Where the hell is this?

Looking at the closed bedroom, Diggie's eyes became heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep.

I can't feel the passage of time - "Master, it's time to get up." ”

The familiar cry echoed in my ears again. The little girl opened her eyes tremblingly, staring at the ugly old butler without saying a word.

"It's time for you to get up and eat. He continued, pulling back her covers.

Helplessly, Diggie reluctantly followed him to the restaurant. On the familiar square table, she saw that today's dishes were different from last time, but she was still curious.

Listening to the old man's explanation of the food, the little girl ate the sea stuff with a knife and fork. Relish the taste experience, the same as raw meat and blood, a different taste.

After a while, touching her bulging belly, she came to yesterday's study and began to read.

After a while, I was immersed in the ocean of knowledge and couldn't extricate myself.

Here the books, Diggie read carefully one after another.

From "Persona of Yanan" to "True Speculation in the Abyss", books similar to popular science anecdotes, to books on magical knowledge such as "The Secret of Spells", "The Difference Between Wizards and Mages", "Magic and Magic", and even holding a book about musical scores, "Seventy-two Musical Notes Recognition", I was fascinated.

The knowledge and narration in these books gradually opened the door to a new world for this little devil:

It turns out that the flames released by one's own instinct actually have so many twists and turns in human understanding. It turns out that outside the abyss, there are so many wonderful worlds, and it turns out that reading and learning is so interesting.

Small greatness?

She scratched her head, though she didn't understand what the kind of longing for the unknown contained in the book was. But that doesn't affect that the newborn demon draws everything she thinks will work for her.

Three or two sentences can destroy a country, interesting! She carefully reads it; the technique of killing can be so subtle and complex, interesting! She carefully reads it; the method of handling food, it turns out that it will be more delicious in this way? Interesting, she carefully reads it......

Like a shriveled sponge thrown into water, Diggie's thoughts grew rapidly, and her cognition was rapidly building.

"Young master, it's time to take a bath and sleep. The old butler smiled with satisfaction and pushed the door in.

With what happened last time, the little girl put down the book and followed him out of the study.

Later, in the bathroom, when I undressed and entered the bathtub liquid, I was washing indiscriminately, and a trance suddenly came. When she came back to her senses, she lay on the bed again, facing the ceiling in front of her, and her eyelids were still heavy and she fell asleep quickly.

"Master, it's time to get up. ”

Like clockwork, after the old butler's words, Diggie left the big bed. Eat, read, bathe, sleep, and start an infinite loop.

In the repetition, Diggie also tried to resist.

But such a weak body, before he could swing a small fist, an inexplicable distortion from all directions came. It's like going back in time, and she's back to the way she was in the last moment, not once.

And Diggie also found that one thing that shocked it - all the skills it had had been whitewashed. Like oblivion, the Flames are gone, the Crystals are gone.

Now she is powerless to be ordinary, which makes Diggie begin to doubt her demonic identity. began to wonder if the bloody past in my memory was a dream I had. It is worth mentioning that the concept of dreams is also what she learned from books.

Gradually, from novelty, to resistance, to passive acceptance, to becoming indifferent.

In addition to the food that the little girl eats, the books she reads every day, are different, and the attitude of the old man in charge is getting better and better. She is basically like a puppet, constantly repeating in the bedroom, the hallway, the study, and the bathroom, these four places are like four points and one line.

Until one day, the old man of the housekeeper smiled like a monster and said to her who had just woken up, "Young Master, the ceremony is about to begin." ”

Rite?

As soon as the question arose, the familiar distortion came to me.

A fog suddenly took over everything in front of Diggie's eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she was completely naked, lying on a reddish wooden cross, surrounded by an unfathomable fog. On her hands and feet, there was also a sharp pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, letting the little girl know that her hands and feet had been nailed through by something sharp.

Blood, tick, tick flow.

Diggie's demonic soul can clearly feel that his life force is gradually passing.

When her expression was misty and her expression was in a trance, the sound of chains dragging came from the thick fog.

A man in black wearing a triangular metal mask came from the fog dragging a hideous machete. A thick iron chain, with a machete attached to it at one end, and the other end sunk into the black robe. And in its other black-gloved hand, it held a writhing object.

"This time, I'm afraid it's the most perfect one!" it muttered to itself in a shrill voice that couldn't distinguish between men and women, and came to Diggie's side. In her calm eyes, she raised her machete and slashed down.

At this moment, blood splattered!

Pain!

An indescribable pain, as the body tore, tore at Diggie's soul.

But the little girl didn't cry, didn't struggle, didn't speak. Just staring silently at his disemboweled abdomen, he understood something.

In her eyes, under the flesh of her abdomen, there was no abyssal breath or demonic smell. The internal organs were tender and lively, and the blood was red and clear—it was inexplicable, and it really became a human child.

"Human!"

In the midst of the pain, the figure of a blonde man and its magnetic and mellow male voice came to mind.

"Is that you? Yog Sotos ......"

Gradually, the little girl's vision became blurred, and her consciousness began to drift. Vaguely she saw that the strange triangular head of the man in black stuffed the long strip-like object into his body and sank into the darkness.

"The second umbilical cord fits perfectly, I can't believe it! Maria, I really did it. The triangular head ended the ceremony, continued to mutter, and dragged away with the machete.

Then the thick fog around him slowly poured in, engulfing this poor pale and haggard sister-in-law completely.

......

While!

While~!

While~~!

In the gloomy castle, melodious bells rang everywhere. It seemed to startle, a little girl in a blue nightgown. Then, rubbing her sleepy eyes, she woke up from the dusty, broken floor.

Where is this?

She looked at the crumbling floor beneath her, the ornate crystal chandelier on her head crawling with abandoned cobwebs, the painted staircase cracking on one side, the walls of the dome peeling and withering, and the once-glorious hall with a thick layer of dust—a dilapidated and desolate scene.

At this time, a whirring cold wind blew in from the rotten gate.

The little girl who blew and looked over, the horn of the towering pipe organ, the rows of metal pipes, emitted a permeable humming echo.

Pipe organ?

Ignoring hunger and thirst, not caring about the cold, the little girl was attracted to the cold organ. The first time she saw the real thing in the book, she was full of memories of the knowledge in the book, trotted to the moldy bar seat, found the piano bolt and pulled it out, and pressed a key jerkyly.

For a moment, a loud buzzing voice suddenly sounded.

Interesting, what does it verify.....

The corners of his mouth were raised, as if he had encountered something happy. In the abandoned castle hall, a little girl in pajamas plays the piano keys wildly, and her little hands jump like elves.

The chaotic sound of disarray, emanating from the towering metal pipes, echoed through the deserted hall as if indicting the pain of its oblivion.

- Phew!

Click, click, the horse's hooves stopped.

A black carriage stopped outside the deserted castle.

The door opened, and a hunter in a black cloak stepped out. As soon as he got out of the car, he had a clear goal, and strode into the castle, and at a glance he saw the little girl playing the organ, and stood there in a daze, as if listening to her play beautiful music.

After a while, he stepped forward quickly, stared at the little girl with a poker face, and said as gently as possible: "In the future, he will be your adoptive father, you can call me York! ”

The weak Diggie was picked up by him and shrouded in a black cloak.