"Esther."

Because she had learned various occult languages ​​from Old Neil, Esther could clearly tell that this sentence was in giant language.

Her body responded to the call uncontrollably, and she still spoke in giant language, but it was not transmitted from the "mouth", which made "Esther's" slightly immature voice appear unclear and emitted a small The buzz: "Amani, I will help Dazhberg out of my own free will, not because of the transaction between you. You can exchange it for the benefits you need."

Heiye smiled slightly: "Although I know you don't understand, I will worry about you."

"Worrying about safety makes no sense to me. What I am about to do can better ensure my existence, that is, the 'safety' you are worried about."

Hei Ye raised her hand and rubbed the soft and slightly curly silver hair on the top of "Esther's" head. She sighed softly: "It's because you only care about existence and don't care about other thoughts, so I don't feel at ease."

"The continuation of existence itself is the only meaning for the activities of a life form like mine. From your perspective, I have no humanity, and even my leader is a divinely-dominated existence."

Heiye held "Esther's" hand tightly, and Esther could detect subtle emotional touches from the closely related Heiye. "Esther" once again conveyed her voice: "I take on the form of a child only because of my The power of autonomy is not enough to escape from the land of the dominant. I am not a child, Amani. I have seen history that is far longer than the time you have been awake, including your history. I have observed it."

"Of course I remember that you mentioned the thread of fate to me many times and compared yourself to a moth trapped in a spider web."

"I'm sorry about the fate you experienced."

"Esther's" unwavering voice was so cold that the "sorry" in her mouth was insincere and even seemed to be taunting, but Hei Ye seemed to have been used to it for a long time: "You are the one who doesn't need to apologize the most, you helped me A lot. Without your comfort, it’s hard for me to imagine how I would have persisted along this journey.”

"I saw potential in you, so I offered you a deal of 'companionship' and gained a short period of freedom. Only then was I able to find a way to escape from the Land of the Dominator in this world. I still need to wait for a turning point in fate."

Without another word in the dark night, the corridor finally reached the corner and walked over to face a brown-red wooden door with a cross engraved on it.

A young man with silver hair that reached his waist was standing by the door. His facial features were soft and he looked like Ganymede, who was the work of the most exquisite sculptor - the only beautiful boy in the legend to have ascended the Temple of Zeus. Contrary to that elegant and luxurious appearance, the young man only wore the simplest linen robe. His similarly silver eyes were gentle and indifferent, and his whole person was almost uncontaminated by the many colors in the world, just like a sketch drawn from a white paper.

The young man gradually raised his eyes and stared at the black night and "Esther" quietly for two seconds.

Then his eyes turned to "Esther": "Zoya, the Lord has been looking forward to your appearance for a long, long time. Come back, the Lord needs you very much."

No, that's not right! What the young man originally said should be——

Esther suddenly lost consciousness of her body again. She seemed to have turned into a puppet, frozen in this strange dream.

Heiye suddenly stood in front of Esther, and there was a hint of anger in her words: "Very good, I didn't expect to see you here."

As the white palm of the night was raised, the young man's image seemed to have encountered an invisible eraser. It began to become transparent from the bottom to the top, and soon only the head remained.

There was no expression on the young man's face. He just looked back at the night quietly, but the white Mobius halo appeared above his head, and the layers of illusory wings behind him made him look more and more like someone who had stepped out of a classical mural. Angel.

A shadow flashed across the young man's eyes, and the silver-white river was flowing along the past and into the future. The young man's figure returned to its original appearance in the order in which it was erased. Esther was very familiar with the power of reversing the cycle, but she could feel that there was something else about the young man that attracted her even more.

The young man only stared at "Esther" from beginning to end: "Zoya does not belong to anyone, the night. Zoya is a scattered starlight that only belongs to fate."

The young man raised his arm and stretched out the hand that had been hidden under his sleeve towards Esther. He released his clenched fist, revealing an unconscious skylark in his palm. No, it was not in a coma. It died many epochs ago, but it survived by chance and was solemnly kept.

The skylark with silver head feathers had a little golden light on its forehead. It kept flashing, calling to Esther, in agreement with her non-existent heartbeat.

It was one of the countless light spots deep in her mind.

The gentleness in the young man's eyes remained unchanged. He looked towards the night, but his words seemed to be a direct rebuke: "Esther doesn't belong to you, or you."

Hei Ye raised her palm again, and this time the young man did not fight against her. He allowed his figure to be completely erased by the invisible force, but the dream began to collapse.

Esther suddenly moved her steps and bypassed the darkness blocking her. The moment the young man used his magical power, the confinement around Esther had been broken.

The darkness did not stop Esther, only a sigh filled with regret came from under the veil.

Esther pushed open the wooden door engraved with a cross at the end of the corridor. She ran in with all her strength. Before the dream completely fell into darkness, she caught a glimpse of a figure standing in front of a marble cross and saw his black hair. With golden hair and priest-like classical robes.

The man turned around.

But no matter how hard Esther tried, she could not clearly see his face, only the compassionate smile on the corner of the man's mouth.

His gentle and tolerant eyes span time and space, pass through the dusty history, and look from the other side of distant memories.

Esther could never take another step forward. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not advance even an inch further in the dream.

The man shook his head: [Zorya.]

A name with a similar origin naturally jumped to the corners of Esther's lips: [Dazhbog?]*

[Всекончается, мойдруг, Разрываюткольцарук.]*/ "It's all over, my friend, your bracelet is torn."

He is already dead.

Just like the skylark held by the young man.

Darkness engulfed Esther's vision, and she began to be unable to tell whether she was leaving memories or dreams.

Her consciousness left here.

The man hummed a folk tune, turned his head and stared at the tall cross quietly again, as if what he just said was not to Esther, but he just read the beginning of the song.

——

Crestel Sesima once again boarded the steam train to Tingen.

As the senior deacon of the "Nighthawks" and one of the three giants of the "Red Gloves", he is not actually so idle. He went to Backlund for business every two days, mainly because the "Goddess Sword" controlled by Cresta was an extremely special existence compared to the entire Church of Night. If given a choice, Crestel himself would prefer to go further north to Winter County, where the temple is located, and visit his old friends.

Not only did he come for the existence of the temple's codename "Super Secret", but also because he received a special application from Klein, Crestel brought the potion materials of the "Joker" formula with him. He planned to complete the matter of promoting Klein to Rank 8 at once after conducting a review.

Dunn's description of Esther's out-of-control behavior in the report made those who knew about the church feel anxious. However, after Her Royal Highness Arianna received the oracle, they suppressed their doubts and trusted the guidance of the goddess wholeheartedly, allowing them to This incident will pass naturally.

The oracle that Crested received was not much different, except for the cold treatment of "no need to transfer", which was to let him go to the Tingen Nighthawks Team to recover the damaged "Starry Night Pocket Watch", but to remove the church special grade inside. The pass badge was left and given to Dunn to use as a backup to suppress Esther.

Picking up the silver suitcase and another small suitcase that never left his body, Crestel stepped off the steam train. Looking at the blue sky, which was much clearer than Backlund, he took a deep breath.

When people who have been in Backlund for a long time come out, they always feel that the air anywhere is better than the air in the Capital of Mandu.

Crested took the earliest steam train, and he had already arrived before he even had time to send a telegram to Tingen's Nighthawks team.

As an Extraordinary at the fifth level of the sequence, with the special assistance of the "Sword of the Goddess", Crestel can already feel the twisting power of fate. He received from the bishop the diary he had written at the request of the church a few months ago. He knew that "Esther", who appeared to be a young girl, had had brief contact with him, but he himself could not remember it at all. .

Simply pretending to be a second meeting is not a big problem, because after reading his diary, Crested regarded what happened at that time as "information related to the sealed artifact" and directly memorized it. Because the two of them were not familiar with each other, Crestel was not afraid of any flaws.

When he walked into the Blackthorn Security Company, Cresty saw the brown-haired girl at the front desk wiping her tears with a handkerchief and rubbing the braided bracelet on her wrist while crying.

Crestel cleared his throat, and the girl raised her head in panic, trying to open a few pages of "Tingen Candide" to hide her face behind: "Oh Captain! I'm not crying, I just got something in my eyes." Thing, the story in this newspaper is quite touching - Huh? You are..."

"Creste Sesima, came from Backlund Parish. I came to check on the situation regarding Old Neil and Esther. There is also a special application from Mr. Moretti."

Luo Shan, who had just been immersed in sadness, quickly wiped her face, her face was red and hot. She quickly stood up from the backstage to lead the way for the gentleman wearing red gloves. Of course, she had heard of this name and knew that the nighthawks The title of "Sword of the Goddess" is spread.

"What were you worried about just now?" Crested asked casually.

Roxanne's expression turned sad again: "It's Esther! This is all so disturbing! She started yesterday - sorry, I lost my composure."

She tried her best to put on an ugly smile: "It's just that after she is gone, I really feel that a bright part of the sunshine is missing in my life."

Crestel nodded and made the crimson moon sign on his chest: "The goddess will bless her."

*The sun god and sky fire god in Slavic mythology.

*Мертвец(The deceased person)——Мельница, a small TV station has songs and translations, I like it very much.

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Many random thoughts:

Russian is so difficult that even the computer translation is difficult. The deformation and pronunciation made me lose my eyesight and give up immediately. I just copied the lyrics. I admire everyone who learns Russian!

The cat pooped on the bed and was very desperate.

"Dazhbog" is also called "Dazbog", Dazhbog/Dazbog, including "God", "God of Heaven" or "God of Giving", etc. I can't think of a special name that is more suitable for him. , especially compared to what this Chaos Sea researcher has done, it is He who truly gave the fire of extraordinary power to ordinary humans, and summarized twenty-two crazy roads to the gods. I also hope that Squid doesn't really reveal the ancient sun god's real name one day, otherwise I will overturn and fall out of the material world. I have even arranged the corresponding names of the other ones...