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"Is it for yourself? are you still the same person you are—"

——

Troublesome question.

When the goldfinch opened her eyes and looked at the familiar ceiling again, she realized that the long dream was over.

Will you ever dream again?

As she thought so, she felt the hand on her waist - she looked up, and saw the sleeping boy.

Because he had just "seen" that Holy Dragon Jock, and now that he looked at Shu'er, he felt a little ......

Subtle.

The boy was sleeping peacefully, his blond hair was a little messy, hugging her through the quilt, his face resting on the side of her face.

The goldfinch looked past him and saw the quilt he had kicked over on the bed next door, and couldn't help but smile softly.

I really can't do anything about him.

The goldfinch looked at him for a few more moments, then gently reached out and carefully removed his hand, lifted the quilt from the other side, and landed under the bed.

At this time, she stood by the bed, looking out the window at the starry sky, the smile on her face gradually faded, and the result was also obtained.

It's time.

Although the student council members were not easy to do for the sake of the Sacred Crown's exhibition, or in terms of quality, the Plantagenet did not think that they had the ability to solve the matter - as for Shure, she could not let him take the risk.

Then it's just a trip on your own.

At least confirm the matter of the flower house, it is always a hidden danger to put it there.

【②】

It was late at night.

There is still some time until dawn.

The goldfinch walks through the dark campus, with only the occasional light coming up as a light source.

But she didn't actually plan to walk under the lights.

The goldfinch seemed to be strolling along the way, but it was walking very fast.

Walking through the silent sleeping lake, walking past the people who kept vigil, like a ghost, unnoticed. I don't even notice my state at this time.

But when she stopped in the flower room, she suddenly felt a little cold.

How can there be such a feeling.

She shook her head, waving the feeling away from her heart, including a trace of "ominous premonition" in her heart.

——

Squeak –

The wooden door was slowly pushed open, and the goldfinch walked into the flower room, and the sound of light trampling on the ground seemed a little empty, rustling into the depths. She closed the door with her backhand, and her piercing eyes swept over the entire flower room.

It has adapted to the darkness so that it does not feel difficult to see the environment due to the absence of lights.

It's still the same as when I last came, with wooden boxes and white cloths, like a morgue.

Empty.

The goldfinch slowly walked towards the depths of the flower room, his eyes swept over the wooden boxes stuffed with dirt, and frowned slightly.

There was something strange about the smell in the air, but she couldn't tell it for a moment.

What the hell is this......

Sand......

The goldfinch jerked back, but nothing seemed to happen behind it, only the stacked, haphazardly hung white cloths floating—

She thought for a moment, walked towards the white cloths, bent down quietly, and pulled up a corner of the white cloth—

Whoa——!

A piece of white cloth was lifted by the goldfinch, but it was a hollow wooden shelf, and there was nothing.

Nothing...... ?

Knock –

The goldfinch jerked sideways, looked back in the direction where the sound came from, and saw that there was also nothing.

However, she was already somewhat sure.

The rest ......

The goldfinch returned to the box, and without hesitation, pushed a wooden box away, and with a muffled sound, the wooden box fell to the ground, and the earth was splashed everywhere, and the goldfinch looked at the black soil and showed a somewhat strange smile.

These things are simply ......

"That's pretty good. ”

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in the empty atmosphere, accompanied by applause.

The goldfinch's pupils formed a line, and he quickly turned his head, and there was a hint of surprise in his voice: "You are not ......"

The man came out of nowhere, a tall figure standing in front of the door, half of the mask on his face still glowing with cold light even though he was in the dark.

"Since you're here, I certainly can't be away for too long—long time no see, Sirise. The voice said again.

"Larol...... No, who the hell are you. Goldfinch narrowed her eyes and looked at the tall, shadow-like man.

"As a little girl who just followed silently, what do these things have to do with you, and have you been able to get to this point - whether it is by yourself or because of your sister. Lajor said.

"Oh, what does that have to do with you. The Plantagenet raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of unnaturalness in his expression.

By herself, or by her sister......

"After all, you can't be any Santa Fes without her. Speaking of which, from the moment you accept that power, you're out of the way to the title - what if the Holy Dragon knew. ”

"What did you say?"

The goldfinch's face changed suddenly, not only because of the content of what he said, but also because of ......

How would he know—

"This soil can be used to cultivate the Black Mist - are you......"

"It was indeed me. ”

Lajor said slowly, the abruptly inserted conversation seemed innocuous and untouched, but then, a sharp blade suddenly emerged from the wall behind the goldfinch and lunged at her—

The Golden Bird noticed something, and when he raised his hand, the alchemy machinery used for defense flashed with cold light, quickly blocking those sharp blades.

Is this what it means to get hands-on? The goldfinch was about to get angry, but the body was stunned—

Click.

Blood poured out of her mouth, and she stared in amazement at the blood-colored hand that passed through behind her—

"Did you always think I'd interfere with your so-called exhibition with other new Shadowclans?" Laror's voice came from behind, "If you want to hide the Holy Crown, you'll have to use other methods...... That's it, I've been waiting for you, and there's no better weapon than you - Sirise. Oh, or rather, Agatha?"

The golden finch's hand gradually drooped, and the alchemy machinery fell to the ground, and the sound of metal falling to the ground sounded-

Sand......

Lajor withdrew her hand, and a black mist gradually emerged from the bloody hole in the golden finch's chest, spreading at an irresistible speed, and soon, her golden eyes were gradually enveloped in black......

【③】

Click——!

In the center of the transit place, on the endless mirror-like plane, a crystal floating above suddenly shattered.

"Silis ......"

A soft sigh rang out, and the one who spoke was the one who had been standing here.

"What's wrong - Guardian. ”

"We seem to hear that something has happened to us......"

——

"Someone's crystal shattered. ”

How long has it been since the crystal that symbolizes Santa Fes has been shattered.

"Who is it? Wells!"

"Where's that guy—"

Looking at the broken crystal, the Guardian's expression was cloudy, and he ignored the cacophony of voices ringing in his ears and leaned down to pick up a fragment.

"What's wrong—" was Hester's voice.

"Something happened to Cyris. He said slowly, "Prepare to contact the Holy Dragon." ”

It sounds like wind.

"Holy Dragon? are you sure? Guardian—"

"It's too late. ”