The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 100 Ch.99 Ring Ascension Ceremony
Mist rolled in from the mirror and filled the bathroom.

Roland watched quietly.

Watching her struggle, struggling and thrusting among the servants' rough hands and feet, and then being punched in the face a few times, she calmed down.

She was bound hand and foot, gagged, and put on a carriage under cover of night.

The destination is not far away.

A cold room and some fast-paced doctors.

She was tied to a hardwood bed in the most shameful posture, and then someone gave her medicine and bled her.

She was listless and groggy.

Roland saw the scissors and the red-hot iron.

Wails of pain were heard.

She struggled so hard that her shoes fell off, her nails broke, and her mouth and tongue were bitten. A wisp of smoke rose between her legs, and Roland could even smell the nauseating burnt odor.

"What are you thinking about, Roland?"

Someone called him from behind.

Roland turned back.

Cherry-Chloe stood there pretentiously, with her hands behind her back.

Behind the walls that melted in the mist, among the dense forests of cast silver.

"Come," she said. "Come quickly."

She came out of the mist, grabbed Roland's hand, and ran away.

She lifted her skirt, stepped barefoot on the grass, and ran and laughed.

They passed through the dense forest, approached the silver lake, and the purple sea of ​​flowers. There were bright stars above their heads, and the wind in the forest was blowing on their cheeks.

Roland stumbled along the way.

This is the place for melons, ticklish feet, and free laughter.

She turned and shouted to Roland, tearing the strip of cloth along the folds of her skirt and tying it around his hand.

Then, raise your hand.

An equally sloppy knot.

She said, “This way, you won’t lose it.”

Someone started playing music around.

The lazy black cat, with a droopy face, leaned against the treetop unwillingly, playing the violin;

An octopus with its tentacles fluttering was hiding in the lake, tapping the black and white piano keys, sometimes fast, sometimes slow; the disordered music seemed like fragmented and happy footsteps, crushing the sorrow and hesitation in his heart.

The bow jumps and the strings vibrato and inflection are applied.

Someone came up behind him quietly, dancing lightly.

A white veil was draped over him.

Roland suddenly turned around and saw a figure snickering and disappearing quickly.

It's a familiar face.

"…Ms. Nina?"

He shouted, but the person who was retreating further and further away did not respond. She lifted her skirt and turned around in a circle.

The dew was on the tip of his nose.

"Sad face, we can still meet again."

Cherry laughed at Roland's expression.

She used her fingers to pinch the corners of his mouth to the sides and upwards, forming an arc.

"The more abundant, the less laughter."

She pouted in dissatisfaction, but her expression was covered by a thin layer of mist, making it difficult for Roland to see clearly.

"What are you thinking about? Now it's time to dance."

She forcibly pulled up Roland's arms, turned on her toes, and pulled him to dance.

soon.

More performers joined in the performance from the woods, the sea of ​​roses, and the lake.

A big-eyed deer holding a harmonica, a brown bear dancing with maracas, and a monkey playing castanets.

There are also swans singing as backup.

Cheerful melody, cheerful dance steps.

You advance and I retreat, our movements move lightly and intertwined.

"It's time to turn around. Can I stand on your feet?" Without waiting for Roland to answer, Cherry occupied her partner's feet one on the left and one on the right.

She even playfully pinched Roland with her toes, urging him:

"Turn quickly, this place is going to circle!"

Roland hugged her and turned around to the rhythm, and then heard her whisper in his ear:

"I heard you cry, Roland."

"Because I'm in pain, Cherry." Roland pulled her to dance in the wind, and everything around them became increasingly blurred. "I lost you."

He felt his throat filling up with grit.

Hoarseness and pain.

"I'm a fool who thinks he's smart."

"I've lost you forever."

The air was filled with water vapor and the white mist was curling up from the ankles.

"Yeah, you lost me."

Cherry laughed softly, her sly grin making her look even younger.

"But a woman tries her best to hide her feelings, and a bird like you who hasn't learned to fly yet can't discover it."

She said, "Isn't this great? I don't have to suffer that life anymore, I don't have to face the cold bed all day, the servants staring at me, the crazy husband, the cannibalistic friends, the hateful brother."

"Now we are together... forever."

"My dear 'brother'."

She will never again be as solemn as the statue on the shrine.

As long as she lives in the memory of those who love her, she will always be fresh and happy.

Roland tightened his arms, trying to use his arms to pull her soft waist closer and closer, until her flesh and blood became one, until she became one with him.

However, it was in vain.

The woman smiled as she put her arms around Roland. She stepped on his feet with her toes and gently lifted him up, then kissed his cheek.

"Do what you have to do, dear."

"Do what you want, dear." "Choose to be a gentleman, or..."

"A monster."

"Wherever you are, I will always be watching you in my memory."

She let go of her hand, grabbed her skirt and jumped back, leaving Roland and slowly retreating towards Nina.

The fog was rising.

The Silver Lake reflects the bright stars above.

The lakeside was deserted.

Roland stood there alone.

He had just danced a duet with his memory and his fantasy.

The breeze that ruffled the surface of the lake gently caressed his face, and the white veil and black hair on his head were woven into a long, soft tail, floating slowly behind him.

He looked down at himself in the silver lake.

Until the fog gradually faded away.

The person in the mirror was in tears.

In the overlapping worlds of sleep and wakefulness, he maintained the posture of ending the dance, and in the bathroom, after the song ended, he bowed to the person in his imagination.

"Roland."

"You're ready... aren't you?"

Roland silently pulled out a piece of letter paper and a mask slightly bigger than his palm from his coat.

The candle flame was burning, reflecting the face of the person in the mirror.

He murmured:
'Memory lies.'

'It is the fantasy of the obscure.'

"So I..."

"Waiting and waiting, wandering and wandering——"

The letter paper with the fantastic story written on it ignited a pale flame in his hands.

When the sleeping world and the waking world overlap, a ritual finally begins.

The flame grew stronger in an instant, infecting Roland's entire body, and erupted upward like a volcano that had been enduring for a thousand years.

Roland heard a crackling sound beside his ears. His skin was burnt, revealing bright red flesh.

'My ears stood up, as sensitive as flesh without skin.'

'Fantasy is the wallpaper that embellishes pain,'

'It is also the chisel that carves reality.'

The ritual in operation burns everything visible and invisible.

It grew from the paper and spread to the flesh and blood. At the same time, it also tore open a hole in the mask-shaped strange object and burned it into pieces and twisted shapes.

The mask, which is as hard as bone, is as fragile as paper.

'The headless match kindles the flame.'

'The spider bowed with its ninth leg touching its chest.'

'The ewe grows horns and stabs the speechless orator to death.'

'Its script reads: Look!'

'There are two queens in the nest!'

The flames burned fiercely and everything gradually faded.

They gathered in groups, swarming towards the boy at the center of the ceremony in the gray vision... no, towards the young man.

The sharp becomes smooth, and the hard becomes soft.

Like a gauze that can be penetrated by sunlight, it floats behind the black-haired young man.

'I am the beginning of the impossible.'

'I am the flip side of the coin.'

'I am the one who gave birth to and created everything...'

The hazy words in my eyes lightly brushed across my pupils, leaving a faint mark.

'fantasy.'

The pale flames sing loudly in the eyes.

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"Principle: Fantasy"

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"Ring 1: White Veil"

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"Veil Coverer: The soft veil will blur your shape, appearance, smell, gender, race, and even... principles for a certain period of time."

"You may use any ritual that does not involve deities under any rules."

"You can't control and actively shape your form. People can only see the you in their own imagination."

"——'Everyone says they've seen me, but everyone describes me differently.'"

"The figure in the flowerbed: the attraction to living and non-living things will never decrease - 'Stone, stone! Please! Quickly! Fall in love with me!'"

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"※A beautiful dream is an unrealistic fabrication."

"※The one who possesses it will always be beautiful."

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The flickering flames were extinguished between the hairs.

The person in the mirror is very beautiful.

That face, which is rarely seen in the world, is smiling happily.

He is being transformed by some extremely high-level energy, and his amazing appearance will become even more amazing in the future.
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What a good day.
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wrench.

"Roland..."

The pale flame twisted and spread out in an irregular shape, gathered and then broke into pieces, as if symbolizing its complex and worried mood.

"How are you?"
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great.
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I can hold more secrets...
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look.

He waved at the person in the mirror, opened his arms, tapped his toes, and turned around on the spot as light as a feather.

Thus, the mystery was woven into a vague veil, draped over the body, and bloomed with the light footsteps.

(End of this chapter)