Shakespeare and Andersen looked at each other, and could vaguely see the worries in each other's eyes from the gap in the mirror.
Adrosson, the servant of the rider summoned them and controlled them with the Holy Grail and the Magic Mirror Magic, making them a puppet for creating phantom spirits.
They had thought of resisting, but they were just the weakest follower, and the treasures were just writing articles or applauding. In addition, Adrosson summoned them out, and they were indeed their master, so they let it go.
"He's completely crazy." Shakesmea 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 his good tutoring made him look so crazy." Andersen's voice looked like an uncle, but he 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's expression was shattered, or he had wanted to do it long ago.
"Oh... Do you really think so?" Shakespeare narrowed his eyes and showed a cunning expression.
"...Who knows." Andersen's mouth also curled a little.
Two great writers who have left their names in history laughed like they were carrying evil people at this time.
But Luo Song, who was dealing with his injuries while talking nonsense, did not notice so much. His attention was completely focused on his own thinking and his memory.
The thoughts and memories about father and mother, about the illusory happy life.
......
Lawrence held his head, curled up in a ball, and hid in the corner of the room.
If you think too much, you don’t know how to think.
Children's Rabbit sat on a stool outside the room, looking worriedly at the direction of Lawrence's room.
She just found this house. The population of London has dropped sharply, and even some illusory and active areas have almost become dead cities.
This is undoubtedly a disaster, a terrible disaster.
So far, at least 100,000 people died directly or indirectly in London at the hands of those phantoms, while nearly millions of others suffered from mental problems because of these phantoms.
This is just a conservative estimate.
Lawrence wanted to think frantically, but as if her brain refused to think, her thoughts were so painful that she could not help herself.
Beads of sweat were covered with beans, and she gritted her teeth because of impatience and pain that she wanted to avoid but could not.
Together with Tsukimaru Rika, she was carrying the mission of specializing in strategy and saving human reason; she was suspicious about Luslan's identity during her lifetime who could not find out the results; she was painful memories of the past awakened by the magic mirror magic; she once again did not have the obsession of saving Simon Netan's child, and...
The sins created by one's own descendants.
One thing after another, one burden after another, endlessly pressing towards Lawrence's shoulders.
"Halley, how good it would be if you were................"
"I can't bear it alone, really...can't bear it..."
Lawrence could not control his emotions at all. As long as he tried to control, Harley would appear in front of him, Simonnetta would appear, and Luslan's face would appear.
There was also Arnold No. 1, the little boy named Nolra Browl, standing in the darkness, among two huge ghost claws, bursting into tears, with an incredible hatred, just looking at him, looking at him.
It's your descendant.
It's you.
The sin committed.
She wanted to follow the nursery rhyme to find Nolra Broll, and then just die in front of the child. In this way, such a thing... can make up for some, and repay some of the sins.
but--
I can't let go of the Lord, Li Xiang.
He clearly agreed to the child to accompany her to the end and save people. If he dies here, will Rika be in danger in his subsequent journey?
What if human beings are not saved?
Ahhh—
Lawrence's nails were almost embedded in the scalp, and blood oozed out, flowing down her face and tears.
If, I was not called—
Bang.
Lawrence slapped himself.
“Uh woo-uh…”
She closed her eyes.
......Lawrence, please, Lawrence, calm down and calm down.
Just after walking here, are you still the proud and omnipotent person?
No matter what happens, we have to face it and solve it.
You are escaping, it's really... a bit ugly.
Lawrence opened his eyes suddenly.
She knelt on the wooden floor and looked ahead in a daze.
A pair of illusory arms, surrounding Lawrence's neck, were hugging her.
Lawrence's open mouth trembled slightly, his pupils were filled with disbelief.
"I've always been by your side, my dear."
“It’s always there.”
"So, stand up your chest."
The sound seemed to exist, but it seemed to not exist.
The feeling of embracing is like illusion and does not exist at all.
Lawrence lowered his head, feeling lost.
“…ah, yes.”
Looking at his hands, there was still some blood on his nails, Lawrence's expression had calmed down, with a tired, self-deprecating smile.
"As a omnipotent person just this level."
“It’s really ugly.”
"... Since it is determined that it is my own task and my own responsibility, I will give it to me with my shoulders." She clenched her hands gently, "I am not willing to face this level of difficulties..."
"What other omnipotent person do I call myself?"
She held her knees and stood up slowly.
But the existence that was standing opposite her without her notice was an impossible existence, smiling and gentle at Lawrence.
That's it.
In this way... is my lover, that genius lover.
Lawrence coughed twice and walked out of the house.
"Children's rhyme, let's go." Lawrence released two simple magic tricks at himself, regained her elegance and demeanor, and looked at the little girl sitting on the chair with her knees in her arms.
Children's Rabbit raised his head and looked at Lawrence.
What I see is not the frustrated person who looks decadent and weak.
Instead, a gorgeous follower with a graceful demeanor, bringing breaths from a stranger.
No matter how many times you are knocked down, you have to struggle to stand up and start over in the most glamorous way. This is the omnipotent person, this is you-
Navigate the gorgeous genius, the shining jewellery doctor, Lawrence Anno Falgo.
"I've 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 perfect."
The nursery rhyme's eyes lit up.
Chapter completed!