With a "dang bang", the silver fork in Dante Wayne's hand fell on the plate.

The sound of the fork falling was a little sharp in the slightly empty dining room, and the maid who was standing on the side was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to inquire about the situation: "Mr. Dante? ”

Dent did not respond to the maid's inquiry, and the city-state consul still sat there in a daze, as if his soul had temporarily left the body, and after a long while, he suddenly blinked, his consciousness seemed to return from the brink of drowning, and the voice from the real world exploded in his ears—he took a sharp breath and heard the maid's voice come again: "Mr. Dent, are you alright?" ”

Dante Wayne looked at the fork that had fallen on the plate in a daze, and slowly reached out to pick it up, finding that his hands were shaking extremely violently, and countless intertwined and chaotic memories were shuttling and stacking in his mind, and he felt a burning pain near his eye socket, and the ruby prosthetic eye became hot as if it was about to burn.

He turned his head suddenly, and broke the silence in a deep voice before the maid could speak for the third time: "Is there any news from Vanna?" ”

The maid was stunned for a moment, and looked at the respected archon in front of her with some doubts: "...... Who is Vanna? ”

In the next second, the maid was startled by Mr. Consul's suddenly blue face and gloomy aura.

Dante Wayne's face changed suddenly, as if even the air pressure around him had decreased, he was silent for several seconds with a blushing face, but finally he waved his hand to the maid as calmly as possible, and said as calmly as possible: "You go out first, don't come in for the time being." ”

The maid left confused and slightly nervous, and the dining room fell silent, and Dante Wayne sat quietly at the end of the table, and he was the only one at the huge table.

It was as if he had been like this for the past eleven years, sitting alone at the dining table, living alone in this big empty mansion.

Layers of confusing memories weaved through his mind, and "realities" from different dimensions seemed to overwrite his memories, but Dante just sat there quietly, letting his memories be rewritten, repeating softly in his mouth as if dreamy: "Vana is still alive...... Vanna is still alive......"

He looked up suddenly.

At the other end of the dining table, a figure appeared at some point.

It was himself—at least it looked like another self.

It was a gray-hued entity, dressed in the same clothes as Dante Wayne, with the same appearance and hairstyle, and even every wrinkle on the back of the hand, but the figure's facial features were slightly blurred, and its eyes were only two hollow and sunken holes, which were endless emptiness and weirdness.

Dante quietly stared at the gray "self" across the table, and the other party also raised his head and looked at him quietly, and after a long time, the gray figure suddenly opened his mouth and showed a silent smile, and the sunken and hollow eye sockets reflected the chaotic turbulence of light and shadow.

The thing spoke, and the skin on its face closed as its lips squirmed and cracked: "Ah, there's finally a hole in your heart, Mr. 'Myself'. ”

Dante Wayne stopped muttering to himself, staring at the figure sitting opposite, his own "reflection": "What did you do?" ”

"Frankly, I don't know, that's how it happened, the surprise came so quickly, a loophole took the initiative to eliminate itself," the thing across the table shook his head, "but don't you want to see it all?" You don't have to bear the pressure of the truth, and you don't have to worry about any responsibilities and futures...... Everything is back on track, and eternal deliverance and peace await everyone, just as you were promised many years ago that all people's wishes will be fulfilled......"

The thing said, slowly standing up from across the table, with a twisted and broken smile on his face: "I know your heart as well as I know yourself......"

Dante Wayne also slowly stood up, there were no weapons in the dining room, but he always carried a short dagger with him, and now he grasped the only blade, and stared at the gray figure: "It's just a void, a shadow of nothingness...... Do you also deserve to understand people's hearts? ”

"I am your soul reflected in the subspace......" The gray figure spread his hands, as if he didn't care about Dante's hostility and provocation, "The subspace knows everything, including the shallow and ridiculous human heart...... Come on, kill me, and see me again, it seems like we've not done this in a long time......"

The gray shadow's words came to an abrupt end.

Dante Wayne looked across the table in amazement, and he saw a cluster of green flames spread here from nowhere, swooping down on the phantom like a predator smelling its prey, and the phantom tried to dodge, but the flames burned directly on him as if he had defied the laws of space.

A terrible howl and a strange whistling sound came at the same time, and the sharp sound wave instantly shattered all the glass in the restaurant, but the sound was confined to this space and could not be transmitted outward—so the layers of sound continued to echo in the restaurant, becoming more and more strange and more and more terrifying.

Dante Wayne watched in a daze as his subspace projection distorted into a strange puddle of "grease" in the flames, and the roaring and whistling sounds were still coming from the grease, and he could only barely make out a few words from it, except for the vicious curses, there was only one word that had some meaning: "Lost Country!" ”

The word was almost shouted out of the hoarse voice of the puddle of "grease".

Then, the grease was also burned out, and only pale ash remained in the flames, and Dante Wayne watched it all in a daze, and the next second, a burning pain suddenly filled his body.

Incineration of subspace projections now works in reverse on the body.

The dagger fell to the ground, and the Archon's relatively sturdy body fell to the ground, and Dante curled up in pain, feeling as if he was also being burned by the flames, which were tearing and destroying his soul and mind, and in the illusion of flames rising into the air, he saw that the green flames that were spreading were only slowly circling around him, but they did not really come up to "hunt".

The spirit fire finally circled around, shook twice in front of the archon, and spread quickly to other places.

Dante even felt that the flame "puffed" as if he was expressing disdain for food that did not suit his taste.

He felt that he might have been delirious by the pain of the flames.

In the next second, all the pain was as sudden as when it came, and Dante felt that his mind was suddenly relaxed as if it had been stretched to the limit, and this sudden relaxation became the final blow that destroyed his consciousness, and a strong sense of dizziness hit, his vision went dark, and the perception of the whole world began to fly away.

Before he could lose consciousness completely, he heard the door open, and the maid's exclamations, and the scrambled footsteps of others after being alarmed.

……

Vanna calmly looked around the empty archive, trying to find traces of the middle-aged priest.

For the first two minutes, she didn't move anywhere, didn't rashly try to get out of here, and didn't touch anything in her vision.

This is to prevent you from accidentally touching the source of pollution after falling into some kind of illusion, which will cause your reason to be invaded.

It wasn't until she confirmed that the objects in her sight were normal entities, and had given her mind a boost, that she came to the back of the Administrator's curved table and decisively reached out and pressed a button under the table.

It was the electric bell that sounded the alarm.

The bell rang, echoing through the empty archives.

Vanna lowered her head again and looked at the lantern in her hand.

The middle-aged priest was gone, but the lantern he had lent himself was still in his hand, and it was emitting a soft and warm glow, and although it was not dark in the archive, the holy flame of the grease burning still seemed to dispel something, forming a hazy halo within a few meters of it.

Vanna walked around the Caretaker's Lounge again, still unable to find any trace of the priest.

The alarm rings are still ongoing, high-pitched, piercing, and heart-palpitating.

Vanna returned to the curved table, her eyes resting on the scattered pile of parts and the marks written in blood.

The bell echoed hollowly, and no one entered the place.

The young inquisitor suddenly understood—

It wasn't the middle-aged priest who disappeared.

It's herself.

The moment this thought came to mind, Vana felt that the "atmosphere" around her had changed, as if a curtain had suddenly been lifted, and another dimension overlapping reality was revealed to her, and her eyes suddenly widened to see boundless flames burning all over the archives!

And in the raging sea of fire, a figure holding a black umbrella stood not far in front of him at some point.

The figure was tall and thin, with an eerie aura all over his body, and he raised an arm to Vanna in the flames, and a low, hoarse voice came from within him: "You ......"

Vanna only listened to one syllable, and in the next second, she had already taken the big sword from her back that ordinary people could barely hold with both hands, and then carried a lantern in one hand and raised the big sword in the other, and jumped three meters away.

"Heresy!"

(End of chapter)