Pastor's Tantra

For some reason, looking at Sherlock in front of me, another picture suddenly appeared in front of Aivas-

It was the translucent Lucifer standing in front of him, whispering the scene of the past of the snake in the past.

"—The same is true for snakes. When snakes lie, they always tell the truth. Just like you.

“—He has sincere feelings for us, but for a higher purpose, he has to abandon us.

"—He did not seek my consent, so he used me as a sacrifice. I was not satisfied with this. But he felt guilty and pain for it, so I forgive him. He cut off his goodness, It is you. You suffer for this, it is his past pain; when a person has sin, he must repent, and when he repents, he must atone for his sins.

"—Will you still deceive me? Like we did in the past."

Every word and sentence are all marked with blood. Evas had only heard of it once, but he had it firmly engraved it in his heart.

Maybe it's because of shock, maybe it's because of tenderness.

It’s like watching a person stabbing a needle into his fingers and lifting his nails... Even if he has never suffered a similar injury, when he sees a similar picture or even just text, he will feel the corresponding pain in his heart.

How similar is Esping and Lucifer at that time to the present Evas and Sherlock?

"Is this also a kind of 'head-tail ring'..."

Aivas moved his lips slightly and murmured in a low voice.

Some ripples appeared in his eyes.

But it was not shaken.

Because Evas still remembers how he promised Lucifer at that time-

“I don’t make promises like ‘I will never betray’ or ‘I will never lie’. All I can say is that everything I do is worthy of my heart.

"—I will never do anything that will make me regret. I will not cut off my regretful heart!"

Aivas closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened my eyes again, my heart became stronger.

In any case, he is different from Huantiansi.

Just like the last sentence left by Lucifer: "I am just a little sad. We could have faced the end of the world together, but he didn't need to be so lonely... to the point of being crazy..."

And Evas, he was never as lonely as Huantiansi. He is surrounded by his followers, his friends, and his lover. It was the person he promised to protect. He vowed to guide them like the sun, and would rather burn himself to the point...

"Ms. Haibaxia, I have a problem..."

And at this time, Sherlock's words distracted Evas.

"--I know."

But Haibaxia just raised her hands slightly and signaled Sherlock not to say anything more.

Today's Haibaxia wears a dark green long dress that is reminiscent of the forest.

Compared to her tender and elegant appearance, this outfit looks surprisingly mature. She sat dignifiedly on the wooden high chair with her legs, so she looked taller than Aivas and Sherlock.

"You are trying to ask... about Hermes, right?"

Haibaxia looked at Sherlock with some sorrow.

The glow of emotion flashed in her pupils for the first time.

“—You are not him.”

Haibaxia whispered softly: "Not."

Sherlock was so shocked when she was recognized by "The Secret of Fools". It was not until then that she looked at Sherlock with her eyes on her for the first time... and finally saw his appearance clearly.

That was a face that I had almost forgotten, but once I remembered it, I could never forget it again.

Like a branding.

Pain everywhere.

Every line and sentence I recall is full of blood leakage.

"...Dionis and the banquet master merged with each other and had two souls. The fool who resisted the gods and was so energetic that he eventually became a member of the gods."

Haibasha looked at Sherlock, as if he was talking to him, and as if he was whispering to another person: "The Secretariat of Fools" is not some kind of knowledge that hopes to be passed down. It is the kind of resistance The heart of rebellion.

“One of the authors of this book is me. The other author is Hermes.

"If you still remember the preface in the book, you will remember that I called it crocus. The name crocus, which is Colocus... He is Hermes's brother. He was murdered by him. The innocent child who tried to bury it again."

Hearing this, Evas opened his eyes slightly.

He suddenly realized something and looked at the dolls he brought.

The height of thirty centimeters to less than half a meter is the same size as the "fufu" series dolls launched by Sega. If those elf girls in gorgeous long skirts look carefully... they will feel that they are quite similar to Haibaxia at this moment.

Haibaxia also followed Aivas's gaze and murmured: "White daffodils, yellow laurels, blood-red anemones, blue hyacinths, pink and purple crocuses...

"Do you know why I named them with these flowers?"

Aivas and Sherlock were both silent.

But Isabel opened her eyes slightly, and she vaguely sensed something trembling.

——That is the power of "beauty".

"Narcissus...he is the handsomest teenager among us, named Naxos."

Haibaxia whispered: “After the fool died, he died soon. He turned himself into a part of the eternal beauty in order to pursue deeper beauty.

"He saw himself in the lake and felt that it was the highest beauty. So he jumped without hesitation... and did not rise until he drowned. Now he is one of the mirror keepers of the twin mirror.

"Laurel - there is a girl named Daphne. She is very beautiful and is a worshiper of the Moon Angel. At that time, the Moon Angel split up, Yang's self fell in love with her... She swears that she doesn't love anyone outside the Moon Angel, and I did not recognize that it was part of the moon angel she worshiped. She gradually turned into a laurel tree in the long and destined to be undesirable, and is still the dancer of my constant."

"…Is the elves' tree-like disease?"

Aivas murmured.

The split Yang self of the moon angel... Isn't that the Xitiansi split from the eternal self?

"Anemone and Hyacinth are similar stories."

Haibasha turned around and looked at Evas: "They were all tree-formed elves...all our friends. One went to the Kingdom of Giant Trees, and the other went to the Amber Forest."

"Only crocus...is it the dead brother of Hermes, right?"

Sherlock was silent for a while before saying slowly.

He had guessed the truth.

The Lord of Scale Feathers said: "A apostle of the Sand Timepiece once threw a frisbee in the material world, but he failed and accidentally killed an elf young son. This innocent child who was beaten to death is called Korox. , he was the original crocus."

【Original】 crocus.

When Sherlock questioned the end of the fool, Haibasha said this:

"This book is definitely out of print - only I will have a heritage here. I don't hide this at all. You are the first person to be recognized by this book... If you can't hear it, I will be disappointed."

The reason why Haibaxia said this...

"The crocus is his past sin, symbolizing him. The other four flowers symbolize friends."

Haibaxia turned around and looked at the doll, her pupils filled with tenderness: "I let them accompany the crocus... just like we were with him in the past."

She stood up from the high chair and stepped on the azure blue illusory steps that emerged from the void, step by step to the five dolls.

She reached out and touched the doll girl in a pink and purple long skirt, and it gradually floated up and emitting a pink and purple glimmer.

"—Because she is Hermes' daughter. She is the sister of the same fertility as the same eggs and the name I gave her is Colocuss."

"Graytiansi..."

Hearing this, Evas opened his eyes slightly: "Can it be..."

"oh?"

The young elf girl turned to look at Evas, her lips slightly raised: "Don't you know... the great former pope.

"I... am Huitianshi's biological mother."