The revenge of killing his father -

This was a distant thing for Dick, and besides...... A child who has been trained to be a tool for stealing since childhood does not have too many complicated emotions for his parents.

And, most of them are abominations.

It is an irrefutable fact that the murderer killed his parents, however...... He didn't have much ill feeling for the murderer who was rampant in the foggy night—not only because of the death of his parents that he was able to break free from that disgusting filthy mud pool, but also because if the murderer in the name of the foggy night hadn't appeared in front of him that day, he wouldn't have met ...... She.

Witch Kasu.

In Hemtica, very few people already know the name, no—perhaps very little, for Michelangelo is the only one who knows the name, and the terrible power behind it, except for a few children who, like him, have been brought up by her own hands.

Authority is never without strength.

The success of the dice house is no accident at all, and the witch who exists like a ghost in Hemtika, like a spider building a web, is entrenched in the huge information relay hub of the dice house, and through each visitor, the spider of fate is involved in all corners of the city.

What exactly does she want to do?

He didn't know, or rather, no one knew.

Because—

Mortals will never be able to fathom God's will.

Dick knows very well who he is, he is just an apostle, he should not and cannot ask too much, quietly do his duty, and before the curtain of the stage opens, he can rest assured that every puppet who is going to perform on the stage will be waxed and maintained—that's all.

Everything is a witch's choice.

The witch's choice is an oracle, that is, fate.

If anything goes wrong, the only thing he, as an apostle, and them, can do, is to put his out-of-control fate back on track—not afraid of hardship, not afraid of sacrifice, and—

Do whatever it takes.

There seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes, but it was quickly extinguished, and the handsome beautiful young man pushed open the door of the box, and disappeared into a cloud of smoke, and the solemnity and solemnity on his face before were all gone, as if he had changed his face, and in the blink of an eye, he changed into a cynical debauchery look.

"Yo, big sister, good morning. ”

He opened the lid of the crystal coffin and greeted the petite girl lying in it affectionately.

"Huh?" a feeble answer, her slender eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the delicate woman like a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale opened her eyes that were more crystal clear than dark crystals, "Is it the next morning...... Time flies...... Little Dick. ”

"Uh...... Not yet. The boy squinted his eyes and didn't look at her.

"First Samantha, then you, you don't even have twenty-four hours of sleep for me, and you are getting more and more presumptuous......" Although it sounds like a little girl's wake-up gas attack, in fact, the black-haired and black-eyed girl is still curled up in the crystal coffin, only slightly opening her sleepy eyes, "Lack of sleep is the enemy of women, you little ghosts want me to age faster and more obviously, right?"

It was obviously annoyed, and even a tone of implicit anger, but in her mouth, it was like a small spring flowing water.

Light, bright, pleasant – but without any emotion.

"How dare you," the beautiful young man replied with a grin, "In our eyes, eldest sister, you are always young and beautiful, and you are the face of Hemtika City." ”

"Is it just Hemtika?" said a feeble voice again.

"Well, then add Dark Chaos. It was quite insincere, and even a malicious answer.

"Hey, hey, you're getting too much. The woman in the thick smoke leaned sideways, stretched out her hand and yawned, "You dare to compare me with the demons in the dark chaos, it seems that you have been doing quite well lately...... It's also quite untidy. ”

"Hehe...... Dick touched his head and laughed, "It's the eldest sister who teaches well." ”

"Really...... Flim-tongued imp. The petite girl sat up straight from the crystal coffin, although she was still rubbing her sleepy eyes and yawning, but judging from the faintly quiet look, her mind had cleared up a lot, "When you need to beg me, you call my eldest sister head one by one, and when you are usually fine, you go outside one by one to fool around, and I don't know what my past life is...... No, it's what I owe you in my previous life. ”

She said with a little distress, waving her sleeves to dispel the thick moisture around her.

"Tell me, come to me for something. ”

"Big sister head ......" The beautiful boy shook his head and let out a light breath, "You know, if you can, I, or we, will not bother you." ”

"Sure enough," the black-haired beauty blinked, and there was no emotional fluctuation in her eyes as deep as the night sky, but she said the words in a flat tone, "The person you want to meet...... It's her. ”

The Apostle of the Dice House just nodded.

He—

After all, he is the apostle of the witch, and he is only the apostle of the witch.

"In that case," after a long sigh, the black-haired beauty, whose figure and appearance gradually became clear in the smoke, gently closed her eyes, and her consciousness sank into the turbid chaos little by little, "Then ......"

- As you wish.

The red pupils opened, just like the meteor of fate falling into the earth.

The witch who symbolizes the end opens her scarlet eyes, and the revered person who is in charge of destiny descends to the earth.

"Greetings to you," the beautiful young man with a young face humbly and respectfully lowered his proud head under the surging emotions in his blood and soul, "the guide of fate." ”

"Dick," said the red pupils, without sorrow or joy, like a pure mirror, in which only the figure of the boy himself was reflected, but all that she had now was known by the apostle, who knew that she was not looking at him, but at the thread of fate that lingered around him, and the ...... that connected him on the other side of the thread Someone, "Looks like he's already gaining his trust—but not enough, still not enough—"

"Yes......" Despite the questioning tone, there was no doubt in his eyes, and the walking apostle only bit his lip and replied softly, "I see." ”

"You have to be a weight, a vital weight, that can pull the tributaries of destiny forward. The witch whispered, her immature face gradually clear in the fog formed the most stark contrast to the vicissitudes of endless time in the red pupils, "Maybe you can't understand the reason yet, but you have to do it, try to guide the direction of fate......"

She stepped out of bed, her delicate and slender body dragging at her long nightdress.

"There is not much time left for me," she said softly as if it didn't matter to herself, standing on tiptoe and stroking the young man's golden hair, her eyes moved slightly, looking out the window, looking at the gloomy sky outside the window, and the mother-like tenderness naturally appeared between her eyebrows, "Maybe one day the future revealed by fate will eventually become a reality, but I can't see that day, I can't see ......"

The petite girl, known as the witch, paused slightly, and spoke resentful words in a deep tone.

—the moment when the end came. ”

"So—" the girl's white palm touched the boy's face, "you, or you, are my last hope, that you will be my eyes, my hands, my feet, my apostles, walking in the cage of order in my place, and ...... He sounded the final death knell. ”

"If ......," Dick lowered his gaze slightly, "that's your will." ”

"The world must be destroyed. "The extinguishing of the fire is only the beginning, and when everything is returned to eternal night, the true corner of the world will gradually appear before you—and only then will you truly understand what the deepest despair is." ”

The boy didn't speak, or he didn't know how to speak.

The destruction of the world, the reality of the world—what are these? It is impossible to understand and cannot be recognized.

Although he had known for a long time that the witch in charge of fate could not be guessed by any human being, for the first time, Dick realized that he could not understand her existence at all.

But...... What does it matter? Whispering in his heart, the beautiful boy put aside the incomprehensible elements like a fool who does not want to believe the facts, and only stubbornly reminds himself: No matter what happens, no matter what she wants to do, I am her apostle, a practitioner of her will...... If there is a reason, then there is only one reason, and that is ...... Destiny.

Memories freeze in the rainy night.

For the first time, the monotonous world of black and white was replaced by color, and for the first time in the cold fog, I felt a sensation other than the cold - the petite black-haired girl crouched down, the fine rain trickled down the transparent umbrella edge, and I saw her hand outstretched, and a clear smile appeared on her face without pity or mockery, although he did not say a word or sentence from beginning to end, but he could understand the meaning.

As if it were fate, he clenched the girl's outstretched soft.

Then volunteered to be her blade, her shield, her knight, and ...... Her apostle.

"If ......," he repeated with his eyelids lowered again, "it's your will." ”

"What a child," the witch chuckled like a child, but the smile on her face quickly faded and was replaced by a deep melancholy, "It's just a pity...... There will be a day when people will grow up, and you will have to learn to face this cruel reality and win this almost impossible victory. ”

"Before that, get close to Amy Ulysses, don't you?" Dikla tugged at the brim of his hat to cover his somewhat loose blond hair, "but before I carry out your edict, I have a slight question as to why it has to be that guy - just a glorious man." ”

"The Glory, perhaps. The girl looked with interest at the boy who rarely showed resistance, as if her mother was looking at her vexatious child in a rebellious period, without blame, only deep tolerance, "But he is not a monster that can be described in two words, a terrible monster - although I don't know whose hand he is, I think it is either a foreshadowing laid by the returnees, or a secret son arranged by the madmen before their defeat, and it is a mistake in itself to characterize him by a human being." ”

She paused, but didn't give the boy a chance to interject, and then added, "So, I want you to get close to him—gradually gaining his trust." ”

"And then ......"

"—kill him. ”