"The Dauffin family used to have the title of lord, but because my grandfather's father was in debt at the time, he had to ......"

Miss Gregory looked a little embarrassed, but looking at Agnes's calm eyes, she continued.

"My grandfather even used to ......," she said after a slight hesitation, "his only possession at the time was a shotgun, and it wasn't until my grandmother married my grandfather that his financial situation improved." ”

"My grandmother and my aunt's mother are not the same person," she said after hesitating for a while, "and it is said that my grandmother somehow left with a painter after giving birth to her mother with her grandfather. ”

"It is said that my grandfather was very angry and looked for them every day with a shotgun for a long time, but he never found them."

"Later, my grandfather and my aunt's mother got married and gave birth to an aunt, but not long after, my aunt's mother also died, and my grandfather did not remarry."

Agnes remembered the way Miss Gregory had spoken of this, and there was not much reaction on her face.

She just turned her head abruptly and looked at the dawn-like light in the distant sky.

"It's all out of desire."

"What are you talking about, Sister Pagani?" Miss Gregory asked.

Agnes didn't have any expression, just said without any waves: "This drama is done, and it's time for the viewer to give their own response." ”

"But what happens to the extras who are forced to participate in the celebration when the viewer responds?" She looked a little dazed at the mirror that appeared in the dazzling light and refracted the colors like water waves, "Even if it's just staring, just looking at ......"

Miss Gregory looked at Agnes strangely and asked aloud, "Sister Pagni, what are you talking about?" ”

......

His Excellency Solo subconsciously knelt on one knee and inserted the giant sword in front of him, and the light and shadow around his body changed slightly, like an invisible wall.

But the river of countless shadows didn't seem to be affected in the slightest, but it didn't touch Lord Solo either.

It just quietly surrounded Lord Solo, countless thin shadows flickering on it, all kinds of appearing on it, as if it were just a mirror surrounding its only audience.

"Actually, I don't want to open it in this state." Gottles looked at his body burning with pale blue flames with regret, "I should have used a more gentlemanly gesture to invite the audience I was expecting to come and watch this play." ”

"But it's inevitable that the preparers of the play are too involved to pay attention to their own image," he said, not changing his form, but laughing as he looked at the crowd rushing towards the downtown square, "as long as the theater works well enough." ”

"You see, the husband married his wife in order to seek property, and because he was greedy for his lover's beauty and reluctant to have property, he chose to design his wife to betray, but he didn't expect that his wife really betrayed him, and his lover was not loyal to him......"

Gottles laughed.

"Many years later, the daughter of the former wife and her wife's lover, a fine dancer, was also coveted by the owner of the good life that the owner could provide, and the owner took the skin of which she was proud in exchange; Her soul returns to her homeland in order to recover her skin, but she is attracted by the skin of her lover's daughter, betrays her own flesh, and regrets abandoning her own flesh when she sees the skin she has taken from it rotting. ”

"To be honest, these two people are really quite alike, don't you say? Although they are not related by blood. ”

Lord Solo just snorted, stretched out his hand that burned like the morning light, shattered the mirror in front of him, and did not speak.

Countless fragments slid down, like crystal clear snowflakes, refracting a miserable white phantom in the air.

"People always enshrine seemingly rational reasoning as a ruler on the throne, but in reality they only surrender themselves to the madness that comes with satisfying their own desires."

Gottles calmly watched the movements of Lord Solo, who seemed to be standing outside the mirror and as if he was inside the mirror.

"Yesterday's pleasures often become today's regrets, and reason often follows instinctive hints—the purest desires."

He was like an actor on stage, chanting an obscure finale.

Mirrors appeared quietly over the city, dazzling lights flickered in the space, and the people hiding in the corners looked at the mirrors around them in horror and disbelief, or desperately trying to grasp something, or standing stiffly in place like puppets, or retreating into the corner as if they wanted to avoid what they saw.

They are all fully engaged, as if no one is around, their lives are staggered in countless mirrors, their figures are reflected in the mirrors and become thin shadows, their voices echo in the countless mirrors and mingle together, and finally only elongated screams and screams can be heard.

And in the center of the city square, in the center of countless mirrors, Gottles raised his head to look at the mirror scene around him, and after a long time, he raised his hand to cover his face, and low sobs overflowed from his fingers, and tears slid down the corners of his eyes along the edges of his fingers.

"This is what I love," he said, lowering his hand, revealing the remaining tears on his face and the incomparably bright smile on the corners of his mouth, "what a wonderful feeling of lust." ”

An illusory black viscous liquid overflowed from his eyes, his ears, and his mouth, constantly refracting from the mirrors that surrounded him, pouring upwards to the thin shadows reflected on the mirrors, and the people's faces gradually appeared in a state of intoxication, as if they were in the most wonderful dreams.

His gaze looked through the mirrors above him to the night sky shrouded in crimson moonlight.

......

"It's time for me to go." Agnes looked down at the girl who was still dancing with her hands and feet, and then slightly up at the boy pushing the trolley.

The high walls of the monastery act as a barrier to the entry of illusory black sludge, where the edges of the mirror shatter like crystal snowflakes.

Milo looked at Agnes and nodded slightly.

"This dance alone won't take your life," said Agnes, looking down at Miss Gregory again, "as long as you don't go out of the abbey." ”

Agnes bent down, picked up the suitcase she had placed against the wall when she had just come out, straightened up, and walked out of the convent.

Her spirit had risen infinitely, and the irritating sensations that arose in her flesh were almost non-existent in this state, and she just calmly looked at the black threads that connected her.

"What do you hear?"

"Undying anticipation, endless pain, the silent one who will never forget."

Agnes's heart echoed Milo's answer at that time.

A black thread quietly emerged, rapidly changing from illusory to solid.

"Thou art the unending expectation, the unending pain, the silent one that will never forget......"

Bernie's calm prayer echoed in her ears, and a sight veiled in front of her eyes appeared.

It was a myriad of mirrors that shimmered with dazzling light, and the figure in the center of the mirror with a pale blue flame.