PS: P.S. was in poor physical condition yesterday, but today I got better~

In the black world, time seems to have stopped.

It's a landscape that is absolutely impossible to see in reality, the shadows of the mountains are hazy in the dull hues of the morning mist, and the terrible cracks cross the feet, and there is a kind of absolute beauty. The end of the world was just in front of the horizon, and it was empty, without a glimmer of light.

The pitch-black sky overhead is also mesmerizingly deep.

“...... How did you kill Borenfuz?" Asa asked.

The conversation between the two continued. On the dry submarine reef, the owners of this black world are as leisurely as attending a tea party. Artel looked across the cliff, the breeze from some prop raising his silver hair.

"Even my brother is suspicious of me? I am afraid of Mr. Borenfutz. "Artel couldn't laugh," happened to Mr. Borenfutz...... It has nothing to do with me. How could Mr. Borenfuz want to join forces with me if it weren't for my brother?I don't like the Core Council, but I know very well that I can't leave them. ”

Then again, it was Asa who gave him to the World Tree in the first place. Although the two brothers are about the same age, they feel very different, probably because of the blank space in those years. After losing his memory, Artel has been living in the place where the demons live, and except for the name of Artel that he accidentally learned, Rust and Sloth have no idea about Artel as a person. Who I am, why I'm here, and where I'm going to go in the future are all questions.

That feeling Asa didn't understand at all, and it may be very similar to emotions such as loneliness, fear, and emptiness, and in Asa's memory, there were many indescribable feelings accumulated. But he couldn't fully understand when that life lasted for decades. What will become of an empty heart?

So he couldn't tell if his brother was lying, and he couldn't tell what Artel was thinking.

"I think I'm going to be eaten, right? I don't know when I'm going to be eaten, I'm ...... to them What is it?"

Just now. Artel talked to him about the experience on the Ice Moon Leader's side, and it was very puzzling. He said that Sloth rarely spoke to him, and neither did Rust, and that many times he was alone in the icy castle looking for something to eat. Sloth sent some of his men to follow him, probably to spy on him, but those men always looked like they wanted to use him as food, but they didn't succeed because of Sloss's orders. The witch who talked to him the most was Maureen. So at that time, Artel felt that the happiest thing in the world was to be with Maureen.

...... Artel shouldn't have lied about this, Maureen Shi also said it, but Maraine's purpose of approaching Atelle was not simple at all, she approached Atel to study the black star, but even so, for Atelle at that time. Maureen may be her only friend.

Does he know what the concept of "friend" is?

That kind of experience, as an older brother. Asa had never asked before. He didn't know about Yatel, but he didn't try to understand it, and now that he thinks about it, he still feels a little remorseful.

Asa would have spent so long maintaining the space he was now, probably because. He knew that there would never be such an opportunity again.

Fortunately, this is Romesa, the closed state of space is very stable, and the fallen heaven is like something alive protecting itself. But time never stopped, and Ivan and Maureen were still somewhere. Beyond this sea, there were many people who were important to Asa. So in any case, the calm "tea party" time will still be over.

Honesty or lying, it doesn't really mean anything.

"Then what do you want to do, what do you want, since you don't like the core council of the Wizard Alliance?" Asa's tone was as flat as a breeze.

"I ...... It's hard for me to think about such a question. Artel smiled wryly at his brother and turned around for a slow walk along the edge of the rift.

"It's strange, in fact, I can't understand people's hearts, I'm just studying people's emotions, **, needs, and then using them. My future is what I see in the mirror, and I can't think of anything else. ”

Artel pressed his heart, and in this case, it was more than stubborn to say such absolute words.

"So you're still going to try to kill me, even if I tell you that it can't be true?" Asa's smile was a little sad.

"I don't know. Yatel, who said that he didn't understand people's hearts, was also as indifferent as a puppet, "I think that if I kill my brother, I can probably live a good life, but it doesn't seem interesting for me to live, maybe it's good to let my brother kill me." ”

"But I didn't want to kill you before. ”

"And now?" said Artel, turning around and standing firmly.

“......”

The two looked at each other silently, and both seemed to be laughing, but the mood was very different. It's been too long, so many years, and the world is just a place of snow and demons who can't communicate. The unspeakable sorrow and bitterness were buried under the ice and snow along with the reason for living, and Asa seemed to have a corner in his heart that he wanted to persuade Atel again, but after all, he couldn't say anything.

All those sincere comforts and sincere counsel seem very thin for such a long time of "meaninglessness". In the end, even if he knew the story of those years, he couldn't change anything.

Artel turned around again and continued to walk slowly.

Forget it, let's let the curtain come down. Asa stared at his brother's back, bitterly thinking, maybe Artel was right.

He felt a heartache that he rarely has.

Suddenly, Asa was stunned, his premonition of danger had always been keen, but at this time he was a little sluggish.

The familiar magic that almost fused with himself forced him behind him, and Asa immediately turned around, and before he could turn around, the space began to distort with his will, but it was still a little too late. The red light flashed like a dream, slicing a hole in him at lightning speed, a sharp blow that was supposed to split him in half.

It's weird! How could anyone use the same magic in his realm as Artel?

Black feathers and bright blood, combined with flesh and bones peeled in the distorted space, the assassin in front of him has a cruelly beautiful smile. Asa stared at the face in shock, and at his feet, the clash of spatial magic caused the entire mountain to sink down.

The girl who had lost her wings laughed and fell into the cliff, protecting her body with her gray-black wings, otherwise she would not have been able to swing the blow. Along with her fell was her weapon, a red-colored scythe.

"Angel, Victoria, Electrics?" Asa understood in an instant. (To be continued......)