[Fifth Personality] Farewell and meet again [Soul of Umbrella Otome

Time flies and you say goodbye to them and go back to your room.

Getting along with them makes you feel very cordial and relaxed. They are one of the few friends you have after you come to the manor.

After a short rest day, a new period of competition began.But compared to before, it is not so tense and intense. The manor owner is evenly distributed among you in the regulator camp and the survivor camp, so you didn't suffer as many injuries as before.

In your spare time, Brother Su Umbrella Soul will often invite you to drink tea, chat, or go for a walk in the back garden.After going back and forth in this way, you will become more familiar with it directly.

The bland day after day is like adding a drop of bright and warm rainbow in spring to a quiet lake frozen in winter. The moment it falls into the water, it melts the fragile ice layer, and a slight drop appears on the water surface. Ripples, a very small amount of color smudged with the wave circles, embellished the pale face of the lake with a light makeup.

If your life before was a heavy, mechanical Western clock placed in the hall, shaking its icy wheels endlessly; then now it is a robin singing lively among the branches and leaves outside the window every day on time, agile and tireless The ground opens and closes the small and exquisite but hard beak.

It's nice to have company, it's nice.Intersecting and caring for each other, breaking the dark and cloudy sky.

You're like a kid who got a sugar man.

You start to have expectations, feel expectations, and be expected.There are expectations for tomorrow, expectations for communication, and expectations for others' expectations of you.

It's just... Recently, there are always restless people on the Survivor side who are ready to move, trying to break this seemingly fragile peace like window paper.

The owner of the manor sent a secret letter——

Deal with a malicious Survivor.

That's why you combine regulators and survivors.

The owner of the manor appreciates your abilities very much, and you look like a weak woman, with very little deterrent effect, no one will think that you will pose any threat to their lives.So you are very suitable to deal with some undercurrents for the manor owner, and it will be more convenient for you to move between the two camps if you are both a supervisor and a survivor.

Looking at the name on the secret letter, the corner of your mouth couldn't help curling up a mocking arc.

You are all too familiar with this name.

Your unpredictable identity will inevitably lead to the existence of people who are extremely dissatisfied with you, but most of them are survivors. After all, they will treat you as a spy of the regulator.This makes you extremely helpless, God knows how serious you are about every game, why are there so many gossips?Except for the two souls of Su Umbrella who are acquainted with you and may take care of you, which other supervisors have ever shown mercy to you?

Therefore, their doubts about you are completely nonsense.

The survivor in the secret letter is one of the people who are dissatisfied with you. He is always full of guard against you, and he never gave you a good face in the game, and even deliberately attracted the mentally abnormal supervisor to you.The last time you were able to suffer such a serious injury, most of it was thanks to him.But you don't want to bother with this kind of person, after all, if you really want to deal with him, there are plenty of opportunities, just let him do what he wants.

But the survivor recently was a little abnormal.

He becomes friendly and approaches you intentionally or unintentionally.The unabashed hostility towards you that used to be on your face has now turned into a disgusting affinity, like adding delicate wrapping paper and ribbons to rotten and foul-smelling melons and fruits. , can hardly hide its stench.

He looks like he has been trained in speech, and he starts to test you with insinuations.It seems that you just inadvertently ask about your background or daily life, like an acquaintance who has known you for a long time, but in fact, from time to time, some words about this manor, manor owner, supervisor camp, etc. are mixed in, if you are not used to it. Be vigilant, afraid that he will also lead him into the pit and say something that shouldn't be said.

You act flattered by his sudden friendliness, as if touched by someone else's emotional handout to you.Under his eyes of being extremely satisfied with your reaction, he pretended to be innocent and innocent, and enthusiastically answered the things he wanted to know.Of course, there are some things that you can't tell him, but you can't lie too exaggeratedly, so you can mix the truth and the false.

Sure enough, this person already had a different heart and should be dealt with.

Never expected that after the game, he would invite you to the abandoned house in the back garden of the manor in the evening. His words revealed ambiguous meanings, as if he wanted to express his heart to you.You couldn't help being stunned—it was delivered to your door by yourself.So you showed him a shy expression, and agreed to him affectionately:

"Okay. But...don't let anyone know, it's our secret."

You sigh in your heart at the "greatness" of this person, and it is disgusting and funny that you can say such a reason to express your heart in order to obtain information.It's unbelievable, what kind of confidence does he think that a person of the opposite sex whom he has targeted everywhere will fall in love with him so easily?

Foolish self righteousness.

You smile slightly.

In the evening, the bright red Huoshaoyun was not seen, and the sky darkened ahead of time, and the cold wind blew the black and gray clouds, crying and complaining.You stuffed some things you needed into your sleeves, put on your cloak and arrived at the big abandoned house in the back garden of the manor as promised.Usually no one comes to this big abandoned house. It is full of dilapidated ruins and no sunlight all day long.It is said that at night, weird crying and screaming can always be heard from inside.

Find such a weird place to "express your heart", you really admire this person.

That person greets your slowly approaching figure, his eyes are full of certainty.He took out a delicate red rose from his arms and solemnly handed it to you.

"Beautiful lady, please stay with me. Please forgive me for my rude behavior. I blame myself for being sleepless and tossing and turning at night. I have long been addicted to your sweet voice, angelic face and gentle kindness. It's understandable. The time I didn't see you was so painful. Would you like to be a part of my heart? Pump and jump with my life."

He looks eager and cuts straight to the point, gazing at you with affectionate eyes.He believed that no woman would refuse to be under his handsome appearance and touching affection.

Smart words.

You covered your mouth, took his rose, gave him a shy smile, and opened your mouth to say what you promised, but suddenly thought of something, and your originally smart eyes mourned, with a sad tone explain:

"But... you know, we are deeply trapped in this manor. How can there be any tomorrow, future? How can we have any results?"

"No, please believe me, the God of Love will dominate everything. We will work together to overthrow this cruel manor and become the ultimate victor."

So that was his purpose.

There was a twinkle of interest and sarcasm in your eyes.

It's too much for mere ants to try to overthrow the high wall.

Your eyes widen slightly, and you look surprised at his boldness and ambition.Think for a moment under his solemn expression, then stare carefully at his "affectionate" eyes with your smart star eyes, seem to ask him, and seem to be whispering softly:

"The god of love will rule over everything...?"

"The God of Love will take care of all those who love each other!"

"Then... are you willing to sacrifice everything for the God of Love?"

Hearing this, he was suddenly a little dazed, and the eyes staring at you gradually began to become erratic, cloudy and not as clear and bright as before:

"Of course I am willing... to give everything to the God of Love..."

You smiled and looked at his lost eyes approvingly, just like coaxing a lost child, follow the instructions:

"Okay. Look... this rose is not as red as it used to be. What should I do?"

"Dye it red..."

"Yes. Use your warm blood to dye it red."

You took out a dagger from your sleeve and gently placed it in his hand together with the rose.

He piously put the rose on the ground, then knelt down in front of it, like a martyr who swore to defend his faith, raised his wrist with one hand, and cut open the artery of his wrist with the dagger in the other.The purple blood splashed out, rendering the already bright red roses even redder along with the branches and leaves.He didn't seem to feel any pain at all, he just knelt loyally in front of the rose, letting the continuously gushing blood drown it.

His lips were getting darker and darker, his body was trembling, he was on the verge of falling, and he fell to the ground in a short while, his eyes were fixed on the rose that had already been drowned in blood, looking funny and pitiful.

Perhaps cutting the wrist artery may not necessarily lead to death, but the poisonous dagger will not have that kind of uncertain possibility.

The dead cannot speak, and no one will ever know what happened here.People will only find that there is another survivor in this manor suffering from the infinite reincarnation competition, losing his desire to live, and committing suicide in the abandoned house on this sad evening.

Blame yourself.

You looked indifferently at his wide-opened but already icy body, turned around, gathered the cloak around him, disappeared in the shadows, and left quietly.

The cold wind brought dust from all directions, passed through the ruined walls, and through small gaps, there was a whimpering sound, mixed with the faint green light like jumping fireflies, like a galaxy falling, scattered on the cold body .Then it turned into a dark green flame, together with the bloody rose, instantly burned into ashes without a trace.