The brick and stone garden towered over the infinite world, and when you looked out from the steps where the black-haired youth stood, you could see only an endless gray-black stretching beneath the blood moon.

At the top, it appears to be a bell tower-like structure, its spire almost touching the scarlet disc in the sky.

But the fog obscured everything.

Yager looked sideways, "What is that place again?" ”

It does look familiar, but it's a little weird, as if these vague buildings should have been somewhere else.

But the memory seems to be completely dead, and it doesn't provide the slightest clue.

Does the healing church belong there, too?"

After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but add.

Weapons and blood needles that can be brought out at any time are his main source of knowledge about his past. Obviously, the name of this church is mentioned repeatedly in it, and it is the maker of numerous objects.

Miss Doll's flawless perfect jaw tauted slightly: "Yes, good hunter." ”

"But I'm sorry, I can't tell you any further news, and your existence may change in the unknown as a result."

"I don't want to ruin your original plan."

"Do you want to go inside the workshop? It has remained as it has been. Perhaps, you are willing to draw some new inspiration from your pre-victory self. ”

She tactfully declined the hunter's inquiry.

Miss Doll's dark golden eyelashes trembled slightly, setting off her azure eyes sparkling. If someone who was familiar with her in the past saw it, they would feel that this lady was a little unconscious.

However, it will not be tangled.

After all, Miss Doll is a doll, what selfish motives can she have?

As always, she folded her hands and watched her hunter.

"Okay." Ignorant of this, Yager sighed and did not continue to ask.

Miss Doll bowed gracefully in front of him and walked up the steps of the only building in the center of the garden. After returning the salute, the black-haired youth followed her.

The room, which had not been visited for many years, finally had its owner once again.

The workshop was dressed in a style similar to that of the nobles of Beckland, with a crimson carpet spreading inward from the entrance to the glossically carved statue of the goddess at the end.

In front of the idol, there is an ornate wooden altar covered with crimson rune cloth like the ground. Countless pure white candles burned on the countertop, and a large area of dried blood around the center revealed a strange aura.

On the left and right walls hang a variety of weapons, ranging from silver bows and arrows to thick scabbards with intricate patterns.

Behind the dark black storage compartment at the entrance is a workbench full of dazzling tools, and even a few dark red gems on it, exuding a unique texture.

On the seat was a pure black trench coat stained with dark red blood.

Everything reveals the breath of life.

It was as if the owner of the house had started an ordinary day, but there was something urgent, and he casually put down the items in his hand and prepared to clean up when he came back from going out.

Then, he never came back.

Without exception, they brought Yager a strong emotion.

Is it sadness, or is it nostalgia?

This seems to be the hometown that did not return on time.

The bright dark eyes of the black-haired young man slowly dimmed, and long-term emotions welled up in his heart, making him unconsciously stunned for a while, remembering his possible past.

Why did the hunter who put an end to the nightmare by hunting monsters become a new lifeform?

The victory was followed by an outcome that even he did not expect.

"Good hunter, all your original belongings are kept here. Runes from the past can be replaced at the altar, and weapons can be modified at the crafting table. ”

"Hopefully, this will help you find value in your waking world."

The puppet lady whispered about the furnishings in the room, then stood silently to the side, waiting for the hunter's action.

Just like in the past.

The outskirts of Beckland, the Prince's mansion.

In the aftermath of the Great Smog event in the East End, Prince Edsak, as planned by the royal family, fell victim to the operation. But the difference is that because the royal family and the witch sect did not succeed, they were not killed in a hurry, but were placed under house arrest and waited for the next use.

But Tris-Cheek didn't want to end up like that.

In the manor's resplendent bedroom, Triss paced anxiously around the room, waiting for her ready rescue.

"Do you really think you'll succeed?" Prince Edsak, half-leaning on the bed, looked at her and whispered.

"You've asked this question a dozen times! I told you, I've already planned it. Triss glared at him irritably, her beautiful eyes full of anger, "What else would we do?" You prince don't have any power, the royal family and the witch sect are ready to give up on us, and the next event will be our death. ”

"Do you really want to comfort each other with me in the manor and wait for death?"

Edsak Augustus heard this, and his expression was uncontrollably distorted and embarrassed.

After all, who would have thought?

Before the end of the Great Smog Incident, the princess he was in love with with his heart actually told him that she was a man!!

Male?!

The storm was on top, and he never thought he would be good at fencing!

Remembering the disbelief and horror he had heard, Edsak still felt a pang of chokeness.

The original 'he chased him and fled' had a bad color.

"Ahem, I just think the rescue you want to rely on isn't reliable. After all, we can't predict high-level thinking, and perhaps in their eyes, we are just consumables of some use. Edsak coughed to hide his embarrassment.

But this only gave Triss a chill: "Don't talk to me like that!" I told you, I'm not a woman! ”

"As for rescue, you don't have to worry about it. I have my own extraordinary items as a backup scheme. Even if that high sequence isn't ready to help me, I can at least get out of Bakeland. ”

"For the sake of you who tried to let me go, I'll try to come back and help you."

At the end, her tone was slightly awkward.

As Tris, the instigator of the criminals, he never expected to form friendships or cooperate with others.

In this warm room where the two of them had rolled countless times, the two looked at each other in silence, their eyes full of mixed emotions.

There was a knock on the door.

"Miss Cheek, it's me, Talim." A muffled male voice came from outside the door.

Triss suddenly detached herself from the gaze, and her face turned slightly ugly at the thought of what she had done. Avoiding Edsak's gaze, he quickly dragged his suitcase out from under the coffee table.

"I'm leaving. Pay attention to yourself. ”

She pressed the brim of her hat, put on a plain linen overalls, quietly pushed open the door and walked out.

Edsak stared silently at her departing back.

(End of chapter)