The King and the Priest[Comprehensive]

……

It seems to hear some voice, if there is nothing.

It came from a very deep place...

wrong.

The person sinking in a very deep and far place should be [him].

The voice was above him, and the reason why it was indistinct seemed to be because it had to pass through an unknown depth of darkness and an unknown depth of water to reach this place, waking up its muddled consciousness.

"……Awake……"

"Not yet..."

"For... also..."

It's just so intermittent, I can't hear clearly at all, and it has no effect other than being noisy.

The sleeping consciousness woke up, to be precise, it was awakened.

But he was confused.

A considerable amount has been worn away over a time too long, even humanly horrifying.

In it, it probably contains extremely important memories.

Even if I gradually wake up, I can't remember who I am, and it seems that I don't have the will to dig deep and recall "myself".

— Hollow.

Like a stone quietly suspended in the dark space, this consciousness is blankly unmoved, even the instinct of "response" is lost.

The voice seemed to be calling him persistently for a long time, but in the end, what he got was nothing but a pool of stagnant water.

Needless to say, this result made the owner of the voice very angry.

"%￥%##%*&!"

This lot of words that seem to be meaningless because of the extremely fast speaking speed are probably scolding him.

After scolding, this voice divided the last patience.

And it may be that the emotion became stronger, the sound penetrated the darkness and the water surface, and when it reached the deepest part, it became clearer and more audible than ever before.

Just listen to the voice roaring:

"If you don't get up again—you—that...you're going to run into trouble again!"

The sound waves flooded.

——Bang!

It only took a moment, as if the originally dead and water surface was shaken violently, thousands of waves were set off like never before.

There are still a few words that I can't understand.

Right at the end of that sentence, it should be a certain person's name.

Not sure what the name that was being obfuscated was.

The only thing that is certain is that at this moment, the muddled consciousness that hadn't responded no matter how you called it, suddenly became completely awake.

"..."

"........."

It finally started.

From nothing to a sudden reaction, he struggled in the dark.

The thick ink-like darkness was like a swamp. The sticky mud not only pulled his limbs tightly, but also blocked his mouth and nose cruelly, making him suffocate and sink in the fearful space that was only dark and dead.

But, now that he has woken up, he must not sit still.

What's more, he clenched his heart tightly because of the fleeting [name] that he hadn't heard clearly, and the heart that couldn't beat was as painful as if it had been crushed.

Anxiety, restlessness, restlessness, panic... So many negative emotions flooded him and overwhelmed him, all because of that thoughtless sentence.

--what happened?

—Who is he...very...important?Are you in... trouble again?what is...

—If he is in danger, I must...

No, no... no!

Must wake up!

Whether it was the scorching burning sensation that extended along the trachea to the inside of the chest cavity, or the huge force that was almost so severe that it would tear apart the limbs, this person who had just woken up could not let this person give up.

It doesn't matter if you suffocate, he is already [dead] anyway.

If the severely dragged limbs are about to be broken, let them be broken. As long as there is one hand left, they must go up desperately until they are out of the "water surface" - and there is only one reason for such desperate efforts.

Memories can disappear, even one's own existence can be forgotten, but "that one reason" has become an instinct.

"I……"

"........."

After struggling desperately and recklessly to get out of the "water surface", the voice that wanted to speak countless times but was difficult to say finally broke through the heavy barrier and spoke out with difficulty.

Although there is only one word.

"pull--"

In the next moment, if thousands of bright rays of light hit his face, the surrounding area including him would be completely illuminated.

It was as if all the colors were swallowed by the blinding light.

……

I don't know how long has passed.

The white light that engulfed everything spread out, fading like a tide, revealing the true face of where he was at the moment in a trance.

Like spreading thin butterfly wings, in the shadows, the eyelids that were originally drooping calmly trembled slightly, and then lifted extremely gently.

"..."

The picture that came into my eyes was almost the same as the darkness that I had been immersed in for a long time, but when the vision became a little clearer, I realized that there were still some differences.

This is a very dark basement.

There will be no sunlight, the only source of light is a dying torch hanging from the wall.

No one likes a place like this.

Not only because of the darkness, but also because before seeing everything around clearly, some unspeakable smell rushed into the nasal cavity for a while.

Although he realized that he suddenly had a body and smelled it, his expression remained unchanged, but it didn't mean he liked the smell.

It was a very familiar smell of decay.

He also discovered the abnormality in his body very quickly, that is: the body is there, but it is not in a "alive" state.

What's more, the problem of amnesia has also been brought along with him, causing him to forget who he is, let alone his life experience and cause of death...

Ok.

Only the two points of "I am dead" and "I woke up at this time because I have to do an extremely important thing" can be clarified even if I am amnesia.

The rotten smell emanating from the body that looks like a dead body but still retains life is inexplicably familiar.

——What is going on with this body of yours? It is clearly still alive, but it is rotting everywhere.Why can it be like this?

If you are a person with amnesia who is a little curious, and you see someone who seems to resonate with "yourself" at this time, you must ask this question.

But he won't.

There is no reason, but if you have to ask, the "object" in front of you that can be regarded as a human figure at most is extremely unpleasant, and you are too lazy to talk.

He just stopped at the spot in silence, listening to the people in the dark room except him.

"Unbelievable, unbelievable! Huh, I didn't expect such an unexpected situation to happen."

"The heroic spirit that appeared from the imaginary number space—well, it's not a heroic spirit, it's not a soul body, has a certain collection of obsessions materialized? It's really unbelievable. The daughter of the Tohsaka family can still have such abilities. More surprises."

This sound is as corrupt as its appearance, like the hoarse friction sound of dead branches and leaves when they are piled together, it sounds very disturbing.

Not the same person, not the voice that woke him up in the dark.

Although he was silent, he quickly observed, searched, pondered in his heart, and quickly sorted out his thoughts.

It's not a heroic spirit or a collection of obsessions of a soul body-this is talking about him.The other nouns mentioned in the words are not within the scope of understanding, so you can ignore them for the time being.

When he appeared here at this time, his appearance should conform to the standards of human beings, but he himself didn't know what he looked like.

He was wearing a tattered gray robe, and the hood was still on top of his head, covering his hair and most of his face in an indelible black shadow.

"The tools delivered to the door, the old man must make good use of them."

The guy who babbled a lot of nonsense to him was an old man who looked extremely skinny, that is, a person who exuded that weird rotten aura.

The remarks made by the old man obviously revealed the meaning of being unfavorable to him, and the eyes he cast were not only simply looking at him, but also intending to use his "collection of obsessions" as a test object.

"Make it into a magic dress? No, I don't know how many impurities are in it."

Being disliked for having too many impurities, he was very calm: "..."

"Hey, just transform it into a familiar. As long as you obey what you say, nothing else matters."

The second half of this sentence can be easily understood.

It means to [enslave] him.

He raised his eyes slightly, and saw the old man showing an ugly, almost ferocious smile, walking towards him carelessly with a cane.

Swishling——sounds that were hoarse and denser than the old man's voice suddenly appeared one after another in the surroundings, like countless insects flapping their wings.

In fact, it seemed to be the sound of insects flapping their wings.

Hundreds, tens of thousands, or even more ugly bugs flew up from the deep hole under the steps, and then climbed up the high platform he was bustling along the steps.

Because there were so many of them, it was like a piece of black cloth that occasionally squirmed was hanging on the stage. This black cloth was still greedily moving forward, trying to swallow him who was still standing still.

The rotten old man walked slowly, seemingly letting go of his guard, but in fact, he would never take a step closer until he was sure that the target was not in danger.

He squinted his eyes and observed for a while, seeing that the swarm of insects had already reached the feet of the gray-robed man, but the man still didn't react at all, and there was no magic wave leaking out, so he could believe that the man was just standing still.

"It doesn't resist, it seems to be a peace of mind..."

However, caught off guard, the voice stopped abruptly here.

The gray-robed man didn't like his voice, didn't like his appearance, and even less liked his rotten and smelly essence.

Therefore, the closer the old man got, the stronger the feeling of rejection in his heart became.

Finally, at the moment when he took one more step and stepped into the restricted area that could no longer be tolerated.

"........."

He, whose expression didn't change for a while, frowned slightly.

He didn't do anything, he just followed his intuition and raised his hand with repulsion.

- Whoops!

The crackling sound that could sour a person's bones exploded in a large area, and then, the dark dark room was instantly brightened!

What changed all that was the flame.

To be precise, it was the flame that swept across the entire insect swarm at a certain moment, and the hot temperature that ignited the flame came from his fingertips.

The outstretched fingers were slightly curled up, and they hadn't touched the flying insects closest to him, but the fire light, as if he had a premonition, descended violently in advance, and swept away instantly.

"Clap clap clap!"

"you--"

The insects that were about to crawl to his feet could only smell the scorching explosions, and not even ashes were left.It was all burned, leaving only the ground that had turned the color of black charcoal.

In the end, there seemed to be an unbelievably shocked and angry voice, but only one word was leaked.

He was the only one who could stand still quietly, except for the disgusting ugly insect swarm, the confident old man was also implicated by the flames and burned to ashes in an instant.

It seems that the change is too fast - but what effect?

Regarding the scene that happened in front of him, there was no wavering in his heart.

All he could have was doubts, and he really didn't understand why there was light that was similar to the sun appearing from his fingertips, it shouldn't be his own power.

And, why do you feel...

"……sister……"

"..."

"save……"

"..."

It seems to have overlooked again, it turns out that there are not only him and the old man in this dark room, there is another one in another place.

The girl who made the weak voice was originally in the deep pit below the steps, buried by the even more terrifying sea of ​​insects.

Barely breathing, and unable to shout, naturally it would not attract attention.

But now, all the bugs in the dark room—even the old man with a strange existence—were completely burned by the flame that appeared miraculously, except for the girl who was skipped by the flame, and her whole body was intact, revealing a figure covered in bruises .

Logically speaking, he shouldn't care about this detail.

After all, he hasn't remembered what the "very important thing that must be done" is. Although it can't be seen on the surface, he is very anxious.

Originally, even the glance that swept over should not exist, he wanted to leave here to find the target that might not exist.

However, who would have thought that looking at him without any emotion would meet another person's eyes.

What kind of eyes are those, the eyes of a girl who has been dyed numb by pain and distortion.

Without verbal communication, just by making eye contact, you can feel the despair of this girl who is probably only five or six years old.

But now, the despair does not seem to be so deep, and there is still hope of seeing the dawn.

This little girl may have recognized the gray-robed man who suddenly appeared here as someone else... maybe her sister.

She thought that the bravest sister in her heart had finally come to save her, so she tried her best to open her eyes and reached out her hand, grabbing at that vague figure that might disappear at any time:

"elder sister……"

"..."

For some reason, he felt a little distressed.

It's not a question of calling the wrong gender, nor is it a question of identifying the wrong person.Rather, he thought that if he wanted to reach out again to help this little girl who looked like a thin kitten, his goal would have to be set back.

but.

Probably can only be pushed back.

The girl was naked, and curled up involuntarily because of the cold.

Those empty eyes did not blink for a long time, only looking in one direction, and slowly shed tears.

At this time, he took his first steps, no longer being a tree rooted in the ground.

You have to step forward on the dark ground with traces of burning, and go down a few steps before you can reach the deep pit that has become extremely empty.

He just wanted to walk over very simply. He didn't think much about bringing the girl out. When he walked forward, he naturally didn't notice...

——This body that I don’t know how to transform looks normal, but there is a big problem!

I took a step forward, and when I took the second step and was about to go down the steps, an accident happened.

Probably the uneven distribution of force.

Maybe it's just that I haven't used this new body to get used to it.

It is also possible... In short, it is due to various possible reasons!

He took another step forward, and when he descended the steps, he somehow...

No, such inelegant words cannot be used to describe him.Although it was indeed a [fall] in terms of the result——

"boom!"

Unexpected, but solid.

This one just woke up, and sure enough, some strange person fell to the ground.

he:"……"

The little girl not far away: "...?"

he:"……"

Still so calm, even though as an "adult" he was still humiliated in front of the underage girl whom he met for the first time, the adult who fell face down still did not show any panic, and even remained motionless.

He is silent.

He is thinking.

The eyes of others had nothing to do with him, but doubts rose from the bottom of their hearts again.

——It still feels like deja vu. Did someone push me like this before?

——Well, I didn't push it, I fell down by myself... huh?when is it

I can't think of it.

A huge piece of memory has been dug away, and it can't be filled at all for a while.

After laying on the ground for a while, the gray shadow stood up as if nothing had happened.

The little girl must not be able to keep up with his rhythm, because after he stood up, he came over and hugged her.

Of course, before hugging her, he took off the robe he was wearing and wrapped it around the girl who had clearly had something unspeakable happen to her.

In this way, the occluder leaves.

The face that had been hidden just now was revealed in the darkened room that had become dark again.

"...Okay, warm..."

Sakura had only been able to see black eyes before, and finally a color that could be called "warm" was reflected.

She herself murmured that in a daze.

See clearly, the person who rescued her was not her sister.However, this big brother with blond hair as gorgeous as the sun brought her the same tenderness.

Wrapped in clothes, the temperature obtained soaked into the chest, which also conveyed a very reassuring feeling.

"That voice I heard, is that you?"

The big brother asked, the blue eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of indifference, but it didn't make the little girl flinch.

"do not know……"

"In the dark, I heard the voice say to me that there is an urgent thing to do."

The elder brother lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on her, but he didn't seem to be looking at her, and he only stated in a calm tone: "I can wake up, and I have a certain relationship with you... then treat it as a Your voice."

"Now, most urgently, what do you want to do?"

It was the first time Sakura heard someone ask this question, asking what she wanted to do.

She didn't have anything she wanted to do, she couldn't think of it, even now...

But apart from being indifferent, the elder brother's gaze also seemed to have a rather sacred sense of oppression, making people unconsciously compelled to listen to him.

So, Sakura could only speak in a daze: "I want to..."

The word "go home" could not be said.

It was also a coincidence, and at this moment, there was a rather violent muffled sound outside the dark room.

It was as if someone stumbled over from the outside, hit the wall several times in a row, rolled down the stairs, and finally rushed in covered in bruises, shouting:

"That's enough!!! Don't torture Sakura anymore! I will definitely accuse... eh?!"

"..."

The man who rushed in with a distorted face suddenly stopped talking, turned into a stunned and dull expression, and looked at the stranger who was holding the girl.

After about 10 minutes.

A man in gray robe walked out of the huge mansion as usual.

He probably accidentally killed the owner of the mansion, but out of his own will, he didn't want to apologize at all.

So just left.

I don't know who I am, I don't know where this is, in other words, I have nowhere to go.Bad luck waking up in such an embarrassing situation.

However, fortunately, this person is a person with extremely high mobility and will never sit still.

He left just in time for nightfall, and in this completely strange world, it should be fairly early when it was just getting dark.

But first, the shops along the street that were supposed to be open were closed one by one, and pedestrians disappeared from the street like flying, and the next thing that went out was the street lights lined up on the roadside.

Soon, he was in total darkness.

People who have just left the chaos don't like darkness, and it can even be said to "dislike".

However, the thought of "what to look for" rose from the bottom of his heart, as if reminding him of what he should do now.

Well, then he remembered, and continued to walk in the dark.

Still aimless, just walking forward in the deserted streets.

Everything I saw along the way was completely unfamiliar, and even people with amnesia could sense that this place should be a "city", but there really wasn't any familiar shadows.

The impatience and uneasiness that was unlike him reappeared, and it intensified with the passage of time.

what to look for

I keep thinking about it, even if I can’t remember it, I have to dig hard.

Fortunately, the hard work was not in vain. After wandering for an unknown amount of time, he finally remembered that the "thing" he was looking for should be bright, extremely bright——

……gold?

"What's the matter with your clairvoyance, are you completely blind? You, you came to the wrong place, bastard."

It just so happened that at this very moment, there was a bright "something" talking to him—something too golden.

what.

His eyes are really bad.

After taking a closer look, I noticed that it wasn't a "thing", but a flamboyant man covered in gold from head to toe.He was standing on a street lamp looking down at him.

"..."

After a moment of silence, he raised his head and asked, "So, where should I go? Where can I find what I'm looking for?"

"I really don't know anything. It's rare for me to be kind, so I'll tell you."

The golden man said he was kind, but in fact he spoke in a cruel and cruel tone: "Destroy this lingering dregs, and if you die cleanly, you may be able to pass quickly."

—Where did you go?

—Hall of Valor.

The author has something to say: Tata is in a very special state now, because amnesia will be more rude than the normal body (too lazy to care about others)

Mr. Jin is here to make soy sauce. The idea of ​​letting Tata die is completely fine, because he will go to the Hall of Valor after he dies. If he is obsessed with it, he cannot go

Okay, I will explain the setting slowly later—gentlemen, kiss me quickly, and after kissing the next chapter, I will let La Er angrily come out to protect his wife

ps The finished product of the second postcard manuscript is also out, it is still on my Weibo, if you are interested, check it out~ It’s so good to see! ! ! !