Fantasies That Descend on Collapse

There is a unique truth in front of her, but what is required to reveal this truth is not only the courage to pry into the truth, but also the will to bear the truth.

The strength of her fingers gradually increased, and the fingertips holding the communicator began to turn white due to the force. Looking at Tesla sitting next to her, who seemed to be unaware of anything wrong, she felt envious of him inexplicably. .

Only an innocent and big child like her can't notice this can be said to be obvious, right?

Really... as expected of her...

Einstein sighed like this, then retracted his gaze from Tesla, and then concentrated his mind on the communicator that was still in the dialing state until now.

The heart was beating violently, and the bell was constantly ringing in her ears. Two emotions called excitement and tension filled her whole brain just as she breathed.

She was excited that she could spy on the truth, but she was also nervous because she was afraid of knowing the truth. The contrast between these two emotions even made her dizzy.

Then after a long wait, what she received was not the truth she was expecting and fearing, but a sharp busy tone that indicated that the call had failed.

"As expected..."

The piercing sound from the communicator made Einstein gradually regain himself from the dizziness. She gently placed the communicator on the table, slumped herself in the seat, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Even an expected failure is enough to easily kill a person's courage to continue trying, and the same is true for Einstein now.

Tesla, who was still bored at first and watched the crowds on the street, was distracted by the noise made by Einstein's abrupt move.

She put down the half-drinked milk tea in her hand, turned around, and saw Einstein with a tired face.

"what happened?"

"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired..."

"Who believes it?"

After getting an unexpected answer from Einstein, Tesla just rolled his eyes at Einstein, and then picked up the cup of milk tea that she put on the table before. , continue to drink up.

"It took me about 1 minute to calculate the calories contained in the cup of high-sugar drink you are holding in your hand, and how long you need to exercise to consume these calories after drinking it."

"cough..."

Tesla, who had fallen into joy because sugar stimulated the secretion of dopamine, bent down almost at the moment he heard Einstein's words, and coughed non-stop on the ground.

Obviously, she choked on Einstein's words.

"Cough...asshole chicken nest..."

Tesla, whose face was flushed from coughing, complained while struggling to support his waist, his face was full of shame and anger.

But a hand that suddenly appeared in front of her and held a clean tissue restrained her about to explode.

"Sorry, I didn't think you would have such a big reaction. I really didn't expect that even though you are seven or eighty years old, you still pay so much attention to your body?"

"But don't worry..."

As he said that, Einstein picked up the cup of milk tea that belonged to her, and then shook it at Tesla so that she could see that there was less than half of the capacity left in it.

"I drank it too, and my cup should have a higher sugar content than yours."

"Wow... so long-winded..."

As if understanding what Einstein wanted to express, Tesla just took the tissue she handed over in a panic, turned his head away, and began to wipe the corners of his mouth that were stained by accident.

'Really, she has been in this state for so long, but she still doesn't have the slightest awareness. '

After sighing for a moment about Tesla's overly aggressive character, Einstein moved his gaze to the cup of milk tea that belonged to Tesla.

Then Teresa's, and finally... her own...

They are all products from the same store, but the only difference is that only her cup has chocolate-filled pearls.

Why does that man know what he likes.

Einstein likes to eat chocolate, except for Tesla, herself and those important people who have passed away, almost no one will know about her little hobby.

No, no, not just these few people, there should be one more, and that was the only time I ever showed this small, almost insignificant hobby in front of outsiders.

"Because you know my little hobbies, so subconsciously help me buy something that suits my taste..."

' on purpose?Or are you suggesting something to me?Or for some other reason...'

Feeling the milk tea that was still slightly warm in her hand, she seemed to understand why the other party did that.

It is obvious that the disguise is very good, but there are flaws in such trivial matters. Apart from stupidity and habit, Einstein can hardly think of any other reasons.

"Maybe. It's just that your thoughts are too delicate and you treat people too gently..."

'Just like that stupid guy...'

'But...you who are so gentle, what is the truth that you reveal to others? '

Einstein opened his mouth again, held the straw in his mouth, and then began to suck the few remaining pearls in the cup.

'Is it Luo Chen who made Theresa fall in love?Is it the Priel who can make me and Tesla feel the gentleness of the mentor?Or...neither? '

The last few grains of 'Treasures' entered her mouth, then she put down the cup with only milk tea left, and gently bit open the shell of 'Treasures' with her teeth

'But... you who are so gentle, the original intention you want to express should be the same as your own, right? '

The broken shell released the beauty wrapped inside, feeling the mellow syrup that wrapped her tongue, she rarely smiled.

'Then, I will help you keep this secret until the next time we meet. '

Chapter 12 Sublimation

Teresa, who left the topic of the three of them without authorization, did not choose to look for Luo Chen who accompanied her here, but came to the streets of Canghai City and ran blindly.

Her steps were messy, her breathing was short, and inexplicable sadness gradually filled her entire face.

When talking with Einstein before, the unsubstantiated hypothesis put forward by the other party evoked the memory in her mind that she didn't want to recall.

Sadness was suppressed in her chest, making her breathless, and now she chose to use this method to vent her extremely suppressed mood at the moment.

Her petite body passed through the slightly crowded crowd, and her black leather shoes stepped on the concrete road in the city. Her mind was now blank.

In the end, even Teresa, who inherited her mother's good physique, was defeated in this somewhat long run.

Her pace gradually slowed down, her snow-white hair was soaked in sweat, and thus stuck to her forehead, and even her originally rapid breathing became heavy due to the rapid heartbeat.

She unreservedly released her own strength, but she couldn't run after all.

She stopped abruptly in the middle of the road, then bent down, supported her knees with her hands, and then faced the ground, panting hard.

The sweat on Teresa's forehead slowly slid down her cheeks while she was panting hard, and finally dripped to the ground.

The heart that was beating wildly due to strenuous exercise became calm after a little rest.

Feeling that her body was slowly recovering, Teresa just straightened her bent waist again, covered her dizzy head with her hands, walked quickly to the railing on the side of the road, and then moved her body Leaned up.

Leaning against the railing, watching the passing crowd, clutching her dizzy head from lack of oxygen, Teresa closed her eyes a little uncomfortable.

Teresa actually knows everything, whether it's the things she should know or the things she shouldn't know, in fact...she knows them all.

She knew what the final fate of her students, those Valkyrie who had been trained by her...

She knows how dark the organization she is working for is the destiny...

She knew what kind of person her grandfather, the seemingly amiable Catholic Bishop, was...

But even if she knew this, what could she do?

The only thing she can do is to use her insignificant strength to accomplish something within her power, and the premise that she can do this is still based on the other party's acquiescence.

In the final analysis, the existence named Teresa still lives in the palm of that person after all, without any freedom at all...

In the past, when she was confused, her mentor would hold her hand and lead her on the right path.

Then her mentor passed away, and she fell into confusion again. She was held by her best friend and walked on the right path with her.

But her best friend also passed away, and when she faced Siegfried who was lost because of losing his wife, she held his hand and led him to the right path.

In the end Siegfried also left, and now she is truly alone.

Even though there are many more people who care about her around Teresa, none of them can lead her on the right path like her mentor and best friend.

The essence of Teresa is loneliness. Even if she has someone she likes, she will not show it deliberately.

She would be willing to express her thoughts to the other party, but she dare not express her thoughts to the other party, maybe...

In her own cognition, the existence named Teresa is the most normal state only when she exists alone.

Just like her name, there can only be one [God's Gift], and she who accepts this name can only be alone after all.

But she, who has this kind of thought, has not realized until now, what is the difference between herself and [God's Gift]...

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The brain that was dizzy due to lack of oxygen gradually improved under the comfort of time. Teresa, who was resting against the railing and closed her eyes, recalled the conversation she had with Einstein before.

If... that hypothesis is true... what should I do?

That... monster that was born in that collapse... how should I face it?

Even if we already know, that monster born in Siberia is just the skin of his friend...

Even if you already know, the monster wrapped in the skin of your friend has almost nothing to do with your friend...

But that monster, after all, looks the same as his friend...doesn't it?

And as the Valkyrie Teresa, after all, she still has to take up her own weapon and face that monster face to face...

Facing such a difficult decision, Teresa became confused.

There was no way to talk to anyone else about it, no guide to lead Teresa out of the confusion that loomed before her eyes.

The only one with her is herself, and that endless despair.

"What should I do... Teacher... Cecilia... What should I do..."

The only thing she can do now is to close her eyes, whisper in a suppressed voice to those who have long passed away, and then let the disappointing tears flow out of her eyes slowly.

However, this sadness, which should last for a long time, was stifled in the bud by an accident.

Even if Teresa closed her eyes tightly at this moment, she could still clearly know what happened to her body by virtue of the touch from her head.

I don't know which goddamn bastard came to touch her head while she was resting!

"Bastard! It's very impolite to do this!"

It seems that Teresa became a little too irritable at this time because she missed her old friend and was interrupted.