Wickham thought he had a terrible nightmare.

Absolutely nothing wrong with a nightmare.Otherwise, how could there be such a terrifying scene——

The black flames appeared for no reason, like an endlessly entangled evil spirit, first ignited his arm, and in just a moment, death was accompanied by indescribable pain that spread from sporadic spots to engulf the whole person, Opened his bloody mouth, and swallowed him into the bottomless black hole...

That fear and pain still deeply lingers in every twitching corner of his body until now. Wickham seems to have just been fished out of the water, dripping water all over his body, and the excess water , all of which were cold sweats naturally issued from great panic.

--Do not.

--wrong!

This is not a dream.After being stunned for a while, the relaxed expression that the young man was dripping with cold sweat froze on his face just now, and the dense folds formed by the distorted facial features looked not to mention how ugly.

It was probably because this kind of experience was too painful, and it was beyond the inner tolerance of this bluffing man. After he woke up in a trance, he subconsciously rejected this as the reality he had personally experienced not long ago.

but……

Wickham's mind, which was still fluctuating, was then included by another thought.

Although he was burned to death by strange black flames in front of hundreds of people, and the bystanders did not cast any attention on him—such an unbelievable thing is indeed a reality, but Wickham is very sure that in In the darkness of chaos, he had a dream.

As for the content of the dream...

It is 【past】.

It is Wickham who especially wants to forget, because after forgetting, he can brainwash himself very confidently, and that "power" belongs to him from the beginning to the end, instead of begging from others—[ past】.

……

"Heh...why, looking at me with such pitiful and disgusting eyes. Do you really want to? Oh, it seems that you really think so, the 'power' that allows a guy like this to still be alive. "

"Go away! If you get even a millimeter closer, I will screw your head off."

……

In the dream, it wasn't Wickham's Wickham who prostrated himself on the ground in fear, not daring to raise his head, but also unwilling to leave.

The ground on which his muddy hands and feet crawled was scarlet, watered by an unknown amount of stale blood, and seemed to be covered with crimson moss.

The end of the moss collection, just before Wickham trembling and buried his head.

There was a man, half leaning, half sitting, among thorns of broken, broken swords and sharp weapons.

With the same injury, anyone other than him would have died miserably, or screamed and lost his breath under the torture of unstoppable pain, but he was still alive, sitting in a pool of blood. Just didn't die.

A few days ago, at this place, which is now a bloody ruin, there was a fierce battle that can be glimpsed just by looking at the ruins—no, it should be said that it was a one-sided crusade.

There were many crusaders, layer after layer, completely surrounded without end. In those few days, the sky was dark, bright only the sharp sides of the weapons reflected in the center of the cloud with glare of cold light.

They were terrified, and could not even hide it, showing directly on their pale faces.

However, they are excited, excited, and crazy.

Tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands—possibly more?Here comes an army assembled from all the soldiers of a mighty nation.

They are obliged to attack sinners, whether it is morality or personal unspoken selfish desires, they occupy the highest point that can convince anyone.

This man is both a sinner and an extremely evil person.However, their attempts to bring him down and plunder the treasures he possessed were met with disappointment.All the sharp swords and spears that fell like a torrential rain were broken, and the soldiers who came towards him fell down row by row. After a few days, such a terrifying and ghastly astonishing wreckage was formed.

In the end, only this man was left, and "Wickham" who struggled over the mountain of corpses and crawled at the man's feet.

The man should have silver hair, but the silver color was covered in crimson a long time ago, and blood stains coagulated everywhere on his body.His hair was dyed red, his face was dyed red, and his face was blurred by hideous colors, making it difficult to see - only the eyes!

The more hopeless you are, the less those eyes will be covered by your own blood or the blood of others, and the golden pupils will only be ignited bit by bit, even if they are far apart - apart from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood like hell on earth , that flame can still burn unyieldingly in the golden pupil.

Wickham was able to climb here tremblingly, which is the greatest courage.

But then, he didn't know why—maybe he realized that although the terrifying man in front of him was still alive, he couldn't move for a short time.It may also be because, after the man said a word to him at the very beginning, he fell into complete silence, and his terrifying golden pupils also closed—he gathered up all the courage in this life or the next life.

For the next few days, he still refused to leave.

He approached cautiously, avoiding the crimson broken sword blade, and tried around the man, but he didn't get a response. Driven by the fear and anxiety in his heart, he finally couldn't help it, and began to whisper bitterly. plead.

"I beg you... don't insist anymore... Now that you look like this, can you... until when..."

These words were repeated over and over dryly, and the reasons he gave for persuasion or pleading were extremely pale, even after self-hypnotic suggestion, he could not convince himself at all.

However, no matter how tactful, no matter how forced and perfunctory words are used to cover up, it can't change the real purpose full of bitterness and malice:

——What are you still struggling with?They've all become like this.

——Dead, why are you not dead yet.Hurry up, hurry up and die!

It's called waiting by the side, but it's really waiting. What is anxiously waiting is the death of this man, and I can't wait until he swallows his last breath-but he just didn't, why, he just can't die? !

Too anxious.

So angry.

If it wasn't for the lingering fear of this man in his heart, he would have grabbed a broken sword and stabbed this man in the heart again.

He begged the man to heed the call of death, not to hold on wearily, and to close his eyes peacefully like all mortals who return safely to the embrace of God.

However, the man clearly heard his concealed true thoughts.

"That's why, you want me to die so desperately. Just seeing you, an idiot, almost makes me sick to death."

Wickham suddenly trembled violently, under the deterrence of the heavy killing intent, he almost fainted.

However, he still didn't faint.

Because at the next moment, what the man said was extremely indifferent, as if he just mentioned a trivial matter that he didn't need to care about.But it was like a sharp arrow, piercing into his restless and greedy heart.

The man seemed to be indifferent and said: "Okay, then I will die."

The reason why the man didn't die...or in other words, the reason why he has been wandering for hundreds or thousands of years without being able to usher in death, in the final analysis, is because of a certain ability he possessed.

"It's just a piece of shit. I don't want it anymore. Whoever wants it can take it—oh? You want it, don't you?"

"Idiot, I allow you to take one more step forward. Tell me, are you extremely greedy and have desires, and want to use the benefits you get from me to realize your childish ambitions?"

No, no, let alone ambition.Wickham replied with such sincerity and trepidation, at the same time, he felt the excitement and joy of the future of good luck.

"It's ridiculous, whatever, I don't bother to listen to your nonsense. All right, since you want it, then take it."

Just like that... It was like a beautiful dream that he didn't want to wake up no matter what.

Wickham got that exhilarating and terrifying ability from the man.In his opinion, men are the real idiots, otherwise, how could he so casually give a real priceless treasure to a humble stranger?

Although, at the end when the stupid man transferred his ability and was about to die, he still dared to threaten him who was already very different with his usual superior tone:

"When I am kind, I will remind you one last thing."

"Don't get carried away. Even though you have this ability, you can no longer die, and no one can kill you, not even the consciousness of the 'world'—"

There was no change in posture, but the man who was still staring fiercely at him with those golden eyes that would not be extinguished—the extremely stupid man, before the black shadow suddenly reflected on his face fell, he was not afraid, nor did he The slightest hint of hatred and despair.

"However, there is one exception. Only that 'special case' can completely kill me, but he is gone, and I can't find him."

"Now it's you. It's better to be restrained, if I use my 'things' to cause any big trouble - even if I don't have to come back and crush you to death, 'he' can also kill you idiot instead of me. "

--call.

Not to mention how shockingly intimidated Wickham was after receiving these almost no kind reminders.

"Oh... bastard! Do you think that you can still talk to me in this tone? Go--go to death!"

The sudden black shadow reflected on the man's face suddenly expanded when the voice fell.

It turned out that after gaining the ability of immortality, Wickham regained all the courage he lost.He was furious because of the man's unbelievable attitude, and for a moment, he actually lifted a stone scattered in his hand.

Lifting the stone high, with a ferocious expression hiding a trace of joy, he tried his best to smash the head of the man who would die in a short while with this stone.

however.

The man whose eyes were covered by the enlarged shadow grinned.

"Sure enough, he is an idiot who can't make a fortune."

At the last moment, he showed such an ugly sneer.

……

……

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!"

After waking up from the dream, Wickham of Wickham had completely remembered.

He couldn't help screaming.

In comparison, the psychological shadow brought to him by being burned to death by the flames is far less than what appeared in the dream... But it is also the scene that actually happened in reality that brought him the greatest fear.

The day when the man died is far from now, and it is actually quite a long time in the past.But Wickham always mistakenly thought that that scene happened yesterday, today, or even a second ago in the astonishment of dreaming back at midnight.

The man's sneer before he died became a succubus that Wickham couldn't escape.

It's so confusing, it's—wait a minute?

Wickham, who was covered in cold sweat, suddenly realized something was wrong.

The scream he made, instead of "ahhhhh", became...

Wickham: "Hmm??!!!"

Threatened by dreams and reality, he was quite belatedly aware of the strangeness that appeared to him at this time.

It doesn't matter if you simply use "adversity" to describe it.

He—the young, promising, tall and handsome Countess who is about to join hands like the incarnation of Aphrodite in the world, George Wickham who is on the pinnacle of life—at this moment, he is being used by some arrogant person The thick hemp rope was tied into rice dumplings and thrown into the dark and dirty underground cell!

That's right, even at this time, Wickham still misses the Countess.

God knows what stiff thing it was that blocked his mouth. Wickham, who was bound into a thick ball, struggled desperately for a long while, still struggling on the uneven ground covered with dirty black mud.

He even accidentally bit the stinky rag that gagged his mouth tightly, and then rolled his eyes unbearably, and almost fainted—after tasting the smell that almost made him spit it out with his saliva, he Immediately, I knew what was in my mouth.

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Translated into adult words, it is: ah!Who the hell!But—damn it!

With his IQ, he had to delay for a while before rummaging through fragments of suspected intelligence from the faulty memory.

So, 10 minutes later, Wickham, who regretted not being fainted by the smell, said, "...Huh?!"

It was like a thunderbolt splitting the originally calm and clear sky, and it struck the immobile young man's head accurately and accurately, making him find the culprit who was most likely to get him into such a predicament in disbelief.

There is no one else.

The owner of the banquet that night, and of the manor and its lands underfoot, the Count of Monte Cristo—it must be him!

All the hatred and resentment in Wickham's heart had found targets.

The three words "Monte Cristo" were deeply engraved in his heart, making him—

……

and many more……

Mount Christ?

This time it wasn't just thunder that fell down.

The stupid Wickham's real sluggish reaction was not only slow for those 10 minutes, but slow for several days!

As a person from "outside the world", he has an inherent advantage.

He knew Fitzwilliam Darcy, he knew Elizabeth Bennet, and of course he knew the Count of Monte Cristo.

However, when he heard the name "The Count of Monte Cristo" a few days ago, although he felt very familiar with it, he still had doubts in his heart when he thought that it was impossible for Darcy and the Count of Monte Cristo to appear at the same time in this world, so he thought it was just coincide.

He came over unprepared and was plotted against.

He was burned and resurrected in the dungeon.

Logically speaking, it is not enough to determine that this Monte Cristo is the one that Wickham knew only based on the description of the Count of Monte Cristo that is almost identical to that of the Count of Monte Cristo. Monte Cristo, there is no necessary and obvious connection between the two.

But...but!

Wickham got such a revelation!

Even if the imagined Count of Monte Cristo couldn't look like this, and shouldn't have such a terrifying ability, the feeling and temperament are quite different——

The unprecedentedly strong premonition pointed directly to the last person in the memory picture before the fault, the white-haired man who looked down at him coldly with the condescending posture that Wickham least liked!

Is it a coincidence?

Wickham trembled uncontrollably again.

"The Count of Monte Cristo", and the stupid man who didn't pay attention to him before he died-Eddie, the man's name.

They all have a pair of golden and cold pupils.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

After a long period of sluggishness, Wickham struggled violently again.

He couldn't break free from the tight knots that bound his limbs tightly. He could only roll desperately on the ground, completely staining the red uniform with the foul-smelling mud.

If you can't stop, it doesn't mean you are still full of energy.Wickham was just——stimulated, the spirit of ups and downs was very fragile, and then stimulated, it brought him to the brink of collapse.

If one were to translate all the noises that kept coming out of the mouth of the desperately tumbling "mud ball", probably only these few sentences would be repeated over and over again:

—You gave it to me yourself!

——You...voluntarily...I didn't——I didn't ask you for it at all!

——Oh, by the way, in the end...you asked for it!You evil bastard, you want to die, I just want to be more straightforward and help you die earlier.That's all... that's all!

Up to now, the figure of the Count of Monte Cristo seen in the hall has been completely blurred.The question of whether he was the Count of Monte Cristo, whom he knew well, also became worthless.

If the Avengers came later, after Wickham killed Darcy and captured Elizabeth's heart with jealousy, he was encouraged and self-confidence was extremely inflated, how could he be so deeply and deeply What about heavy stimuli?

Fortunately, there will be no ifs in reality.

Wickham, who just came to this world, did nothing. Deep in his heart, disguised by false self-confidence, the psychological shadow left by "Eddie" has not dissipated.

Therefore, although there is still a premise of suffering a death encounter, the fuse that finally acts as the last straw is just a pair of eyes with the same color but with very different emotions contained in them...

*****

"It's not just resurrection from the dead... There is something very strange about this human being."

After observing for nearly midnight, Ellie looked away.

He first closed his eyelids silently, paused for a moment, then opened them again, and his voice returned to calm.

The banquet was over long ago, and he and Edmund were now staying in the extremely spacious bedroom, seeing the scene of the underground prison through magic props.

Airlie wanted to go directly to the ground, but Edmund strongly opposed it, on the grounds that it was easier to find the tell if he was hidden and observed.In fact, for the sake of one human being, two heroic spirits are so cautious and go to great lengths, it is really incredible.

After observing for so long, they failed to draw any satisfactory conclusions.

After George Wickham was burned by the flames of the Avengers, he was indeed reduced to ashes, and at that moment, his vital signs did disappear.

However, Airlie keenly discovered that the incident was not over yet, at least from Alaya's side, the message of "mission completed" had not yet been transmitted.

The final result was beyond expectations. Under the watchful eyes of Ruler and Avenger, the black ashes scattered on the floor, even many of which had been blown away by the wind, spontaneously condensed, piled up, and elevated——

In a few minutes, the ashes turned into a living Wickham again.

Not only is this guy still alive, but even the clothes on his body are intact, without any trace of damage.

When seeing this scene.

Airlie: "..."

Edmund: "...Hahahahahahahaha! Interesting, let's try it, how many times will it take to burn this disgusting thing completely."

He really burned several times in a row, however, the final result is the same: Wickham has the ability to resurrect from the dead, and the power of the Avengers alone can't help him.

At the moment, I also observed in the room for a long time, except that Wickham seemed to go crazy after waking up, but still-no gain.

Ellie always felt that he should have vaguely caught some clues.But the clue was too small, too inconspicuous, at least at this moment, he only felt an inexplicable familiarity in his heart.

"Speaking of which, why did Alaya Consciousness let me come here?" He temporarily turned to another doubt, which had already appeared when he first came to this world.There is another one that has been haunting my mind for a long, long time ago: "Let's not talk about the content of the transaction... Letting a heroic spirit like me disappear will not have any impact on human beings."

Why did Alayashi go to great lengths to save such a useless heroic spirit?

"After all, even if I'm here now, I haven't helped Edmund, and I have no clue when I can't kill outsiders."

From the color of his hair, which seemed to be dimmed because of it, and hung down his shoulders, it was obvious that he was very disappointed.

Perhaps with a hint of frustration, he sat on the edge of the bed with a little more force.So the extremely springy mattress sinks and bounces back.

The intricate ribbons wrapped around the hem of the over-length skirt are slightly sunken between the legs, just right, and floated by the quietly rising airflow.The color of the ribbon is light blue, flowing like a wave, and when it reaches the bottom of the skirt, because the person supporting them changes their posture slightly, the beautifully curved ankles that were previously covered are all revealed.

Edmund, who was still standing, discovered this detail immediately.

Ellie hasn't changed out of the dress that was still too complicated for him, even because he was attracted by important things, he even forgot to take off the jewelry on his neck—"No, Edmund, I have always worn this cross, a present from a friend."

The man stared at it for a while, and the thought in his heart was not to watch again, but to hurry up and pull the slightly raised skirt back to its proper position, covering the skin that could bring endless temptation. live.

"What stupid things are you talking about?" The tone of the exit was slightly bad.

"what?"

"Isn't it stupid to belittle myself for such a trivial matter? All right, I don't need to worry about George Wickham's affairs today, and I won't be famous for the time being. You can go to rest."

"Not disparaging, I really feel—"

Ellie was about to refute a little bit, but his voice was cut off midway, and a strange color appeared on his face, probably stained by surprise.

"...Edmund?"

"what."

"You pulled my..."

I still didn't finish the rest of the sentence, because Ellie also got stuck for a while, and I don't know how to say it so that it doesn't look so strange.

Yes, it's just weird.

Edmund: "?!"

The man who had been trapped in his inner world before suddenly came back to his senses.

Edmund suddenly realized that his hand stretched out without permission from his master, and pulled up the hem of the skirt that was draped between Ellie's legs in a good way—yes, he was clearly thinking just now. The exposed ankles of the young man were covered by the feet wrapped in high heels.

Edmund: "..."

Ellie was still watching him suspiciously.

The man who was in trouble for some reason continued to remain silent.

Soon—yes, since Ellie is not a character who is good at actively finding topics, the end of the Cold War at this time is already considered fast for them.

Edmund seemed to let go of his hand quite naturally, letting the hem of the skirt fall by itself.

"Airlie."

With an indifferent face, he didn't know why he would say such words. The fingertips that touched the corner of his skirt earlier seemed to be lit by flames: "Can you dance?"

Airlie continued: "No. I haven't learned it, and I haven't had a chance to dance."

He paused, seeing that Edmund withdrew his hand and didn't speak for a while, so he diverted his thoughts along this topic, thinking he understood what the man meant.

In order not to embarrass the man who seems to want to teach him to dance, he (thinks) witty:

"—I'm interested, though. Will Edmund teach me?"

Edmund: "..."

"Then teach me."

"..."

"I don't feel tired today, and I don't need to rest. So, come dance?"

Please believe that Airlie sent this invitation with sincerity.

And correspondingly, the invited object, the man who couldn't help but secretly annoyed because of the inexplicable words he blurted out, suddenly had a strange brilliance on his face that he hadn't even noticed.

There are many reasons for rejection.For example, it was too late, he was not interested, or he just mentioned it casually.

He should also refuse.Today, they can only be regarded as "companions" who had entanglements in the past. Even though there is a perfunctory engagement relationship with outsiders, they seem to be so close to each other, and he knows the real distance.

Who can understand his contradictions?

Wanting to grab it, after catching it, I dare not let go, but I dare not approach it even more.

This is his "dream", the only "light" he is looking for in the endless lost.Now that I finally saw him, he was even more beautiful than the one left in my memory, I wished I could hold him in my palms, but I was worried that the touch would extinguish the light.

such a situation.

Not much better than before, but even more hopeless.

The only way to break it is——

Let "he" take the first step unintentionally

Just like once, in that stormy and dark night, the voice of the heroic spirit sounded amidst the wailing of the rain and the tide.

Then, as now, the same person sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling softly.

Edmund heard only his own low voice.

"Do you want to dance?"

"Yeah," Ellie said.

The real mental activity must not be revealed.He thought by the way.

Edmund didn't say anything, but he saw it, and somehow, he was so sure.

Edmund wants to dance, doesn't he?The banquet has been held for so long, but the hosts have not come down to the ballroom even once.Although it was a little late, and he did feel a little tired, but he hoped that Edmund would be satisfied.

Then, after realizing that Edmund would probably not take the initiative to reach out to him, his eyes were filled with tolerance and tolerance.

"I really want to." He said.

He offered to extend his hand to him.

……

There is still about an hour before the rising sun replaces the starry sky in the dark night.

The earl's manor, which was brightly lit all night, seemed to have received the notification in time that the master wanted the opposite effect, and suddenly extinguished most of the lights.

The dimmed place is the normally resplendent hall.

After the astute housekeeper extinguished the lights in the hall, he shouted to all the waiting servants to leave, and after clearing the place, he quietly retreated.

In the vast open space, in the darkness lit only by starlight, there were only the swaying shadows of two people.

No need for onlookers.

Hands rest on the waist that is extraordinarily slender even without being girded.

The person he was helping quietly kicked off the high heels that he was not used to because he was worried about stepping on his partner's feet by mistake.The bare feet first touched the pure white marble floor like a mirror, and then, as expected, they stepped on the uppers of the dance partner's boots.

The place where he stands is the source that transmits warmth to the cold heart.

Music without accompaniment.

Because, if there is extra noise, it will cover the moving music that men most want to hear.

"Well... so tired."

Spinning awkwardly under the lead of the dance partner, there is a vague tendency to slip.

"Is that——? Okay, dancing... feels like it's also difficult..."

He was lifted up, fell down the next moment, and then, under the extra support from his waist, he struggled to let his body fall backwards, and his waist also bent backwards.

The long hair slipped from the shoulders under the pull of gravity, and the starlight happened to pour on the perfect side face, so that the stars were also attracted, embellishing the shining hair.

His partner also leaned over, the smell of tobacco in his nostrils.

Their eyes met in the dim night.

"By the way, Edmund...why don't you turn on the light?"

"because……"

If you turn on the light, in a place that is too bright, you will see desires that you should not see.

"do not speak--"

Temporarily changed the subject.

After that, it will be the last gesture that ends with a silent dance.

The Earl, who hid his expression in the darkness, finally lowered his head, his eyelids drooping slightly, covering the faintly pulsating obscure light in his golden pupils.

--do not speak.Just be quiet and wait for my kiss.

At this time, the rising sun just appeared on the horizon of the morning light.

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