I... It's called Jian Tong Dirty Inkstone, this name has been with me for many years, my body is aging day by day, my soul is decaying day by day, and now, I am already a monster who is not a human or a ghost, turning myself into a worm, an old immortal who is hated and hated by everyone!

Maybe it's the frequent replacement of the body and the defects of the worm that make the transformation, my memory is a little not very good, and it is always easy to forget things, although I can finally retrieve that memory from the engraver worm, but there is always a feeling of watching other people's movie stories, obviously my own memory, but it seems to be alienated from the other side of the world. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The only thing I haven't forgotten is perhaps a name.

Woman's name.

It was a crystal person so pure and clean that no one could bear to hurt her, she was so noble and beautiful, so innocent, only when I saw her smile in the memory fragments, my broken heart would twitch a little.

Sweet and sad.

Lying in the filthy sewage of the sewer, she couldn't help but giggle as if she had gone crazy a few days ago, approaching the most hated technological product.

The plane door opened, and the beautiful woman in a pure white fur winter coat, those eyes as pure and immaculate as rubies, really like, like.

But when he raised his crutches and wanted to get out of the shadows, the thin arms covered with corpse spots, as well as the crutches that he was used to and now felt very disgusted, suddenly made Jian Tong Dirty Yan unwilling.

Why...

My heart was twitching.

I think about many years, I don't know how many years ago, at that time, I had another name.

Machiri Zorgen, a name forgotten in the dust, a name with countless prefixes, 'Perfect Score Graduate of the Clock Tower', 'Magic Talent Hero', 'The Youngest Teaching Assistant of the Atlas Academy', these are all the pride that Machiri is accustomed to as the sister-in-law of the Sorgan family of the Imperial Three Families.

But I am not satisfied, I think that magic should not only be used to satisfy selfish desires and glory, the real magician, should have the heart of all mankind, whether it is a magician or an ordinary person, all have the right to pursue the equality of life, whether it is high or mundane, they all have the right to be born just, whether they are good or evil, they all have the right to be born happy.

I'm the strongest magician of my generation, but it's nothing, there's always one of the strongest in every generation.

If I want to do it, I will do it strongest, and if I want to do great things, it must be famous through the ages!

Only such a miracle that eliminates the evil of human nature, exterminates the evil of this world, destroys the evil of the world, and redeems all mankind is worthy of my name.

One day...

Two days...

I never gave up, I searched voraciously in the library of the clock tower, and I wandered the sea of books in the library of the Atlas Academy.

Finally... I found a myth that was sealed in history, a myth that many like-minded magicians fought for, but then discarded.

Winter City!

It was a huge technique that had made no progress for nine hundred years, and it was a legend that used the third method as a bridge to knock on the door of the root.

I grabbed my friend, Nagato Tosaka, a strange man with high martial arts and sparse magic, and finally found the Winter City that was isolated from the world through the records of the classics.

Android?

Android!

Android.

From surprise to astonishment, to numbness, it was only a few hundred meters away, and these numb and cold androids didn't have much to admire, let alone the daredevil, Nagato Tosaka, who didn't seem to be able to see the technical content of androids at all.

After a few heavy breaths, a marker worm bit a passing mouse, drained / all the flesh and blood in its body, turned into insignificant magic, and fed itself, the faint warm current, made me sober up a little, thinking of the thick man with long hair, I couldn't help but smile.

All the way, it was all white and black, white snow, white decoration, black walls, boring, disgusting.

Yongren and I followed an android to the core of Winter City, and at that moment, the thick clouds suddenly dispersed, and the bright sunlight shone through the lead clouds, shining on the small flowering lawn that had taken a lot of resources to maintain, and colorful wildflowers bloomed.

It was as if my heart had stopped at that moment.

"Welcome, there haven't been visitors here for nine hundred years?"

The woman turned her head to the side, revealing a delicate and exquisite face, white to almost transparent skin, ruby eyes, pale red lips, and the corners of her lips curled, revealing an extremely pure and immaculate smile.

One hundred and ninety-seven years, three months, five days, seven hours, twelve minutes and thirty-five seconds.

It was only when I saw this smile that I remembered how long we had known each other.

As if the millennium of time had not caused her to suffer any carving, under the warm sunshine, the woman knelt in the flowers, the white celestial dress scattered among the flowers and plants, although she did not move, I felt a delicate and restrained curling, and the purity of her eyes, as well as the sincerity of her smile, made my heart pound.

Although it was not according to etiquette, she sat there, even if it was just a slight smile, and I felt that it was worth watching it for the rest of my life.

"Are you the legendary Winter Maiden?"

At this time, only Nagato Tosaka, the second goods, can interfere with this beautiful and dreamy atmosphere without looking at the situation, if it weren't for his teacher being the second method, I would have killed him and never used the second magic.

"Yes."

The woman propped herself up hard, her pale and delicate palms were covered with dirt, and then she unceremoniously smeared it on the Heavenly Rite Dress, the white light flashed, and the Heavenly Rite Dress was automatically purified, and the action was so skillful that it seemed to have been carried out countless times.

My buddy and I were stunned.

When the woman noticed me and my little friend watching, she immediately lowered her head slightly, and two scarlets appeared on her pale cheeks.

"I'm sorry...", the woman seemed to know that this was impolite, and she lifted her skirt with both hands and saluted me and Nagato Tosaka, and the hint of a little girl's naughtiness and cunning in the corners of her eyes instantly hit my heart.

If this continues, my ideals will be wasted.

Fortunately, there is still Tosaka Yongren, and I will always curse Tosaka Yongren.

Because of him, I did not waste myself, because of him, we restarted the Great Holy Grail, because of him, I lost her, because of him, our ideals were shattered.

Tosaka, aren't you always the least enthusiastic about anything, why did you remind me cold-blooded at that time that I still have a great dream, a dream that borders on miracles, a dream that I will regret for the rest of my life!

On the day the sun rose, I, Nagato Tosaka, and Zelridge, sat on the hillside, and the same bright sun shone on us, and I matured, and Nagato Tosaka had a daughter, and Zelrich looked like he was the old.

Dressed in a modified celestial dress, she stood quietly in the midst of the vast array of magic in the wilderness, her hands folded on her chest, her delicate face praying sincerely.

At that moment, my heart was broken.

She was so far away, and so within reach.

If I had reached out and destroyed the technique, would we have had a future?

If I had given up my ridiculous ideals at that time, would I not have lost my heart and soul after so many years of torment.

If at that time I...

If I really understood my own mind, I should have stood up and said aloud:

"I love you!"

The Saintess of Winter, Estisa Ritzlech von Einzberen, after she had finished reciting all the magic spells, she suddenly opened her eyes, her ruby eyes were full of resentment and sadness that could not be dissolved, at this moment, she was no longer a cold artificial person, she was just her, an ordinary woman.

She looked at me, I knew, and then in the fading golden glow, I seemed to see that first smile again.

In the sewers, the rotten body collapsed into worms, carrying a rotten soul that had regretted a lifetime, and slowly died, and the fat, white and tender brain worm gradually became cold.

A love that has been sealed in the years has since disappeared in the whining wind. (To be continued.) )