dedicated to violets

Undine stretched out her hand, her palm resting on Alfred's forehead.Cool water magic emerged quietly, and droplets of water swirled around his forehead.The coolness came continuously, soothing everyone's restless hearts.

"Windini? How did you escape?" Alfred's chaotic brain slowly woke up.

He covered his forehead and sat up slowly. When he opened his eyes, he saw Wendini's long blue dress.But his mind was still stuck just now—he and Ignas were sitting in the yard, basking in the sun, talking, as if they hadn't experienced it in hundreds of years.

"It was the bishop who rescued me," Undine said. "After Mr. Haydn walked up the ladder, I obeyed the king's instructions and waited by the World Tree until Asgard collapsed and the Frost Giant woke up."

She was actually very scared, worried that she would be buried here.When she almost resigned to her fate, the blond bishop came to her with a smile, and led her to walk on the clouds, accompanied by the breeze and clouds, and came to the Rainbow Bridge safely.

Undine, who had always been calm, rarely twitched, her cheeks flushed a little, and she whispered, "Elder Beaver, neither you nor the king lied to me, the bishop is a very attractive man."

Alfred froze, then patted his thigh and laughed loudly: "Yes, he is a very attractive man. Even after leaving the atrium for so many years, he still exudes a damn charm."

The sadness of meeting his friend was immediately diluted, Alfred clapped his hands, stood up neatly, bouncing around in place, his long snow-white beard fluttering up and down.He said energetically, "Since the Frost Giants have been dealt with and Asgard no longer exists, it's time for us to return to the capital."

He looked at Mason, and Mason picked up the big white fluffy ball at his feet knowingly. He shook the snowy owl, which was sleeping in the dark, and said dumbfoundingly: "Snowy owl, don't sleep, get up and work."

Willie stood in total darkness, seeing nothing, hearing nothing.

He looked around blankly, not knowing why he was here.

Dimly, he heard someone whispering.

"Has his memory been wiped?"

"It has been completely cleared, Your Majesty."

memory?what memory?Willie thought in a daze, these sounds were faint, buzzing like mosquitoes flying around his ears, which made him extremely irritable.His subconscious mind told him that these conversations were important and he had to listen to them.

Viri walked around in the dark a few times, and finally sat down cross-legged.

Resist your irritation and keep listening.

The voice of the speaker was very pleasant, neither fast nor slow, and could even be called gentle.

The man continued: "Arrange him by my side—no, arrange him among those young priests, let him be a trainee priest, keep an eye on him all the time, and if he behaves abnormally, arrest him immediately and send him to me. here."

After a long time, the man added: "Remember, don't hurt him."

Viri was confused and couldn't understand what the two men were playing.Could it be that the "he" in their mouths refers to himself?

Within a few minutes, Willie had no time to think about it.

His chest, near his heart, started to feel hot, so hot that it seemed like a fire was burning.Viri lowered his head, trying to see clearly, but all he could see was darkness.He reached out to touch it, but he touched a piece of hot iron, which made him hiss and hurt.

Wave after wave of heat swept towards his brain, making him feel drowsy. The darkness is a breeding ground for drowsiness.

Soon, Willie fell into a deep sleep.

The Pope stroked Viri's forehead, and withdrew his hand thoughtfully.He took the handkerchief from the maid's tray and wiped his fingertips. The Pope turned his head and said to the maid and guards, "You all go out, and let me stay alone with him for a while."

The maids and guards retreated quietly, leaving only the Pope in the room.

Willie was lying on the soft bed, his eyes were closed tightly, his expression was peaceful, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he was dreaming a sweet dream.The curtain beside the bed hung down to the carpet, and the room was filled with a strong scent of incense. The Pope stood by the bed, lowered his head slightly, and stared at Willy's face. His expression was covered by a mask, and his emotions could not be seen.

"Yuli, I came here just to tell you that I want to leave. You don't need me anymore. For so many years, I have fulfilled my promise to be by your side, but now, I want to be alone—"

"I won't allow it."

The pope remembered his answer at the time.

"What's so good about the atrium? I can accompany you."

"No. I have always respected all your decisions, established the Auger Holy See, and helped you become the Pope. Now that your wish has been fulfilled, it's time for me to pursue mine."

What the elder brother said at that time, the Pope's vision blurred for a moment.

He said, "Yuli, you have grown up."

But before the last conversation, my brother said helplessly that he didn't seem to have grown up yet.

The Pope clearly remembered that it was a rainy night, and he and his elder brother sat on the bell tower and listened to the rain together.The sound of pattering rain continued, and the fragrance of tea was lingering. He enthusiastically poured tea for his brother, and put the freshly baked soufflé in front of Ignas.

Ignas' eyes did not stay on the Souffle, but said in a casual tone: "Yuli, the atrium is beautiful."

"Do you want to see it?" Yuli agreed casually, "but I can't accompany you to see it right now."

"Yuli, I don't intend to be with you," Ignace's answer was beyond his expectations, "We have always been by each other's side, but I found that if I was by your side, you seemed to be forever It's not too big either."

"Brother—" Yuli shook his hand, and the teapot almost fell on the table.

Ignas turned his head sideways, stared at his pupils that were dilated in surprise, and said word by word: "Yuli, I'm not the only one beside you now, you'll always get used to it—"

He paused for a moment before finishing his words: "If I'm not by your side."

"I'll never get used to it." Yuli slammed the teapot down with a bang.

Yuli knew very well that he couldn't lie to his brother.

He really wasn't used to it, even after hundreds of years had passed.Even if he was cruel and tried the most extreme way to get his brother back to him, he failed.Ignas only left him with a determined back, and never looked back at him since then.

He had always had hope.

To each other, they are unique in the world.As a protoss, they have a long life and a distant future.The hundreds of years of not seeing each other is just a moment for them, and they will always meet again in the future.

Brother will be back.

He is so convinced.

Until he learned the news of his brother's death from the pope, he was not willing to believe this absurd news at all.

The Pope took a deep breath and slowly let out a mouthful of stale air, trying to calm down his fluctuating mood.He tried his best to go to Asgard, just to find traces of his brother.Regardless of life or death, he must see his brother.

Sure enough, he found his brother in Asgard.

—a body without a soul.

The Pope looked at the sleeping Willi. This man was handsome, but compared to Ignas, he paled in comparison.His original plan was very simple, read his memory, and then erase him.

However, he unexpectedly saw a memory belonging to Ignas in the man's brain.

It was the memory of him and Ignas going to Ymir, this cannot be faked.The fabrication, reading, and erasure of memory are spells of the Protoss, and neither elves nor gnomes can duplicate them.What's more, the last time in the temple of the illusion, there was a silver-haired and purple-eyed "Ignas" standing next to this man.

There must be something inextricably linked between him and Ignace.Perhaps the soul of Ignas lived in this man's body.

With all kinds of doubts, the Pope couldn't immediately make up his mind to take Viri's life.

After weighing repeatedly, he decided to erase Viri's memory and put him in the priest for observation.

I believe time will give him the answer.

He must find Ignace's soul.The Pope slowly took off the mask, revealing a handsome face. He raised his head, looked at the mirror by the wall, then pulled the corners of his lips and smiled.

The person in the mirror also laughed, his eyes were gentle, and his blond hair was as bright as the sun.

Viri seemed to be in a sea of ​​fire and purgatory, and the heat spread from his chest to his whole body, causing him to toss and turn, but he couldn't wake up from the nightmare.In a trance, he seemed to see a purple flower.

The four petals stretch out to form a shape similar to a cross, delicate and small.

He can't remember many things now, but he still remembers the name of this word, Violet.

The heart was beating vigorously in his chest cavity, and in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, the scalding pain and the sound of the beating heart dispelled the fear and loneliness.

It's like someone is there for him.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe only a few minutes, maybe a few days.

In the darkness, time passed extremely slowly, and when he was about to get used to the long days of cutting, his surroundings suddenly brightened, and a gust of breeze gently brushed against Viri's cheeks.

Viri stood where he was, and did not act rashly.

He raised his head and looked at the foggy sky. The dense fog made him unable to see the surrounding environment clearly. Instead, he could smell the refreshing fragrance of flowers.Viri stared at the scenery behind the fog silently, without moving for a long time.

"Veri, come here." A clear male voice came from the thick fog. Vili looked at the source of the voice, and found a faint outline of the room in the fog.

Willie, are you calling him?Turns out his name was Viry.

The male voice called again: "Veri, come here, I'm Ignace."

Ignace.

Viri chewed on the name, how familiar it was. The moment he heard the name, his heart stopped beating for half a beat, and sporadic memories flooded in, all of which were the smiling face of a silver-haired boy.

Those who hold hands, those who sit on a chair and smile, those who hold brushes in their hands...

The boy is always smiling, his clear purple eyes are like gems.Each scene is so clear and detailed, as if it happened not long ago.

He involuntarily took steps and moved towards the hut in the dense fog.

Gradually, his steps became bigger and bigger, from slow walking to running.At this moment, the dense fog parted like a tide, and he saw the boundless flower fields, and the white clouds fell from the sky, almost falling into the flower fields.A few steps away, there stood a white cottage, and the walls outside the house were painted with large patches of violets.

A tall man stood by the wall, holding a paintbrush in his hand, his silver hair seemed to be condensed by moonlight.

Hearing Viri's footsteps, the man slowly turned his head, revealing a face he was all too familiar with.

"Are you... Ignace?"

"I am." Ignas put the brush aside and extended a hand to him, "I'm very happy, even so, you still remember me."

"Remember?" Viri let Ignas hold his hand and asked at a loss, "I don't remember anything, not even my own name."

In fact, he still remembered some, but how many, even he himself was not sure.He remembers the names of the flowers on the wall, does that count?

Even this overly handsome man in front of him...

"You have lost your memory, Viri. The fact that you are here means that you still remember me in the depths of your heart." The man who called himself Ignace said softly, "I am very happy. In the next period of time, you will meet many strange people, I believe you can get through it safely."

"What do you mean?"

"When you wake up, you will know," Ignas reached out and stroked his cheek with a light touch, with distressed meaning, "every night you can meet me in my dream, and I will give everything to you." Tell you slowly."

"Tonight, the first thing I will tell you is that your name is Willy Haydn. You must firmly remember that as long as you remember your name, you will not be deceived by hallucinations."

Ignas' fingertips had thin calluses, and when they touched his face, they could feel obvious roughness.

This bit of roughness gave him a great sense of security. His heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally fell to the ground. He was like a kite being pulled by a rope. way home.

The sudden emotion destroyed the city wall he erected in his heart.The cloudy dust on the heart was quietly wiped away.

"Okay." Willie replied with a choked voice, "I remember."

He finally woke up in the morning light.Chirping birds can be heard outside the window, and sunlight shines into the house through the sparse branches and leaves.Willie blinked and heard the crackling sound of pages being turned.He turned his head and found a strange young man sitting beside the bed.

The young man's black hair was neatly tied behind his head with a ribbon, and he was wearing a standard priest's attire. He was holding a brick-thick book in his hand, and was immersed in reading.The sound of pages rubbing against fingertips came from his hands.

Hearing the sound of Wei Li waking up, the young man quickly turned his head and said in surprise, "Are you awake?"

Young people are very handsome, and it is easy to make people feel good.

"Do you want to get up?" The young man put down the tome in his hand, "I'll help you."

"Thank you, no need." Viri waved his hands with difficulty, and slowly sat up relying on his own strength.

His body was weak, and he could barely exert his strength, and his hands could not support his own weight.

The young man smiled: "Do you need me to help you change your clothes?" He handed Viri a stack of neatly folded clothes. It was a priest's white robe with very complicated patterns on the hem.

Viri insisted on replacing it himself.

"I guess you will answer like this," the young man said, "Then I will go out and wait for you, and come in later."

Willie watched the young man walk out of the room and close the door gently.Viri suddenly relaxed, and his body was no longer tense. He looked at the priest's robe in his hand, and did not rush to change it immediately, but looked up at the small bedroom.Ignace said that from the moment he woke up, he would start fighting alone.

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