Creator's Steam Fairy

The test results of this kind of magic props are not very accurate, but they are also useful, and can guide the direction for those who are determined to follow the gods.

At first glance, Luria saw the most familiar flower of life—the pattern of June Rain, with a small '0' marked with numbers below it.

She is familiar with the symbols and meanings of each divine pattern, but there are two more on this piece of paper—the circles that overlap and intertwine on the first row, and the last one is surrounded by circles black sun.

It just happened to remind her of the horrible memory half a year ago that was only for her.

Luria tightly closed her eyes, and it took a while to observe again.

According to theological theory, when mortals on earth saw visions in the sky hundreds of years ago, it may not be unintelligible to regard them as symbols of abstract gods.

The black sun surrounded by the rings is a symbol of the end, while the overlapping and fused rings are the beginning of a new era... Although these two patterns do not represent a certain true god, but when the new calendar is activated on that day, it will be the beginning of a new era. The two visions are placed last and first—in line with the logic of traditional theology.

God can no longer respond to this, and theology today is just a part of philosophy and history.

Luria tried hard to control herself not to recall the scene that seemed to be engraved in her soul. She focused on the numbers under the divine pattern, most of which were 0, a few single digits...and a 30.

crystal grass.

Loria raised her eyelids and glanced at the flushed Abigail.

Oh, crystal grass, a symbol of courage.

Loria shook her head and handed the paper back, saying, "Sleep with me tonight, Abby."

"Huh?" Abigail was stunned for a long time and hurriedly waved her hands, "Miss, this...I'm just a maid."

Although I would love to be friends.

"You sleep on the floor, go get ready... By the way, pour me a glass of milk, remember to add sugar."

Loria looked at the maid who had such a sudden understanding expression on her face, saluted, trotted away, and silently opened her right hand that had been clenched tightly.

The small black particles that are easy to see under the light are ordinary, like a grain of pepper that accidentally sticks to the clothes.

But every few seconds, there is an imperceptible subtle magical resonance... This is a miniature magic item that is being activated.

If Abigail hadn't been standing by her side all the time, she almost didn't notice it with her extremely keen sense of magic power.

What's the use of this kind of magic tool that is so weak that it is almost harmless besides being used for marking?

……

Four hours later.

In the early morning of June 6, at 22:0.

Abigail's soft snoring echoed in the spacious bedroom.

Luria, who was lying in her clothes, suddenly got out of the quilt. She was already fully dressed when the maid left.

She jumped out of bed with her saber in her arms, came to the desk, pulled up the curtains, and pushed open the window with both hands, allowing fresh air to fill the room again.

Then she drew out the certificate of glory bestowed upon her by the goddess - the Song of Roland.

Under the small one-word sword grid, there is a sharp blade that clearly reflects her lake blue eyes.

The blade is 82 centimeters long, and the hilt is [-] centimeters long, so it can be used with both hands.

Its shape resembles the half-handed sword popular in the knight age, but the blade is narrower and lighter, as if it was tailor-made for her.

Hold the hilt of the sword with one hand, and hold it in the middle of the blade with the other... Roland's Song won't hurt her, but even with an ordinary long sword, she has enough skills to avoid getting hurt.

Half swordsmanship in the age of chivalry.

Good at blocking and piercing armor, and has some specialties in all aspects of the ten thousand essential oil swordsmanship.

From the teaching of Miss Estella, the disciplinary priest, with half-sword skills, Luria passed the martial arts test of the priest of the temple at a low altitude.

Sheath the sword.

She couldn't tell whether it was anger or nervousness, but her hands trembled slightly.

Who would plot against an ordinary little maid, even using precious magic items?

But no matter who it is, what kind of malice it holds.

She promised to protect Abby.

Recalling the tricks priests used to avoid laughter on serious occasions, she closed her eyes and muttered prayers to communicate her spirituality.

Divine sublimation.

The most dazzling part of human nature has temporarily emerged—whether it symbolizes love, kindness, nobility, reason, or some other kind or multiple brilliance beyond the self...Everyone is different.

When she opened her eyes again, the anxiety left her.

She sat in front of the dressing table, hung the small women's pocket watch on the crystal necklace on her chest, and carefully arranged her hair.

Looking at myself in the mirror for a moment, I suddenly felt a strange and undisguised magical resonance... If I had to describe it, it was a stiff and muddy feeling.

Loria put on a little lipstick unhurriedly, like a girl seriously looking forward to socializing.

She originally only wanted to protect Abigail nearby, but at this moment, she changed her mind.

"get up"

Loria kicked Abigail, who had rolled the quilt in her arms, and said after the latter regained consciousness quickly: "Shut up, follow me."

After waiting for a while, ignoring the shocked gaze of Abigail who quickly put on her shoes, a small ball of magic light appeared in her palm.

Chapter 15 Madness

At the corner of the street, Luria was sitting on a dilapidated bench with her calves crossed, holding the pocket watch hanging on the necklace in one hand and resting her chin in the other, waiting quietly for something.

This used to be a worker's residential area close to the pier, and you could vaguely hear the sound coming from a distance, but there was no one living in the surrounding area——Loria learned from the local newspaper that there was a cholera outbreak in this block a year ago, and someone I took the opportunity to buy this land at a low price and wanted to transform it into a warehouse.

I don't know why the construction has not started for a long time, so the place is deserted, and there are not even half a street lamp.

The doors of the densely packed dilapidated and dilapidated wooden houses are open, and there is no glass on the windows, like hungry ghosts devouring people, eerie and weird.

Abigail, who was standing next to her with a kerosene lamp, was restless. She didn't understand why the lady would wake her up in the middle of the night and forbid her to speak. After they left home, they walked and stopped all the way, crossing half of the city, She even made a detour to the night market to buy a piece of roast beef—it went into her stomach, and then she made a detour to this dilapidated and eerie place.

Abigail, who never had the habit of eating after dark, has survived, perhaps due to excessive satiety, and now she has no desire to ask.

Although the young lady looked different from usual since I talked with her last night, but...maybe magicians are such a mysterious group.

"Abby, find a place to hide yourself."

Luria didn't even change her posture, "Take the lamp away."

She waited for a few minutes after the light source of the kerosene lamp gradually faded before she closed her pocket watch, stood up in the dark, and stretched her waist.

Loria, who was going to listen to the advice of her personal maid to start saving money, ran out to press the road in the middle of the night in order to prevent herself from accidentally blowing up the rented house... She didn't know if the other party had other means to find Abigail Well, let's come together.

Just holding the idea of ​​giving it a try, I kept a fairly long distance along the way, but I didn't expect to follow all the way.

When the slightly undulating light source appeared far away in her line of sight, Loria used her magic power to shatter the weird magic tool that had been emitting weak resonance.

The light source stopped for a moment, then accelerated towards her direction.

Until she vaguely saw a crooked figure carrying a black iron kerosene lamp, Luria, who was hiding in the darkness, suddenly let out a 'ha' and clapped her hands.

The colorful ball of light floated away gently, completely dispelling the surrounding darkness.

A small circle of flames flared around the broken kerosene lamp.

The hunched figure in a black robe suddenly became taller, but his standing body had some unnatural twists.

"I did not frighten you, sir?"

Seeing the obvious terrified expression on the tall man's pale face, Loria smiled sincerely.

"Who are you?"

The expression of the man in the black robe gradually became ferocious. Accompanied by a hoarse voice and the noise of some kind of airflow passing through the pipe, the bloodshot muddy eyes stared at Loria, and said, "You are not what I am looking for. people."

"I'm the one you're looking for."

Loria was very sure that this weird man had seen Abby before, and maybe it was the magic item he had placed for sending messages. After a short pause, she asked, "Can I ask questions?"

"Ask the witch."

The man let out a rough laugh, and stretched out his arm holding the hatchet from the wide sleeve of his robe, "I am a polite gentleman, and I will grant your dying wish."

Loria, however, seemed not to have heard this vulgar threat, and carefully observed the villain in front of her. His body was mixed with the resonance of magic and magic tools, chaotic and very violent. She had never seen a similar resonance. .

Even though the magic was not activated or the magic props were activated, the amplitude of the resonance was very large, so large that Loria could perceive it from a long distance.

But when she saw the white air constantly spraying out from the cuffs and neckline of the black robe, she lost interest in finding out.

When you encounter something you don't understand, just classify it as a mysterious technology.

"Who are you? Why are you following me...or someone else?"

"Me? I am a god, and I have a question for you, witch."

The weird man who claimed to be a god suddenly tore off the black robe on his body. There was a palm-sized metal device covered in blood stained on his chest, with complicated and strange patterns painted around it. The gas cylinder and the metal device, he twisted the valve on the device, the noise and white gas sprayed became more and more intense, he roared: "Where is the black-haired witch I am looking for? Don't talk, wait until I torture you to the point of death Tell me again."

Facing the vicious words that were provocative or venting, Luria didn't show any anger or fear, but just smiled sweeter.

too weak.

She raised her finger slightly, magic force field · shield, magic force field · sound insulation.

The force field is her most proficient form of magic, and it is not difficult to maintain two spells of the same form at the same time.

The oncoming haphazard burst of magic power didn't even blow her hair.

This is a mortal who knows nothing about magic, but can use magic with the help of magic called technology.

Seeing that the invincible attack when hunting the "witch" did not achieve any effect, the incomprehensible phenomenon drove him crazy, the man twisted the valve on his chest again, pus and blood dripped from the edge of the device, he seemed to have suddenly gained an unmatched With the power, he swung his hatchet furiously and rushed towards Loria.

Luria drew out her saber, holding the hilt with her right hand, and grasping the blade with her left hand, making a parrying posture.

The man grinned triumphantly... a tall and strong middle-aged man who used his body as a magic tool to gain enormous power.

In his eyes, how dare a delicate and short girl resist his mighty power with a toy sword, she can't even hold a sword!

Raising the ax with one hand, he slammed down on the girl.

Luria lightly slid half a step to the right. The parry was just a fake move to lure the enemy. When the ax buffered by the magic shield fell against her skirt, she had already adjusted her posture, as if using a short spear With a stabbing action, the blade pierced into the blood-stained metal device.

Too much magic power instantly poured into the device through the long sword. This is a new move that she learned after burning two expensive multipurpose machines.

It is ineffective against ordinary machinery, but it can instantly burn down the universal machine with magic power conversion function.

There was a slight cracking sound, which was immediately overwhelmed by the man's screams.

Although she was able to end the battle by piercing the heart with a sword, Luria agreed with a certain idea of ​​this crazy man--a half-death is the only way to interrogate her.

Waiting patiently for the screams and burnt smell to dissipate, she controlled her magic power to remove the small sound-proof magic.

Amicable.

"Why...you can kill the witch with a light twist...why can you defeat...God?" He knelt on the ground, clutching the damaged unknown machine on his chest, and wailed in pain: " Give me back my strength."

Luo Liya held the sword with one hand and pulled the sword flower to get rid of the non-existent dirt. She smiled teasingly: "Maybe it's because...you met a real witch this time."

Just when she was about to ask why Abby was being targeted, the man kneeling on the ground raised his head and widened his cloudy eyes.

Madness and sin dissipated.

No.16 I recommend enema therapy here

Is this gone?

Luo Liya was a little surprised. This person seemed to be just mentally ill, but he didn't expect to suddenly disappear just now.

The touch from the tip of the sword told her that she didn't miss it, she just destroyed the machine precisely... Maybe it was the way of using her body like a magic tool indiscriminately that made him exhausted already?

She kicked away the magic tool that looked like a compass that rolled down to her feet.

It doesn't matter what the reason is, Loria thought, anyway, she didn't intend to let him go from the beginning.

The weak evil can't hurt her, but it can hurt Abby and the "witch" in his mouth.

This can be regarded as personally adjudicating crimes, right?The procedure that should be followed still needs to be followed.

She suppressed the smile on her face, put her left hand lightly on her chest, and lowered her head slightly.

"I grieve for your lost life, which was equal and precious like all other lives."

"You have paid the price with the most precious thing, and I pronounce the sentence in the name of the goddess... I don't know if I can redeem my sins."