It was a face that did not match despair. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A smile as warm as the sun was like a face, and no one would think that smile was fake, even Serra. But it was the same girl with such a smile who had jumped from the "Pillar of Permafrost", the landmark of Winterfell, with his five companions fifteen hours earlier.

Mass suicide.

Now he was doing so, dressed in a white shirt, and looked at the priest who was questioning him with a smile.

No one died, and all six, including the girl, survived. What seemed impossible just by listening to it was actually laid out in front of Serra, and she couldn't help but feel a little incredulous. Of course, she didn't doubt the girl, but wondered if she was dreaming.

What do you think? Sierra cast a hopeful look at the clergy who shook their heads and sighed.

"I'm so sorry... Sir. Serra, I don't think I can help him. ”

The priesthood said solemnly.

"And... I want to quit this job. ”

“... Don't take it to heart, let me talk to him alone. Serra nodded thoughtfully.

The priest bowed and withdrew from the room.

Sierra remembered the photo on the profile, and the girl had the same expression. The pale face and white hair didn't match that smile at all.

"Serra... St. Sierra Freeman? Can someone as boring as me be interested in a big man like you? The girl was the first to speak, unexpectedly.

"I'm here because it's fun."

Serra, who looks about the same age as the girl, sits next to the girl's hospital bed.

"I hate beating around the bush, especially the things I'm interested in, and do you know why a couple of young people who have attempted suicide can get the attention of the above?"

"Because we are alive," said the girl with a little disappointment, "what a desperate world, and even then we are still alive, and we have to face the stupid question of the 'authorities' and ask the stupid question of "why did you survive?" ”

"Hahaha, yes, the older generation of clergy don't like to talk to their brains," Serra leaned back in her chair, swaying it as a rocking chair, crunching with an unpleasant sound, "I'm curious about that, too, but I'm more curious about your reasons." ”

"What other reason can there be for death?" The girl shrugged, "This kind of problem... It's boring, boring, and not interesting. ”

"I've looked up all the information about you... You are just ordinary citizens, you are not rich or poor, and you live very fast, there are no constraints, in that case, why do you choose to die? I don't think it's a boring question. "And, I hope you can answer this question well, I won't chirp about anything else, I just want to know about it." ”

“... Bishop Serra, do you think death is a terrible thing? The girl stared at her, and there was nothing in her eyes that could be called affection.

"Of course, no matter what kind of death... It's all the same, and it's because it's all the same, that's why it's terrible," Serra squinted, the corners of her mouth turned upward, "Whether it's the status of the so-called bishop or money, it's just a collection when you're alive, and death will take it all away equally." ”

"Death is terrible because... After death is completely unknown. ”

The maiden overturns Serra's logic.

"Because no one can see the world after death, whether it is human or alien, including the group of magicians of Endymion, everything there is unknown, so death is terrible. Isn't it? As long as you know that those things in horror movies are just fakes, then what's so scary. ”

"Ah, it's like the speech of an old man who has stepped into a coffin in half a step."

Interesting, so funny.

"You're like those crazy scholars."

Sierra chuckled.

"Six... Are you participating in the Holy Grail War? ”

The girl raised an eyebrow, and then said, "That's right, but what's the matter?" I don't really have much interest in it, so..."

"That's why you want to kill yourself," Serra narrowed her eyes, "you didn't kill yourself to die, but only to test your abilities and the power of the Demon Messenger you have summoned." Your demons are reliable, and you don't have any fear of death, even if you die, how about it? ”

“... That's a pity. ”

The girl slowly stood up from the bed.

“Assassin！”

In Serra's shadow, a figure in a strange costume suddenly appeared, a man with black hair. He held a straight knife in his hand, which slashed at Serra without hesitation. But Serra, after all, was the bishop of the church, and she had long seen the strangeness of the girl, and she dodged this attack in a flash, and then she looked at the girl with a sneer.

"The smell of blood on your body is too strong, the recent torture and killing time in Winterfell, and the murder of the Night Walker... It's all your doing. Even if you can walk in the sun, you won't escape the sanction of the light, Daywalker. ”

"Why?" The girl pinched her long hair, "As a Daywalker, I feed on humans and vampires, and I am supposed to be a superior being to humans and those aliens. Is there any difference between me killing those guys and you killing the livestock? After all, it is just that you think you are superior to others and cannot accept your own death. Too stupid, you inferior creatures. ”

"Yes, you inferior creatures."

Beside the girl, another dark-haired girl suddenly appeared, smiling and sitting at the head of the bed with the girl, with strange butterfly wings behind her. Strangely, both the maiden and her angel turned a blind eye to the maiden as if they had not seen anything. Serra paused for a moment, then looked at her warily.

"See you later, then, stupid lowly creatures, continue to live in fear, and go, Assassin." The girl sneered, the man next to her nodded, and the two slowly dived into the shadows.

But the little black-haired girl remained in place.

"Hello, you're Serra, right?" The little girl beckoned to her, "I'm this heart leaf, uh, I should be a god, right?" And Cecilia whom you believe in is... Uh, friend? Not really, unfortunately, someone I know. ”

"Who the hell are you?" Sierra was still watching her warily.

"Didn't I say that? It's a god," Kokoba smiled slightly, "It seems that the city is in great trouble at the moment, what a pity, your god is busy with other things right now, and it seems that he is not in this world." ”

“！”

"Now there is only one way to solve your troubles... End this war," Kokonoha stood up and strolled over to Serra's side, "Come on... I'll teach you how to do it, win this war, and then make a wish to me. Steer everything in the direction you want, that's the only means..."

――――

Soon the war will begin.

The members of Asgard here were gathered for this purpose.

There were five people in total.

Cecilia looked around, and everyone was very tacitly not talking to anyone, there was no transgressive communication, just like the two extremes of the world. The person to her left, she knew all too well, was the queen with whom she had been through countless things. And they naturally lived up to this expectation, and at the same time, along with that expectation, there was also arrogance in their bones.

There wasn't a trace of conversation in the room, and if anyone made any loud noise, the silence would fall apart in an instant.

But soon, Cecilia won't have to worry about that.

The room was pushed open with great force, and the deafening sound drew dissatisfaction from everyone. The person who came in looked at the few pairs of eyes staring at him, and his face changed to a pale smile.

"I'm worried that my appearance is not attractive enough."

A deep and hoarse voice, it was a white-haired... A young man, his shorter height and voluminous clothes made it difficult to tell his gender, white hair draped casually over his shoulders, brown trench coat that also concealed his figure, and slender fingers clasped basic books.

He slowly walked to the front of the stage and slammed the book in his hand on the conference table. He was the same Mu Delita who had an encounter with Heart Leaf, and he looked around the conference room and asked:

"What about Luo Xiu? That guy hasn't played yet. ”

"He's already on the move," Cecilia replied, "and there's no problem. ”

"Then it's easy to do, Yakumo's operation has begun, and this war is about to begin, then, Lords, as the gods of this world, let that hero suffer a little," Mu Delita smiled, "The so-called 'possibility' thing, how terrible this thing is, she has to understand it well..."