[Complete] Sibyl the Immortal

In Xiyang's dream, the snow field that once blocked everything has melted under Zhou Fangzun's tyrannical flames, and merged into an icy river.There are tender grass sprouts emerging from the thawed soil, covering a thin greenery.

Although the sky is still full of haze, there is a blood-red moon hanging high in the sky.

That was the moonlight she had looked up to under the black water.

The light of the sword of Damocles.

The little girl was sleeping deep in the crimson flowers, holding tightly in her arms the sharp blade that could kill souls.

The dead old tree cracked a crack silently, and a line of blood slowly flowed from the gap.

A pale hand emerged from the void, with a small red mole on it, gently stroking the girl's sleeping face.Drops of slightly salty water fell on the girl's face and slid down slowly.

Who is weeping?

***

"Is it okay to come alone?"

Opening the bag that Xiyang brought, he took out the sacrificial attire, Jun Xun asked on April [-]st.The girl raised her hand and brushed her long hair behind her ears, her eyes were quiet.

"Hmm. Tatara thought she was still angry."

"It's surprising that no one suspects it?"

"Zun asked her what she was doing in that shop."

Xi Yang tilted her head expressionlessly.

——What did you go to that store for?

——Something I want.

——at what cost?

—a piece of clothing.

——That’s all…….

"Really..." Putting the sacrificial clothes into the lacquer box, Si Yue Yi signaled Duo Lu and Quan Lu to take it to the warehouse, "But you're actually not angry anymore, aren't you?"

"Yeah." Xi Yang responded softly, "Duo Duo Liang, he is that kind of person."

Kindness... stupid.

"I made steamed buns today, and I'll take a box with me when I go back later." The shop manager, who was wearing a Chinese-style robe today, picked up the bong, "Treasure this time, Miss Xiyang. After all, at the end In those days, don't let yourself regret it."

Please enjoy this colorful time to the fullest.Sad Sybil.

Because, when I see you again, you've already...

Destroyed by fate to the point of no return.

Ah, no.Shouldn't be saying goodbye.

It should be said, the first time we met.

***

"Yes,

I have seen Sybil of Gummy hanging from a bottle.

When the children asked her:

'Sybyl, when do you want something? '

she replied,

'I want to die. '"

Many years ago, who read this poem written by the ancient Roman poet in his ear?

Miss Yuko, what did you say at that time?

"Destroyed to such an extent by deep love... Because of love, she is not dead, and because of love, she is in a situation where life is worse than death... The fate of that woman is really... as sad as Sybil. "

Like the prophetess in Greek mythology who was loved by the sun god, she was endowed with immortality because of being loved, but she couldn't die because of this love.At first, it was just being loved, and the blessings offered because of this pure love eventually destroyed the blessed to the point where even death was an extravagant hope.

"It's a good thing that people die, April [-]st-kun."

***

On the way back, Xiyang bought brushes and rice paper.When asked what she bought them for, she only said that she wanted to write something.

"I'm surprisingly good at calligraphy, Xiao Yang."

"Because it's a prophet."

So she answered.When seeing the puzzled eyes of others, it is rare to explain what I said.

"The man said that prophets are meaningless if they are not omnipotent."

So that person taught her a lot.Music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, hops, jewelry, incense, singing and dancing tea.Under the hand-in-hand instruction of that person, the super-sighted prophet quickly mastered it all.

"The ability to empathize is also quite useful. I can empathize with other people's feelings, and learning what others have already learned is also more effective. Ah, as expected, the so-called prophet must be an omniscient and omnipotent character. Interesting."

That person is always nice to his dolls - while still not losing interest.

"If you don't have any hidden skills, and you just know how to foresee, then it doesn't fit your identity as a prophet...and ah, it's too easy to die. Well, for a little girl, it's probably not right for a little girl to become a martial artist." If it’s possible, then become a healer.”

Said so lightly, the man hugged Xiyang into his arms among the ancient books scattered all over the place.

"Only the Xi family who once served the gods will keep so many ancient books in the temple. What a rare opportunity, you can't make good use of it." Laughter rang in Xiyang's ear, "After all, This is the only place where we can learn the original writing—the writing created by Cangjie, which revealed the truth of heaven and earth.”

In the past, Cang Jie wrote books, but it rained millet in the sky, and ghosts cried at night.

It was the suicide note of the Age of Gods that revealed the truth of heaven and earth.The original text that hosts the origin of all things.Just writing it out is powerful.

Now, even among the supernatural beings who turned the unbelievable into reality, the only person who still has this kind of writing is Xiyang from the Xi family.

"I'm not interested in this kind of writing, so, little girl, you have to study hard."

At that time, the man smiled and kissed her cheek.

"A puppet that won't surprise the owner is so boring. You think so too, my little girl? Well, don't you understand such a confused expression? Let me put it another way."

"A pet that doesn't bite its owner back is so boring."

***

After Kusanagi Izumo left, Xiyang took out a knife and cut a small hole in his wrist.Blood dripped into the bowl and soon covered the bottom of the bowl.The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The little girl tilted her head and swung the knife to open a bigger wound.

Blood quickly filled the bowl.Xi Yang took out a stack of tissues and covered his wrist, quietly waiting for the wound to heal by itself.

After calmly wiping off the blood on her wrist and the table, she dipped a brush in her own blood and wrote the first character on the rice paper.

【Prisoners】

Surrounded by the four sides, it is a prisoner.

Is a bowl of blood enough?

She thought blankly.

Forget it, just put a little more if it’s not enough.After all, it is more effective to write this kind of curse with one's own blood.

The blood-red ancient text jumped out of the paper like a grinning mouth of blood, and then disappeared after a flash of red light.

Earlier than seal script, earlier than bronze inscriptions, earlier than oracle bone inscriptions... the original characters that have been lost today.The ancient characters created by Cangjie after he penetrated the truth of heaven and earth.

The scarlet word "Prison" was reflected in the girl's eyes.

——In this way, there is nowhere to escape, Colorless King.

***

"Mr. Kusanagi, is Xiaoyang still angry with me?"

Shishu looked at Kusanagi Izumo pitifully. Recently, Xiyang's air pressure was so low that the culprit, Duo Duoliang, didn't even dare to talk to her.He could only rely on Kusanagi and the others to give him feedback.

"I don't know, that kid has been weird recently." Kusanagi Izumo lit a cigarette for himself, "I can't tell what he's thinking at all. I always feel that this state is disturbing... What do you think?"

"That guy... probably wants to do something stupid again."

Zhou Fangzun looked at the ceiling as if he was bored, and looked unmotivated while smoking a cigarette.Anna was sitting next to him playing marbles. For a while, there was only the sound of glass beads colliding.

"...that idiot."

He said something in a low voice, stood up while grabbing his hair irritably, and walked towards the stairs.

"I'll go check on her. Something will happen if that guy is left alone."

Yes.

From before, as long as you leave it alone, that guy will get hurt where he can't see it.Then she smiled and told him "I'm fine", "It's fine" and "Don't worry", while carefully hiding the wound, her acting skills in pretending that she never got hurt is so good that it makes people angry.

"Obviously just an idiot."

***

Xiyang lives in the attic of HOMRA. When Zhou Fangzun opened the door and went in, the girl was leaning against the window, looking at the flowers in her hand through the sunlight coming from the window. The crimson roses were twirling at her fingertips. The sunlight reflected a vivid color that was vaguely transparent.The thick black eyelashes made her eyes darker, almost gloomy, and the flower reflected in the pupils, as if blooming in the bottom of her eyes, was almost magically beautiful.

Countless rice papers were clipped and hung on the ropes, rustling in the afternoon wind, and each piece of paper was empty of words.The smell of blood was so light that even Zhou Fangzun didn't notice it.

The girl's voice was very soft, as if she was talking to herself.She seemed to be falling into a nightmare from which she could not wake up, and her body trembled unconsciously, which was hard to detect.

"What does it feel like to die?"

Hearing this question, the scarlet king frowned deeply, showing a somewhat impatient expression.

"How do I know, I haven't died yet."

"……Right."

The girl lowered her eyes slightly, and put the crimson flower close to her lips, covering her next words.

"...But, she knows."

Countless times, countless times, the prophet who empathizes with the death of others clearly knows what it feels like.

It's cold.

and so……

——Absolutely, I won’t let you die.

***

Xiyang, I like everyone's smiles the most.

Therefore, no matter whether it is Zun, Duo Liang, anyone, no matter who's smile, I don't want to lose it.

Death feels terrible, cold, and lonely.No matter what, I don't want important people to know that feeling.

She was most afraid of that feeling.

--do not die.

Countless times, Xiyang prayed in his heart.

towards fate.

To gods that do not exist.