like the legendary Satan, and the whole person carried an eerie and terrifying aura; A strand of hair fell down in front of the forehead, gray, dull, and long since lost its luster, like dead grass that had lost its vitality.

"Are you scared?" The ghostly old man looked at her fixedly and asked, taking in her horror.

The hoarse voice, like a door that has not been opened for a long time, when it is opened again, the sound of "squeak" rubbing makes the roots of the teeth sour, full of a rotten breath. But his tone was so gentle, like the bright afternoon sun, with the power to turn decay into magic. As if feeling the gentleness and kindness of the old man, the fear in her heart suddenly relaxed, but she was still a little guarded.

"......" She didn't know how to answer, she just nodded, paused, felt that something was wrong, and shook her head again. But I still don't know how to answer him. Say you're not afraid? But at first she was really scared, even scared to the extreme! What now? Maybe you're still a little scared, right? She didn't say anything.

The old man waited for a while, and when he saw that she nodded and shook his head, but said nothing, he turned and looked out the window without waiting for her answer.

She followed his gaze curiously, and saw a gray color outside the window, not a ray of sunlight, nor a change in the sky, just a patch of gray. The color outside the window was as dull as the color of the old man's body, and there was no breath of life, and some were just lifeless, as if they were one. She turned her gaze back from the quaint window and observed the layout of the room. The gray window was open, and the painted glass was rich and vivid, with arched windows and doors, which reminded her of the legendary medieval church and the ancient Roman court. And the cold and simple stone walls, the gorgeous and heavy draperies, the silver-glittering utensils with graceful geometric arcs, and the towering arched roof, made her feel that she had gone to the wrong time and space. She exclaimed in amazement, only to find that her exclamation was silent.

A moment of stunned and doubtful: delusion, right? Maybe you didn't exclaim, did you? After she opened her mouth again and made an "ah" shape, there was still silence in the silent space, not a single note attempted to disturb the silence, as if the air was so frozen that it did not dare to flow. She finally realized something, and suddenly panicked, and her mind was full of shouting and struggling: Why is there no sound? Why can't I make a sound?

In a blink of an eye, a more serious problem was discovered:

How could there be such a ghostly old man in her room? Who is he? Where did it come from? Why in her room?

Looking at the old man with his back to her and looking out of the window in panic, she suddenly felt strange.

No...... Wrong! This is not her room! Her room was simple and clear, with clear windows, square and wide open windows, and transparent and colorless glass...... Yes, and the wall! The walls are white! The bed curtain is pink gauze! This is not her room! Where is this? Why is she here?

She asked the old man's back in a panic, but she was still silent. The deep sense of powerlessness and panic made her thrash out of bed in exasperation. Why are you speechless?

Fear and despair weaved into a big net, completely enveloping her. It was as if a pair of hands were tightly grabbing her throat.

The old man still looked out the window with his back to her, and said in his gentle old voice, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. So long that I thought I would never be able to wait for you for the rest of my life......"

She listened to the strange language, with an exotic tone. What kind of language is this! She had never heard of it, but it seemed to be understood, as if it was imprinted in her soul, as if it had been sealed in the depths of her memory, as if it had been reincarnated countless times, and now it was reawakened and reactivated.

“…… What's your name......" the old man continued.

"......," she called......

yes, what's her name?

She remembered that she had a name and a surname, but what was her name?

Why can't I remember?

“…… The last Lord of the Temple, who was my adoptive father, called your name for the last time before his death...... Call...... Alas, it's been too long...... Maybe it's been three centuries......" The old man looked out of the gray window as if reminiscing.

"......" for 3 centuries ?!

She looked at him behind the old man's back with a neurotic look, and wanted to say that bragging, not even drafting?

“…… Hidden in the splendor of our holy capital of Great Greece, there are unforeseen curses and disasters. The awakening of the cycle of the past also means that disaster is coming. Every Lord doesn't want you to wake up, but every priest wants you to wake up. The prophesied catastrophe will come, and no one can stop it, even if you can't wake up. However, your awakening means that disaster is about to come. And I, as the last hall master of the Hidden Hall, staying in the world for two hundred more years is already my limit. I'm glad to see you awake before I leave. My Great Greece is saved! A girl from the mysterious East, I hope you can save this side of life from misery, just as it was thousands of years ago. Thank you ......."

"...... "What is this?" Is there a commentary before the game starts?