Confess [Black Carnival of Cassendra]

go back?where to go backHow to go back?

Can't imagine, can't think, can't... accept.

The girl looked in the direction of the door, and standing there was a young priest in a black robe.He is calm, he is cold, he is the voice of the gods for the people in this town, the agent of the gods, he is a young priest, he is the person she admires, relies on, and yearns for—

But he and she are not from the same world.The place where he has experienced, witnessed, and personally participated in those things, and what she can see, hear, and feel, have always been two completely different worlds.

He won't let her pass, he doesn't want her to pass.

"Let's go back."

Go back to where you are, go back to that place that has nothing to do with samsara, and get out of here, out of this never-ending cycle, into the future, into a new life.

He watched her.The mottled morning light coming in through the rose window from the porch, those gorgeous light and shadows were projected on his black robe, in those purple eyes that looked like ice that had not melted for thousands of years, and in his eyes. Curly hair, projected on his straight back.

He said: go back.

Lolia bit her lips tightly, shaking her head desperately, desperately trying to see the person in front of her.

She said she didn't want to leave, she said she wasn't afraid, she said that she didn't want a future, a new life, even if she became a servant of God, she still wanted to stay by his side.

Even if she becomes a puppet of God, she still wants to be by his side.

She said that she has no place to go back now, she said that Adolf would definitely not forgive her self-assertion, she said that only being here can be regarded as "going back", and only being around him can be regarded as "going back" .

By the end, her tone was almost pleading.

The young priest standing at the door seemed to let out an almost incomprehensible sigh.He took a step forward, step by step, and slowly walked in front of the girl.He stretched out his hand to her, and gently covered her palm in his own, carefully, as if he was holding the most beautiful and fragile treasure in the world.

—It was like a confession.

"You once asked me what kind of path I was on. At that time, I answered, let the world see the original face of God."

His voice was as cold as the cold wind outside the window, but it was also incredibly soft.

"At that time, I didn't tell you what God is, because you will know it when you see it."

The young priest paused, his voice a bit deeper than before.

"To this day, I still won't tell you what God is. You don't need to know. You still have a future to speak of, so you should stay in the original world instead of sinking into this town and dying for this small town."

"But I will tell you that I am God's agent and I will witness the choice of believers. I am very glad that you still have a choice."

I'm glad you still have a choice, because I have no choice.

So I want to see you come out of this cycle, I want to see you, towards a brighter end.

I will save you, and if I can't save you, I will kill you, and then I will save you, and so on, until the cycle is broken, until the only certain future really comes.I can't run to that future, so I will always watch your back, just like witnessing the rise and fall of this world.

The girl's cry gradually weakened, and finally there was only silent sobbing, and the young priest stood there, silent like a beautiful statue, just reflecting that petite figure into his own deep pool. eye pupil.

"Can I... ask you one more question?"

She raised her eyes and looked at the man standing in front of her. She had looked at him like this for many years, with trust, longing, and ardent and sincere... love.

"Father Constantine, you..."

"love me?"

She asked.

The air seemed to be still for a moment, the breathing seemed to be still for a moment, the temperature between the palms seemed to be still for a moment, everything seemed to be still for a moment, and then, the voice of the young man was like a drop of water flowing into the sea, little by little dizzy in the air.

Constantine stared at her and replied softly:

"Love."

When Loria returned to Pomegranate Lane, the slender and sly man didn't ask her a single word.They just quietly planned, packed their bags and, after Christmas 2003, boarded a train out of the town.

There was a heavy snowfall in Cassandra, and many people died in that snow.A lingering haze hangs over the skies over that small town, but Loria thinks maybe there will always be new life there, like hers, toward a new future.

There is no future without him.

Half a month later, the girl who entered the boarding school received a package, which contained a string of rosary beads, but the cross on it had been burnt to a shabby state.

There was no address on the package, and there was no note attached, but she could vaguely understand where it came from.

He has already thrown himself into the flames of karma, and she has a future beyond his reach, so she has to live a good life, better than anyone else.

She thought, maybe he will watch, in the sky, in a dream, always watching.

The girl pushed open the door of the church, crossed the gatekeeper's room, walked through the long aisle under the rose window, and went straight to the confessional on one side.

The curtain on the other side of the confession room was quietly hanging, and half of the corner of the god's robe was exposed underneath. It was obvious that the priest was sitting inside at the moment, waiting for his believers.

This is the 13259th time he wakes up at this time, the reincarnation is still going on, and she still has a future.

The author has something to say:

Kang did not describe the past in the original work, but only wrote that he was a crazy cult/religionist. Dao Tuanbu’s Kang’s past gave him a lot of humanity, but he was not that crazy. Of course, whether it is pure crazy criticism The lamb for the burnt offering is delicious uwu, but this article is not the same as the two. If I have to say, Kang in this article should be more like the kind of puppet whose soul was taken away by Atlach, staring at the world indifferently Everything, step by step doing what he "should" do (including when I was leading the group, Kang was always in this tune), regardless of the consequences, regardless of the cost, it must be said that there is a purpose, then his purpose is to let Art come, this point never changed.

He is a container without a soul, and the girl gave him love, which made him have the illusion that he has a soul again.This kind of illusion deepens little by little in the filth of reincarnation again and again, and gradually becomes obsession, and those who have obsession also have a soul.He knew he had no future, so he gave her the future with his remaining "soul".

From Constantine's point of view, the story probably looks like this.

This pit has been filled intermittently for so long (however, the scarecrow has not yet updated the ending), I personally like this story very much, and I also like Kang in this way.

Finally, I am very grateful to Mafuyu for the module, and I am also super invincible to thank my good KP for letting me taste Constantine in the seminary period, and I will learn from her in the future

In short, see you in the next dream!

PPS: The next book is "Cats are Prohibited in the Police School Dormitory"