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Chapter 295 I'll Just See How Many Chapters I Can Write By Being a Black Prince (15)

Hathaway can be said to be a flop.

Seems like it's over?
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"Alentia is here..." There was chaos in her mind, but she was still conscious after all. Hathaway gradually woke up, rubbed her painful head, and tried to open her eyes, wondering if she had just played it off. Send everyone back to the resurrection point——

however.

She opened her eyes and was stunned when she saw everything around her clearly.

This is a tall tower.

Just like in memory, the stone inner wall was covered with dark green vines, and there were mottled traces left on the surface. Her eyes subconsciously searched for somewhere, and found that the rusted iron chain was still there, extending to the area covered by vines. end of cover.

And the other end...

Hathaway's face turned pale, and she turned her head slowly, her eyes fell on one of her wrists - there was the other end of the iron chain, where the shackles were fastened.

This……

"This is where your story begins."

Hathaway raised her head abruptly, and a different surprise was added to the shock that had not subsided: "...Iser?"

Esther—the "big fool" she knew in the capital of the sanctuary, or...

Cyan phantom.

"Your strength...spirit?" Hathaway realized what was happening, let out a breath, and lowered her hands.

The initial look of even panic had completely disappeared.

Esther looked at her, and she didn't know whether it was admiration or something and said, "When you find out that everything about you hasn't 'returned to the original point', are you relieved?"

"Maybe." Hathaway paused.

"The tallest tower of the elves. Aren't you the daughter of the elf king? Why are you imprisoned here? Like a... poor prisoner."

Hathaway raised her lowered eyes again - Esther still had a pure and kind smile on her face, but something was different.

At least the meaning of these words is worth studying.

"Yes, a prisoner." She was not annoyed, "Because I am a prisoner, I have to atone for my sins, become the strongest sage, and then..."

"Be exploited?"

Hathaway was expressionless.

Was it taken advantage of?

Something flitted through my mind, dazzling, but the tone was very stable.

"Ah."

Esther raised an eyebrow.

Hathaway leaned back, her back pressed against the cold wall, the iron chain was dragged because of her movements, and hit the ground, making a thumping sound: "I don't understand."

"Like? Maybe I know something?"

Hethaway ticked the corner of her mouth and wrenched his fingers: "Hir Hai was a substitute from birth, but when he made the decision to die with the Black Prince, what is the belief that supports him? If people have always been Then he is just a substitute until he dies. But the human race has no king since then, and he seems to have really taken revenge on the empire... What's going on?"

Esther thought for a while: "Maybe... there is both resentment and gratitude? However, it is also very possible that there is no thought at all."

Hathaway raised her eyebrows.

"Expectation and shaping are very strange things-you actually know better about this matter, right? Miss sister, don't want to end up like him?"

Hathaway: "I suspect you are a fake Esther."

Iser let out an "ah": "I didn't recover my memory before, and the silver protection consumes too much for us. It's a little bit worse. The black partner has completely lost consciousness."

That's why it can be completely controlled by the black prince.

And he was even able to pop up and guide her to use the capture stone.

Hathaway was at a loss for words for a while, and didn't really want to talk.

End... In fact, thinking about it this way, her end seems to be better than Xier Hai.

Um, not much better.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Seeing her like this, Esther couldn't help being curious, "If you win my trust, maybe I'll leave with you?"

Hathaway: "..."

Hathaway: "Farewell."

She did have the idea of ​​collecting phantoms before, just to prevent him from falling into the hands of the Black Prince...but now the Black Prince is about to fall.

"You're scared." Esther said suddenly.

Hathaway paused.

"You can't distinguish between reality and illusion, because you feel...you've died a long time ago." Esther walked towards her and knelt down in front of her, "But you saw hope again."

Hathaway stared at him for a while, then—raised her hand and pointed to the door.

Esther: "?"

"That's also hope." Hathaway tilted her head
Hathaway remembered that there was only one door in this tall tower that was the same every day. She could see that door, but she couldn't get out until a person walked in.

At that time, she thought it was hope.

……

"What do you want to say to me?" Hathaway was silent for a while, then withdrew her hand, "If it's because I slandered Alfred and you want revenge on me, I have nothing to say, but I still have to go out— —I promised the man."

She still remembers what she was going to do.

Reclaim the phantasm of the Black Prince, and let this pathetic creature truly say goodbye.

She couldn't judge how these so-called villains appeared.

"By the way, there is someone very important in your heart." Esther saw her stand up, and there was a rattling sound of the iron chain being pulled - when he said this, all the sounds suddenly disappeared.

Esther looked at Hathaway's sudden stiff movements, and tried a bit: "That person——do you like him?"

Hathaway's movements stopped for a few seconds.

A few long seconds.

Then she chuckled—

"Like? Nope.

"You know...Alan and Tia. Either Alan and Tia, or Alan and Tia—a continent of the living, and a continent of the dead. The Death God controls death, she once said,' All souls exist in Tia, and will find a way to return to the Allen Continent'.

"What I want to say is... the living must have the form of the living, and so does the dead. But I can't find the possibility of returning to any place on this road.

"This me...what the hell is it? I didn't care about the reality and fiction that those people said, because compared to that...I'm afraid I don't even count as the dead.

"The me like this is just a bubble, which will be burst and dissipated one day.

"I... have no right to like anyone at all."

……

Esther looked at her.

That figure stood quietly, the eyes under the brown hair were dark green, at this moment it looked...

There is such a sense of tragedy.

However, her words did not feel this at all.

Esther found that she was laughing most of the time.

"Stop talking nonsense, can you let me go out and you can tell me the number." Before he had time to think about it, Hathaway had already opened his mouth, almost stepping on him, and there was only a little trance firmness in his eyes.

Iser was startled, subconsciously: "Yes."

Then something came to mind: "Actually, he has been calling for you."

Hathaway was also taken aback.

(End of this chapter)