The villain's love literacy

But it wasn't just that one figure, as his gaze moved over, there were two people standing by the window that was still empty when he just entered the study.

The first person had long white hair and a rare purple-yellow gradient in his pupils. He was staring coldly at the black-haired man in a white suit.There was also a man with black hair and an orange headband, who was lying by the window with his back to her and looked out, unable to see his face clearly.

Seeing Sylvia turn around, Buccarati was stunned for a moment, but then her eyes slipped away, he thought it was just a coincidence.

The black-haired man raised his arms towards Apache and Naranja, and their blurred figures could be seen through the translucent body.

"Who are you? Why are you in my study?"

However, Sylvia's next sentence confirmed that she had indeed heard a sigh before looking back.

"what?"

Bugarati looked very surprised, he opened his blue eyes slightly, and took two steps forward.

"Can you actually see us?"

"Why can't I see it?"

Sylvia tilted her head in confusion, and now she turned her whole body around, her arms resting on the back of the chair, and her golden curls were hidden under her arms.

"So who are you?"

Compared to Bugarati's answer, Naranca interrupted his words with some loud voice, and the boy suddenly pointed in the direction of the window.

"Hey, Apache, look outside, isn't that Hormaggio and...and...then who are they?"

"Huh? What are you talking about, so-and-so?"

The long white-haired man was originally focused on the blond woman who was asking Bugarati a question, but he had no choice but to look outside after what Naranja said, and then stopped with an impatient expression.

"...Buggarati, you see, they are indeed them. But they are also translucent just like us now."

Sylvia couldn't understand what they were saying at all, but fortunately, Buccarati just took a look and turned his attention back.

But to be honest, he doesn't quite understand the current situation. Is it related to the woman in front of him?

"We are Giorno and Mista's companions, but as you can see, we are all..."

The black-haired man bent the corners of his lips, but didn't speak completely. Anyone can see what this translucent state is.

"As for Miss's other question, I'm afraid I can't answer it for you yet, maybe... maybe it's your substitute ability."

Sylvia just shook her head. If she could see "ghosts", it shouldn't be just these people. She would have seen more dead people a long time ago.

And listening to what this gentleman said, all this is obviously related to the two men downstairs.

"companion?"

Under Apache's not-so-patient eyes, Buccarati still patiently and briefly explained to Sylvia the story that happened in just 9 days.

"...It appeared here when we realized it again. When the lady was talking to Giorno just now—I'm sorry we also heard the content. I thought you couldn't see us, but obviously you can now."

"But they still can't."

A very tall white-haired man floated in from outside the door. The strange black sclera and red pupils made people look a little scary. The iron ball hanging from the hat he was wearing collided and made a sound, but Sylvia didn't know The so-called "soul" state can actually have such a magical thing, the man glanced at the boy with the orange hairband.

"Sorry, Proxiet and Iluso refused to come up anyway."

"I think so too."

Buccarati smiled slightly, and nodded to Risut.Sylvia looked at this and that without knowing why. The information Bugarati gave her was not enough for her to understand this conversation. She could only roughly judge that the white-haired man was killed by Diablo.

"……I'm very sorry."

She could only speak dryly, while Risut just glanced at Silvia in silence and didn't speak.

"No, it's not your fault, you're a victim too."

Bugarati said gently, he walked over to look at the blank letter paper spread out on the table, there was still no word written on it.He originally sighed because he couldn't bear to see such an innocent lady, so he had to choose to die, and he couldn't even see his father for the last time.

Just now he saw the owner of "Rolling Stone", Scribe, appeared outside this house, and Fugo who was waiting outside was ready for everything—he was very happy to see that Fugo finally returned to Giorno and Mista's side.

And Sylvia could only pull the corner of her mouth reluctantly, but in the end she couldn't smile at all.

She shook her head, trying to get all these weird things out of her mind. Although she couldn't explain why these "ghosts" suddenly appeared here, it has nothing to do with her. Now all she needs to do is write After finishing this letter, go downstairs and give it to Giorno, and then touch the stone of fate.

Seeing that she was about to start writing, the man in the spotted suit thoughtfully led the others away, giving the lady some space alone.

I don't know why they suddenly appeared here. They are obviously dead, but maybe they can take advantage of these stolen moments to take a look at their former companions.

9 days is still too short. If possible, they would like to gather again for the last meal at the restaurant where it all started, eating pasta all they can eat, and Mista’s favorite strawberry cake.

But he has no regrets, and neither do the others.Ever since they chose the path of betraying the boss to protect Trixiu, they have been mentally prepared for anything to happen.

When Giorno asked just now, Miss Sylvia didn't say what her substitute ability was, but he speculated that it should be her substitute ability.

Maybe she just awakened the substitute and hasn't figured out how to use it yet.

But no matter what, they should thank her for giving them the chance to meet again, and really see that Giorno has grown to what he is now, with Mista, Fugo and Mr. Polnareff assisting him, already I have no regrets.

After Miss Silvia passed away, they could leave with peace of mind.

And she locked herself in the study for a long time, until the time had turned from noon to dusk, Sylvia finally went downstairs and handed the envelope with the painted badge to the little godfather.

"Sorry for the wait."

"It's ok."

Giorno stood up, and he couldn't see that all his former companions had returned to him, even walking towards Silvia through Naranja's soul.

Accepting his fate of death was not an easy thing, no matter how long he waited he would not blame her.

"Are you really ready now?"

After nodding, she finally saw the so-called stone.

It was indeed her appearance, her body was tightly hugging her knees and curled up like a sphere, the expression on her face was painful, even a little hideous, so frightened that she couldn't help but take a small step back.

But it was only a small step before stopping. Seeing this, she became more determined in her decision. She didn't want to die in such pain.

In the end she chose to leave as if she was asleep, so Giorno followed Sylvia back to her own bedroom, where the woman was still wearing the white nightdress.

For no reason, it reminded him of the fair-haired elf in the dense forest. She is indeed a beauty, no wonder Diablo would dote on her.

"Is there really no pain at all?"

After lying down, Sylvia couldn't help asking again.

The little godfather smiled gently. He sat down beside her and stretched out his hand to cover her. The woman's hand was cold, and she was far from being as calm as she appeared on the surface.So Giorno chose to hold her instead, and placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

"I assure you."

The self-tracking rolling stone appeared beside the bed. Sylvia turned her head away, not wanting to see her hideous expression on the stone sculpture. She finally closed her eyes. She thought that many memories of her life would flash back, but her mind was blank. nothing.

And just when her hand was about to touch the rolling stone, a white figure flashed out from beside her.

The size of an adult woman, about the same height as Sylvia herself, with golden eyelashes and pupils, three tear stains on the right cheek, and the headdress of the Virgin Mary star behind her head seems to be shining.

However, Giorno did not respond to this.

No, it's better to say that the Golden Experience Requiem was noticed first, it was pulled out to a place like a consciousness space, and there was only it and the pure white substitute in the whole world.

Compared with its coldness and mechanicalness, the brows of the other party seemed to have a somewhat pitiful look.

"I knew from the first moment I saw you that, like me, you have your own consciousness, Giorno Giobana's double, 'Golden Experience Requiem'."

The white stand-in slowly opened her mouth, her voice was soft and weak, like a white gauze floating in the air, it would be broken with a light tug, and would be blown away by the wind.

The purple eyes of the Golden Experience Requiem turned twice, and finally locked on the white figure. Even his master didn't know that he had an independent consciousness. What is the "resurrection" in Sylvia's mouth? What do you know?

"……what do you want to do?"

It didn't sense the other party's hostility, so it didn't launch an attack immediately, but allowed itself to be dragged into this mental space.

But as long as there is any change in "Resurrection", it can also activate its ability instantly, no matter what Sylvia's double wants to do, it will not be able to achieve "realness".

"I want to ask you a favor."

Fusheng spoke again, and it floated closer eagerly, with a hint of pleading in its tone.

"Please apply the Requiem to Sylvia. In exchange, I will use my ability to revive all the companions that Giorno Giovanna lost."