Solstice Executive Officer, the start of the game is bound to the injustice system

"Columbia, don't look back, run straight ahead."

"What about you, teacher!"

"Teacher wishes you..."

"Snapped!"

The weak pain forcibly interrupted the scene, allowing the girl to wake up from her dream.

Columbia opened her beautiful eyes in confusion, and then she revealed an embarrassed smile after seeing the person in front of her clearly, "Teacher, good morning."

"You, did you stay up late again yesterday?"

The black-haired boy raised the newspaper rolled into strips in his hand. His slightly long hair looked like it had not been repaired for a long time, and a few conspicuous white strands could be seen between the black hair.

He took out a heavy scarf from behind, the snow white was mixed with a few streaks of red that spoiled the beauty.

"The temperature has dropped recently, don't get sick."

"Thank you, teacher!" Columbia took the scarf with both hands and put it on her neck happily. She smiled when she felt the warmth.

"When the white thread is used up, it can only be replaced with red thread, just like the red in your hair."

The boy answered in advance before Columbia could ask. The extremely cold weather made him a little unbearable. Maybe it was the limit.

This body also needs to...

"Teacher, your body," Colombia's eyes flashed with distress. No one knew the boy's physical condition better than her. She knew it from the first time they met five years ago.

Those eyes are gradually losing their life, but there is still something burning stubbornly in them, unwilling to be extinguished.

"Don't worry... Cough, have you studied the repertoire that I taught you a few days ago?" The young man took the worn but clean harp from his waist, with a look of hope in his eyes.

"I still can't do it, teacher... sorry."

Columbia's knuckles turned white when he took the harp, she didn't want to see the teacher's disappointed eyes, she only had the teacher left.

She raised her head and looked out of the window. There was almost no life in the white world.

On a certain day five years ago, the sky shattered, and the world began to enter the countdown to collapse. An extremely cold storm enveloped the entire continent.

Under the shattered sky, an unknown starry sky was revealed.

Columbia lost everything, and everything sank into the abyss in that initial disaster.

If everything is lost, there is no point in even surviving.

At the moment when she was struggling to put the rope around her neck with her right hand, which was blue from the cold, the teacher appeared silently and rescued her.

The teacher didn't say his name, but just brought her to the current shelter, which could barely be called home.

"Columbia, you are the past, you are the present, and you will be the only future."

The teacher once said this to her, and the eyes seemed to contain the expectations of the whole world.

"I'm leaving," the young man's sudden voice sounded like a verdict, causing Columbia to freeze on the spot, her hand holding the harp almost loosening her grip.

She hasn't asked where all that new knowledge came from, hasn't known your name yet, hasn't...ready to say her final farewell.

Columbia has long known that this day will come, but until now, she is still not ready.

Get ready to say goodbye.

She doesn't know what a teacher is to her, a benefactor?A friend?Or family?

The young man raised his head, as if he saw signs of brokenness in his deep eyes, and he suddenly smiled with relief.

"Columbia, don't look back, run straight ahead."

The young man opened the door that had been sealed for a long time, and what appeared in Columbia's eyes was a downward road with no end in sight.

"What about you, teacher?"

Columbia pursed her lips, wanting the response she wanted to hear.

The boy just stood there, and the next moment the whole world began to tremble violently, "The end of this road is the future of the world."

"May you go to the end of the road and witness the real end."

"Goodbye, Columbia."

Or... never again.

After Columbia was pushed into the door, the sound of the door closing was particularly dull, followed closely by the sound of locking.

"Goodbye, teacher."

I didn't even know his name until the end.

She bit her lower lip tightly, put her hands on the door and gradually lowered them, her bright eyes were dimmed at the moment.

"Keep going forward..."

Columbia murmured the last words left by the young man, and walked down the road stiffly. The violent tremors from time to time forced her to hold on to the edge of the wall to move on.

She didn't know what was happening outside, nor what the world would look like, but she didn't know when her body began to melt like a bubble.

The shaking of the world slowly stopped, Columbia's body gradually lit up with a crystal light blue light, and the body that had started to dissipate gradually returned to normal.

Shattered images of memories flooded in.

She remembered... She once waited by the side of the throne. On the day the sky shattered, the authority of the fairy was also severely damaged by [Truth], thus losing all memory and falling to the earth.

The world will be born again, but her age will sink forever into the abyss, like withered leaves rotting through the earth.

As the only survivor in the world, she will go to the next era alone, as a trace of the world's existence.

come down.

It is an abyss with no end in sight, constantly sinking into deeper darkness. I stretch out my hands to grab something, but only the broken past and reality.

everything is over.

Columbia slowly closed her eyes, and a crystal tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

If we could meet again, would you recognize me?

If I still have a chance, I really want to say thank you.

What is the end of the abyss?

Columbia only saw the blue light shining in the endless darkness, which were countless transparent coffins.

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"Lord Columbia."

"The Hermit and the Puppet will arrive in Winterfell tomorrow."

The nun bowed slightly from behind and said respectfully, as long as she raised her head, she could see the beautiful figure standing quietly in front of the blinds.

Columbia just watched the snowflakes falling outside the window silently, and said softly after a few seconds: "I see."

The nun retreated silently. I don't know if it was an illusion. I always feel that Mrs. Columbia is a little strange today.

Columbia exhaled lightly, remembering what happened so long ago.

The eyes opened slightly, revealing a faint golden glow. These eyes, which do not belong to the present era, can only look at the shadow of the person in the past.

In the past, she could only watch everything happen and was helpless, but now it is different, even the so-called fate in the teacher's mouth...is an obstacle that can be overcome.

This time, it was her who would guard her, even if she could only watch silently.

Columbia only hesitated for a moment, then took out an ordinary white silk suspender belt from the closet and smiled at herself in the mirror.