Confess [Black Carnival of Cassendra]

The dream was fragmented, and the sky was somehow dyed in an indescribable color, like purple gray, and it seemed to be filled with more brilliant colors that could not be captured or understood by someone's vision.

"Crack-clack, clack-clack—"

A series of sounds intertwined in the ears, like arthropods crawling on the wall in the dark night, densely packed.

The girl tried to look, but couldn't. There was only a blurry shadow in front of her eyes, rising and falling in her sight like a non-stop tide, and she stood silently in the middle of the "tide" that didn't know what it was made of. A thin figure.

"Father Constantine? You..."

She wanted to make a sound, but a howl from nowhere in the dark cut off all her voice in her throat. She wanted to breathe, struggle, and move—but she couldn't do anything Arrived, nothing can be done.

It seemed that something wrapped her, wrapped her nerves, wrapped her body, made her fear, made her tremble, made her desperate enough to scream, she couldn't understand, or she couldn't even think.What is in front of her eyes, those voices that are constantly interweaving in her ears, and what is the tide surrounding the person she cares about.

The man's figure was gradually swallowed by the tide, he swelled up bit by bit, and finally turned into a colossal spider-shaped giant that seemed to penetrate the sky——

She woke up suddenly.

Sweat soaked her pajamas and the quilt under her body, and the icy air squeezed into her lungs with her rapid breathing finally brought her consciousness back to reality bit by bit.

——This is a small room with spotless white walls. Apart from a narrow bed under her body, there is only a small bookshelf and a writing desk in the room, but even so, it still looks a bit crowded here.

Loria is no stranger to this place, in fact, she has woken up in this room countless times over the past many years.

In the small compartment set up on the second floor of this church for the clergy to rest.

This is Constantine's residence.

With her fingertips curled up unnaturally, Loria crumpled the bed sheet under her body.What the hell happened before?She wanted to sneak to see the priest of the church while Adolf was not at home, but was caught by Adolf talking to the priest in front of the church.Then what?What about after she was knocked unconscious by something?What happened again?

There was still a faint dull pain at the place where the back of the neck was hit, and the dry throat was almost split inch by inch like the ground scorched by the midsummer sun.

Constantine was not in the room.Most of the time when she stayed in the church, Constantine would wait for dawn on the pew under the rose window in the lobby. Ya also understands that that kind of thing is not allowed, even though she wants to do that, she wants to be by Constantine's side all the time.

Looking around the room, he finally settled on a water glass on the table.It was something she used from time to time, and Loria was used to it, but what surprised her was—beside the water glass, there was a notebook with a black cover that she had never seen before.

Constantine did not have the habit of keeping a diary, nor would he bring documents to be recorded and scriptures to be copied into his room.At least that's how it seemed to her.

so what is that?What is recorded in that notebook that she has never seen before?

It is immoral to pry into people's privacy at will, Loria understands, but if she really can't show it, why put it where she can see it as soon as she opens her eyes?Why not stop her before she's ready to flip?

So, you can still watch it.So after watching it, maybe she can understand that person better?

So Loria opened the notebook, and inside it was a slightly scribbled but still beautiful handwriting, which was obviously written by Constantine.

[This is the 13258th time I wake up at this time.In order to avoid the long cycle of people forgetting, I chose to record these things on paper.Maybe this will be seen by others, but it doesn't matter, people who are still in reincarnation will not keep relevant memories, and if they are really lucky enough to break the reincarnation this time, then this record will also lose its meaning, but a fool crazy talk.

God will come to this land, but if God comes, time will go back and everything will return to the original point.However, I am no longer a person in this world. His power protects me from the effects of reincarnation and preserves my memory.

As far as I have seen, He has descended 3029 times, and the Lord of Raliyah, who was dormant at the bottom of the sea, has awakened 1023 times. He left the field before he arrived, and he didn't know what happened afterwards. To this day, the cycle of reincarnation is still going on.

God spy on people, God uses people, I know I am a puppet controlled by God, and God will use His power to control other people.If it is manipulated by God, it will be like me, and it will never be able to escape from reincarnation. 】

[The last time she died at my hand, this is the 193rd time, because she witnessed the descent of the gods, and only death can stop her from becoming a believer, and among the 4052 times I witnessed, only these 193 times she survived to the end.She is still in reincarnation, (the content is interrupted here)]

[If she can leave Cassandra before the heavy snow falls, she may be able to escape from reincarnation.I've never been successful, but I'll still try.Save her, if you can't do it, kill her, and save her again.Maybe Cassandra will eventually get out of that time, maybe not, but if so,... (There is only a pause after)]

blank.

The rest of the notebook is blank, just like Loria's mind is now.She flipped through the notebook over and over again, trying to decipher the writing on it over and over again.

What's this?This absurd content... what is it?Is it because she has learned too little Latin, so she misunderstood the meaning?Father Constantine, how could he have written... such a thing?

But it is indeed Constantine's handwriting, and it is indeed his handwriting.

It was as if some tense string broke silently, and the girl's hands trembled, almost unable to hold the thin notebook.She seemed to understand why this notebook appeared here, and it seemed that she didn't understand anything, or rather, she didn't want to understand.

Light footsteps sounded at the door, one after another, and then, the familiar shadow of the priest in black was projected into the room by the light in the corridor.

"Loria."

He calls out her name:

"You should go back."