"People who have brothers and sisters must be living happily, right?" Yuki Aoba asked inexplicably, she was wearing a thin raincoat, and her side face was extremely pale covered by her hair.

The girl who was sitting quietly in the life raft did not immediately answer her with the tips of her crimson hair wet and sticking to her face. The raindrops kept hitting the thin rain cloth of the small raft, and the small life raft that accommodated two people seemed a little crowded, and it seemed so ethereal in the wind and rain. It seemed that only a slightly larger wave was needed to make the survival raft disappear beneath the water.

There was no response, and Yuki Aoba didn't continue to ask, and the raft floated aimlessly in the waterlogged city. In the boundless darkness, there were occasional stars lit up, and it was the trapped people who were raising fires to keep warm.

Every now and then, thunder would fall, illuminating a dark city, and the girl's destination, a mansion completely shrouded in darkness. There was a sound of a beast biting at it, followed by a scream of great pain.

The faint lights became less and less, and the raft quietly drove away from the city with faint lights, and slowly disappeared into the darkness. All sounds seemed to disappear in an instant, and they entered a dark space without light and sound, as if there was no life.

The girl pulled at her clothes as if she were a little uneasy, covering the darkening veins on her arms and the white scales that kept covering her skin.

"A long, long time ago, in a time when it was written down at all, people who had received the gift of God established civilization in this barren land." Yuki Aoba said softly.

No one was in control, but the life raft continued to move on strangely, slowly drifting towards a deeper and darker place, far away from the present world.

With her back to the girl, she continued, "Those who have received God's gifts give birth to offspring, and they also have God-given powers. Claiming to be descendants of the gods, they built a city dedicated to the gods, and with the power she bestowed, they carved out a safe and pure land in the chaotic age dominated by dragons, but ......"

Her voice was muffled, and with her voice changed the dark space. The girl couldn't help but tighten her clothes to resist the sudden cold. I don't know when, but a heavy snow of goose feathers fell in the darkness, and the extreme cold caused the water to freeze.

However, the speed of the raft continued to increase, and it glided on the ice as if it were still in the water.

Yuki Aoba said in a voice that seemed to be extremely cold, "...... Those lowly human beings who enjoy God's gifts have failed to fulfill their obligations as servants of God. ”

A little fluorescence rose on her body, a glimmer of sparkle on the back of her plain white hand, the scales that suddenly appeared gradually extended upward, the slightly cheap raincoat was torn, and the scattered glow dispelled the cold and illuminated the boundless darkness.

The darkness was gone, and the girl saw clearly what was hidden in the endless darkness.

The towering torii gate is carved with totems from ancient mysteries, and the vast Shinto Road beneath it becomes a river, and the water that flows in from the outside world soaks the dusty city in a shallow lake. Huge bronze pillars stood like towers in the middle of the city, submerged in the invisible darkness on top of the top, as if there was a supreme throne.

The lake was incomparably calm, and the life raft under the girl's seat had disappeared, turning into a small boat that could not be more quaint, and along with the figure that radiated a glow. This ancient ship, which was only a girl and did not know when it appeared, moved quietly on the lake without making a wave.

There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing, and the nameless wind that blew in the darkness ruffled the calm surface of the lake and blew away the darkness that shrouded the sky above. An endless glow came from the top of the bronze pillar, dispelling all darkness like the sun.

On the eaves of the city, the countless copper bells swayed, and they formed an incomparably magnificent sound that reflected each other, as if they were playing the music to welcome the new emperor to the throne.

Sitting high on the throne, the glowing figure bowed his head slightly, looking down at the small figure that had come to see him under the throne.

"Of all the sinners, you are the most special one." She spoke softly, not in human language, and the light and mysterious dragon script echoed between heaven and earth, as if in response to her, setting off an elemental storm.

"He who is even more despicable than sinners, the one who has deceived all sinners, who seeks to take away through you the holy relics I have given to sinners, and to try to get his hands on my throne." She said contemptuously, without a trace of impurities, and the most noble golden child stared silently at the red-haired girl who had arrived under the throne.

"But he's got one thing wrong, you're special, it's not just the golden syrup that can purify the holy remains." As she continued, a hint of disgust crept up among the magnificent golden boys.

Great, as if the pressure of an ancient emperor fell, the calm of the lake beneath the throne was shattered, and the raging waves crashed against the metal eaves. The magnificent vocal music was interrupted, and countless brass bells let out a mournful cry like a human scream. Just like the rainy night just now turned into a frozen polar region, she was obviously unhappy and let the calm water surface roll up the monstrous waves.

The quaint boat was torn apart by the waves, the old-fashioned raincoat was lost somewhere, and the thinly dressed girl was slapped under the bronze pillar. The water soaked her clothes and clinged to her body, but what was outlined by the wet clothes was not her graceful figure, but the hard, symbolizing dangerous scales.

The glow gently descended on her, but this seemingly incomparably divine light did not bring her a trace of warmth, but endless coldness, and incomparably deep malice.

Gently picking up the girl's face that had not yet been alienated, looking at the incomparably pale and incomparably familiar face, her eyes showed undisguised malice.

"You have the face of a person I hate, and the smell of someone I hate so much......"

……

Kassel Academy, Library.

The gunfire outside the window gradually stopped, and I don't know the end of the first few real-life confrontations, and the formation of the real-life confrontation, the interim principal Beowulf, read out the names of the winners' teams aloud, warning them not to be arrogant, and at the same time, summing up the factors of defeat for the losers.

Retracting his gaze from the campus that was devastated enough to make a bald discipline committee professor suffer cardiopulmonary arrest I don't know how many times, Chen Motong silently closed the book and planned to go back to the dormitory.

She was glad that the rule that the library could not be used as a battlefield for exercises had been preserved, otherwise it would have been difficult for her to find a quiet place in the current Kassel Academy.

Beowulf was definitely not a qualified educator, and he was perhaps better suited to develop into an instructor. Under his leadership, the new generation of hybrids, who were already over-energetic and pretentious, succeeded in surpassing the equipment department, which had to be shut down because half of the personnel were transferred, and became the object of the new generation of people at the Kassel Academy.

It's not that the professors' group didn't want to stop it, but it's a pity that Beowulf, who is authorized by the president and is also very influential in the senate itself, if he obediently listens to them, then he won't be called Beowulf.

Fortunately, however, he did not forget his responsibility to become the temporary leader of the secret party, and in addition to training students, he sent several waves of elites to Japan. However, with the idea that the official commissioner of the secret party has not yet died, and that it is not yet the time for the students to be on top, he did not send a temporary commissioner composed of students to Japan this time.

As a result, Chen Motong, who was bent on entering Japan, sadly found that she could only stay in the academy and listen to the roar of guns and cannons outside that showed the American style.

Of course, there is another reason why she could not enter Japan.

"Tokyo was hit by unexplained heavy rain, due to the loss of communications, the specific casualties are unknown......"

Television was constantly showing images of Tokyo at this time, and the whole of Tokyo was engulfed in darkness, countless roads were flooded, and huge waves blocked the entry of ships...... The whole of Tokyo has become an isolated island in the ground, and it could sink into the Pacific Ocean at any moment.

Countless people's mobile phones rang, and Norma informed all the half-bloods in the world at the same time that the secret party had now entered a state of first-level combat readiness. Once the headmaster arrives in Tokyo in person, they fail to kill the presence within, then they are the last line of defense.

Chen Motong, who didn't care about this at all, put away the book and walked out of the library. Beowulf, who was out giving lectures, had already returned to the central control room, and while directing the deployment of Kassel around the world, he did not forget to motivate the enthusiastic students. It is not without reason that the predecessor of the Executive Department, the name of the Task Force is resounding in the mixed-race society.

The dormitory was empty, unlike her, a fake cadre, Susie, as the third-in-command of the Lionheart, still had a lot of work waiting for her in the school. Knowing that Chen Motong had successfully completed the internship in the equipment department ahead of schedule, the teachers and students who originally wanted to make her A-level bloodline show off their skills were silent, and then they never mentioned it again.

Therefore, when her colleagues in Japan were in a hot state and the whole college was busy, she was the most leisurely group of people.

Changing into light clothes, looking at himself who seemed to have changed a little more in the mirror, Chen Motong was expressionless, and Chen Motong, who looked indifferent, still let out a long sigh.

"Did you know that taking care of your hair is troublesome......

Then, she suddenly paused, because her shadow in the mirror became a little unfamiliar.

The red and white witch costume, the conspicuous and familiar red hair and the child's holes, and the familiar face is so pale that there is no trace of blood...... The same expressionless, childish girl who was still full of numbness looked through the mirror silently and Chen Motong at the other end of the mirror.

Chen Motong held his forehead, and with this shadow similar to her, there was also an unusually confused memory.

She looked at herself, or rather the girl in the mirror, in an antique, but unusually austere Japanese-style room. This room is plain and has no windows, like a cage. Excluding a few plush dolls, the only thing that can be counted as entertainment equipment is the game console.

The girl sat in front of the display screen holding a gamepad, and the light of the display screen illuminated her plain white and beautiful little face, but in the pair of crimson eyes similar to Chen Motong, there was a deep numbness.

"In this world, there is a girl like you." A voice suddenly sounded behind Chen Motong.

Wearing a wooden dragon head mask, dressed in a cumbersome priest costume, and his red hair almost hanging to the ground, the priest of the distant era once again entered Chen Motong's consciousness.

"Won't you say hello before you come?" Chen Motong's face was full of dissatisfaction, and then he turned to face the girl in the witch costume.

The girl looked to be her age, and her height and figure were very close. If someone suddenly came up and told her that this was her sister, she might have believed it when she was suspicious. Because it seems that more than a thousand years ago, there was a "sister" similar to her who caused a war between man and dragon.

"She is an existence similar to you, but the person who nurtured her doesn't seem to know the truth about me behind her." The priest said softly, and the red eyes exposed above the mask looked at the somewhat numb girl, revealing a deep sadness.

After being silent for a while, Chen Motong retracted his gaze: "This is the reason why you don't let me go to Japan?" ”

Originally, it was impossible to let her stay in school well, but when she secretly mixed with the Nemoakh, intending to rub against the ship of her mentor Rundstead, and enter Japan with Ye Sheng and Jiude Aki, she lost consciousness inexplicably. When she woke up again, she was back in her dormitory at the Kassel Academy. Susie, who was in the same dormitory, told her that she was quiet on the way back as if she had changed into a different person, and then she knew who had done it.

"It's just one of them." The priest looked at the girl silently and said, "An ancient will has awakened and cast its eyes on her. ”

The priest turned around, looked at Chen Motong solemnly and said, "Compared to her, you are closer to my existence, once you are discovered by her......"

"Then she can follow me to find you, and thus find your secret that has been hidden for an unknown number of years." Chen Motong helped her finish the rest of the words.

She glanced lightly at the silent priest, and asked seemingly nonchalantly, "But I always feel that she may be looking for you not only because of that." I think there may be somewhat, more personal reasons. ”

Falling into a long silence, the priest silently glanced up at her, and there seemed to be an indescribable vicissitudes in the child's hole, which was almost the same as Chen Motong.

"You're right." She whispered, "She, the White Emperor, is the most disgusted existence in the world, and there is no one ......."