"Esther."

Having studied various occult languages with Old Neil, Esther could clearly hear that it was in the language of giants.

Her body responded to the call uncontrollably, still speaking in the language of giants, but not from the "mouth", which made "Esther"'s slightly childish voice seem muffled and emitted a small hum: "Amannie, I will help Dazhiberg out of my own volition, not because of a deal between you, from which you exchange the benefits you need. ”

Heiye smiled slightly: "Although I know you don't understand, I will worry about you." ”

"Worrying about my safety doesn't make sense to me, and what I'm about to do is better secure my existence, which is the 'safety' you're worried about."

The dark night raised her hand and rubbed the soft and slightly curly silver hair on the top of "Esther's" head, and she sighed lightly: "It's because you only talk about existence like this, and don't care about other thoughts, that I don't feel at ease." ”

"The continuation of existence itself is the only meaning of the activities of a life form like mine. As far as you know, even if I have no humanity, even my dominant being is a being dominated by divinity. ”

The night tightened Esther's hand, and Esther could sense subtle emotional touches from the close-knit night, and Esther once again delivered her voice: "I took on the form of a child, just because my autonomy is not enough to leave the land of the dominant." I'm not a child, Amani, and I've seen history far longer than you've been awake, including yours. ”

"Of course I remember that you mentioned the thread of fate to me many times, and compared yourself to a moth trapped in a spider's web."

"I'm sorry about the fate you went through."

"Esther's" unwavering voice was so indifferent that the "sorry" in her mouth was insincere, even like mockery, but the night seemed to have long been used to it: "You are the least sorry, you have helped me a lot." Without your reassurance, it's hard for me to imagine how I would have continued to persevere along this path. ”

"I saw potential in you, so I offered you a deal of 'companionship' and gained a brief moment of freedom to find a way out of the Dominator's land in this world. I still need to continue to wait for a turn of fate to come. ”

The night did not speak again, and the hallway finally reached the corner, and walked over to a brown-red wooden door carved with a cross carved into it.

A silver-haired young man stood by the door, with soft features, like Ganimede, the most delicate sculptor, the only beautiful boy in legend to ascend the temple of Zeus. In contrast to his magnificent beauty, the young man had only the simplest linen robes, and his eyes were also gentle and indifferent, and his whole person was hardly stained with the many colors of the world, like a sketch coming down from a blank piece of paper.

The young man gradually raised his eyes and stared at the night and "Esther" for two seconds.

Then his gaze turned to "Esther": "Zoya, the Lord has been looking forward to your presence for a long, long time. Come back, the Lord needs you so much. ”

No, it's not! Originally, what the young man said should be-

Esther suddenly lost her sense of her body again, and she seemed to be a puppet, still in this strange dream.

The night suddenly stood in front of Esther, and there was a faint anger in her words: "Very good, I didn't expect to see you here." ”

As the white palm of the night was raised, the image of the young man was like an invisible eraser, which began to become transparent from the bottom of the leg to the top, and soon only the head remained.

The young man's face did not fluctuate without any expression, he just looked back at the night quietly, but the white Möbius aura appeared above his head, and the layers of illusory wings behind him made him look more and more like an angel coming out of a classical mural.

A phantom shadow flashed in his young man's eyes, and the silver-white river was surging along the past into the future, and the young man's figure was restored to its original appearance in the order in which it was erased. Esther was all too familiar with the power of reversing the cycle, but she could sense that there was something else in the youth that appealed to her even more.

The young man looked only at "Esther" from beginning to end: "Zoya belongs to no one, night. Zoya is a scattered starlight that belongs only to fate. ”

The young man raised his arm and stretched out his hand that had been hidden under his sleeve at Esther, and he let go of the fist he had been clenching, revealing an unconscious lark in his palm. No, it's not a coma, it died many years ago, but it survived by chance and was solemnly kept.

The lark with its silver feathers, with a little golden light on its forehead, flickered and called out to Esther, in agreement with the sound of her non-existent heartbeat.

It was one of the countless points of light in the depths of her mind.

The gentleness of the young man's eyes remained unchanged, and he looked at the night, but his words seemed to be a straightforward rebuke: "Esther does not belong to you, or to you." ”

The night raised his palm again, and this time the young man did not fight her again, allowing the figure to be completely erased by the invisible force, but the dream began to crumble because of it.

Esther suddenly moved her steps, bypassing the darkness in front of her, and the moment the young man used his wonderful power, the confinement around Esther had been broken.

The night did not stop Esther, only a sigh full of embarrassment came from under the veil.

Esther pushed open the wooden door carved with the cross at the end of the hallway, and ran in as hard as she could, and before the dream sank into complete darkness, she caught a glimpse of a figure standing in front of a marble cross, and saw his black hair and bright golden roots, and his priestly robes.

The man looked back.

But no matter how hard Esther tried, she couldn't see his face clearly, only the corner of the man's mouth was full of compassion.

His gentle and tolerant gaze spans time and space, through dusty history, and looks at the other side of distant memory.

Esther never took another step, no matter how much she struggled, she didn't move even an inch further in her dreams.

The man shook his head: [Zorya.]

A name of similar origin naturally jumped to the corner of Esther's lips: [Dazhbog?] *

[Всекончается，мойдруг，Разрываюткольцарук.] */ "It's all over, my friend, your bracelet has been torn. ”

He's dead.

Like the lark that was held in the hands of the youth.

Darkness engulfs Esther's vision, and she begins to lose sight of memories and dreams.

Her consciousness left here.

The man hummed a ballad tune, and turned his head to look quietly at the tall cross again, as if he had not said it to Esther, but had just read the beginning of the song.

——

Once again, Krestai Sesima boarded the steam train to Tingen.

As one of the "Night Watchman" senior deacons and one of the "Red Glove" triumvirate, he is actually not so idle. He went to Beckland on a business trip in three days, mainly because the "Sword of the Goddess" held by Cresta was an extremely special existence compared to the entire Night Church. If given a choice, Crestai himself would prefer to visit Winter County, where the Sanctuary is located, and visit his old friends by the way.

Not only did he come for the existence of the Templar's codename "Special Concealment", but also because he received a special request from Klein, Crestai brought the potion materials of the "Joker" recipe with him. He was going to complete the matter of Klein's promotion to Sequence Eight at once after the review.

Dunn's report describing Esther's out-of-control situation made those in the Templars anxious, but after Her Highness Arianna received the oracle, they put down their doubts and trusted the Goddess's guidance to let the matter pass.

There was not much difference in the oracle that Crestey obtained, except for the "no need to transfer" cold treatment, which was to send him to the Tingen Night Watch team to recover the damaged "Starry Night Pocket Watch", but left the church special pass badge inside and gave it to Dunn to use as a backup hand to suppress Esther.

Picking up the silver-white suitcase and another small suitcase that he had never left with him, Crestai stepped off the steam train and took a deep breath as he looked at the blue sky that was much clearer than Beckland.

People who have been in Beckland for a long time always feel that the air is better everywhere than the capital of Mandul.

Crestai was on the first steam train, and he had not even had time to send a telegram to the night watchman team in Tingen.

As an extraordinary person of the fifth level of the sequence, with the special assistance of the "Sword of the Goddess", Crestai can already feel the power of the twist of fate slightly. He had received from the Bishop a diary he had written at the request of the Templar a few months earlier, and he knew that "Esther", who had the appearance of a young girl, had been in contact with him briefly, but he could not remember it at all.

It's not a big problem to simply disguise it as a second meeting, because after reading his diary, Crestai took what happened at that time as "relevant information about the seal" and memorized it directly. Because the two were not familiar with each other in the first place, Crestai was not afraid of any flaws that would be exposed.

As he walked into Blackbra Security, Crestai saw the brown-haired girl at the front desk wiping her tears with a handkerchief, crying and rubbing the braided bracelet on her wrist.

Crestai cleared her throat, and the girl looked up in a panic and tried to open a few pages of the Tingen Honest to bury her face in the back: "Oh Captain! I'm not crying, I'm just getting something in my eyes, and the story in this newspaper is more touching - huh? You are ......"

"Crestai Sesima, from the parish of Beckland, I have come to check on the situation for the sake of old Neil and Esther. There was also Mr. Moretti's special application. ”

Luo Shan, who had just been immersed in sad feelings, quickly wiped her face, her face was flushed, she quickly got up from the backstage to show the way for the gentleman in red gloves, of course she had heard of this name, and knew that the title of "Goddess Sword" was circulated among the night watchers.

"What were you worried about?" Crestai asked casually.

Roshan's expression became sad again: "It's Esther! It's all so unsettling! She's been — sorry, I've had a gaffe since yesterday. ”

She struggled to put together an ugly smile: "It's just that after she was gone, I really felt that a very bright part of my life was missing." ”

Crestai nodded, and gestured Crimson Moon to his chest, "The goddess will bless her." ”