Crimson Servant

Merlin put down his paw, and the beautiful magical light effect disappeared above his head. The brass dragon shook his head, shaking off the pages that fell on the head guard. After the exaggerated formal ceremony of awarding the Sword in the Lake, Merlin's back, wings and lower body were covered with book pages, and the ground was in a mess.

The brass dragon blinked one right eye at Vivian and smiled happily.

"It's good for us to indulge occasionally and relax our tense nerves."

Vivian looked at Merlin, feeling a closeness to the brass dragon in her heart.

"I feel like there's a connection between us."

"No, we have no connection. What is connected with you is the Sword in the Lake that my physical body evolved. When you leave here and your consciousness returns to your body, you will master that sword, as familiar as your arm. .”

Vivian saw Merlin's tail sweeping through the pile of paper. The tail with two wings swept the papers together like a broom.

"Next, do you want to clean up? Merlin."

Vivian admitted that the way the papers flew around him when Merlin made his announcement was spectacular. But if it was just for a visual effect and left so much work to clean up, Vivian would feel that Merlin was losing more than he gained.

"No! Of course not! Dear Vivian, this is the world of consciousness!"

The brass dragon raised his head, and all the papers around him danced in the air again. They flapped their wings like butterflies, constantly deformed during flight, and finally turned into a group of butterflies dancing around the two people.

"These books are just a manifestation of the knowledge in my mind. In the real world, I certainly would not do this to my collection of books. This is a kind of entertainment and a release of imagination."

"However, even if I were to imagine, I would not imagine the scene of burning books on fire, because the grief in my heart is real when I imagine that cruel scene."

After obtaining the Sword in the Lake, Vivian quickly said goodbye to Merlin. Because of her mission, Merlin did not force the female vampire to stay. Of course, part of the reason is that Vivian can't use psychic powers. She can't trigger cognitive errors in the library. The only books Merlin can read are the books he is familiar with.

"Merlin, how do I leave your library?"

Vivian asked.

Merlin spread his paws in a humane gesture of helplessness.

"What are you expecting? My dear, if I could let you leave, I wouldn't be trapped here. However, John Camp is very good at escaping from here. Maybe the only way to get you out of here is There is a real world where you regain consciousness. You can try to interrupt your consciousness."

Vivian didn't like the term "interruption of consciousness."

"Could it be that?"

"Well, you have to die once, here." Although Merlin was smiling, Vivian couldn't smile at all, "Do you need my help?"

Vivian lowered the corners of her mouth and stared at her brass dragon friend who had felt good before.

"If you can block the pain of death..."

Merlin opened his mouth.

"Don't worry about this, Vivian, you are not some sorcerer who is difficult to kill."

The high-heat ray instantly penetrated Vivian's brain.

Vivian opened her eyes.

She saw Merlin's mouth closing, and the heat was squeezing out from between his fangs. The heat in the air seemed to burn someone.

"Has it started yet?"

"It's over. If our encounter is regarded as a dream, this is already our second date, Vivian." The brass dragon said with a smile, "At the moment of your death, your consciousness Reset in place. This is not good news. It means that you have sunk into an infinite dream, and maybe you will be disconnected from the physical body like me."

"Mind Flayer." Vivian covered her head, her fingers touching the center of her eyebrows, where Merlin's dragon breath once penetrated. Merlin's technique was very swift, and Vivian had not yet reacted. Her brain was still immersed in judging whether the tingling sensation she felt between her eyebrows was an illusion.

"They must have used spiritual power to control my body, preventing my consciousness from returning."

"It looks like there is nothing we can do. But you don't have to worry about that, Vivian, the prophecy reveals that you will save the day."

Vivian leaned against the wall and looked up at the skylight where the sun was shining.

"No, I'm not worried about that. Fighting against Morgan has never been about me alone."

Vivian touched her lower lip.

"They have never let me down in terms of combat effectiveness."

"It was just a matter of time before they found me."

"A blood hunter never loses his prey."

"Like a vampire."

What really concerned Vivian was the current situation of being trapped in this library of consciousness with Merlin.

The scale of time is extremely extended here, that is, the time Vivian and Merlin spend together will last for a long time in her senses.

No race would want to hang out with a talkative brass dragon for very long, and even the brass dragons themselves would not tolerate the chatty nature of another brass dragon.

Vivian raised her head and saw a blond human standing where the brass dragon had been.

He has curly, soft long hair, and his handsome appearance is like a sculpture. But it seems a little too sculpture-like. Both the strong nose and the handsome cheekbones are full of obvious artificial texture. Vivian bet that Merlin must have followed the reference book when he pinched his face. Based on the family characteristics that had been beautified by the painter, Vivian, who was familiar with history, could even tell that this face belonged to a noble from a certain desert dynasty.

"Merlin" holds a staff and wears a wizard's robe. The quicksand condenses into a long sword in his hand.

"A scholar has a scholar's way of communicating, and a warrior has a warrior's way of communicating. Vivian, you have the mission of fighting Morgan. I think maybe I can teach you two moves."

Vivian laughed, Merlin's invitation undoubtedly touched her heart. Compared to boring debates or boring art criticism, Vivian prefers battles under the light of swords.

"I guess I won't be bored anymore," she said defiantly.

"Bored?" Merlin laughed. His pupils shrank into slender snake eyes, and his cold gaze was full of the ferocity of a predator.

Merlin rushed forward, using his sword with one hand to engage in a fierce exchange with Vivian, who had manifested a dagger. The female ranger was immediately suppressed by the wizard's stormy offensive, repeatedly exposing her flaws, and quickly fell into a disadvantage.

"Combat training focuses on talent. The difference in the effects obtained by the same training between talented people and ordinary people is like a huge gap."

"But what stands before you is a master of swordsmanship who has spent a thousand years leveling the chasm."

"Vivian, use your full strength!"

"You're going to fall down a lot."