Conan's winery play house

Chapter 424 Part of Memories
Lelouch came out of the warship, and immediately saw the young man guarding the door like a loyal watchdog.

"Where are you going next?" Lelouch asked.

"If you have nowhere to go, would you like to come with me?" He issued such an invitation.

Because the other party is really easy to use.

It is more useful than those rebels, and the existence of the rebels is not even needed with the opponent.

"Although I really want to go with you, but I can't, I'm going home." Aito shook his head, his voice sounded a bit shy.

"That's such a pity." Lelouch said with narrowed eyes.

Even if it's a pity, he can't force the other party to stay.

Because I can't beat it.

Lelouch is well aware of his physical abilities.

His brain is very easy to use, but his physical fitness... is a bit hard to describe.

And the other party is obviously the same existence as the green-haired woman who gave him the ability.

Such a means of spiritual communication.

So Lelouch walked away from Aito.

Ai Tuo looked at the surrounding environment, got up and jumped a few times, and then left the residential area.

I randomly chose one of the high-rise buildings in the central district and sat on its roof.

He usually chooses to sit on a high place, so that it is easier to overlook the panorama and see the surrounding situation.

You will also choose a high place when you go out to snipe.

And only when you are in a high enough place will you not meet other people. If you are on the ground, it is easy to meet others.

Daifuku was wrapped in an invisibility cloak, but did not cover his head, so it looked like the head of a teddy bear was floating in the air beside the boy.

Miyamoto Aituo sat on the edge of the roof, his legs were hanging out naturally, there was no foothold under his feet, and he swayed slightly in mid-air empty.

"What does this world have to do with me?"

"The previous world also gave me a very familiar feeling..."

"CC's feels like my mother to me, Lelouch is like Waldrom's brother, Mr. Gojo...Although there is nothing similar except for the same white hair, six eyes, and the same skills, But such features are indeed very similar to me, or I resemble him..." Miyamoto Aituo nodded thoughtfully.

Mr. Gojo is older than him, so naturally he resembles him.

"The trap tower in the Hunter World before also gave me a very familiar feeling..." Miyamoto Aituo sat on the edge of the roof and held his cheeks in thought.

It was somewhat similar to the White Tower he saw in his memory, but it didn't seem to be the same.

Could it be that there are countless traps hidden inside the White Tower like the Trap Tower?
[The fusion of memory fragments is completed, is the host watching? ] The system's voice was so calm and indifferent, but it made the boy's eyes light up.

"Watch!" he said eagerly.

As he made a choice, his body lost consciousness, subconsciously fell, and was hugged by Dafu beside him.

"Wum?" Xiong Xiong stared at the little master with black glass beads for a moment, then untied the coat on his body, and stuffed him into the clothes.

At this moment, Ai Tuo appeared in a strange space.

The pure white mist covered everything around, only the corridor steps under his feet clearly existed.

This is the memory corridor, Miyamoto Ato thought.

At this moment, the corridor ahead was shining, guiding his progress.

He ran to the light source, and returned to the end or end of the corridor.

He stood on the first step, and the light source had long since disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, he appeared in a scene.

Pure white room, soaring dome, soft tulle curtains, and bright floor tiles.

On the bed in the center of the room, lay a thin blanket and seemed to be asleep.

The surrounding people are busy coming and going.

No one could see the figure of the young man standing by the door.

Aituo stared at the figure on the bed, it was a woman with snow-white long hair and crimson eyes.

Beside her, the baby who seemed to have just been born had blue eyes open, neither crying nor fussing, with no expression on his face, as if in a daze.

He doesn't look like a newborn baby. A newborn baby shouldn't be able to open his eyes immediately, he doesn't have that much hair, and he shouldn't be as good-looking as he is.

But he was still a baby.

Aito Miyamoto recognized himself, or rather... the self in memory.

There was a rush of light footsteps, and it could be heard that the person running was not big, and he was still a child.

"Mother, is this Aitto? My brother?" The black-haired, red-eyed boy was wearing a knight uniform, holding a slender sword in his hand, and looked like he had just finished a swordsmanship class.

On the top of his head is a black and red crown of thorns.

Rubies are bright, bright and dazzling.

"Sal, this is Aituo, your younger brother, we belong to each other, say hello to him." The white-haired and red-eyed woman said while stroking the boy's hair with a smile.

"Hi, Aituo, I'm Salvino, your brother, and I will protect you." Then the black-haired, red-eyed boy stretched out his clenched hand and gently touched the white-haired, blue-eyed baby. hand, and a smile of pure joy on his face.

"What is Aituo's ability? Is it the same as mine?" The black-haired and red-eyed boy asked curiously.

"The ability I gave to Aituo...is to be loved. We don't need a second savior, Sal. This world only needs one Salvino." The white-haired and red-eyed woman said to Salvino.

The baby with white hair and blue eyes watched everything silently.

Miyamoto Aituo also watched everything silently.

"Be loved? Can you be loved by others? Even without this ability, my brother will be loved, but this ability is also very good, everyone will give you love, Aito, just like your name ’” Salvino said confidently.

He doesn't look much like Ato's memory now, but people change.

Change because of time, circumstances, or certain people.

"Mother, why doesn't Aituo not cry or smile at me?" Salvino asked, looking down at the expressionless baby.

"Because he doesn't know how yet, Sal, you can teach him." The white-haired and red-eyed woman glanced at the baby with a complicated look, and said to Salvino.

She gave birth to an emotionless monster.

But it doesn't matter, monsters can also be domesticated and successfully live as normal people.

Coupled with the ability to be loved, no one will hate her children for it.

"I will teach him seriously!" Salvino promised after imitating the knight's oath.

Everything looks so happy.

When everyone around him turned into lifeless and soulless paper people in an instant, the smile on Salvino's face did not fall, but his eyes became hollow, as if he was frightened .

"What's wrong with you guys? Mary? Anna?" Salvino looked at the paper people fluttering on the ground around him, his eyes were a little at a loss, but he tried to stay calm.

"Don't be afraid, Sal, keep calm at all times." The white-haired and red-eyed woman sat on the bed, comforting her child.

"Now, take your sword and don't drop it," she said.

Eight-year-old Salvino tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.

"I'm the one who wants to be the hero of this world..."

He whispered to himself, as if giving himself courage.

PS: The next chapter is coming later.

(End of this chapter)