When the protagonist of the otome game is unintentional strategy [system]

Before Musen could get angry because of Kolusta's beating remarks, the sound of swans flapping their wings in the playing lake not far away attracted the attention of the two.

The snow-white feathers were a little wet, hanging down on the wings docilely. The sunlight fell on the lake, coating the outlines of these beautiful creatures with a layer of light golden light. Because of their pure appearance and elegant posture, the white swans became The symbol of the Goddess of Light is treated with courtesy in the Kingdom of Nobili, and there are special laws strictly stipulating that any behavior that hurts the white swan under non-special circumstances will be regarded as disrespect to the Goddess of Light and will be severely punished. punish.

The two people by the lake looked at the swans in unison, quietly admiring the oil painting-like beauty.

However, if Klusta's eyes are still pure appreciation, then the emotions in Mu Sen's eyes are much more complicated - mixed with confusion, resistance, disgust... There are even well-hidden emotions. Something of fear.

There was silence everywhere, only the sound of water and the swaying of leaves could be heard. After the peaceful atmosphere lasted for a long time, it was the black-haired boy who had always been the first to break the silence.

"White swans are very beautiful... The teacher in the history class said that they are the incarnation of Clara, the goddess of light, walking in the world."

Kolusta was taken aback when he heard the words, turned his head to look at him, and exclaimed: "You still take history class? It's amazing, don't you want to sleep during class?"

Musen: "..."

Because of some sudden desire to tell, he managed to hold back the childish quarrel with Kolusta, but took a deep breath without any trace, and managed to calm his mood, and then continued: "This course is compulsory and compulsory. If you fail, you will face the risk of not being able to graduate. Of course, I will not sleep. Besides, history books can always record a lot of useful knowledge. If you waste the precious opportunity to learn them It would be a pity to waste it, in my opinion."

Kolusta, who saw that Musen's state was not stable, didn't sneer this time. She blinked, folded her hands and took half a step forward, carefully making a gesture of listening.

"Although white swans are beautiful, pure, and clean, many people always like to use the most beautiful language and poems to praise their elegance and beauty... But I have no way to truly appreciate how beautiful these creatures are."

Mu Sen sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "I don't know why, I have never seen another species, but I just feel for no reason... black swans are much more beautiful than white swans , but why do people only praise the latter, but when they see the former, they want to hunt and kill it cruelly?"

Kolusta opened her eyes slightly, staring at the young boy with black hair and black eyes in front of her, pursed her lips, but finally just sighed hesitantly.

There is no need for her to answer this question, because obviously, Mu Sen, who is familiar with history books, knows the reason why black swans were hunted.

"Clara and Tyler Bryce, the two protagonists of the mythology era, are often referred to as 'a pair of twin white swans and black swans' in legends."

A cloud slowly floated in the sky, and the warm and bright sunlight was instantly blocked, and the surrounding area was much darker than before. Kolusta frowned and looked towards the lake, only feeling that under the influence of the light, the group before The swans whose feathers were so white that they seemed to be shining did not look as holy and clean as before.

"The white swan is a symbol of the goddess of light, so naturally, the black swan represents Taylor."

So, why did Mu Sen, who has never seen a black swan, firmly believe that black swans are much more beautiful than white swans?

Because of blood.

The Demon Race is a weapon created by the Goddess of Darkness. Her blood flows in the body of every primitive monster. The purer the Demon Race, the more they will unconsciously get close to Taylor by nature, rejecting light and yearning for darkness— —This is why Mu Sen prefers black swans. Even though he has never seen this kind of creature, he still firmly resists the white swan, which symbolizes light.

"I heard that you liked to stay in the library when you entered school?" Mu Sen smiled suddenly, his eyes were deep, wondering if it was because the clouds blocked the sun, Kolusta couldn't find him after looking for a long time The half light in his eyes said, "Then have you read a book called "Cruel Times and Contemporary Monsters"?"

Kolusta, who was equipped with the "Wise Man" achievement, had of course seen it, and she even had a brief discussion with Gloria about the book.In the whole book, the author's words can be described as half-truths and half-false. Although most of the descriptions of the customs on the edge of the continent are nonsense, the sentence "pure blood demons have a natural affinity for the dark goddess" is placed at the beginning of the full text The title of the chapter, but it is a fact that can no longer be true.

Unexpectedly, this book was not only read by Mu Sen, but also the few facts in the content were firmly remembered by him.

Bad thing.

Kolusta secretly thought something was wrong, and wished that he could travel back to the time when he first went to the library and tear this broken book to pieces on the spot.

Perhaps it was the bullying that he had suffered all the time that made him suppress his negative emotions in his heart, maybe it was Klusta's act of kindness that finally crossed Musen's last line of defense, or maybe it was the instinct that broke out suddenly when he faced the white swan Disgust and confusion quickly catalyzed the unstable emotions of the black-haired boy... In short, no matter how wrong Musen looked, Klusta gritted his teeth and thought about countermeasures, but couldn't concentrate on responding to him for a while.

Sure enough, because of her silence, the smile on the corner of Mu Sen's lips slowly turned into sarcasm, and the oppressive force once again condensed in those dark eyes, he looked straight at the brown-haired girl in front of him, and turned his back The reader took a step back involuntarily, then opened his mouth and asked coldly: "Those who say I am a monster are actually right, right?"

He didn't know what state of mind he was in, so he paused for a while, looking at the girl in front of him who was drooping and silent, his tone softened suddenly, and in the most irritable state of mind, he still shouted out in the most peaceful voice. her name.

"Answer me, Ruth." The black-haired boy's face was still calm, but a hint of madness gradually gathered in his eyes. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up by the lake, and the disturbed swans flapped their wings and scattered in all directions. Being blown up into the sky, the operator of wind magic called Kolusta's nickname softly, the voice was flat, but it made people feel chills from the bones, "Some people say that I am a monster...they say Is—is it true?"

The thick fabric curtains were pulled up abnormally tightly, completely blocking the light coming in from the glass. The entire retro-style bedroom was too dark, as if shrouded in night, whether it was a soft armchair or a glowing The dull oak wall clock can only vaguely see a general outline.

There was a long silence in the living room, and the pendulum on the wall swayed unknowingly how many times, until it heard the "jingle" sound of the hour, this space seemed to wake up suddenly, a certain closed room The door of the room was suddenly pushed open.

Gloria came out wearing a formal and luxurious dress that was astonishingly floor-length. The delicate silk fabric was printed with cloud-like dark patterns, and layers of tulle were tied around the waist to form a complicated pattern. Bowknot, she held a slender candlestick in her hand, extending a circle of depression like a pipe, with a slender black candle inserted in it, which was quietly burning with a strange green flame at the moment.

As the only light source in the house, the candle did not play a role in lighting. The candle was burning and emitting black smoke, which was reflected in the dark blue eyes of the silver-haired girl, looking very strange for no reason.

There was no expression on Gloria's face. She stood at the door of the study with a candle in her hand and stood silently for a while. Then, as if she had prepared for something, she stretched out her other free hand to open the door, took a deep breath, and finally raised her hand. Stepped in.

The study room was also not lit, and there was no light. Because there were no windows, it was darker than the living room.

But Gloria's line of sight didn't seem to be affected in the slightest, as if she had done the same action thousands of times, she gently placed the candlestick on the table with ease, and the pipe-like base touched the table, making a "pop" "A soft sound, which was very clear in the empty room.

Because of this movement, the dark green candle lightly and slowly trembled as if it had come to life.

The silver-haired girl looked at the black candle quietly, and it took a long time before she moved. She slowly knelt down towards the candlestick, stretched out her right hand to cover her left heart, lowered her eyes, and made a gesture. A respectful gesture.

"...Great God, please listen to the prayers of your devout followers." She said softly, "Your loyal followers are responding to your call, and I hope to have the honor to meet you at this time."

As soon as the words fell, the flame seemed to have absorbed some nutrients, and jumped excitedly again. The black smoke from the burning candle no longer dissipated, but gradually condensed into a nearly human-shaped black shadow.Gloria lowered her head, arched her back slightly into a respectful arc, and stared at her skirt that spread out like flowers, as if waiting for something.

"—My faithful follower, I am glad to see you answer my call so promptly."

The smoke gradually pieced together a silhouette, and it could only be vaguely seen that it seemed to present the phantom of a long-haired woman. The height of the black candle that had been burning without shortening before suddenly began to drop at a speed visible to the naked eye. ——At the same time, there were more and more black smoke, and the silhouette of the phantom gradually began to solidify, but because the environment in the study was too dark, it was really difficult to distinguish the specific appearance of this group of human figures.

"Oh, it's you, it's my Gloria," Heiyan immediately said in an exaggerated aria after recognizing that the person who summoned her was the daughter of the Duke, her tone was well disguised A false and false surprise, "Look up, child, we don't have to stick to the old etiquette between gods and believers, of course you can look directly at me—"

No matter in the past god-line era or now a hundred years later, the Goddess of Deceit always likes to use sweet words to numb her targets. After they lower their hearts and use them for themselves, they will just wait for their goals to be achieved, and then they will relentlessly let go of the pain. Kill the donkey.

Gloria raised her head obediently, but still kept her knees on the ground, and said respectfully, "I praise you for your tolerance and mercy, Goddess Posedolo."

That cloud of black smoke—or it could be said to be the remaining soul of Posidoro, the Goddess of Deception, sweetly said to Gloria at this time: "We don't have much time, my dear, so I have to make a long story short... ...Your father told me that you have found a tool to communicate with the demons in Lord Clara's territory, so should the plan I gave you before also be put on the agenda?"

"Yes, Goddess. I have always kept your orders in mind, and I have been planning this matter since I found the magic mirror." Gloria smiled and said softly, "I have been able to skillfully use the two sides you gave me. The semi-finished small magic mirror...just wait for the emissary to go to the Demon Race to be confirmed, then you can open the magic mirror in the Holy Light Magic Academy, and directly discuss 'cooperation' with the Lord Demon King."

"Cooperation" is an ordinary word, but for some reason, she said it quite meaningfully at this moment.

"You are always so capable, my child." Posidoro smiled with satisfaction, his voice was soft, as soft as a snake's hissing venom-stained letter, "It seems that I don't need my orders at all. , and you'll get everything right—you're a very, very smart girl, I have to say."

Hearing such unsparing praise, Gloria gave a perfect smile and said sincerely, "It's my honor."

Posedolo nodded with great satisfaction, looked at the believer in front of him with perfect posture, expression, and phrasing, rolled his eyes, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "Are those two small magic mirrors being captured by you... ...and your brother Wende, are you using it?"

This sentence is very directional, but Gloria's face remains unchanged, she still just nodded respectfully and said: "Yes, if you are not willing to let me test the semi-finished product first, then I want to find Finding a way to open the real magic mirror...for me, it might be a waste of time."

Her seemingly impeccable answer easily diverted the topic away from Wende.

"...That's what it should be, my child." Posidoro seemed to realize that she didn't want to talk about Wende. After thinking for a while, he simply followed her wishes and stopped dwelling on the two mirrors. Instead, He brought up another matter, "But... dear Gloria, I also heard that you seemed to have disposed of the Charles family a while ago?"

Gloria paused slightly, lowered her eyes, and replied flatly, "Yes."

"Perhaps the youngest daughter of his family has really angered you, but now is the critical moment to find the source of the holy power—Gloria, you have always been calm, and I don't want to see your reason being dominated by anger because of impulsiveness." ’” Persidoro said, looking at her, very intriguingly, “tell me, my dear, and promise me... you will never give up any possible ally because of your emotions, will you?”

"...Of course, I will follow your instruction, goddess."

Gloria bent down and bowed again to the black mist floating on the few remaining candles.

"Okay, time is running out, I will continue to rest my soul and body... After you have contacted the Demon King, start praying immediately, and I will immediately open the divine power transmission circle to the edge of the continent for you."

Within a few words, the candle was about to burn out, and just after Posidoro finished speaking these last words, the dark green flame suddenly went out, and the study was once again plunged into pure darkness.

And the smoke on the candle disappeared without a trace within ten seconds.

Gloria stood up silently, waved her hand, and the chandelier in the study immediately lit up, illuminating the whole room brightly again.

The silver-haired nobleman closed his eyes, and finally dared to reveal a bit of tiredness when there was no one there.She slowly leaned against the bench behind the table and let herself sink into the cushion. After a long time, those sapphire blue eyes opened again, which were filled with wisps of lingering black mist, covering both eyes. Dip into the color of the deep sea.

"...People can't choose their origins, and they can't decide their beliefs. Even if they know that the road ahead is dark, they still have to grit their teeth and continue walking due to many reasons." She murmured, "However, a wise pawn, even if caught in an unstoppable game, will always leave a way out for itself,"

"So no matter what, no matter how painful the price is - we must keep the last... clean Celentdis."