This time, Ulysses was hurt more than any before. Even if he accepted the "ritual" of Aya and Helen, and repaired all the injuries on his body with the help of the power of the infinite ** realm that he unconsciously activated, he still couldn't regain consciousness immediately.

In the small room of the old castle, he fell asleep quietly. Around his room, there were already crystal flowers, which were a testament to Helen's love for him these days.

At this moment, she sat on the edge of Ulysses' bed, looking at him with focused and sweet eyes, listening to his breathing and feeling his temperature.

Such a time, for her, is the greatest happiness in her dreams.

Giving everything to Ulysses, giving his life, passion, hope, all to the person in front of him, this is the simple and persistent expression of love of the First Apostle.

And Ulysses, surrounded by crystal flowers, is now dreaming.

Maybe it's not too appropriate to say that dreams, because they are all memories of his past, consciously or unconsciously, the softest part of his heart.

Yulia, the girl who is unique in this world.

Yuria, his gentle and lovely, strong and weak sister.

Yulia, for whom there is no substitute for an important person.

It's as if the wound that should have been gradually healed has been torn open again, and the battle with Lala has made his hidden thoughts about Yulia erupt like a volcano.

I have thought more than once about what would have happened if the contract had been successful at that time, if Lara had not appeared at that time, and if he had more strength to keep Yulia behind.

However, no matter how much you miss it, the reality is still cruel and unforgiving. Yuria was nowhere now, and even what might have been the last remaining fragment had disappeared under Lara's divine sword.

Actually, he really didn't care at all. No matter what Yulia becomes, whether it is the soul that resents him, the devil who curses his death, or the soul that deviates from the laws of this world. As long as it was Yuria, he wanted to stay, even if it was unscrupulous, even if it was to use the power of the Demon King.

But in the end, he couldn't keep Yulia. Even though he had tried his best, even though he had used all the strength he knew, he still failed.

It wasn't entirely because of Lara's fatal blow, in fact, the ritual of making Yulia his apostle had failed until then, and the reason why it continued was only because he was unwilling to fulfill this wish by forcing the abyss to convict him.

However, the power of the Abyssal Judgment is not used to do such a thing, even if it can output nearly infinite magic power, Yuria, who is already shattered, cannot accept that power.

"Failed......" Ulysses had never felt so unwilling, obviously only a little, just a little short of him could fulfill his wish. Even if it was just a fragment left by Yulia, he wanted to keep it all by his side.

"Why?" Ulysses looked up and stared at the golden ocean of stars around him, in which he was the only one now, like a god looking at the entire starry world.

Why can't it be done, why can't it be? Ulysses asked himself, and this golden sea of chaos kept changing new shapes with the violent fluctuations of his feelings.

Not far from Ulysses, above the only star that had been fully formed, all life fell into a deep sleep, as if waiting for something to come.

The gray mist had completely dispersed over the star, revealing the vast land above the star, and countless starlight shone on the land, making the star look like a child pampered by the starry sky.

"Yulia. Ulysses stretched out his hand, as at that moment, as at that moment, he wanted to reverse the laws of this world and keep Yulia, who no longer existed, by his side again.

The starry sky responded to Ulysses' will and began to spin rapidly. In this starry sky, Ulysses is the only absolute law. No matter what kind of stars they are in, what form they are in, they follow the supreme law - Ulysses.

The world is revolving for him, and he is the only center of this world, the eternal highest.

While constantly spinning, some fragments, I don't know how much of your information hidden in the depths of this sea of stars, returned to Ulysses's side, and then became a part of his body.

"Miracles are nowhere to be found, and the more you look for them, the more you can't find them. ”

"The truth may be a lie, or it may be a joke. ”

"If you really want it, then ......"

Ulysses' eyes turned a pale gray, and standing in the middle of this sea of stars, he no longer looked like a young man, but more like a tired and indifferent traveler who had experienced too much.

"Daddy!" came a cheerful and familiar girlish voice, whose owner was obviously far from being an adult, full of children's unique children's voices, like a little blue bird singing.

"Helen?" Ulysses opened his eyes, with a hint of confusion and a hint of determination.

In front of him appeared a familiar girl in white pajamas, and in the haze, he seemed to see a trace of his own fantasy in her.

"Daddy, are you alright?" Helen sat down obediently beside Ulysses, and measured the temperature of his forehead with her little hand.

"It doesn't matter anymore. Ulysses smiled and touched Helen's head, an action that was so comfortable that she couldn't help but feel her long silky silver hair on his chest.

Ulysses found that, not knowing what was happening, his sense of Helen became clearer and more affectionate. You don't even need to look at it to know that she is by your side, ready to listen to her obediently.

The crystal in the room looked very familiar, as if it had been seen somewhere before...... "Master, are you awake?" Aya's petite figure next to the window fell gently, and the wings behind her were naturally retracted.

"Thank you, Aya. Ulysses touched his knee, where the injury was completely gone, indicating that his body was recovering better than before.

However, it was not this kind of power that he wanted at the moment.

"Aya, do you know any dark magic that can resurrect the dead?" Ulysses calmly sought answers from Aya as if it weren't a big deal at all.

"Yes, there are many kinds. Aya gave Ulysses a very positive answer. Dark magic is originally a kind of magic that distorts the common sense of the world, and the topic of resurrection of the dead is the most core field of this series of magic.

The magic that resurrects the dead, she has it.

(To be continued)