[Comprehensive Manga] Lord Witch

"tick"

"tick"

"tick"

The sound of water continued.

In the dim wooden house, there was no trace of popularity.

The flame of the candle hanging on the wall was flickering, and was "suddenly" extinguished by the wind blowing from nowhere.

The waves spread round and round, and then gradually disappeared.

The surface of the water became like a mirror again, extremely calm.

—the sound of the water disappeared.

The next moment, someone walked out the door.

"Master Karen Beloa, look, I changed into a new skirt today, does it look good?" She said softly, and tiptoed in.

The depths of the wooden house became extremely dark because of the loss of the only light source.

"...Master Karen Beloa?"

She held the oil lamp in one hand, lifted the hem of her skirt with the other, stared at the darkness in front of her, and asked with some doubts.

A dead silence.

She stood there quietly, silent for a while.

As if losing strength in his hands, he let go of the oil lamp he was holding and the hem of his skirt.

The oil lamp fell to the ground and soon went out.

All around was plunged into true darkness.

"Karen, Beloa, my lord..." The voice was intermittent.

"Where are you? Don't, don't scare me, don't scare Margaria..." The voice was full of panic.

……

silence.

"Ah,..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

She screamed, full of pain and disbelief.

"Master Karen Beloa!! Why, why!!!"

"Liliana, Margarina, why, why do you want...!!!!"

The sound of "tick-tick-tick" sounded again, and it became hasty.

Her face was full of tears.

Then, she knelt down with a "plop".

The gorgeous skirt was quickly polluted by the black pool water.

"Lili, Anna..."

She was crying, the corners of her lips curled up, her expression twisted.

"What are you doing, Liliana. You actually let Lord Karen Beloa be taken away..."

She was talking to herself, her eyes blank.

What are you doing... what are you doing! ! ! !

……what.

so be it.

I will not save your hypocritical lover.

You are just like me, suitable for tasting the taste of despair.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!"

She laughed wildly.

"Liliana, hahahahaha!! It's so funny, hahaha, hahahahahahaha!!"

Liliana...

——You were just like me.

-【Past】-

***

After listening to Sawada Tsunayoshi's talk about the dream he had, Reborn didn't speak for a long time.

This made him a little uneasy.

"What, what's the matter, reborn, is there a problem?"

"...How should I put it?" Reborn paused, "From a certain point of view, this problem is bigger than I imagined."

"Eh!!!!?" Tsunayoshi Sawada exclaimed suddenly.

"However, from another point of view, the problem is very small." Reborn's hands lay on Lien, and his tone was as flat as ever.

"Did the premonition come true..." he whispered.

"What do you mean! Don't scare people, reborn!!" Sawada Tsunayoshi went crazy.

"You..." Reborn stared at Tsunayoshi Sawada for a while, his black eyes stared straight at him, "Forget it, anyway, you will inherit that position sooner or later and know, so it's okay to tell you in advance .”

As soon as he finished speaking, Leon turned into a mini projector in his hand.

He pointed the projector at the wall, and said to Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Listen, Idiot, don't tell anyone about the following things."

"Hmm, um!!" Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't help becoming nervous when he saw Reborn's serious expression.

Is the thing I want to see next related to that dream?

He thought so.

That dream, thinking about it now, is really very long.

When he lifted the quilt and got up, he looked at the ceiling for 10 minutes before he came back to his senses. The dream became like a revolving lantern again, and it passed through his mind quickly.

If I think about it carefully, the voice of the person named Qian Luo...is similar to the voice I heard before I fell into a coma, and the voice I heard in another dream...

……wait wait wait?

Chilo? !

'...The real name, no, it is a commonly used name, it should be Qian Luo.The appearance is a boy with short black hair and golden eyes. '

Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes widened, and the words Nura Usabe said earlier appeared in his mind.

Whether it's the name or the appearance, it's all in line! !

That……! !

"Reborn, the person I dreamed about..." Tsunayoshi Sawada came back to his senses, raised his head and was about to discuss with Reborn, but he stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking.

He met a pair of golden eyes.

That made him speechless for a moment.

"You should have an impression of these eyes." Reborn said so, looking at the scene projected on the wall by the projector that Len turned into.

That is a painting.

An ancient oil painting that has obviously been baptized by time.

Except for the middle part, the rest of the canvas is blank.

Only a pair of eyes were drawn on it.

Can't go wrong.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stared closely at those eyes.

He had seen these eyes many times in his dreams.

These eyes are...

"Vengele's headquarters in Sicily is a castle located in the center of the island. The original leader of Vengele was originally a descendant of nobles. After establishing the Vengele family, he used the inherent territory and castle as his headquarters."

Reborn suddenly spoke up.

"And the study of the first generation leader—Giotto is still preserved. I found this painting in the dark compartment of the study shelf a long time ago."

He said, paused.

"Well~ Although I was not hired by Pengo Lie at that time, I just discovered it by accident."

His tone changed from being serious to the soft and waxy one who was suspected of being cute

"So, how?"

"You don't even need to read your mind, you can tell from your expression, stupid gang."

"These eyes belong to that person named Qianluo." Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes were full of anxiety. "Moreover, Mr. Nuliang also said that he was looking for a person named 'Qian Luo', who also has black hair and golden eyes."

"Really." Reborn pulled down the brim of his hat, "I thought it was when I saw it before."

"Although I don't know why the person Nuliang Yuyao is looking for coincides with this person and why, but Agang," reborn looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi, "the dream you had is, without a doubt, Penguin. A history that is unknown, at least, even I have never known it."

"Eh, eh?!" Tsunayoshi Sawada's eyes widened in surprise, "No, reborn! What if, what if this is really just an ordinary dream of mine? Why are you so sure!"

Reborn was silent for a while, and then met A Gang's eyes straightly.

"I don't think you can dream on that level."

Tsunayoshi Sawada swore he saw a mockery in his tutor's dark eyes.

"How many meanings!!"

"Even if there is, the probability is very low."

"Although it cannot be ruled out that the previous leaders did not have this kind of dream, I don't think that possibility will appear."

Reborn said so.

"But you are very likely to do so, the only reason is that you are the direct blood of Giotto, and you are the one who will inherit the position of the tenth generation leader of Pengo Lie."

"Ah, ah, I don't understand at all!" Sawada Tsunayoshi wailed and messed up his brown hair.

"Well, it means," Reborn said with a smile, "the thing in your body is neither a monster nor a ghost, and when it comes to certain times, it will protect you."

"It's still the same sentence, you are the direct blood of Giotto, the leader of the tenth generation of Vongola, don't worry too much."

The corners of Reborn's lips curled up slightly, and he turned and walked in the direction he came from.

"Okay, let's go back, you also have a task to train."

***

"I am, who?" Giotto stared at those golden eyes and repeated the words of the person in front of him.

Until he saw that those golden eyes were indeed filled with bewilderment.

"...This is really, too much." He whispered.

Then he showed a gentle smile and took the boy's hand.

"So, how about a 'meeting for the first time'?"

Giotto's voice was as gentle as a breeze blowing from the sky over the fields.

"My name is Giotto," he said in a low voice, resting his forehead on the boy's.

"—I love you."

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The end of this chapter follows the previous one, so if you don’t read it along the way, it may be a bit inexplicable_(:зゝ∠)_

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