Chapter 724: The Redemption of the Almighty, the Shining Jewel Doctor
Shakespeare and Andersen looked at each other, and through the gap in the mirror, they could vaguely see the worry in each other's eyes.
Adroson, this rider summoned them, controlled them with the Holy Grail and Mirror Magic, and turned them into puppets that created phantoms.
They had thought about resisting, but they were just the weakest kind of servants, and their Noble Phantasms were just writing articles or clapping applause. In addition, Adroson summoned them, and it was indeed their servants.
Lord, just let it be.
"He has gone completely crazy." Shakespeare curled his lips and commented on Luo Song, who was sitting in a chair and talking to himself.
"He was completely crazy from the beginning, but a good tutor made him not look so crazy." Andersen sounded like an uncle, but looked like a child.
He glanced at Shakespeare and then at Adrosson.
"He doesn't seem to be able to pay attention to us now." Shakespeare smiled.
"So what, we can't escape, we can only be trapped in this small cage, like a canary." Andersen had a troubled expression on his face, or in other words, he had long wanted to.
"Oh...do you really think so?" Shakespeare narrowed his eyes and showed a sly expression.
"...Who knows." Andersen's lips also curved a little.
Two great writers who have left their names in history are laughing like evil men at this time.
But Luo Song, who was talking about his injuries while dealing with his injuries, didn't notice so much. His attention was completely focused on his own thinking and memory.
Those thoughts and memories about father and mother, and about the illusory happy life.
...
Lawrence held his head, curled up into a ball, and hid in the corner of the room.
If you think too much, you won’t know how to think.
Nursery Rhyme sat on a stool outside the room, looking worriedly in the direction of Lawrence's room.
She found this house at random. The population of London has dropped sharply, and even some areas where ghosts are active have almost turned into dead cities.
This is undoubtedly a disaster, a terrible disaster.
So far, at least 100,000 people in London have died directly or indirectly at the hands of those phantoms, while there are close to millions of others who have suffered from mental problems more or less because of these phantoms.
This is just a conservative estimate.
Lawrence wanted to think crazily, but it was as if her brain was refusing to think. Her thoughts were so painful that she couldn't help herself.
Big beads of sweat covered her face, and she gritted her teeth because of her impatience and the pain she wanted to avoid but couldn't avoid.
Together with Fujimaru Ritsuka, we embarked on the mission of conquering the singularity and saving humanity; the investigation into the mystery of Ruslan's identity during his lifetime was inconclusive; the painful memories of the past awakened by the magic mirror; and once again failed to save Simonetana.
Children's obsessions, and...
The sins created by his own descendants.
One thing after another, one burden after another, pressed endlessly on Lawrence's shoulders.
"Harry, it would be great if you were here...how nice..."
"I can't bear it alone. I really...can't bear it..."
Lawrence couldn't control his emotions at all. As long as he tried to control it, Harley, Simonetta, and Luslan's face would appear in front of his eyes.
And Arnold No. 1, the little boy named Nora Brower was standing in the darkness, between two huge ghost claws, with tears streaming down his face, and an incredible amount of hatred, just looking at it.
Him, look at him.
Is your descendant.
It's you.
crime committed.
She wanted to follow the nursery rhymes, find Nora Brower, and then die in front of the child. In this case, in this case... to some extent, she could make up for it and pay off some of her sins.
but--
Master, I can't let go of Ritsuka.
He obviously promised the child that he would accompany her to the end and save humanity. If he died here, would Ritsuka be in danger during his subsequent journey?
What if humanity is not saved?
Ahhh——
Lawrence's nails were almost embedded in her scalp, and blood oozed out, flowing down her face along with tears.
Having only come this far, are you still the proud omnipotent person?
No matter what happens, we have to face it and solve it.
You who are running away are really...a bit ugly.
Lawrence opened his eyes suddenly.
She knelt down on the wooden floor and stared blankly ahead.
A pair of illusory arms wrapped around Lawrence's neck, hugging her.
Lawrence's open mouth trembled slightly, with disbelief in his pupils.
"I'm always here for you, honey."
"Always there."
"So, puff out your chest."
The sound seemed to exist, but also seemed not to exist.
The feeling of hugging is also like an illusion and never existed at all.
Lawrence lowered his head, feeling lost.
"...Ah, yes."
Looking at his hands, there were still some blood stains on the fingernails, but Lawrence's expression had calmed down, with a tired, self-deprecating smile.
"Only to this extent, he is considered an omnipotent person."
"It's really ugly."
"...Since you have determined that it is your own task and your own responsibility, just use your own shoulders to help me carry on." She clasped her hands gently, "I am not even willing to face this level of difficulty.
face......"
"Why do I still call myself an omnipotent person?"
She held her knees and stood up slowly.
But when she was unaware, the person standing opposite her was an impossible existence, looking at Lawrence with a smile and tenderness.
This is how it is right.
This way... is my lover, the lover who is so genius that no one can compare to others.
Lawrence coughed twice and walked outside the house.
"Nursery Rhyme, let's go." Lawrence cast two simple magic tricks on himself, regained his elegance and demeanor, and looked at the little girl sitting on the chair holding her knees.
Nursery Rhyme raised her head and looked at Lawrence.
What I saw was not the frustrated person who looked decadent and weak.
Rather, he is a gorgeous servant with a graceful manner and an aura that does not allow strangers to enter.
No matter how many times you are knocked down, you must struggle to stand up and start over in the most glorious way. This is the almighty person. This is you——
The master of gorgeous genius, the sparkling jeweled doctor, Laurence Annaud Falgault.
"I have already thought about it, let's go." She said to the nursery rhyme with a smile, "Whether it is my mistake or my task, it will be completed perfectly."