The consciousness was a little clearer, and the first message to be transmitted to the brain was that half of the body went numb and became unconscious.

Ellie was stunned for a very rare second, and after opening his eyes, the memory of not long ago that was blurred by the passage of time gradually recovered.

There is no doubt that the goal is the dark ceiling of the prison.

The location has not changed, the illusion has not changed, the only thing that has changed is the characters.

At this point, Airlie was lying flat on the bed in a peaceful position with one hand on his stomach, face up.

The right hand that should have been placed in the same position was controlled by another person other than the owner. That person was lying beside him, wrapping his arms around his waist extremely excessively, and also bound his right hand.

At the same time, most of the weight of the man's body was on Airlie's left side.

Airlie: "..."

There was not even a little room for him to move around, his long loose hair was suppressed, and his head was forced to be buried under the cold but extremely generous chest.

There is a hard object against the forehead, which seems to be a decoration on the front of the black cloak.

And just at this time, a certain kind of breath that is as cold as ice that never melts, and that smells like tobacco added to the long-lost immersion quietly came to the nose.

Airlie took a sniff, then frowned at the faint smell of smoke.

He tried his best to turn his head under the oppression of a high wall, and his eyes naturally tilted to the side.There is still a long distance between the right hand and the edge of the bed. If you squeeze, there is probably room for another person to sleep.

But there were no extra figures beside him.

Try a little harder, move your eyes to the extreme, and finally catch a glimpse of a small piece of familiar clothes.

Edmund Dantès, Airlie's unfortunate master, was treated several grades lower than him, and was thrown on the ground miserably. He was breathing smoothly, but he hadn't woken up yet.

"Master?"

After discovering the figure of the Master, Ellie will not pay attention to other things.

With a serious expression, he moved away the arm that hindered his movement, and lifted off the blanket that was covering him, and was about to go down to pick up the poor Master.

However, just sitting up, Ellie not only found that his armor had disappeared at some point, but when he looked again, he even lost his shoes.

It was clearly a dark cell, but it was completely new in a very short period of time. The bed made of wet planks was covered with several thick layers, and the surface of the floor was covered by expensive cashmere blankets.

The velvet blanket was originally extremely pure white, but when the heroic spirit's ankles were submerged in it, it suddenly seemed a bit dim. Only the most perfect body in the world can have such a flawless and pure color.

Then—

Ellie still couldn't stand up.

Someone was still pinching his hair, and Airlie had to fall back without any movement.

"Avenger." Ellie's tone was still very polite: "Please step aside."

"Humph."

The man still didn't move, just raised his eyelids lazily, and let out a mocking sound.

"By the way, your sleep is worse than mine, can you put your arm on me?"

"That's an unconscious reaction. Caster, I don't like sleeping on the same bed with others, you can sleep on the floor with your Master."

"..."

Airlie confronted him blankly.

This person—that's right, the nameless person who called himself Avenger, who came to the world with an extremely rare special class, was the Heroic Spirit that Airlie sensed in that closed cell.

Ellie originally thought that "Avenger" was the chief culprit for summoning so many undead and turning the Château d'If into a no-man's land, but this guess was completely overturned by him after meeting his true self.

"Avenger" can't be the enemy.

It is not because Ellie is stupid that he is so convinced that he does not even leave room for hesitation. The root cause lies entirely in "Avenger" itself.

Avenger, the nameless heroic spirit, and Edmond Dantès, the embarrassed prisoner—these two have the same face.

"Hahahahahahaha—you should confuse me with this Edmund Dantès! Don't be ridiculous, it's disgusting!"

Of course, as soon as Avenger opened his mouth, he didn't have the slightest resemblance to the Master Ellie knew.

He is a man who seems to come from the depths of hell.

Even with the well-dressed clothes, every detail of every gesture reveals elegance and wealth.The expressions of jealousy, anger, and even ridicule on that pale, bloodless face were extremely chilling.

But, at their first meeting—the moment Airlie saw him for the first time.

However, extremely hot emotions surged in those golden eyes, as if a complex color that was completely opposite to the negative emotions on the face flashed in an instant.

Those emotions flew by so fast, and their masters were too good at concealing them, so that Ellie didn't notice much of the strangeness, and only had time to see that Avenger glared at the dazed man very unkindly and angrily. Edmond Dantès.

This look is particularly terrifying. Obviously Dantes has not done anything, but he has become a villain who is disgusting at first glance. It is best to disappear from his eyes as soon as possible.

Regarding this, Dantès could only express regret: "It's unbelievable, but I really feel this way."

"He's mine..." Dantès had a complex expression as he squeezed out these unacceptable sounds from his teeth.

"—the future. Right?"

Before Avenger, whose expression became even more distorted, attacked the Master, Ellie stood in front of the Master speechlessly: "Master, let's put this question aside, Avenger probably doesn't want to discuss this issue with us."

"Besides, since it's not an enemy, the most urgent thing is to quickly explain exactly what happened here."

Avenger blocked Ellie directly: "Not an enemy? I never said that."

But then, impatiently as he was, he told them briefly and concisely what he knew.

The Château d'If, which was originally based on history, fell into the conspiracy of a powerful existence.

The magic king transformed this place into a special prison, where the undead and those who have hatred and cannot escape are trapped here, wandering in the dark.

The appearance of Avenger here was accidental and premeditated.

The living Edmond Dantès shouldn't have strayed into this place, but because of his inseparable relationship with Avenger, he was pulled in by accident in the form of a soul.

As for Ellie, how did he get in without hate and totally unqualified...

"Pray that fate has led you down this bleak path."

Avenger said with a sneer: "The space set up by the Magic King has just taken shape and has not yet begun to be perfected. Naturally, the door to leave cannot be opened. The souls of you and your master—oh, are destined to wander in despair."

Ellie disagreed: "Don't worry, there will always be a way to leave."

"Avenger, since you don't recognize your relationship with the master, then I can only treat you as a strange existence who is also a heroic spirit."

As he spoke, it was quite strange to find that Avenger had never looked at Dantès since he glared at him, but seemed to be staring at him all the time, without shifting his eyes at all.

Although he found it strange, Ellie continued: "You found us, which means that you have no intention of doing anything for the culprit who created this inherent enchantment. I should understand that our common purpose is to leave this place. Make an alliance."

"Well, the alliance has been reached!"

Without waiting for Avenger to reply, Ellie immediately picked it up, decisively grabbed the hand of Dantès who was still in a state, turned his head, and grabbed the arm of the black hero.

At this moment, Avenger trembled imperceptibly, as if he wanted to back away, but under the influence of hesitation that he couldn't realize, he didn't move.

"alright."

The heroic spirit with cloudy eyes said with unknown emotion: "Although it is meaningless, let me watch you struggling closely."

……

Time goes back to the present.

Confronting Avenger, who can't see the depth at all, Airlie's sense of crisis keeps increasing.

His perception of Heroic Spirits with an inexplicable relationship with the Master was not bad at first, but now it tends to be neutral.

As he said, Airlie did not regard Heroic Spirit and Dantès as the same person. The reality is that they cannot be counted as the same person.

Ellie sat on the edge of the bed and meditated for a moment, after some ideological struggle, he felt that the Master should not catch cold while lying on the cashmere blanket, so he withdrew his feet angrily.

"By the way, Avenger."

In the cell that could be used as a rest room where Avenger brought them in, Airlie suddenly spoke.

"The Magic King you mentioned refers to..."

"King Solomon."

"Solomon?"

"Apart from the one who has become a heroic spirit, is there anyone else who can bear this name?"

Ellie paused for no reason, then nodded, his indifferent expression didn't change much.

"Oh, Solomon."

He lifted the blanket again and stuffed himself in silently.

"I suddenly started to feel sleepy again, I'll be fine with a little more sleep."

*****

After an unknown period of time, Dantès awoke with a sore body and found himself lying under the bed.

These days, he can see Ellie every time he wakes up, which has made him a habit, but this time, he failed to catch the figure that had completely haunted him in the first place, and suddenly panicked stand up.

Dantès propped himself up vigorously, nervously raised his eyes and looked to his side.

In the center of the bed that has almost changed its appearance, the velvet blanket wraps the heroic spirit's body tightly, without revealing any skin, only a little bit of blue hair tilted on the pure white sheet, revealing a little bit quietly.

However, beside the deeply missed heroic spirit, someone unscrupulously took the heroic spirit into his arms, and through the blanket, carefully pressed his cold face to his forehead, and lightly sniffed at the top of his hair.

The man's movements were so cautious, and his expression was so pious and solemn, as if if he was not careful for a moment, he would touch the bubble that would burst immediately.

Then—

He saw him.

The evil ghost who turned into an avenger saw the innocent and stupid Edmond Dantès who was still stuck in time before everything happened.

Therefore, he smiled at him from afar.

It was only then that Dantès realized that his face, which had undergone transformation after years of suffering in prison, could make his extremely thin lips slightly curved...

Showing such a smug, proud smile.

The author has something to say: to unlock the information, here is the reference to the plot of the fgo prison tower, but there are private settings and modifications.

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