Versailles is worse than being queen

◎Devil and Death Walk Together◎LJ

Versailles, at sunset.

"...Maybe it's these people?"

Antanya folded the list into a paper airplane, squinted one eye to aim, and threw it at Nikolai.

With a stretch of his slender arms, the young man easily grabbed the paper airplane, unfolded it, glanced at it and said, "It's about the same."

The sun was setting, and Antanya entered Nikolai's research workshop through the secret passage, and checked with him the list of scholars invited to participate in the research.It was so easy for her to walk unseen, she even brought a bottle of wine with her.

Of course, Nicholas is much more familiar with the research of these scholars than Antanya, but after all, he is not a person of this era. It is not easy to accurately find out the scientists who are active in this era-but for Antanya She said that although she didn't pay special attention to it back then, those outstanding scholars still had an impression, not to mention that many of them had met her.

"By the way..." Nicholas leaned against a strange-shaped silver-white instrument, folded his hands in front of his chest, "Why do you say I'm an alchemist?"

"Why, not satisfied?"

Antanya shook the wine glass in her hand and glanced at him, "You don't know, in this era, alchemists are the most sought after profession."

"I don't need to rely on one identity to be sought after," Nicholas said coolly, "My existence will make the identity of a scientist be sought after."

"Oh, that won't work." Antanya flatly refused, "There are too many people who are jealous of you, and you still have evil eyes. I don't want scientists to be stigmatized, so that children can't grow up. Dare to engage in scientific research."

Nicholas glanced at her with a smile: "Scientists can't be stigmatized, so I can be stigmatized?"

"I've always been a bad woman."

Antanya raised the corners of her lips and said casually: "Mr. Tesla, since you are from the future, you don't know this, do you?"

The boy leaning against the wall tilted his head and looked at her without speaking.

Antanya lowered her head on her own, and subconsciously raised her head when she realized that no one was answering the conversation.

Just like that, she suddenly met his eyes quietly looking at her.

The setting sun outside the window is gradually dimming, and the candles are not yet lit in the house.The wine-like rich golden red color outlines the tall and straight half body of the young man, but his eyes looking at her are dark.

There is no light inside.

Antanya froze.

The next second, she moved the wine glass to her eyes and smiled softly: "By the way, how did future generations scold me? I'm actually quite curious."

She saw the boy opposite through the rose-red wine—beautiful, twisted, and fleeting.

Like the last ray of sunset at this moment.

If Nicholas is willing, he can say a few beautiful words to compliment her at this moment. This is what people usually think of as "politeness"—the politeness that Antanya is used to.

But he didn't.

The strangely shaped boy reflected in the wine glass just looked at her without saying a word.

In the silence, the last ray of orange-red slanting light falling on the wine glass through the skylight disappeared.

Everything sinks into darkness.

In the darkness, the young man's low voice suddenly sounded: "I don't know if you still remember, eight years ago, I said... I will light up the stars in the sky for you."

"Oh?" Antanya laughed, "I forgot."

At this moment, the sound of "Zi Zi" passed by her ears, and then there were a few slight sounds from some unknown direction, as if something crisp and raw was flicked twice in the air.

Antanya had never heard such a voice before. The instinct of falling into the darkness and the unknown made her eyes widen, and the pupils also dilated slightly in the darkness——

"Get used to it before opening your eyes." A cool palm suddenly covered her eyes, leaving her world in darkness.

The wine glass in his hand was taken away by one hand at the same time, "In case you are too surprised and smashed the wine glass, I will reluctantly help."

Antanya blinked, and her curly eyelashes scratched the boy's palm like a tuft of new weeds: "How long can I open my eyes?"

Nicholas subconsciously withdrew his hand, twirling his palm with his fingertips: "... three or four seconds."

Antanya counted three and a half seconds very rigorously, then opened her eyes.

In the deep darkness, clusters of light red light spots floated around her.

These small flames floated, as if breaking through the limitation of the space in the room in an instant, floating to the infinite distance.

From all directions, the sky is full of twinkling stars.

Antanya did not see Nicholas among the stars, she subconsciously asked: "This is...the electric light?"

"..." The young man seemed to snort, and the voice came from behind her: "I made the electric light - I threw it into the storage cabinet. This is more advanced than the electric light. Of course, it is easier to use the electric light in daily scenes." Installation... But if the technical conditions break through, this light source is obviously better, isn't it?"

At this point, the fires were extinguished, and the room returned to the darkness like the beginning of the universe.

The next moment, the boy's calm voice sounded: "Now, I will create the day for you."

Before the words fell, the whole room suddenly lit up.

Antanya was about to close her eyes subconsciously, but then she realized that the light was not dazzling.This strange and beautiful light is so soft and warm, floating in the whole room like ocean waves, but she doesn't even know where the light comes from.

She has seen the brightly lit Palace of Versailles countless times, from candles to kerosene lamps to electric lights. She has seen the most gorgeous and illusory dreams in the world—but she has never seen such dreamy and soft light.

"Oh...be careful!"

Accompanied by the boy's voice, a ball of red flames suddenly jumped out of the void in front of her and floated towards her.

"...It's so beautiful." Antanya stretched out her hand.

The ball of fire was attracted by her fingertips like a silky plush rabbit, and then slid down her slender arms, falling from the pearly white flowing cuffs to her shoulders, and then disappeared suddenly with a "poof". in the invisible.

"...Aren't you afraid?" There was a hint of surprise in Nicholas' voice.

This is not the first time he has demonstrated this impossibly universal light source to others.After seeing a fireball he created as a prank, everyone would subconsciously avoid it—except for the girl in front of her who stretched out her hand to the fireball.

"Afraid?" Antanya looked at Nicholas and smiled slightly.

Nikolay felt that time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The pale golden light enveloped the young girl, smearing a shimmer on her delicate and bright cheeks.The firelight outlines her slender neck and gracefully curved arms, just like the morning light at the beginning of the world outlines the birth of Venus.

The next moment, the smiling lips spat out words without warmth: "I am a person who has been to hell, and I have already forgotten the feeling of fear."

Nicholas regained his thoughts.

He thought for a moment and shook his head: "Actually, you don't have to do this. Since you have experienced so many things, you should understand that history is not shaped by one person. What's more, history has restarted now."

He stared into her eyes: "I actually want to ask you, why did you come here again? You don't like the life here, and you don't like the people here. Many things happened here, but they are not your responsibility. I was saved by you, and I told you very clearly that you have other choices..."

"That's the most annoying thing," Antanya interrupted him.

She picked up the glass of wine that Nicholas had just taken away, and leaned lazily against the side of a large cabinet.

"I hate being seen through, making me look like a no-brainer."

She looked down at the wine glass in her hand, and suddenly laughed: "Of course, don't I?"

Nicholas was about to speak when she interrupted him again.

"I have to say, you are really brave."

As the wine glass swayed slightly, the ruby-like liquid glistened between her thin white fingertips.

In the bright light, Nicholas glanced at her with his silver-blue eyes, and raised a slightly raised eyebrow to speak out a question instead of words.

"After all, you know what kind of woman I am, but you still dare to hang out with me."

Tesla lowered his head and coughed lightly, "Your words remind me of another sentence - there is only one kind of true heroism in the world."

"Huh?" Antanya was aroused and looked at him with her head slightly tilted.

"—that is, after recognizing the truth of life, still loving life. Maybe I am a hero?"

A moment of silence.

The next moment, Antanya directly splashed the dark red wine on the boy's face.

"What about this?" She raised the corners of her lips provocatively, "Do you think you know the real me after reading a few reports? Do you think I came here to save the poor people in the world?"

She sneered and said to the young man with wine dripping down his face, "My soul has been in hell, so you are not afraid of returning to this world. Are you a devil who wants to take revenge on the world?"

Nikolay didn't even take out his handkerchief, just wiped the water stains from his hair casually with his hands.

He turned his head and said solemnly: "I was wrong."

"Before you know what kind of man I am, you dare to pour wine on my face, you are the real hero."

He got up suddenly, and approached Antanya before she could react—like an irresistible storm, condescendingly blocking the light falling on her.

Before Antanya had time to react, she was trapped between Nikolai and the corner formed by the cabinet and the wall.

An overwhelming sense of oppression suddenly hit, and the wine glass slipped out of her hand uncontrollably.

But there was no cracking sound.

——Nicholas obviously didn't look there, but quickly caught the wine glass and put it aside.

There is no sound of breathing—in this fleeting moment, breathing is the most trivial thing, which has long been forgotten in the depths of the soul.

The blade has been unsheathed, the camouflage has been torn, and all smiles and etiquette are no longer necessary.

The light of the whole world has been extinguished, and there is only a pair of breathtaking eyes in the field of vision-the smoky light of the galaxy is swirling in the eyes, and the eyes are burning like cold flames.

"My creation is known as the 'Reaper's Light', and my invention has caused countless deaths. People say that I am Death, the destroyer of worlds..." *

Crystal drops of water fell heavily from his eyelashes and dripped onto her cheeks.

"If you are the devil...then I am Death."

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*Quoted from Bhagavad Gita, India.