Man is in the moon, the dead apostle starts

in one place,

There is a girl.

She is the embodiment of truth, capable of all things, capable of all things.

If you whisper the arrival of life, then life will bloom quietly, if you expect death, then the valley of death will emerge, it can be said that she is connected to this world, and this world is also connected to her.

In this world, she is almost omniscient and omnipotent, which is an authority that even the gods of the past could not have.

In her eyes, there are no secrets, the past, present and future are like flowing rivers.The past is the present, and the future is also the present. Her life has no surprises, no expectations, and the end can be seen at a glance.

In order to increase the fun of life, she made a rule for herself.

[Don't look at your own future. 】

The girl restricts her great power, omnipotence is just a burden to her, and this kind of life will only make her wither gradually.

Facts have proved that her approach is correct. Omniscience and omnipotence will even make people feel that life is a boring thing. If it continues, the girl will definitely die.

At least she can breathe a sigh of relief as she is no longer omniscient, and can do some things, such as listening to the birds chirping outside and looking up at the blue sky when she wakes up every morning, and also being able to follow her father's instructions and use magic tricks Do things like this.

Although she can fully grasp those magic tricks just by looking at them.

There is also the newborn sister, poking her soft cheeks with her fingers, like cotton, although she still can't cry and laugh like her father and mother, but at least she looks the same as a [human].

But that's all, she never felt anything about these behaviors, she just made herself look like a [human].

In the rotation of the ticking pointer, today has become yesterday, and tomorrow has become today. Even if she no longer knows everything, the spirit of the girl will inevitably slump. After all, it is too difficult for a person to live like a god, and it is too difficult for a god to live. It's too unrealistic to live like a human being.

But the girl doesn't care about these, as long as she can continue to live, because she is looking forward to a certain [fun], which is the future she saw before she put the shackles on herself.

【While participating in the Holy Grail War, she will fall in love—】

After observing this result, she no longer continued to look at her own future. This was enough. Originally, she could control the world at her fingertips and edit it at will, from countless world lines. Pick the one you like the most and move on.

But she didn't do that, just thinking of the arrival of love, the girl's heart would beat endlessly.

As that day approached, the girl became haggard, maybe this was "expectation", she imagined countless ways, she was so eager, but she didn't have any expectations.

Finally, the time came to [-] AD, the fateful day in February, but fate seemed to have played a joke on her, and everything was as usual, and she didn't get what she wanted.

Frustrated, the girl continued the meaningless Holy Grail War, perhaps because she still had a glimmer of expectation in her heart.

Until she saw that person.

It is completely different from what I expected, and it contains unknown mysteries, even if I am connected to the root, I cannot analyze it.

Although he is not her own follower, no... it should be said that he is not a lifelike existence like a heroic spirit, but a living life. Although everything is different from what she thought before, there is only one thing that is What's true is that she really fell in love with just one look.

He loves to laugh, and there is a smile on his face all the time, and the deep darkness is connected under the blue eyes, making it impossible for people to know his true thoughts.

He is very like the cold wind in winter, but has the gentleness like the warm sun in summer.

He always looks like he doesn't care about anything, that's because nothing can bother him.

The double guns were a gift from the planet, and any mystery would only fall apart before that.

Before meeting him, the girl was just a god who looked like a girl. It wasn't until she really experienced love that she became a living girl with the power of a god.

Perhaps this is the fall of God, or the birth of God, no one is qualified to assert such a thing, but there is only one thing that is certain,

——The girl named Sajo Aiga really came here.

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"I actually had a dream. It must have been a long time since the last time I had a dream, right?"

Mikael woke up from his sleep, the sun came in through the gap of the closed curtains, dyeing the fine dust in the air with a touch of gold, and the chirping of birds announced the arrival of a new day.

He stood up and opened the curtains, allowing the morning sun to fill the room. Through the glass window, he saw a small figure practicing hard in the warm room.

It was a girl who looked about six or seven years old. If she were someone of the same age at this time, she would definitely close her eyes and go back to sleep, and she had already started to do the morning class assigned by her father.

That girl should be Shajo Aiga's younger sister. Mikael saw some similar characteristics in her, but compared with her enchanting older sister, she was inferior in every aspect by more than a star.

The morning class seemed to be practicing some kind of magic. Just through the arrangement of the ceremony and some incantations, Mikael could tell the type of magic she was practicing.

It is very simple black magic, gaining power through [sacrifice], the reason why it is called black magic is very simple, the stronger the negative emotions of the sacrifice, the stronger the mystery it can trigger, so let the sacrifice The product feels the pain, and then deprives it of its life.

It's just that the girl didn't take the life of the pigeon as a sacrifice, nor did she torture it, she just stared blankly at the singing pigeon at her feet, and seemed to be talking to herself.

……

"Good morning."

Sajo Ayaka looked towards a certain place in the garden. Normally, her father would be standing there, but today was the day when her father would help her watch the black magic practice.

"Father?"

No one responded to her, and her father wasn't there today.

The pigeons at her feet cooed and came up to her, pecking at the rice grains scattered on the ground.

"I'm not talking about you..."

She sighed softly and stroked the smooth white feathers of the pigeon.

"Don't talk to pigeons, I've said it before, Ayaka."

Familiar voice.

Sajo Ayaka turned around abruptly, and saw that familiar figure. At the entrance of the garden, a tall middle-aged man stood there with his back to the light. The edge of his body was outlined by the dazzling sunlight. A dim shadow, unable to see his face.