[LC Doujin] Sophie's Diary

When Yabofika was standing outside the sanctuary, he was carrying the sword of Athena on his body, and his departure did not go smoothly. When he gripped the hilt of the sword again, everyone was attacking him, trying to prevent him from leaving the sanctuary .

It's all fake, the fists swung by former comrades-in-arms, and the familiar moves one by one, until the dripping blood at the end, these are all fake.

The main event hadn't started yet, Yabofika knew it well; that's why he stood outside the sanctuary and waited.

Sophie finally appeared near dusk, fiddled with the flowers picked casually from Agatha's garden and hummed a little tune. On the way to the sanctuary along the mountain road, she saw Jabofika.

Sophie's first reaction was to laugh, and trot towards Abafika two steps, but stopped again, apparently the glaring blood on Abafika's body and the sword tightly held in her hand stopped her.

"Ahem...that, what's the matter?" Sophie widened her eyes, looking at the cold expression on Yabofika's face that she hadn't seen for a long time: "Is there another underworld fighter attacking the sanctuary? Who is it this time?"

As she spoke, Sophie lowered her head and looked around for corpses.

"Don't pretend anymore," Yabofika looked at the person in front of her coldly, and said, "You're not Sophie at all? Who are you?"

"Did you take your medicine again today?" Sophie asked tentatively, "Is it still the medicine you took last time? I don't think it looks like... Did you take it wrong?"

This voice, and this cynical tone...

Yabofika closed her eyes in pain, shook her head vigorously, trying to get rid of everything in her mind.

"Who the hell are you!" Yabofika growled, her fingers clenched tightly: "This should be the dream world, right? The guards here are the Four Oneiroi! Ikeros, Phantasos, and Murphys Or Oneiros! Which one are you!?"

Sophie looked at the crazy Yabofika in surprise, and after a while she suddenly shouted: "I am Sophie! I am the real Sophie!! I am not some dream god, I am Sophie from Pisces Palace, I……"

Sophie didn't finish the last sentence, she was speechless after she lowered her head and watched the silver sword piercing her body.

Does it hurt?It's not really painful, it's just sad and weak.

The sword was pulled out from the body, bringing out bright red blood; Yabofika closed her eyes, and turned her head not to look at all this.

Why?The Sword of Athena should be able to break all these illusions, but why hasn't she disappeared yet?Why hasn't it disappeared yet! !

Sophie started to lean back, and fell heavily on the ground. She was still alive, and there was a "cuckoo" whimper in her throat, and then a lot of blood gushed out from the corner of her mouth.

In the end, Abafica turned around and glanced at Sophie.

She wasn't the only one killed, but she was the only one killed without a fight.

She won't be Sophie's, no! !

Jabofika bit her lips tightly, watching her die; Sophie didn't close her eyes either, she just looked back at him dully.

"I am really not a fake, Lord Abafika..." The blood was not as strong as it was at the beginning, and Sophie could barely speak: "Everyone can be impersonated, but Su Fei will not! No one can replace me...I am special...unique...ahem!!"

Sophie started coughing violently, apparently choking on the blood in her throat while speaking.

Yabofika felt that his eyes were a little blurry, he approached the girl lying on the ground, squatted down, stretched out his hand, and smoothed the messy black hair on her forehead.

"I must be dreaming...for sure...I won't die...I don't feel any pain..." Sophie stretched out her hand, even though it was already bloody, she still grabbed Yabofika's hand tightly Hand, desperately making a sound: "I am, the greatest... prophet... I will not die... I will not..."

"I know, I know... I'm sorry, I'm sorry Sophie..."

This is Sophie, it's her, it's really her!

Looking at the dying girl in front of her in surprise, the hand holding the sword of Athena loosened unknowingly, and the sword fell to the ground.

Jabofika didn't know how things turned out like this, how could it be possible!He killed Sophie, the real Sophie! !

I didn't know what kind of feeling it was, but Jabofika just felt very cold, and his face was wet with cool liquid, but he didn't pay much attention, just tightly grasping the hand that was tightly held in the palm of his hand.

The temperature in her hand didn't last long, and Sophie didn't speak any more. When Yabo Fika opened her palm, the hand that was still warm just now was already completely cold, and it hit the ground unconsciously.

When it fell to the ground, there was a slight "bang".

This voice kept echoing in Jabofika's mind, and he still knelt on the ground until everything around him disappeared.

There is no sanctuary, no blood, and no Sophie.

Darkness finally came.

If night comes, can dawn be far behind?

When Sophie woke up from the dream, her forehead was still covered with sweat, she gasped for a while in shock, jumped out of bed and searched for water everywhere, and drank a big glass when she found it.

After the filling, he stood still and continued to pant. After panting for a while, he uttered a long series of foul words.

"Damn it! TNND, my old lady is on the way to go through the thorns and thorns, and she has such a bloody dream? It's unlucky!"

After scolding, he drank another big sip of water, then put down the water glass, rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and ran back to the bed to cover him with a quilt.

Outside the window is the snowy Northland, and the closer to Bruggles the lower the temperature. Sophie looked at the silvery world outside the window and gradually fell into deep thought.

Yabofika... how could she kill me?He has always been so calm, but in the dream just now, he seemed to be possessed... What happened?

Sophie pondered for a while, and the more she pondered, the more worried she became. Finally, she couldn't rest assured. She closed her eyes, and a dark breath rose from under the ice and snow, quietly surrounding the angel of death, emitting a dim light.

It can be regarded as a talent related to death. Sophie can summon the soul of the dead. Just now she tried to feel the soul of Yabofeika, but there was no trace.

This proves that Jabofika is not dead, at least for now.

Well, that's more reassuring.

When they opened their eyes, the undead got into the ground again, let out a long breath, put on their clothes and jumped out of bed, planning to start a new day's journey.

Bruegler was not far away. After cowering for a long time on the cart pulled by the sled dogs, Sophie finally arrived at the legendary land of ice.

In fact, it was completely different from what was drawn in the comics, or even what Sophie imagined!

What is the country of ice, it is the allusion of the ice hell in the world!

Looking up, there are dilapidated low houses in sight, which look like they are falling apart in the howling of the north wind; there are not a single small vendor on the narrow street, but there are many old people and beggars who are dying. Squatting in the corner, they looked at the snow-white world with gray eyes. There was no despair in those eyes, but a kind of indifference that ordinary people could not describe.

Sophie doesn't like this place, she can see that countless cold souls are wandering in this narrow street, floating slowly, looking at those poor human beings who are about to freeze to death on the street, their future kind .

Bruegler is really too cold for human habitation at all!

Sophie sniffed fiercely. Even though she was wearing a thick fox fur, the cold air still flowed through her whole body from bottom to top. She even had to use what little power she had to pray to warm her blood. In case I end up freezing to death like those poor people on the street.

But what if he didn't freeze to death in a short time?Where should I go! ?

Sophie frowned and looked around, her eyes swept over the scattered low houses, and finally she had to admit the fact that there might be no hotels in this ghostly place.

How to do?What should I do?

Touching the bag full of gold coins in her bosom with a cold hand, Sophie felt a sense of helplessness: "Damn it, this is the first time I know what it's like to have money that you can't spend!"

Helpless, Sophie had no choice but to shrug her shoulders and walk along the street.

The low houses seem to be unable to keep warm except to block some cold wind. Sophie seldom saw houses with smoke from the kitchen all the way. She was lamenting whether she was going to freeze to death on the street today. At the end of the street, A young girl was squatting on the ground, taking rough food from the basket in her hand, and handing it to every suffering person with a smile.

No one was grateful to her, but no one rejected her. Occasionally, someone would show her a bitter and grateful smile, but it disappeared quickly.

Sophie could see the disappointment hidden in the smile on the girl's face. Behind her stood a girl who looked like a maid, also holding a basket in her hand, and she was looking at her lady helplessly with shrunken shoulders. Then he tightened the big cloak on his body again, and shook his head helplessly.

Serafina's appearance is far more beautiful than the ones depicted in the comics. Her white skin is soft and soft, and her blue eyes are clear and amazing; The most beautiful smile in the world; the long platinum hair is gently draped behind, fluttering gently in the cold wind.

There are not many beauties in this world, but Serafina is the first one who can keep Sophie staring at her.

After appeasing the beggars in front of her, Serafina stood up slowly, looked towards the other side of the street with tired eyes, and saw Sophie unexpectedly.

Sophie stood quietly not far in front of her and looked at her, her black eyes were bright and alert, with a spirituality that Brugler residents did not have.

"Your bread can't save these people." Sophie looked at Serafina seriously, and said sharply: "What these people need is not food, they need warmth."

Faced with the stranger's accusation, Serafina was startled at first, but after a while she regained her senses and shook her head: "I'm just a mortal, and that's all I can do."

That's right, Sophie shrugged.

It happened that a person who didn't take the food accidentally let go, and then the round bread rolled to Sophie's feet; eyes lit up, Sophie bent down to pick up the bread, and squeezed it vigorously with her right hand pinched.

"Hey, it's as hard as that titanium alloy... This damn weather, I really don't intend to let people live..."

Sophie said it interestingly while pinching the bread, but in fact there was not much complaint in her words.

"Aren't you a local?" Serafina smiled and asked friendly.

Sophie didn't hide anything, she answered straightforwardly: "No"; then asked: "How do you know?"

"If you were a resident of Bruegler, you wouldn't complain about the climate like this." Serafina replied calmly: "Young and strong men have all joined the army to survive, and girls have rushed to Some of them got married, and the rest are old, weak and young children... Although I can’t say I’m desperate for this place, but I’ve already become numb to it, and it’s rare to hear their complaints.”

Speaking of this, Serafina smiled again, tilted her head and said to Sophie: "Actually, I was very happy when I first heard your complaints. Such a spirited person is rare in the slums." It's..."

What Serafina said was true, indeed, in this cold place, it might even be difficult to breathe, let alone complain.

Reluctantly shrugged again, thinking in his heart that this is really a terrible place.

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