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

At night, some kerosene lamps are always lit in the back garden of the manor for the convenience of passers-by.The candlelight in the glass cover danced in the garden at night, and the radiance smudged into a hazy halo, like the sun in daytime, coating the surrounding flowers, plants and trees with a layer of bright yellow golden thread, turning the already ruined The moon was even paler against the backdrop.

The bright yellow laurel tree was suddenly deprived of part of its light by a shadow. It was the tall shadow of a middle-aged man reflected on the tree by the light and flashed past.He clasped his robe with both hands, lowered his head slightly in the hat, and walked with a little haste, heading towards the large abandoned house.

"Ah...Mr. Archer, you're safe. It's so late, are you also here to enjoy the flowers?"

You step out from behind a cluster of flowers, surprised by this somewhat hurried man, who seems to wonder that there are people wandering around the garden so late.

The man's figure paused, and the steps he was about to take suddenly retracted, obviously taken aback.Then when I saw that it was you who suddenly came out from behind the flowers, that weak and weak supervisor and survivor, I let down my vigilance a little:

"Miss Gui'an. The room is too stuffy, so I'll come out for a walk."

His tone was calm and unhurried, if he hadn't been observed hurriedly in the dark just now, it seemed that he really just came out for a walk.

You smiled and nodded slightly, looking at him calmly.

As an archer, long-term high-intensity training has made him tall and burly, especially the strong muscles of his arms look extremely powerful.For such a strong man, he will definitely be invincible. Even if you have undergone special training, the difference in strength is too large, and it is still easy to make mistakes.The soul draw can basically be ignored, and the miss rate for a person with perfect physical function and firm will is also very high, so the only way to start is to control his soul.

When your eyes touched the bow at his waist and the arrow behind his back, your heart tightened.

It's a bit tricky, you have to keep the bow and arrow away from him.

Thinking about this secretly, you raised your eyes and stared into his eyes, the eyes flickering with stars, and praised sincerely: "As expected of Mr. Archer's bow and arrow, it looks so beautiful!"

Maybe it's been a long time since I saw such a happy look in his eyes, he was stunned for a moment, subconsciously stroked the bow on his waist: "Young lady, it's amazing."

"But... isn't it impolite to carry a weapon with you and talk to a lady?"

You continued to stare at him, your slightly coquettish voice seemed to be really displeased by his impolite behavior, and his eyes gradually lost their luster visibly to the naked eye, unable to focus.

"...Yes." He looked at you blankly.

"So... should you keep your weapons away from us?"

Hearing this, he nodded stiffly up and down, as if he felt guilty for his impolite behavior.Then, like a puppet wrapped in transparent silk threads, it moved its dull joints mechanically, unloaded the bow and arrow from its waist and back stiffly, stared at the thing in its hands with empty eyes for a moment, and then suddenly raised its hand in extreme disgust , Throwing the bow and arrow into the grass far away.Then, as if out of strength, she lowered her hands, staggered over, and stood in front of you.

Just controlling his soul for such a short period of time has already made you a little bit powerless, your face turned pale, fine drops of sweat appeared on your forehead, and your breath was already uneven.According to this situation, you can no longer spare more energy to continue to guide him to commit suicide, so the next step is to make a quick decision, keep him in such an ignorant state, and kill him by yourself.

You take out the poisonous dagger from your sleeve, the blackened metal exudes a near-death luster under the crumbling moonlight, like a god of death in a black robe announcing that the time of death is approaching.You took a deep breath, calmed down the chaotic thoughts caused by controlling the soul, held the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, and stabbed hard at his neck.The blade pierced through the air and made a sound of tearing wind, one can imagine how much power you used.

However, just when the sharp knife tip was about to touch the skin on his neck, the holes in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and the clear luster returned.Unexpectedly, he broke free from your control of him so quickly, and the strong resistance you encountered caused you to feel dizzy, and your stabbing action also slowed down.

Seeing the poisonous blade that is about to force the skin, the archer is terrified, clamps your hands clenched on the handle of the knife at the nick of time, and slams it to the side, your brain is like a broken string, and you have no time to make any evasive movements because of inertia You fell heavily to the ground, and the dizziness caused by the resistance eroded you, making your whole body tremble.

He looked panic-stricken, his eyes widened comically, obviously the feeling of being controlled before was not good, and the involuntary soul made him feel a strong fear.What is even more unbelievable is that the person who has caused him to lose so many members these days is actually this seemingly weak girl in front of him.

His trembling hands groped for the place where the bow was placed at his waist, trying to shoot you when you fell unprepared, so as to avoid future troubles.But when he touched the empty belt, he realized that his bow and arrow had long since disappeared.

After he found that his weapon was no longer with him, you quickly recovered from the dizziness, and quickly got up from the ground with your hands on the ground.There was some pain in the body from the fall, but it didn't have much effect.It was barely expected that the archer would break free of his control, but he didn't expect it to be so fast, so the immediate priority was to stab him, even if it only pierced the skin, even if the poison couldn't kill him immediately, it could temporarily lose him. Mobility.

You clenched the dagger in your hand again, with icy coldness in your eyes, and jumped towards him.

Afraid of the fierce sharp weapon in your hand, the archer who lost his weapon did not dare to fight you hard. He gritted his teeth and could only turn around and run away.

The archer runs very fast, but your light and agile figure is comparable to him, with the sound of the wind rushing past your ears and followed closely behind.Fluttering clothes rubbed against the air, and the long hair was blown by the gust of wind, creating a unique resonance with the fabric.

The archer broke out with all his strength, passing through the colorful hydrangea bushes, through the layered and star-spotted laurel forest, and through the dark and narrow muddy path full of the strong smell of tuberose.Your figure is like a ghost, quietly chasing after you, and you can't get rid of it no matter what.

The archer broke out in a cold sweat. He never expected that you, who usually look vulnerable, would be so difficult to deal with.He never thought that he would be sentenced to death by the manor owner so soon before his ambition was implemented. He was in his prime, and he didn't want to die yet.

His eyes moved slightly, his body turned around, and he ran straight to the corner of the back garden of the manor, and went straight into the basement.

Have you given up on yourself?The basement is a dead end.

You squeezed the handle of the knife tightly, not daring to take it lightly, and then entered the basement.

The basement of the back garden of the manor has been abandoned for a long time. It used to be used to detain people who were to be executed for their crimes, and now it is used to store some sundries and oil barrels.The dark environment is only illuminated by a few candlesticks that are about to dry up. The walls that have been peeled off to reveal their gray flesh like a death row prisoner have black splatters of blood left on them, and the incomplete ground is scattered with rusty Fetid chains and the rotting bones of unknown creatures.

Compared to your steady and undulating chest, the archer is panting heavily in front of a pile of sundries, looking like a bereaved dog.The archer who has been deprived of his bow and arrows has lost most of the meaning of his existence, not to mention that he is even more useless in the face of a sharp blade that seals his throat with blood.

"I...I am willing to repent, can't the Lord give me another chance?"

At this moment, the burly man is almost whimpering and begging you for a way out. The huge contrast is extremely funny.

You didn't speak, just shook your head indifferently, your eyes full of sarcasm.

If I knew today, why was it in the first place?

After getting a negative answer, the archer's trembling lips looked extremely desperate.You stopped dawdling, and rushed over with a poisonous dagger that looked like a verdict.

A hint of fierceness suddenly flashed in his eyes, he reached out and snatched the crumbling candlestick from the wall, and threw it into the oil barrel beside him with a gesture that was too pleasing to the ear.The moment the candle flame came into contact with the oil surface, it exploded into the sky, spreading wildly in all directions like an uncontrolled dodder, eroding the fragile sundries, and more oil barrels, illuminating the dark basement.

You narrowly stopped and almost jumped into the flames that blocked the distance between you and him, but the dagger in your hand fell into the flames.He avoided it early and ran towards the stairwell, but you were trapped in the gradually spreading sea of ​​fire, neither advancing nor retreating.

fire...

Soaring flames...

People's twisted roars...

You are as pale as a sheet of paper.

You've hated everything about fire since I don't know when.

It's not so much disgust as it is the deepest fear in my heart.

The lingering nightmare in the depths of the hazy memory and the scene at this moment are magnified, transparent, and then slowly overlapped together, impacting your brain together with the residual stamina of the previous spiritual resistance, and echoing in your ears With the broken and staggered sound of people who don't know whether it is real or false, it will lead you into an abyss that is both real and unreal.

no... not at this time...

The strong sense of dizziness subtly turns into a curse that controls your body. With a splitting headache, you cover your forehead and cannot move an inch, and you lie limp and trembling. At this time, you really look like a weak and powerless woman.Your thoughts are controlled by unknown magic power, something is about to burst out, you are struggling against the punishment from your brain, trying to escape from this sea of ​​flames quickly, but it is futile, at this moment every nerve is in vain. is powerless and weak.

"Hahaha... The lackey of the manor owner, a useless oriental woman, you want to get rid of me by yourself, accept the baptism of Hephaestus as much as you want!"

The archer who watched you fall into the sea of ​​fire laughed loudly, mocking your powerlessness at this time.

A long time ago, he inadvertently discovered that you seem to have an extremely abnormal fear of larger flames. Even if you try not to be so scared on the surface, the fear in your eyes is hard to hide.The details that were discovered by accident, but now they come in handy.So, in the rush of chasing just now, he secretly planned all this and led you into the basement with candlesticks and oil barrels.

After confirming that you are incapacitated, he sneered disdainfully and quickly left the scene in satisfaction.

You, who collapsed on the ground, were covered with sweat droplets from burning or pain, maybe the two blended together.The severe pain in the head is accompanied by the pain of hysteria, which makes you wish that something sharp can directly penetrate your fragile temples to relieve the pain at this time, but now it seems that even death has become a luxury.Your formerly bright starry eyes are also covered with a layer of mist, weeping for your consciousness that is gradually leaving you.The will cannot shake the cursed brain, and you gradually close your heavy eyelids.

The fire is getting closer to you, and can't wait to embrace you into its warm embrace, let your chest be filled with its affection, and blend into its fiery body.

After an unknown amount of time, you really fell into an embrace.Contrary to the scorching heat of the flames, that hug is slightly cold, with a scent of cold incense, which temporarily relieves the scorching heat of your body.

"..."

The voice of Mr. Wugui?

What is he saying?

"...sorry..."

This is the voice of Mr. Bi An.

sorry?

Why say sorry?

The burning flames obscured their voices, but you could no longer hear them clearly.

"Uh..."

You opened your mouth and wanted to respond to them, but a more severe headache swept over again, distorting the words you wanted to say into a painful but painful □.

You felt the hands holding you tight, Xie Bi'an hastily called out to Fan Wujiu beside him.In response, he opened a huge black umbrella to protect you tightly, protruding from the encirclement of the flames.

Under the severe headache, your consciousness has been completely isolated from the outside world. There are a lot of things in your mind that are ready to come out. Before you can digest them gradually, you fall into deep darkness again...