[Western Fantasy] The black-skinned elf also wants to hug the rich woman’s lap today

Unlike most people in this world, she knew exactly when she died.

According to the legend of "The Epic of Annihilation", before anything was born, the divine bird that lived in the sky was in charge of the light soul and wisdom. And the heavy body is the product of the Earth Mother Goddess. Just like the clear boundary between heaven and earth, the body of the earth and the soul of the sky cannot be integrated. They are the feathers and the clods at the two ends of the scale.

What follows is the familiar story of a greedy snake that swallowed a bird's egg and miraculously came back to life. The newly born creature possessed both soul and body, and shared this trait with almost all races on the continent through blood.

So when a person dies, his soul and body will be weighed again. The lighter end will rise to the sky and turn into stars; the heavier end will sink to the black earth and nourish the earth.

But she believed another version. That is what today's philosophers have proposed. There are many types of death, including brain death, social death, the strangulation of the self, and the complete loss of emotion. Death is a gradual separation of body and spirit. According to this view, everyone has to die multiple times and say goodbye to this world layer by layer.

She watched a candle burn to the end, then extinguished naturally without the wind blowing.

Death is like a lamp going out. call. She closed her eyes and blew out the other white candle that was still burning beside her.

But the smoke remains.

This statement explains why she exists after "she" dies.

All that "she" left to her was this body.

Existing, but not living. Emotions have obviously been stifled, but the brain is still functioning mechanically. Like a living calculating machine.

But compared to them, she is the real "Lilith".

The boy sat on the only low stool near the window. Today was a rainy day, and he sneaked into the house. He was as dexterous as a cat with nowhere to go, but he still inevitably left squeaking noises and suspicious water stains on the disrepaired floor.

So when we met today, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed because of his embarrassment.

She sat back on the bed and didn't say anything. She just asked her only maid to make a pot of ginger soup.

Even with her eyes closed, she knew everything here.

The raindrops hit the leaves of the birch trees, making a rustling sound as if there were creatures running on unswept leaves. The cold air filled the room with the raindrops, and she heard the bells in the bells in her ears stirring continuously with the small air currents. The wind blew in through the cracks in the window, and the fragrance of lily of the valley spread throughout the room. It seems that the boy brought her a gift.

Today's rainy day is a little lonely. The patter of rain dotted the window sill, there was no chirping of birds, no chirping sound of burning candles, and the wind chimes hanging in the corners of the eaves broke at some point. The boy was probably bored by the silence, so he casually pulled out a book from the bookcase on the windowsill. Read it out, read it to him, and read it to her.

She recognized it, through "her" memory. After all, this chapter is very famous and comes from "The Epic of Annihilation".

When he read a certain word, she shivered as if she had been frozen by the cold wind. She knew this was a bit rude. But it is inevitable.

"What's wrong?" The boy noticed this and closed the window thoughtfully. So the sound of rain was isolated on the other side.

"Sylvia." She suddenly spoke, and there was indeed some nasal sound. She repeated the word vaguely, "It turns out it comes from here."

The boy confirmed her specious sentiment, "Silvia is an ancient saying about a giant. The specific writing method has been lost in the 'War of Oblivion', leaving only the pronunciation, which means 'distant', and also extended to mean 'unknown'."

"Beyond the limit of vision, the endless distance, is that the 'unknown'?" She didn't know what she thought of, and she gave a rare laugh.

"so good."

That's what "she" lost. The lost name, the lost unknown, the lost passion for the world.

This smile did not come from the heart, and the boy was keenly aware of this. He thought that the woman was feeling sorry for herself for being trapped in the mansion. His heart was filled with guilt and the unique confidence of a young man, "When I grow up, I will take you out."

He was afraid that the woman would not trust him, so he considered his words, "We can go east to Gabu City. No, no, Gabu is too chaotic, so then we can go north. After crossing the 'Winter Wall', there will be no more It is the territory of the church and the nobility. No one will care where we go, there are just two unimportant people missing from the empire."

He raised his head and found the woman staring at him with a strange expression.

She rarely opened her eyes. They were a pair of light-colored eyes like pearls, like smooth and cold luxurious silk, which made people feel chilled by looking at them.

But she quickly closed her eyes tightly, like closing a box of gems, or like an iron cage trapping a ferocious beast.

The boy was stunned. In that brief moment of sight contact, his and her thoughts were connected for a moment, as if they shared the same body.

That's jealousy.

That's definitely jealousy.

So why jealousy?

Only she knows the answer.

She is the blessing of being abandoned by "her", and he is the curse of being cherished by "her".

So she stays in the night dream forever, using her eternal life to experience the most boring and never-ending lifeline.

But he can run in the sun, like a real...

people.

But jealousy is not allowed. From the moment she is cut off, she can only be an omniscient and omnipotent person with no emotions and no ego.

Ruler of rules.

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She was falling. The bells on her wrists were blown by the wind, and the night wind wrapped around her body, and she was falling into a soft net.

She is embedded in the edge of dreams. The short period of time is infinitely stretched and extended, and the dream itself is like another space that is not controlled by the rules of the world.

The body unknowingly split into two, constantly biting during the day and night, and repeatedly pulled between wakefulness and chaos.

Dreams mean that you are forgetting something, and you are also remembering something deeply. There was a lot she wanted to remember, but there was also a lot she forgot. The sense of touch is water that cannot be retained and slips away from the fingertips.

Perhaps it was the heavy night dew that caused soft sadness to well up in her heart.

But the neck felt horribly hot, as if something was branding it.

She knew she was falling. She didn't want to fall. This is her will.

She wanted to run in the wilderness, firmly, resolutely, and with long strides, running toward the horizon, breathing as brightly as the sun.

The dream connected to reality again, and finally the soft breath supported her, and she landed lightly on the ground.

This aura was very similar to hers, mixed with her own elements, as if they were one.

Maybe she was still dreaming. She dreamed of an embrace. It was the smell of flames, ashes, and burning. It was more cruel than a bonfire and more decisive than a wildfire.

"If you are unwilling to let go of joy and sorrow, you will always be trapped in endless nothingness."

"Then close your eyes, dive deep into the darkness, and escape the endless loneliness."

He paused. Thinking of his old friend, his throat trembled a few times.

"Don't open your eyes. When you open your eyes, you lose the protection of dreams."

"'To the west of the sun, dreams have no end.'"

"May the illusion of your dreams last forever."

"..."

"In the Lord of Night, Dreams, and Death—"

"The Master of the Law——"

"Under the protection of 'Night Demon' Lilith."

Something cold touched her cheek.

She heard the bell ringing.

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The situation seemed to be out of control for a while, but fortunately it was still within the original plan. Melissa watched silently all the chaos happening in the corridor downstairs, then came to the porch and pulled the indoor bell. The guards will deal with the aftermath, "cleaning" the scene and collecting the remaining flesh and blood.

Now it seems that at least this Mr. Puppet Master will not appear in Gabu City again in the near future.

When she turned back, she saw the female scholar standing up from her seat, putting on her coat and getting up. She looked like she was about to leave, and frowned slightly, "Aren't you waiting for the master anymore?"

"I have received confirmation." Jane adjusted her neckline properly in front of the mirror, and finally buttoned up the hood and hid her black curly hair under it, "Tell her that Jane has received the 'deposit'."

She turned back and gave the maid a meaningless smile, "I will try my best to be her lobbyist. Bring the seeds of the 'Drawing Fang' back to her."

"After that, whether she wants to slay a dragon or... kill a god." She raised the corners of her mouth contemptuously, "That's none of my business."

Melissa lowered her eyes and did not respond. She knew that as a maid, she should not ask for more information, but an uneasiness that had long been lurking in her heart was growing like wild weeds, and could not help but emerge even if she tried her best to suppress it.

"Excuse me." She spoke anyway. She realized that her voice was too tight and shrill. She comforted herself that she was doing this entirely for the good of her master. Witches would always be so desperate that they underestimated the weight of their own lives. "What on earth is that girl..."

Surprisingly, the female scholar did not hide anything secretly. She put her hands in her pockets, and for the first time her face lost its determination, composure and arrogance.

"A great prophet, supreme wisdom, a half-step god, and the ruler of the future. He will step out from the crowd and lead the continent's races to the next era. Just like 'Morning' Claire."

After her speech, she was silent for a while, and spoke again ten seconds later, as if she needed a lot of time to summarize and elaborate in her mind, "'Heaven' gave him the power to control everything above all rules." , 'Earth' gives him a body that can descend into this world, and when the two merge into one, the 'Prophet' can be regarded as a product of the world, stably maintaining his 'existence' in this world."

"But this is also a check and balance on the power of the prophet to prevent his too advanced creativity from turning the whole world upside down. After all, according to the research on the currently confirmed prophets, they are all pure beasts without emotions, and everything is against the rules. Creation is all for the 'evolution' of the world. Once they reach the critical point that the world can bear, the laws of the world will automatically exclude their existence. Because their existence violates the rules."

Those who follow the rules will survive, and those who go against the rules will be destroyed [no longer exist in the world].

"But this one before us." Jane was silent for a moment and came to the conclusion to herself, "She is a 'fragment'."