Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

Iris could not predict the target of the arrow, and she did not want to believe Ernest's promise when her life was at stake.

So when she was in the haunted house, she asked the subject to give her the cloak.

She thought the clown's attack was the most surprising event for her today, but when the expected fire attack on the experimental subject actually came in her direction, Iris smiled with some relief.

Behind that smile, the joint attack of the experimental subject and the clown is surging.

Well, due to various accidents, the promised 2v2 became 1v3.

Iris did not panic. At the moment when she was besieged by everyone, she quickly found the key to breaking the situation.

Being prepared to avoid the flames in advance, she successfully avoided the arrow attack. Turn around and use the ice shield to block the water jet fired by the clown, and then aim the stolen dagger at the subject's heart——

At the moment the ice shield appeared, Ernest finally realized something and quickly extinguished the flame in his hand. He stopped interfering, and the clown didn't have time to stop Iris's actions. The experimental subject, who had only a few months of life, obviously didn't have the ability to dodge in time.

A cold, hard object pierced his chest, and blood bloomed on the pure white dress. Facing the person who looked exactly like her, Iris's hand did not slow down.

Blood splattered out. The clown who had just rushed to the two of them was caught off guard and his mask was stained red by the blood. He was stunned for only a few seconds before he smashed a teleportation stone on the ground and escaped in the light of the fallen magic stone. on site.

Apart from the sound of blood gurgling, the exit became extremely quiet.

In Iris's judgment, one of the experimental subject and herself must die, but one of them must also survive.

No matter who is left alive, Ernest must stop attacking and stand on the same front with the survivors if he doesn't want to get into trouble and be beaten by Gracia by the collar.

The Joker also understands this, no matter what he thinks, when two of them stand together, he can no longer interfere in this matter. It’s not worth paying extra for a foregone conclusion.

The blue eyes of the experimental subject who fell to the ground were full of sadness. In the last stage of her life, she took off the ring hanging around her neck and threw it to Iris.

"Please leave it to her. This is the last time I'll bother you."

Her voice was weak, but it contained an unprecedented sincerity.

Iris looked at the pair of eyes that only showed sadness but no resentment, squatted down and put the ring away, and said steadily in the other party's pleading eyes:

"I will pass it on to her and tell her all about your performance."

After listening to her words, the experimental subject seemed a little happier, and she raised a smile with difficulty:

"That would be better... You remember to tell her that I have no regrets, I just lost... I didn't do anything wrong."

Iris also smiled gently at her:

"You're right. You didn't do anything wrong. You even did a good job. You just lost. If I were you, I would make the same choice as you."

The subject's smile became more sincere, but soon, the sadness as vast as the sea returned to her eyes.

"I originally wanted the guide to give me a name, but she never agreed to it before, and now it's too late..."

She raised her head slightly and looked at Iris with a naughty expression:

"I don't want you to give me a name. I already have enough similarities with you."

Iris looked at her calmly:

"Then you can give yourself..."

"I know."

The subject interrupted her with a triumphant smile, as if this could be considered a form of resistance.

Iris raised her eyes and stopped looking at her eyes which were made even sadder by the so-called "happiness".

She was waiting for the subject to give her a name.

"Actually, I had already thought about it before today."

The subject tugged at Iris's sleeve, motioning her to look down at him.

"my name……"

However, in the end, she stopped breathing before she could finish her words.

Iris looked at the hand holding her sleeve, and when it was about to hang down weakly, she raised her hand to hold it.

"Unfortunately, your roller coaster will have to wait until next time."

She said this almost emotionlessly, then let go of his hand and stood up.

"Aren't you coming down yet?"

She looked at the figure on top of the tower and waved a bunch of ice picks over her.

Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, she squatted down again and took out a thin but hard ID from the girl's pocket.

When I opened it, it turned out to be "Esilia's" name, place of origin and photo.

She threw the extra piece of identification to Ernest, who appeared nearby.

In fact, her own identity certificate was originally given to her by the Ramirez family, so it would not be surprising if they could get another one the same.

It wasn't that she couldn't handle the extra ID herself, but she believed it should be destroyed by Ernest himself.

The flames devoured the document that had just seen the light, turning it into dust that drifted away with the wind.

No matter what fervent expectations and beautiful hopes a longing life had placed on it, everything fell into nothingness at this moment.

"Did you give this to her?"

She asked knowingly.

Ernest replied:

"That's right. My original intention was to let her take the initiative and let you two kill each other."

His words were very straightforward, without any concealment.

For clones, identification is sweet poison and a trap disguised as a gift.

Even the amusement park, the burial place that she thought fulfilled her wishes and brought her happiness, was a tomb built for her after careful selection.

Ernest advanced the clone's physical examination to that afternoon, and arranged the room where her physical examination was performed next to the room where Iris and Alexia, who had just finished their trip to the amusement park, were not well soundproofed, just to preset the situation. A hands-on occasion. It's unclear when things started to fall into his arrangement, whether he was so early that Alexia was allowed to delay the physical examination, or whether he was letting Alexia skip school to play, or was it before that?

Before that, the day Iris decided to take Alexia to the amusement park after receiving the so-called "information"?

Or, earlier?

No one cares about these questions anymore, because the outcome has been decided, and the gears of fate will continue to rotate in the uninterrupted flow of time until the day when you and I are completely annihilated.