Esther turned and strode into the black mist, "I'm not like you. ”

"You're always denying that, but 'you' is Zoya." Amun followed as a matter of course, walking behind her like a shadow from a black mist.

"I'm not." Esther said without looking back.

I'm Li Xing, I'm Esther, and I'm definitely not "Zoya"!

It was only on this point that Esther had a very firm conviction.

Even if the world in which "Dawn Star" lives has suffered terrible destruction, even if the name of "Esther" will always be forgotten by those who intersect, I am still me......

"What if that's what Zoya expects?" Amon's voice rang out with a smile.

Esther glanced back at Him disdainfully, "That won't change anything, I'm who I am." ”

As Asther stepped out of the black fog, the footsteps that followed her stopped.

Amon's voice came from behind her, "You'll take it back one day, Zoya." ”

"I told you, I'm Esther!"

Esther didn't suppress her anger any longer, and the Pale Spike slammed behind her, her hood sliding back to reveal her eyes that would glow in the dark, the mark slowly lightening, and her eyes gradually returning to their original shape.

But the direction in which the voice had just come was empty.

A black crow feather slowly fell, like a mirror, reflecting Esther's powerlessness against her own fate, and as if mocking her stupidity from the past to the present, without distinguishing between truth and falsehood, good and evil.

Esther turned forward, pulling up the hood of her blood-colored cloak and covering her hair.

——

Between the stone pillars.

Esther sat here again to rest, if it weren't for the danger in her neighborhood when she fell asleep, or if she might be controlled by "Zoya" and make some unpredictable actions, Esther really wanted to sleep for a while.

Ever since she met Amon, her brain has been like a CPU that is overloaded all the time, and it hasn't caught fire yet, thanks to Zoya's additional forced cooldown.

It was only after the imprint under her eyes disappeared that Esther's mood began to fluctuate again, leaving her from that indifferent but detached state, which gave her a strange feeling of being dismantled and re-contained in her emotions.

Of course, this has something to do with Zoya, and it's also very similar to the state that Ulorius shows...... But when I mention Medici, he seems a little sad, am I fantasizing too emotionally?

Thinking of the memories that Amon deliberately kept, he deliberately showed the victims of the Aurora Society to Esther, which still made Esther, who had accepted Hulse's kindness, feel uncomfortable. At that time, "spiritual intuition" was full of resistance, and Zoya's attitude of refusing to communicate was because Hulse was still in the middle of a struggle with the Seven Gods?

It wasn't like he would care about the existence of ordinary people, otherwise there would not be such a chaotic town where life and death are superimposed.

Esther touched her forehead, and finally gave up the idea of going to Silver City to have a look, now was not the time, she had a vague premonition in her heart.

Without further hesitation, she recited the name of Ulorius and prayed to him that she would leave the continent. After praying, Esther stood up, stole the dust from her body, and threw it aside.

She looked up overhead, and a bolt of lightning split through the darkness again.

Unlike the dream of meeting the Goddess of the Night, Huls did not let me directly into His kingdom, but only communicated with me briefly on the periphery. But unlike what he had seen in his dreams during the Tingen period, he seemed to have a little power left to suppress his madness......

Is it because we met? Or did Zoya anchor His perception when I didn't know? Maybe there were two reasons, but there was only a limit to what Zoya could do, so he wanted to let me go as soon as possible, knowing that I couldn't accept his madness.

Esther had to admit that the memories Amon had given her had somewhat influenced her perception of Hulse.

Ulorius arrived quickly, which made Esther suspect that he had been praying beside Huls, and other than that, the "Angel of Destiny" didn't seem to have much to do.

However, when Ulorius walked out of the gap in the spirit world and saw the stone pillars in front of him, he was obviously stunned for two seconds before walking towards Esther.

"Do you know this place?"

On Ulorius's sculptural and perfect countenance, there was a rare expression of distress: "It seems to remember that there is an army of the Lord." ”

Esther was quite surprised by this answer, and smiled wryly: "That was a long time ago...... Ulorius, may I ask you a particular question? You can also choose not to answer. ”

Ulorius stared blankly at Esther for a moment before nodding, "I'll answer." ”

Ulorius's straightforward reaction made Esther hesitate for several seconds, and she always felt that she didn't want to bully a character like him, but Ulorius was not strictly human, and seemed to be the king of angels on the "fate" path......

Considering that there was no one to ask at the moment, and the answer of the "Fool" had always been vague, Esther did not dare to ask the "Fool", so she could only bite the bullet and say: "Do you know what Zoya, that kind of light is?" ”

This time Ulorius was silent for several minutes.

Esther sighed helplessly: "It's okay, if you don't know or it's inconvenient to say, you don't have to think about it." ”

"Know, above the sequence, that's where He comes from."

On top of the sequence! Same as the "Source Fort" mentioned by Amun?

But the gray mist belongs to the "fool", isn't Zoya the "fool's" attendant? "Source Fort" and "Light" are obviously not equivalent......

Ulorius, however, answered Esther's doubts: "Zoya is only a part of the 'light'. ”

Esther naturally thought of the larks: "Like a doppelganger? ”

Ulorius thought for a long time, but he couldn't hold back a better description: "It's a little, but it's incomplete." ”

Thinking of the chandelier-like ball of light on the gray mist, Esther somewhat understood what Ulorius meant: "So he has a strong influence on the 'destiny' path, because he is to some extent equivalent to the high level of this path, but he can't exert all his power. ”

"Hmm." This time Ulorius gave a quick answer.

Met with his indifferent and gentle eyes, Esther shook her head: "Thank you for your answer, I'm not going to ask any other questions." ”

Ulorius stretched out his hand at her, holding a lifeless-looking lark in his palm:

"It's time to go, this is not the place for you to stay."

Esther looked at Ulorius, then at the lark's corpse, and pointed at it blankly, "Wait, wait, you don't want me to parasitize it, do you?" ”

Ulorius nodded, a few strands of silver hair falling down his face, making his rarely changing indifferent gaze even more gentle.

Esther's expression twisted together again, and she missed the previous state of detachment, indifference and peace.

I thought it was only a living thing...... No, think about it this way, it is impossible for a normal lark to die for so many years without decaying, this is probably just a shell left by Zoya's past activities.

Esther gave up her inner struggle, and used the ability of the "parasite" with a "casual" mentality, transforming herself into a phantom and burrowing into the lifeless body of the lark.

Ulorius held out his left hand, and the bright red cloak fell on the crook of his arm, curling like life.

Urorius frowned visibly as he picked up the Night Emblem, but tucked it into his cloak along with the buds.

When the lark opened her eyes, she felt like she was being dressed in a very heavy garment, and unlike the other birds that had been parasitic on the rest of the birds, Esther felt like she was being stuffed into a heavy doll's suit.

The lark lifts its wings and flapps twice, although it moves freely, but there is always a kind of discomfort that lacks a sense of fit, including the perception of the outside world will become dull.

Is it too long? Esther subconsciously thought about it from this perspective.

Ulorius tightened her arms around the red cloak, wrapped the larks in them, and reminded Esther, "Don't come out." ”

The lark nodded, "I know, I won't move." ”

Ulorius stood still for two seconds before he asked, "Do you have a place you want to go to?" ”

Esther pondered, "The Rorsted Islands?" I'm going back to Rune in June. ”

Ulorius nodded, and he cut open a spiritual rift, wrapping the lark tightly and stepping into it.

——

Sunia Sea, a deserted island.

A young man in a black classical robe appeared on the shore and pushed his monocle.

"Adam, Adam? I know you can hear me. ”

Pitch-black stone pillars rise from the ground, bones of different races build a dome, black hollow eye sockets watch the caller, and the magnificent church is completed by their support, isolating the youth standing in it from the outside world.

The black-haired young man walked leisurely towards the front of the ossuary chapel, where a cross was erected that made one feel small, and below it stood a blonde bearded figure.

Amon straightened his monocle: "As we planned, it has seen the anchor of the 'Hanged Man' and Zoya, and I have buried the psychological hints you have imposed." Is that enough? I could totally just bring it over. ”

The priest, dressed in a simple white robe, turned around, his eyes clear and sad: "It's 'her', she won't like to hear your words." ”

"It's not human, and it's not Zoya." Amon smiled and said, "Why don't you see it?" ”

The priest smiled back gently, and did not insist on correcting Amun's title:

"I just want to plant a little seed, too strong will ruin her existence.

"But I also have to say that you stole Zoya's anchor and didn't make the right choice in this regard."

Amon spread his hands indifferently: "Isn't it a little too late to say this?" His anchor in the City of Dreams was originally stolen by me, so how could I leave it alone? ”

"I'm not blaming you," the priest walked up to Amun, his eyes reflecting the thin face of the black-haired youth, "and you wouldn't even be willing to tell me about it if I hadn't pursued it." ”

Amon remained silent with a smile on his face.

Adam's eyes were as clear as a child's without any fluctuations:

"Zoya didn't need any anchor in the first place, and the anchor only distorted his self-perception in reverse. When you take away the anchor that points to Him, you are tantamount to wrapping His fate around yourself, and it will not do you any good. ”

A streamer of light crossed the monocle, and Amon's smile deepened: "As long as I become a true god, this is not a problem. However, this does explain a lot of things, including Zoya's anomalous effect on my doppelganger, but it doesn't explain his state. ”

"I know your purpose is to use the presence of the anchor to distort Zoya, so Zoya has also taken more drastic countermeasures."

"Is it that my father once came up with humanity for Zoya without telling everyone, but he has been hiding it from us? Hidden for so many years? ”

The light-golden-bearded priest lowered his eyes: "Of course not, Zoya has her own methods. Now, Esther is still perceiving everything in this world. ”

"I don't understand." When Amon said this, there was no smile in his eyes.

"I know you're worried about something," Adam nodded at the silver cross pendant hanging from his chest, the olive branch strung on it still green, "Zoya will be back." ”

"Can you let him be honest when he comes back and give me the source castle directly?" Amon muttered quietly.

"I can't guarantee it."

(End of chapter)