Ah, the ceiling that I don't recognize......

When he opened his eyes, and saw the magnificent decoration of the roof and the painted frescoes that he knew at a glance that they had come from the hands of extraordinary men, Mr. Caesar knew that he must have ascended to heaven, otherwise how could he be alone and wake up alone in this excessively large four-poster bed like the eldest young master of a rich family, surrounded by a soft cotton duvet with his own body temperature and a pillow as a cloud of velvet?

What do you say about wanting to save the weak, but in the end you end up drowning in the water, although the wine is so dead that people feel very unwilling, but after realizing that they have died, Caesar found himself unexpectedly calm, because his previous life was too sad, so he was looking forward to the heaven after death that the church said? Sitting up from the big bed, Caesar found that he had been changed into a comfortable silk pajamas, the lilac pajamas wrapped themselves like a mage's robe, purple represented the noble color, I didn't expect that he would be able to wear a purple robe one day, Mr. Caesar was really a little flattered.

He pinched his face with his hand, and the severe pain made Caesar almost jump up, and this real pain made Mr. Caesar sure that he was definitely not dreaming, although he didn't know if people would still have pain after death, but looking around the room at the expensive and tasteful furnishings, Caesar was dazzled like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, and sure enough, only in heaven would there be such a luxurious room for people to live in—Mr. Caesar thought.

"I don't know how a few of them are doing now, but don't follow the example of Mr. Caesar and run to heaven at a young age to enjoy the blessings......"

I didn't expect the welfare of the dead to be so good, no wonder those ascetics in the monastery would live so sadly in order to be able to go to heaven after death, Mr. Caesar, who thought like this, was deeply glad for the decisions he had made before, perhaps it was because he had followed his father's teachings in his life to live upright, and insisted that he stood on the side of justice, and now he will have the opportunity to go to heaven. But before laughing at the poor ascetics, Mr. Caesar seemed to have forgotten how miserable his previous life was, and that he was actually more than that of the ascetics! But since he had always been like this, Mr. Caesar himself felt that he was doing quite well, and even subconsciously thought that except for a lucky guy like Nagi, most people were almost as unlucky as him.

Jumping from the bed onto the handmade carpet made by Ottoman, Mr. Caesar crossed his hands on his hips and took a deep breath, the luxurious breath permeated and fermented in his nose and chest, refreshing and refreshing! The inhuman life of the knights of St. Lawrence College has finally come to an end today in a special way, he does not deny the beauty of life, but if he can enjoy it after death** If it weren't for the fact that he hadn't figured out his condition in heaven now, Mr. Caesar would have yelled at the heavens, "Praise be to death, merciful God!"

It's no different from those evil lichs who yearn for death......

Of course, if there is anything that bothers Mr. Caesar now, it may be the friends who went to Fuyuki with him and Angela, who is far away at St. Lawrence College, and has just reunited with him but has to be separated again. Are they okay? This is a big rock hanging high in Caesar's heart, you know, in Caesar's last memories before his death, he and Martina and a few others fell into the water together, although I feel that in addition to my own wastewood, the remaining teammates are all incredibly powerful existences, and it should not be difficult to escape from that situation, but their safety is still quite worrying.

"Maybe Daddy is right, I'm not the material that can save others at all, sorry guys, I'm holding you back. ”

The door to the bedroom was open, and Mr. Caesar looked as if he had been poured a basin of cold water on his head as if he had been poured cold water in front of him, looking at the round parlor with marble floors and the round mahogany table in the center of the hall. A deep sense of loneliness suddenly welled up in Mr. Caesar's heart, and he pulled a mahogany chair from the round table, and sat down on it, looking up to see no one but an empty circle of benches.

"Is this the life I've always dreamed of?"

Gently caressing the neckline of his silk pajamas embroidered with beautiful lace with his hand, this silky feel was far from comparable to the linen clothes he wore in the academy, and the spacious and warm room was also beyond the reach of the broken hole in the floor where he had slept back then, but why did Caesar feel uncomfortable when the first surprise had passed?

"Angela ......"

Mr. Caesar's mind has a figure that is always unsmiling, her emoji is so single, so that people think that she is actually an iceberg beauty, but Mr. Caesar doesn't see it that way, Angela is just not good at expressing it, she will be happy, sad, and lost, these feelings will not be simply expressed on her face, but Mr. Caesar feels that he can feel it, only he can feel it, feel what the child is really thinking in his heart.

"Soul light!"

Pushing away the table in front of him, Mr. Caesar stood up with a snort, he raised his hand and looked at the magic pattern that was still engraved on his right hand, Nagi had told him that as long as his faith was strong enough, he could achieve it with the magic pattern called Fantasy Master. Caesar didn't know what the limit of the magical magic pattern was that was even more incredible than the legendary Golden Great Magic, but if it was as omnipotent as Nagi said, Mr. Caesar wondered if it could bring the dead back to life.

"How can you enjoy happiness here with peace of mind, Lao Tzu is only sixteen years old! Even if you want to die, let Lao Tzu get out of the group at least once!"

Caesar understood that what he wanted was not the extravagant aristocratic life, the few days spent with Angela in the crypt were the happiest time of his life, and what he wanted was not a large room where an elephant could fit in, but those "everyone" with whom he could laugh! Grabbing the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, the magic pattern of countless intertwined rings shimmered with golden light, and although he didn't know how to bring the dead back to life, Caesar knew that now was not the time to sit here and spend time leisurely. Caesar's eyes were fixed on the closed door of the room in front of him, what kind of world existed outside the door, although his intuition reminded Mr. Caesar not to push open the door full of unknowns easily, but he still took his first step firmly.

Whether it's a blessing or a curse or a curse can't be avoided, since the decision has been made, even if what awaits him in front of him is a burning hell, Caesar has no regrets.

"Give me—open!"

With a strong flick of his hand, a gust of wind whistled from Caesar's hand and rushed towards the hardwood-looking door, like a piece of paper, and the swirling gale instantly tore the door into countless pieces, and then wrapped in these splinters and slammed them against the wall of the corridor opposite the door, because Mr. Caesar wanted to show his broken faith, but he had obviously forgotten to think about another thing as he thought he was in heaven.

"Yo, hello bugs. ”

Gently brushing away the sawdust sticking to his face, Barack gave the stunned Mr. Caesar a terrible smile in return, like a demon from hell.

The question of whether there is anyone outside the door is the question of whether there is still a person outside the door