The Blood Hourglass

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"Yes!" He nodded, his eyes falling on the cloud of whiteness.

"Then I can know my past?" I remember he said that as long as I return to heaven, I can find the current lord god, my father, to ask for more details.

"If the Lord God is there," he said, wanting to hold me into the white mist.

"Wait!" I stopped, "I can go by myself!"

"You..." Sartres was taken aback and looked down at me, "Is your body okay?"

"At least I can walk on my own." As I said, I fell from his arms, and when my feet fell on the ground, there was only a little softness, but I stood leaning on him for a while, and the discomfort quickly disappeared. Alright! Let's go!"

"Yes, princess." He lowered his head and followed me.

"Princess?" The sudden change of name made me a little uncomfortable.

"Yes! You are the jewel in the palm of the Lord God, and naturally you are the princess of the entire paradise. I used to call you Miss, or Master, because you are in the world. Now you have returned to heaven, you are naturally called a princess." He explained .

"Oh!" I'm not interested in this so-called name, but...I felt a little strange to hear Celia's ironic laugh behind me. But I didn't have time to entangle with her. Facing the thick white mist that obscured all vision, I was at a loss for a while, not knowing which direction I should go.

"What's the matter? Your Royal Highness?" Celia opened her mouth proudly, as if she had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time.

"Nothing!" I ignored her, didn't even give her a straight eye, just stared at everything in front of me, the misty but not misty dust, and asked in my heart, "Do you know what those things are?"

"I don't know, I said that I was just another you born out of your inability to control your powerful power. It can also be said to be a new birth. I don't have any memory of your personal past." I can now communicate peacefully with her. Ask some questions, but generally you can't hear the answer.

"That means you don't know how to get in?" I was a little disappointed.

"No! I know." She suddenly denied.

"Know?" I became interested, "How to get in? I can't see the way ahead."

"The invisible is because there is something obscured, so it's very simple. Remove the obscured thing and you won't be able to see it." She said casually, as if this was a simple matter for her.

"Remove?" I was a little skeptical. After all, there was that kind of floating dust all around. I stretched out my hand and waved some of it, and some of it rushed to my eyes. It seemed that the entire space was there, and it was impossible to remove it.

"What's the matter? Your Royal Highness?" This is the second time Celia urged me, with a mocking tone, "Is there no way out?"

"Celia! Don't be rude." Sartres frightened, then turned to me, "His Royal Highness, you should be in heaven for the first time. Naturally, you don't know how to walk in a clean state. Let me lead the way. !"

"No!" I simply rejected his kindness, and walked away, talking to her in my heart, "How do you want to get rid of it?"

"It's very simple. Spread my wings and shoot twice, I think they will be dispelled." Her answer, but I thought about it for a moment. Since it is so there, it must be useful. If I do this, it will only be given to heaven. Creation and destruction, so I decided not to do so.

But if I don’t do this, what should I do? Go forward, keep going? Maybe my steps are no longer in a straight line.

"Master!" Shu Le is the nearest to my right.

"It's okay!" I know what he wants to say, but I don't want some people to laugh at just entering heaven.

"There is another way!" She in the soul said suddenly.

"what?"

"feel!"

"feel?"

"Yes, it feels, sometimes it will tell you everything. After you know it, you won't be at a loss." She said without making a sound, as if she was asleep.

feel? Is it.

I simply closed my eyes and listened with my heart to everything around me, feeling the difference between them behind me, just like every one of them is the same color, there is always some color difference, so they are different, and the front is the white sand Each one should not be the same.

When I felt that every particle was approaching my sand, they actually made a way for me. It seemed that they didn’t want to stop me from moving forward, so when they rushed towards me, they would always be a little bit away. Some formed a path forward, and along that path, I hit the direction and kept going.

"His Royal Highness! Congratulations on your stepping out of the clean realm and coming to heaven." Sateris asked me to open my eyes and look at the silver door that does not see the top, feeling a stronger sense of depression.

"His Royal Highness, what's the matter? I'm not feeling well anymore?" Seeing me standing in front of the gate of heaven, without the intention of stepping, Satris was a little puzzled.

"No." I retracted my gaze and stepped into the gate of heaven, but if no one urges me, maybe I don't want to step into this gate. It seems that everything inside is not what I desire, but obviously I want to ask myself. Everything in the past.

I don’t understand, the ambivalence accompanied me all the way into the big room inside the door. Such a place can only be described as empty, and the busy angels all around stopped their work and stared at us. A group of people don't know if it is admiring or in a daze.

"They are..." I didn't know any of them, so I asked.

"Servants of my god." Sartres approached me and replied.

"Oh!" I continued forward, walking all the way, and they didn't pay much attention to the general people who were banned on both sides. "Where are we going?"

"I'll send Her Royal Highness and Ritter to see Farham first, and let him heal your injuries." With that, Satreus took a step forward and was going to take us to see that Farham, but when he left and When I was a few steps away, a person suddenly rushed out and rushed towards me.

"Your Royal Highness!" Sartres turned his head in surprise, and Shu Le also rushed out and stood in front of me, preventing the other party from contacting me.

"Your Royal Highness! She is your Royal Highness!" "No way! Don't we only have one Princess?" "It seems that there is another one." The shout of Satreth made everyone present Knowing my identity, I began to talk quietly in private. The strange thing is that no one sentence can escape my ears.

But I was more interested in the one Shu Le blocked in front of me, "Shu Le!"

"Yes!" Shu Le stepped away cleverly, because he believed that the little girl in front of him could not hurt his master.

"Miss Sister!" The other party ran over and hugged me, crying cordially.

"You...know me?" I was very surprised. Didn't Sutters say that I have never returned to heaven? Why is there someone who knows me here?

"Yeah! Of course I know Miss Sister, even if Miss Sister's eyes and hair color have changed, Miss Sister is still Miss Sister." She smiled, holding me and refused to let it go, as if she had found a relative.

"Miss? The color of eyes and hair... has changed..." I suddenly understood, and pushed her away with a cold face, "I think you have admitted the wrong person, I am not Luvian."

"No? Well, I see, what Miss Sister said is not the old Luvian Sister, isn't it? Yeah! At that time they all said that you are a monster. It turns out that Miss Sister and Big Brother are both angels. Okay, monsters are not good, but angels are better." The little girl smiled and completely misunderstood what I meant.

"I'm not Luvian, I'm Missilia, you really admitted the wrong person." I walked around her, stepped up to Sartres, and walked to the door on the side in front.

"No! Miss Sister, wait for me, I am the survivor in Tomb Town! I live here now, Miss Sister, wait for me." The little girl found it and chased after me. I will not let go.

"Come here!" Sartres saw me frown and hurriedly called, "Who is she responsible for the child?"

"It's me!" Someone stood up, a female angel with silver hair and silver eyes, ordinary angels, nothing special, but when she saw me, there was a glimmer of doubt in her eyes, but it was Sutters' sternness. What needs to be dealt with now is, "I'm sorry, my lord, it was my negligence that made her run into you, my lord."

"Okay, you take her down!" Satreus rarely shows up and walks in heaven like this, but his eyes alone are enough to make him call him an adult.

"Yes!" As the other party said, he came to pull the little girl who held my arm, "Go, let's go back to the cabin."

"No, no, I want to be with Miss Sister, Miss Sister, don't drive me away, okay! I don't know anyone here, I only know you, Miss Sister, I want to be with you." The girl just didn't follow her. The hands holding my arms hardened, and the other party didn't let go anyhow, and the other party didn't seem to dare to do anything to her. As a result, our group became a spectacle for everyone at this moment.

"Look, sir..." The other party looked embarrassed and stood aside with his hand.

"Forcibly take her away!" Sartres was already impatient, and said in a commanding tone.

"But... she..." The other party didn't do anything, looked at the stubborn little girl, then looked at me, in a dilemma, "She may be the golden eye of the future, Lord Christel ordered. Take good care of her, and don't let her get hurt, or she will be punished by family rules."

"Oh? Golden eyes?" Saterius said, carefully looking at the little girl, about ten years old, with long blond hair and white skin, very beautiful and cute.

"Yes! She was brought back by Master Chrissy Xinger, so she... is very important." The other party hesitated for a while, and said it.

"Oh? Then you are not going to accept my order?" Satresi's face became colder and colder.

"I..." The other party raised his head, and finally lowered it again, "I'm sorry, my lord!"

"You..." Sartres was already angry, and the golden color in his eyes suddenly appeared.

"You take him to heal the injury first!" It was about to fight, and the little girl holding my arm was clinging to my side in fear. For a while, I felt a little softhearted, "I think His time is running out."

"This..." Satris looked back at the unconscious Rite, then turned around, "But your Royal Highness..."

"I'm fine, leave the matter here to me." I looked at him squarely.

"But..." He looked at me, then at the little girl holding me and the female angel in front of me.

"With Shule, I will be fine."

"Master! Shu Le has something to leave!" Shu Le said suddenly, who had never spoken.

"Well, you go!" Actually, I prefer to be alone.

"The princess, you..." Satris became even more worried.

"Do you think I can't even take care of myself?" Seeing him hesitate so much, I felt a little unhappy.

"Then I will send him to Falham first, and the Princess will wait here for a while." Then, he glared at the female angel and led Celia and the others to the side door.

Feeling relieved when she was in front of me, I just lowered my head calmly and looked at the little girl, "When are you going to hold this way?"

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