The Land of Vortex

"My lord, I found something interesting while looking for information on the country of ghosts and the country of swamps."

The ghost shark, dressed in a gold-rimmed white robe, grinned, and was standing in front of the numb desk with an excited face to report to work.

"We found out that there is a thousand-year-old kingdom in their history, although the name is not recorded, but according to intelligence, this ancient kingdom has unified the world, and it predates the establishment of the five great powers."

The little eyes of the ghost shark bloomed with a glimmer of light,

"My lord, I suspect that that ancient country is the Cloud Ember Empire!"

Mian Ma glanced at the information presented by the ghost shark, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly:

"Oh, it seems that there are many secrets hidden in the history of many countries that are worth unearthing, such as witches and spirits... What an interesting pairing. ”

As he spoke, Mian Ma stood up and commanded the ghost shark:

"My imprint has reached that position, it's time for me to set off, increase the exploration of the monuments of various countries, and dig out the truth that this thousand-year-old country wants to bury!"

"Yes! My lord! ”

It's fun to see a long-hidden secret uncovered!

Mian Ma nodded with satisfaction, shook his robe, and disappeared in place in a flash.

......

The land of ghosts

"Cut! Don't be by my side all the time! Aren't you afraid of death? ”

Shion, with long beige hair, was walking in the corridor of the shrine maiden's mansion, looking at the attendants who followed her with displeasure.

"It's our natural duty to protect shrine maidens!" The fat and thin guard said firmly at the same time.

Shion pursed her lips, looked at a building next to her, rolled her eyes, and commanded:

"Alright, alright, I want to go to the library to read the books, you guys are waiting here!"

"Yes! Mikome-sama! The two guards saluted and obediently stayed where they were.

Ziyuan secretly laughed in her heart, breathed a sigh of relief, walked quickly to the library pavilion, pushed the door in, and closed the door with her backhand.

"Are you the shrine maiden of this oni country? When we first met, my name was Uzumaki Face Ma! ”

Shion, who had just closed the door, suddenly heard a voice from behind her, and her body stiffened, but she felt that there was no malice in the gentle male voice, and Shion took a deep breath and resisted the urge to call people.

She restrained herself and turned slowly, looking beyond the rows of bookshelves and finally landing on the chair by the window. There sat a handsome young man with red hair and blue eyes in a white robe, holding a book that looked like a little weight.

The soft sunlight slanted in through the window, shining on him, gilding his whole body in a golden yellow.

Zi Yuan felt her heart pounding, and she looked at the person opposite for a while in a daze before she came back to her senses, remembered that this was her library, raised her head and pretended to be majestic and asked:

"I'm the Witch Shion of the Oni Country of the Present Generation! Why are you here! ”

Shion took a few steps forward, looking at Mian Ma curiously, knowing that her mansion was heavily guarded, and it was impossible for ordinary people to sneak into it.

"I came here because I wanted to know the story between the shrine maiden and the monster."

He replied without raising his head, and his mind was always on the scroll that recorded the history of the witch in his hand.

Shion frowned and asked with some displeasure:

"So you're trying to break the seal of the monster?"

Mian Ma smiled lightly, stopped looking at the movement in his hand, raised his head to look at the simple girl in front of him, and said softly:

"Shion Witch, you must have never read all the scrolls here, there are many very important scrolls covered with dust."

Shion looked at him puzzled, she really hadn't read a few books, but what did that have to do with him? She said impatiently:

"So what does this have to do with whether or not you unseal the Dragons?"

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, waved the scroll in his hand, and said word by word:

"Because, the witch and the monster are actually one in essence!"

"Impossible!"

After hearing this, Ziyuan rejected Mianma's point of view without thinking, and quickly stepped forward to snatch the scroll from Mianma's hand and began to look through it.

Mian Ma was not in a hurry when he saw Ziyuan snatching the scroll, he sat quietly on the side, watching her throw herself into it so unguardedly in front of him, and shook his head helplessly.

He's been here for a while, and it's a record of all kinds of handwritten books of the witches of the Oni Country for thousands of years, and there are many secrets that no one knows, but many of them have been covered with a thick layer of dust, and many of them are a little blurred because of their age.

Mian Ma didn't expect that there was such a treasure house here, and even the method of mastering the power of the witch was recorded here, looking at the thick layer of ash that was particularly conspicuous in the sun, Mian Ma couldn't help but sigh that the last few witches were simply tyrannical, and they didn't learn anything.

After a while, Aster, who was holding the book, erupted into a series of questions:

"Why! Why is the truth of the matter like this, and what is the point of what I am doing now?! ”

Shion looked at the record of the scroll in her hand, and her emotions broke down a little, as if everything she had done had been shattered in an instant.

"The facts are sometimes more absurd than the story, and the shrine maiden who has been guarding the peace and sealing the monster is the monster itself. But that shouldn't be the end of the story. ”

Mian Ma watched Ziyuan's attention successfully attract him, and then slowly seduced:

"The end of the story should be that the shrine maiden has completely mastered the power of the dragon and told the world that the dragon has completely disappeared and finally become the guardian of the world."

After he finished speaking, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he looked at Aster, whose complexion had changed slightly, with interest, and asked:

How does this story end? The Last Miko Maiden! Miss Shion. ”

"This..."

Shion showed a hint of hesitation, but remembered her mission again, and said with a disdainful look on her face:

"Why should I believe you, whether what is recorded in this is true or not, as a shrine maiden, I have my own perseverance!"

"Does this perseverance include sacrificing oneself, including powerlessness to watch the country be destroyed?"

With a mocking smile on his face, his tone gently smashed the other party's pain points.

"You..."

Before Ziyuan could speak, he said with emotion in his face:

"You know what? The weak are like an ant pinched in their hands in front of those strong people, life and death are only in an instant, and only when they have that powerful power can they be qualified to say 'no' to those who are high above. ”

As he spoke, he looked at the aster in front of him, who was already a little shaken, and said softly:

"It's like the Spirits and you, like me and you. You want to be the patron saint of this country, but you can't do anything. ”

In the soft voice of the numb face, Ziyuan suddenly saw a scene full of blood:

The endless terracotta warriors and horses have leveled the country of ghosts, destroying all the villages in their path, and killing the people she knows one by one.

In the end, she was forced into her dormitory in the Oni Country by a strange-looking, ghostly man, and watched powerlessly as it devoured herself.

Shion was shaken and woke up from the illusion of numbness in her face, gasping for breath, and before she even had time to think, she hurriedly glanced around, and was relieved to be sure that everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

After this wave of baptism, her purple eyes looked at the face numb in front of her blankly, as if asking the face numb again and as if asking herself again:

"Is this true? Will I really have such a weak day? ”

Mianma didn't make a sound, but looking at her expression that no longer questioned, Mianma knew that she had approved of such a fate.

"Jingle bell!"

In the name of the whirlpool