sea ​​of ​​time

Air, covered sunlight.The fog and the sun cannot stay together forever. Such pain is deeply engraved in Damon Spedo's soul. The sadness that has not changed even after a hundred years has not changed until the time when the purple-haired girl really existed. calm.

The mist that has lost the sunlight spreads uncontrollably, condenses into water, gathers on the blades of grass like teardrops, until—the tears fall like rain.

——I'm sorry, thank you for forgiving me...I can't protect you.

The mournful cry of the fog, has anyone heard it?

Goal 31 Dove

"Kulom~~~" Elena rushed into the girl's bedroom with a rippling tone, without any grace when she first saw her.

Damon, who was drinking tea in the garden, calmly wiped off his trousers that were drenched by the sloshed tea.

"Whoa!" Collom reflexively transformed into a trident, opened the window and jumped, which shows how much it stimulated her.Now Coulom is completely suffering from Elena phobia, since he was taken to Elena's room yesterday and forced to change dozens of clothes.

"Lord Daemon..." Colum apologized for his rudeness. The girl in a white shirt and trousers waved her trident, and the pineapple leaf shook and hid herself with illusion.

Coulom said, I don't want to wear clothes that are inconvenient to fight all the time!

Indeed, Elena has been working on dressing up Coulom as a cute SD doll type, and there are always a lot of lace elements on the clothes.But in the past few days, Coulom realized that Elena's surprised expression at the beginning was because Lord Damon had sold her out.

"Huh? Daemon? Where's Kurom?" After chasing after him, Elena looked around in confusion, "Why are you missing? I have to go to the Gabrielone family in a while!"

"nufufufu~ Elena, Colum has already run away~"

"..." This is the lost Elena.

"nufufu~" This is Dimon who is jealous and lying.

After sending Elena away, Damon, remembering that he had to go to the headquarters today, silently pulled the girl who was practicing illusion.He is quite satisfied with this junior. He is very talented in illusion, and he is willing to endure hardships. The most important thing is that kind of pure faith and following.It was also because of this that he agreed to the girl's request and taught her.

"Ah~! Kurom!" The purple-haired girl looked at Lan Bao who was spinning around her, and couldn't help but think of Lan Bo who was always asking for candy from a hundred years later, showing a warm smile "Long time no see, Lan Bo precious."

"En!" This was because everyone breathed a sigh of relief after finding out that the girl was not much affected by Dai (bian) Meng (tai).

Speaking of which, do you really think that the girl who was passed by the rippling Bai Lan and the perverted Liudao Mu j□j will still be influenced by Damon?this is a problem.

Anyway, I don't know what happened in the end, and the Kurom girl was packed and taken away by Naker. The good name was that she knew friends and wanted to introduce the bishop to Kurom.

"Pasha—" After falling out of the grass, the girl tidied up her clothes, a little sad that Senior Naker threw herself away so directly.Suddenly, a white hand stretched out, and just as he was removing the leaves from the girl's hair, Kurom woke up suddenly, turning into a trident and touching the man's neck.

"You..." Reflexively, Colum was astonished at his approaching him quietly, and at the same time, when he saw his appearance, his eyes widened in astonishment.

The man was dressed in a white robe, with beautiful and soft long white hair, how dazzling it was when it shone slightly in the sun!There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, and a pair of violet eyes reflected the most beautiful colors in history.The important thing is that the man's face is almost identical to Bai Lan's.

"You are……"

"Lucius," the man said with a smile, "Lucius Bianchi."

"The white-haired Son of Light?" Kurom said puzzledly outside.

"Hehe." The man just smiled softly. "Do you want to sit together?" He pointed behind him, the fountain was filled with snacks and black tea, exuding fragrance. "I think you are the visitor from afar that Nuckle said."

One afternoon, Culom and Lucius sat together, chatting with each other, even calling them from Miss Skull and Bishop Bianchi to Culom and Lucius.In the same way, in the afternoon, Coulom realized the difference between Lucius and Prynne. "Happy is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked, who does not stand in the way of sinners, nor sits in the seat of scoffers. But he who loves the law of the LORD, who meditates on it day and night. He will be like a tree planted by the streams of water, in season It bears fruit, and its leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers. Not so the wicked, but are scattered like chaff by the wind. Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment. The sinner in the congregation of the righteous, So also. For the LORD knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked perishes."

Lucius held the Bible in his hand, and his white hands looked very beautiful against the background of the simple pages. He read the Bible to the girl with a gentle expression, and his voice was pious and gentle. "Culom..."

"?"

"Don't hate, and don't complain. Everything in the world has a cause and an effect, and everything will end."

"Yes..." Colum smiled, like the mist that washed everything, pure white and beautiful. "I believe, but not only in fate, but also in my friends, Lord Mukuro, and the person who is busy for me."

"I love them. Absolutely."

Her rebirth was right, and here, she finally met someone important.

"Ah..." Lucius was a little taken aback, and then laughed out loud, "It's really...Culom, I always feel that maybe we have met somewhere before, and we always have a kind feeling towards you."

"Eh?" The blushing girl nodded her cheeks and looked away from those sincere eyes.

"Tomorrow, will you still come?"

"..." Colum looked at the smiling man, but saw the tiredness and loneliness in his eyes.

——Mingming smiled, why did he feel his loneliness at this time.

"Okay, I'll come tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." Collom said hastily, as if she didn't want to see this man sad and lonely.

——Although he is a noble bishop, this person has always been very lonely.

"Really?" Lucius smiled, looking up at the beautiful sky of Sicily in May. "This world, it would be great if it could be peaceful."

Coulom looked at the flying white pigeon with a gentle expression, "Yes..."

Target 32 ​​Clear Sky

If you don't go to Sicily, it's like you haven't been to Italy: because in Sicily you can find the source of Italian beauty.It was written by Gus on his arrival in Palermo on April 1787, 4.As he describes it, Sicily is undoubtedly beautiful.Sicily has continuous mountains; it has a beautiful harbor, and the blue sea is full of the beauty of life; legend.At night, looking from a distance, the lights on the island are warm orange.In Sicily at night, you can always meet your own romance.This kind of experience is different from Bai Lan's quick glance at the beginning.

The Capuchin Monastery in Palermo is plain and unassuming.It is located in a quiet square next to a cemetery.On the other side of the city is where the Mafia will settle old accounts with Sheriff Borsellino in 1992.In the corner outside the monastery gate, a few vendors were selling postcards and guidebooks; inside the gate, a monk sat behind a table selling tickets, and at the same time selling more postcards and ritual utensils.There were few tourists on this day, and the monk read the newspaper.

Go down a flight of stairs, pass a wooden statue of the Virgin Mary, and come to the door of the catacombs.The room was surprisingly spacious, with a high, vaulted ceiling, and long corridors running at right angles to each other.The air inside was cool and damp, with a sour, choking smell of dust and rotting cloth.The windows were opened high, diffusing the sunlight into wisps of pale bright colors, and the crackling fluorescent lights gave the place an eerie, mortuary-like color.Nearly 2000 dead are resting here, or hung on the wall, or placed on chairs, or lying in old coffins.Dressed in their best attire, they signify what they are doing in this world.There is no one here except me.

Lucius was wearing an ordinary white shirt, although Cullom expressed his strangeness and incomprehension that he could run out of the church at any time.But Lucius just kept smiling at him, so gentle that he couldn't speak.These days, he has been taking Kurom to visit the island, as if he wants to travel every inch of Sicily, and engrave this dazzling beauty in the girl's life.

"Culom, have you ever loved someone?"

"...I don't know." The girl with long indigo hair turned her head slightly, and the bouquet in her hand reflected the sun's rays very brightly. "What is love?"

"..." Lucius thought for a while, then shook his head helplessly. "Everyone has a different definition of love. Loving someone and liking someone are different."

"..." Then neither Coulom nor Lucius stopped talking, they were obviously quiet but not embarrassed.

"Ah!—" People in the small shop screamed, and the endless roar of guns rang in their ears.Chlom took Lucius' hand, hid behind the obstacle at the corner of the street and used illusion to hide himself further. "Lucius...?"

White-haired man's face hidden in long