Proposed by the most beautiful you in the world [Comprehensive]

Ellie still plans to leave.

It’s good to go anywhere, although I still feel reluctant and have no goal.Before leaving alone, he quietly went back to Chaldea once, saying goodbye to Tatsuka Fujimaru, Mash and others without telling others.

But—if it develops according to this trajectory, the "ending" that will be described next will not appear.

Accident, or because of an accident that came suddenly and without warning.

When he returned to Chaldea, he avoided the others—including Tatsuka Fujimaru and Mash.The person he was looking for was not at the base due to temporary errands, but by accident, there was only one person who could not be avoided.

That man seemed to have known that he would come back, or, without knowing whether he would come back, he still stubbornly stayed here and waited until the figure that he could never forget after seeing him at a glance until it appears.

Just when Ellie was caught off guard and ran into him head-on, inside Chaldea, there was another accident that couldn't have been more coincidental.

New singularities appear, menacing, and seem to be different from those singularities that appeared before.

An explosion occurred inexplicably in the spiritual sub-transfer room, which happened to implicate Airlie, who was nearby at this time, and a man named Edmond Dantès.

When the explosion happened, Airlie heard only a deafening sound that seemed to come from very close by.

The scorching hot stream that spurted out hadn't broken through the wall, and engulfed them in one go.At that time, the surprise of seeing the unexpected person and a little panic that he wanted to hide still lingered on his face. Because of the turmoil, he didn't even have the chance to see with anxiety whether the panic he had inadvertently revealed was stinging or not. broke that man's heart.

"E..."

He uttered only one word.

The next moment, the breath of tobacco came close, surrounding and protecting him in a way that only belonged to this vengeful ghost.

Before he had time to say anything more, the man had already protected him in his arms in time.

Amidst the explosion and roar, Ellie saw the familiar light similar to the light transferred by the spirit son.

The light seemed to be fleeting, and only at the initial moment, it covered the complex colors in his eyes.

*****

The city by the sea, Marseille.

At the beginning of the day, when the sky just dawned, the salty sea breeze first blew the canvas of the cargo ship parked on the edge of the port, like a silent order, sobering up from the intoxication of the wine drunk last night. The sailors left the pier one after another, stepped onto the deck, and prepared to set sail again.

The hustle and bustle of the pier has already begun from this moment.

All kinds of people are crowded here, yawning sailors slouching in ragged shorts and shorts are passing through the crowd, porters are waiting to see if there is any business, and little ghosts without shoes are cleverly transporting Drilling among the goods, maybe there are pickpockets hidden among them.Everyone is busy with their own affairs, and no one cares what other people are doing except themselves.

Well, thanks to the noise and bustle, at least in such a mixed situation—in an instant, two living people suddenly appeared out of thin air at a certain corner of the pier—such a scary thing, would not was easily spotted.

"..."

"..."

"This is Marseille?"

The person who spoke first spoke out the name of the city with difficulty, and there was still a sense of bewilderment about the unknown situation in his voice.

But here, the only other person who could respond to him, looked at the busy and familiar scene in front of him, but his expression was quite gloomy.

After a while, this person said in a more reluctant tone than the former: "Yes, this is indeed Marseille."

The second half of the sentence that has not been finished, according to common sense, should be to confirm the current situation, and guess why they were implicated by the aftermath of the explosion, and somehow transferred to France in a certain century—not modern times anyway. corner.

However, this person didn't know what he was thinking, but what he immediately asked was a rather strange question: "How do you know... no, you have been here before?"

"Yes."

The fragments of memories that appeared in Ellie's mind happened to be closely related to the man beside him, so that he paused for a while before answering truthfully: "I have been here, a long time ago."

As soon as the words fell, the man asked again, "With whom?"

Airlie heard an unquenchable eagerness in his words.Without raising his head, he could guess that at this moment, the expression on the man's face should be anger at his inexplicable impatience.

"...Sorry." It seems that there was indeed annoyance, and he couldn't help but remedy it as quickly as possible: "This is your business, I don't have the position to ask so much."

"It's okay, you don't need to apologize." Ellie whispered.

He didn't expect to bump into this man unexpectedly, and he didn't expect to be thrown into a world that was very familiar to him with this man even more unexpectedly. He panicked for a while, but now, he has calmed down , and returned to normal.

In other words, the state of speaking without concealment.

"Before using the treasure to modify the past... Edmund, I came with you."

"Although I only docked at the pier for a while and didn't set foot on the land of Marseille, I remember what the city looks like."

The voice just fell.

Airlie noticed that the man who was so close to him froze involuntarily, as if he had expected it beforehand, but after getting his acknowledgment, he still fell into quite complicated emotions.

After a brief silence, the topic seemed to be naturally staggered.

"...What is certain is that we have come to a place similar to the singularity, but the reason for being affected and the method of leaving are unclear. In this case, let's take a look around and observe the situation—what do you think?"

"Okay, that's all for now."

Airlie had no comment.

Since you have to look around to observe the situation, maybe you have to inquire about information, you have to blend in with these humans relatively normally without alarming others.

That's right, to blend in normally,

Airlie, still in modern attire, appeared on the pier in the eighteenth century, obviously very out of place.In addition, there is another extremely abrupt place on his body that can easily be noticed by others.

Therefore……

In the process of hesitating, the man has already noticed the suspicious eyes looking at them.They were found.

He didn't care about the gazes cast towards him, what he cared about was the countless gazes that were impolite and reckless, as if they were going to stick to Ellie's previous behavior that he maintained, firmly guarding his chest.

……Humph.

In just a moment, the man took off his cloak, and covered the head of the young man who was actually facing him and did not show his face. From the position above the shoulders, everything was tightly covered.

"Take back the eyes that are about to fall out of their sockets."

The man who walked out of a slightly dark corner, everything he saw, from his expression to his clothes, looked extremely dignified.He was a nobleman, no doubt about it.

No one dared to raise his eyes under such cold gazes, and no one was looking directly at him, causing the slightest doubt of "why the noble lord appeared here with such a... person".

The man is satisfied.

Taking out a few shiny gold coins, he randomly chose a person who rushed to the front, and ordered this person to prepare a carriage for himself and his "lady", and take them to the best hotel here. Best homes for sale.The aura of gestures is even more awe-inspiring.

From the moment he walked into the sun, he entered the role.

Here, he cannot be the vengeful ghost who is the king of the grottoes, but he must temporarily borrow the name of the Count of Monte Cristo.

When the carriage arrived, the mood of the Count of Monte Cristo did not improve because of the attentive service, and even worsened.This increasingly gloomy mood didn't get better until he took the man wrapped in the cloak into the carriage and all his sight was blocked.

I don't want the young man next to me to be seen, even if it's hair, even if it's any part of the skin that is inadvertently exposed——

It is hard to imagine that the Count of Monte Cristo, who has never been stingy, would have such a small belly.

Of course, what he had said to Airlie in the carriage hadn't really been what he had said.

"This is... for the convenience of investigation, I don't mean to insult you." It was about the matter of giving Aerion the title of "Madame" very naturally.

"If you don't want to, change your identity later..."

Airlie: "..."

This remark seems familiar, and I have definitely heard it from the same person.And the identity of "madame" also inadvertently continued to implicate the memory of the past.

Forget it.

Ellie didn't mind.He lightly pressed the hand of Mr. Earl who was sitting next to him, which was still somewhat stiff, and said, "It's okay, that's all."

The Count of Monte Cristo seemed taken aback for a moment.

"Okay." He said in a rather strange tone.

At the same time, when the carriage finally stopped, he raised his hand calmly and clenched the fingers that Ellie had not retracted in his palm.

He didn't let go until he got out of the car first and helped him down with the most gentlemanly gesture.

……

Marseille, which was originally considered peaceful, has ushered in a new disturbance after many days.

The reason why we say "many days later" is because, in fact, not long ago—about a few months ago, a troublesome incident, whether big or small, happened here in Marseilles.

Young sailor, promising lad in his teens, poor Edmund Dantès . Prison, probably can't come back.

The shadow represented by the name Napoleon has not completely withdrawn from the sky over France, so that in the past few months, many people have heard what happened to Edmund Dantès, although they feel that it is impossible for young sailors to act so boldly. However, they all held their breath, acting as if they didn't know anything, let alone caring for those two people who should be more pitiful than the captured sailors.

Edmund Dantès' old father, Luis Dantès, and the frail girl Mercedes, who had suddenly lost her fiancé, were said to have been in a very bad position for a few months.

Old Dantès fell ill in poverty, anger, fear and worry about the child. Mercedes, who was equally restless and frightened, took care of him alone. Besides, there was Edmund Dantès' former boss Mo Mr. Rael took care of him from time to time, but they didn't seem to be able to help much.

—Ah, it is not idle nonsense to say so much about the poor sailor who has been imprisoned in the hell on earth.

Among the above-mentioned people, there is a character who has an incredible connection with another major event that shook the whole Marseille at this time, that is, the major figure to be focused on now.

A terrific lord—to be precise, a lord with a prominent status and a lot of money, Shi Shiran arrived with his fiancée and a large amount of gold and silver jewels hidden somewhere. Marseille.

He is probably British, from the British indifference and slightly protracted tone, it can be seen that there is no delicacy in his whole body.

On the first day of his mysterious appearance in Marseilles, the man who claimed to be the Count of Monte Cristo immediately bought the most luxurious idle manor in the area, and refurbished it extensively while he and his fiancée were temporarily staying in the hotel.

On the second day after arriving in Marseille, the Count of Monte Cristo rented another vacant manor to hold a ball, and invited local nobles, businessmen, entrepreneurs, and celebrities from all walks of life.

No one expected beforehand that the mysterious and wealthy foreign earl, and the "fiancée" who accompanied him, was actually more charming than his wealth and background.

The earl's fiancée only made a brief appearance at the beginning of the ball and didn't even say a word, but still caused an uproar.

The beauty seen at a glance overwhelmed all the guests present, and the blue that was only slightly revealed by the beauty suddenly became the color that everyone couldn't help but be intoxicated with.However, when everyone fell into a state of trance and couldn't extricate themselves, the Count of Monte Cristo subtly interrupted their attention with another topic.

"The purpose of my trip is to find the friends my father made when he was young."

He announced in a high-pitched yet polite tone.

"That gentleman was kind to my father. Therefore, even after many years, my father still misses him. He did not forget to order me to take the opportunity of going out with my fiancée to look for the old man and see if he is still alive. However, I I only got his name from my father, and I don't know anything about his current situation, so it's really tricky."

At the moment, some of the guests enthusiastically expressed that they could help, and they were probably local businessmen with confidence: "Mr. Earl, this is just a small matter. Please tell me the name of the gentleman you want to find. How long does it take, I can help you find it."

The man patted his chest to guarantee the ticket, and this confidence made the earl who had just arrived quite happy.

The earl is not only of extraordinary background, but also handsome in appearance. If he hadn't had that extremely beautiful fiancée, he might have made all the unmarried girls here secretly agree with him when he appeared on the stage.He was at most in his early 20s, very young. If he was the deceased of his father, roughly counting the age of that lucky gentleman, he would probably be middle-aged, about 40 years old.

"Oh, is it?" said the Count of Monte Cristo.

Immediately, facing all the guests—this young-looking, seemingly inexperienced earl stood in the center of the luxurious and bright hall, with an imperceptible shadow flashing through his golden eyes.

Indifference, disgust, sarcasm... all seem to be hidden in it, aimed at these ignorant humans who came into view.

"Louis-Dantes."

He smiled.

"Thank you, sir. If you can help me find my father's old friend, that kind and enthusiastic elder... that would be great."

*****

The reason for being involved in this world and the method of leaving have not yet been found. The only thing that can be determined first is the approximate time between them, and——

no doubt.

This is the world in which Edmond Dantès once lived.Moreover, even the time is so close, it happens to be not long after the young Dantès was arrested and imprisoned, so it can be said that it is the beginning of the "story".

Airlie didn't miss the surprise and stiffness that flashed across Edmund's seemingly calm face when he heard the surname "Dantes" from the inquirer.

They asked the owner of the hotel for news on the grounds of "wants to know if anything interesting has happened in this place recently".Edmund knew that the city was called Marseille, but he did not expect that this Marseille was the Marseille where he had lived, suffered disasters, left and returned.

What's more, he didn't expect that he could still hear the name of his father and Mercedes from others.

Nonchalantly asked the hotel staff to leave the room, and the man who sat still fell silent for quite a long time.

He didn't speak, not only because he didn't want to speak, but also because too many ups and downs filled his heart, so he had to force himself to calm down through silence.

Airlie looked at the man with a solemn look, like a cold statue that had lost his life. He could probably understand Edmund's mood at this time, even if he couldn't completely empathize with him, he could understand the man's emotions that he wanted to suppress at this time What exactly is it.

Edmund's eyes were more exquisite than people's favorite amber, but at this moment, the color in these eyes was slightly dimmed, revealing another kind of coldness that made people feel cold.

Edmund hid the anger that he had submerged for many years, but was forced to resurface because of someone else's words just now, in the shadow of the black clothes. The transparent light of the sun shone from the window and fell on him, as if An invisible anger rose from his body.

If you give him time—yes, just let him stay alone, after a while, he can also calm down the dark emotions that have been hidden for an unknown amount of time, but with a more intense expression than the former. Emotions forcibly override this in a disastrous way.

It is conceivable that Edmund has always adopted this method when there is no one else, because in fact, at any time, he bears alone, faces alone, and turns hatred into his strength alone.

but.

This time... when the man was trying to calm himself down as usual.

Ellie was beside him.

Hearing and seeing everything, Ellie's heart ached for no reason.

He decided, at least at this moment, to temporarily put aside the "stay away" that had previously occupied the largest proportion in his mind.He wanted to hug him, even if he didn't say anything, it was fine as comfort.

When the idea appeared, he arbitrarily drove his body to make corresponding movements.

Ellie used to just quietly guard the back of the man's chair, but now, he leaned over slightly, wrapped his arms around the man's body, and his overlapping palms just pressed against the man's chest.

His head leaned against the man's shoulder, and their cheeks were inevitably pressed together.

Edmund's side face was indeed cold, as if the anger didn't bring any warmth to him, but only concentrated the blood in his heart that was stirring with hatred.Ellie hugged him, and not only transmitted a little warmth through this movement, but also silently, making the man's chaotic thoughts freeze suddenly, and the crazily churning shadow suddenly shrank.

"It's okay, Edmund." Ellie said softly, "What are you thinking, can you tell me?"

"..."

"I didn't get to see him for the last time."

This was the first sentence uttered by the man who seemed to have finally recovered after such a long silence.

His voice remained the same, his tone still calm, but both he and Airlie knew it was just a disguise.

"Louis Dantès, my father, was gentle, friendly, and never did evil. He was full of confidence and expectations for the world. There is no one more ordinary than him, and no one greater than him."

"It is precisely because he is so expectant that he cannot accept the sudden bad news of taking his proudest child away."

"He didn't wait for his son to come back, because at the very beginning he died of hunger and grief. In this street where all Christians wailed and wept and died miserably—starving Already!"

Edmond probably forgot that he had repeatedly emphasized that he was not the real Edmond Dantès.But the anger he is showing now, the ferocious and distorted look on his pale face, all reflect...

He remembers everything.Not just hate.

However, the ferocity and distortion did not stay for long.The warmth from Airlie made Edmund break away from the negative emotions a little bit, and he seemed to subconsciously restrain his expression, unwilling to let Airlie see such a terrifying self.

He took another deep breath, slowed down the ups and downs of his voice, and changed the subject again: "In short, it may be just a coincidence that we came here, and we just need to continue to investigate whether there is any abnormality—"

"Wait a minute, Edmund," Airlie interrupted him abruptly.

"what happened?"

"You mean, the future plan is just to investigate from the sidelines, and you don't plan to do anything else?"

"Other things... you mean, what?"

Playing stupid.

This man obviously knew what he wanted to say.

Ellie wanted to sigh inwardly again, but on the surface, he still had to bluntly lift the shunned film.

So, Airlie said, "Why not take advantage of this coincidence and meet someone you haven't been able to meet before?"

"..."

"If this is the singularity, the changes caused by us will be restored after repairing, and will not affect the world line. There is also a possibility, if there is no Holy Grail in this world, but we just entered a parallel world by mistake ..."

"Under the premise of not affecting the future trajectory, appropriate changes are allowed." Airlie's fingertips touched the man's chest lightly, as if they were facing the fiery heart underneath.

"And this change can only be made by you—Edmond Dantès, only you can make it."

"..."

"Edmund?"

"..."

Edmund fell silent again.

Airlie was slightly taken aback, feeling helpless, and hesitantly wondering whether this suggestion was made rashly.

He almost forgot that the current Edmund was not the Edmond Dantès who had a long relationship with him and had experienced a lot of wind and rain, but had no memory and had no relationship with him...

"—Airlie."

As it turns out, Airlie was overthinking it.

One second he was still hesitating whether he said something he shouldn't have said, and the next second, the silent man with an unclear expression suddenly turned his head. Suddenly, Ellie was caught on the back of his head, his eyes were wide open, and he was caught Men take away their freedom of speech.

"..."

"..."

"Stop...don't...well, I...have bent over for too long, it's very sore..."

"Yeah...cough, I'm sorry."

"Never mind—no, the point is . . . going, Edmund?"

"……Um."

That's good.

Ellie breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he didn't think too much, but when he heard Edmund's excited narration, he suddenly had the idea that he must let their father and son meet.

Even the time of the father and son is actually staggered.However, Edmund is always Edmund, this will not change, it is enough.

However, just as he was relieved, he planned to let go.

Edmund actually pressed his arm without saying a word, using a lot of strength.

"Edmund?" Airlie was a little puzzled.

"One thing... I hope you don't mind."

"Uh, what's the matter?"

"Mercedes—"

Airlie: "Ah, I know, your fiancée."

Edmund: "..."

After waiting for a while, I heard a voice that seemed to be quite forced, but still had to be said word by word in an extremely firm tone.

"I loved her. Mercedes, she is a beautiful, kind, and extremely beautiful woman. I, too, am sorry and grateful to her... until now, it is the same."

"but."

"I vaguely have such a feeling..."

He was supposed to love the beautiful girl, and relying on this love to survive the difficult and painful prison life, because of an "accident", a certain way should not have appeared, but appeared like a god to light up the dark "light"——

Even though he lost his memory and without any evidence, he almost crazily believed that he fell in love with this "light".

and so.

"Past, present, future—at all times, the name of the one I love...is Airlie."

Sure enough, even if he was reluctant, even if he was uneasy, he still wanted to say it out word by word.

Because he is still afraid.

The voice of fear could not be uttered, and the person he loved would be destroyed by an accident that did not know when, and would burst like a bubble, unable to grasp, and could no longer be grasped.

"..."

Edmund was tense, and Airlie seemed to sense it.

"fine."

He repeated the words he had said before, but seemed to inadvertently rub against the man's cheeks, which had finally warmed up, with a slight smile on his lips.

"I know."

I knew it a long time ago.

"Go and meet them, the sooner the better. I... will accompany you."

"it is good."