Golden Darkness's Own Opinion

Personal Opinion of the Golden Darkness Author: Miska10010

Summary:

"Why, why exactly?"

The girl wandering in the labyrinth of time return covered her face and wept.

"Why don't you rely on me more? Why don't you trust me more?"

The witch hovering in the night sky screamed and laughed wantonly, and she could no longer see the quiet and peaceful look of the past from her fallen figure.

This is the karmic wheel of the reciprocating cycle of cause and effect.

This is the sounding horn of condemnation.

This is the end of infinite eternity.

"Please, let me save you."

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Adhering to the concept of Mr. Urobuchi Gen, the warrior of love, Magical Girl Madoka Madoka is in progress.

(Alliance of Doujin Writers)

Volume 1 Gold and Scarlet: Chapter 1 Chapter [-] The First Encounter of Gold and Tao

Today's London, which should be in winter and seems a bit cold, suddenly warmed up for some reason. The warm current that suddenly visited the English Channel without anyone's notice gently echoed on this land, which made people feel sad. With a little bit of complaint, he took off the furs and coats that he had finally put on, cursing the by-products of the high industrial development of the greenhouse, but stretched his body in the warm air with peace of mind, enjoying the rare sight in winter. the warmth.

In an old coffee shop at the end of Oxford Street, a girl in uniform is lazily leaning on a long-backed wicker chair, her long peach-colored hair tied into twin ponytails swaying slightly with the ups and downs of her body, the sunlight outside the window Sprinkled on the girl's pretty face, the girl couldn't help showing a contented expression like a kitten.

In this kind of weather, even she, who is secretly called the ghost of work, can't help indulging in this temporary peace and leisure.Gently pecking at the cappuccino she was holding in her hand, the girl turned her head and said embarrassedly to the old man standing at the counter who was silently wiping the cups.

"Sorry, Uncle Warble, to interrupt your business."

"Where is it, Miss Holmes?"

The old man smiled nonchalantly.

"This is originally a base for you and the young master to rest in your spare time. Even if you have business, your rest is still the first place."

"Warbo, you're saying that again." The girl waved her hand angrily, but she didn't bother to get up from her chair to argue with the old man. It wasn't the first time she got along with the old man. The girl is very familiar with the temper of the old man who is close to her. Although this kind of clear distinction between superiority and inferiority and private friendship makes the girl a little troubled, she still chooses the habit of respecting the old man.

"Speaking of which, miss, have you found a partner that meets your requirements?"

"……No."

Hearing the old man mention this matter, the girl's cute and cute expression instantly collapsed into decadence and frustration.

"There is none in the whole of London! There is not even a single person who is a qualified slave in the huge London martial arts circle! What are you doing, wasting so much of my time, if there is really no, really no, then I will arrest those bastards by myself ! Just me!"

"Do not worry."

While replacing the coffee cup that the girl had finished drinking, the old man refilled it, while patting the girl's head lovingly.

"Miss, there will be a partner who meets your requirements. She or he must exist in this city or a corner of the world, waiting for the honor of "Holmes' partner" to be bestowed on her by the lady, so you can't get discouraged so quickly, miss. , but you have to work harder to find it.”

"[Partner] I don't expect such things for a long time." The girl shook her head bitterly and shook the old man's rough hand, picked up the coffee that the old man refilled, "As long as I find a useful [slave], I will be satisfied --puff!"

The girl who just took a bite turned pale, and the bitterness in her mouth bloomed layer by layer on the taste buds on her tongue. The pure bitter taste of cocoa forced the girl to open her mouth, and her little tongue drooped to absorb the bitter taste soaked into the taste buds. spread.

"Huabo, why is it black coffee!?"

"Hahahaha." Facing the distraught little girl with tears in the corners of his eyes, the old man laughed heartily, even every wrinkle on his face stretched out happily, "You are still something that can't bear the pain." Ah, as expected, you are still the little Aria from before."

"Warbur!"

"Little Aria, only grown-ups can taste the richness of black coffee, but you are just a child who only drinks cappuccino."

Uncle Hua showed a smile, not the kind of smile that a servant would have on the master he served, but a real, gentle smile that belongs to the elders to the juniors.

"So put away that dejected and decadent expression, the current expression is what you should have at your age."

"Perhaps I am not qualified to say this, Uncle Hua..."

"If possible, please rely more on us, on the Watson family."

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Let's move our perspective away from the small theater of the coffee shop and observe this metropolis that has been appearing in front of the world in the image of prosperity since the first industrial revolution.

The Industrial Revolution of the [-]th century injected vigorous vitality into this empire. The mechanical empire running at high speed defeated all its enemies with an unstoppable force. With the rise of Britain's empire on which the sun never sets, London also It has become the city that never sleeps, and until today, London is still the most dazzling pearl in Britain.

However, no matter how fast-growing a city is—no, it should be said that the more highly developed a city is, the more it will exist. The rich occupy most of the resources in society and become richer, while the poor live in an increasingly crowded living space Hugging and sucking the leftovers of the rich "eat".Capital, social status, educational resources, everything, the emptiness of all these forces the offspring of the poor to become poorer, and are forced by increasing pressure to become the most marginal residues of society.

It was also in a small alley at the end of Oxford Street. A few young men with their hair dyed straw-yellow maliciously blocked a young girl in the corner.

Poor young people have been distorted from the correct moral values ​​because of their poverty, and because they did not receive a good education in their early years, they lack the due respect for the law.

So they are ready to trample on these two kinds of laws that the world obeys again.

"Little sister, why did you come to this corner alone?"

"This corner is very dangerous."

"Let big brother give you a ride, okay? But it's not up to you where you go~"

The more outrageous and outspoken language of the young people made passers-by frown occasionally. Looking at the exposed muscles of the young people and the hideous skull tattooed on the muscles, the passers-by hesitated for a while before speeding up their pace to leave.

No one will be easily hurt by strangers.

It is precisely because these young people understand this that they become more and more unscrupulous.

"If you don't speak, big brother will take it as your consent."

The gaze like a poisonous snake greedily licked the girl's white and delicate skin exposed outside the black dress, and one of the young men finally couldn't bear the flame burning in his heart and stretched out his hand to the girl's white shoulders.

"……unclear meaning."

The girl who had been hanging her head down finally spoke the first sentence at this moment.

"……what?"

Raising his head slightly, what caught the eyes of the young people was a delicate face comparable to their delicate skin——

——and that pair of inorganic scarlet pupils.

"The target is judged based on the wavelength and shape of the brain fluctuations. It should belong to the primate species. According to the biological overall planning method of the Milky Way, the scientific name of the target should be [Earth Human]."

The heterogeneity in the girl's words penetrated into the ears of the young people like a piercing cold wind. Even though it was such a warm weather and such a bright sunshine, the young people felt as if they were naked in the extremely cold polar region.

"As a [human] species, but have a reproductive urge for weapons, this desire to be unable to break through [reproductive isolation] is incomprehensible."

"Such senseless behavior should be dismissed as the best course of action in the organization's principles."

"But, as expected, it still doesn't work..."

His emotionless eyes stared at the hands that were frozen in mid-air.

"I hate H."

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When Aria, who was closest to the incident, rushed to the scene after receiving an alarm from passers-by.

"Don't move, you—"

The hell in front of her stopped the awe-inspiring female voice.

Volume 2 Gold and Scarlet: Chapter 2 Target confirm

The gentlemen and ladies of England stood reservedly outside the yellow blockade, undisguised their curiosity and fear, and surrounded the entrance of this small alley. He took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth—even though the sight was blocked by the police officers outside the cordon, he could still see the sticky dark red from the gap between their positions, not to mention the big The pungent smell of blood can be smelled from afar.

The high-frequency roaring siren stopped abruptly on the periphery of the crowd, and the bald sheriff who got off the police car turned sideways and tried to pass through the crowd: "Excuse me, please excuse me."

The sheriff who finally stood beside the blockade wiped the sweat from his forehead, sighed whether it was due to mental or physical fatigue, and asked the police officer stationed at the blockade with a weary look: "Then, What is it this time?"

"This... you'd better go in and have a look yourself." The policeman hesitated for a while, then smiled wryly and turned sideways to make way for the sheriff. "The situation inside is a bit... tragic."

"Is it tragic..." Hearing the description of his subordinates, the sheriff only felt his forehead ache more and more. The last time the case was described as tragic, it caused the whole bureau to work non-stop for several days and was on duty. Only after my colleagues take over the work will I have the opportunity to take a nap.Bending over the cordon, the smell of hell from the pavement made the sheriff frown.

"how is the situation?"

"Sheriff." The coroner who was facing the blood on the ground recorded something straightened up, "The deceased were three people, unemployed and homeless. Judging from the color of the blood on the ground, the time of death was about two hours ago. At the waist, no murder weapon was found at the scene."

"One knife is fatal, really sophisticated."

Looking at the stumps leaning against the ground and the wall, for some reason, the sheriff suddenly thought of a torture that originated in ancient China.

Waist cut.

Shaking his head to get rid of the sudden distractions, the sheriff waved his hand to let the inspectors who were already ready come forward to recover the corpses. These corpses might give them more information in the next autopsy.

"Our people have blocked Oxford Street, but so far no suspicious person has been encountered at the handicap."

"That means the suspect is still around us." The sheriff's eyes scanned the crowd outside the cordon as sharply as a falcon, "Who is the first witness?"

"This..." The coroner smiled wryly for some reason, which made the sheriff a little puzzled.

"it's me."

The small figure crouched next to the corpse and was ignored by the sheriff stood up, her purplish red eyes met the sheriff's gaze, the sheriff patted his smooth forehead, and groaned subconsciously.

"why you……"

"Can't it be me!?" The girl yelled a little furiously, her peachy twin ponytails bouncing up and down with her master's displeasure.

"Where is it, Miss Holmes." No matter how much he didn't want to deal with Butei, the sheriff could only touch his nose to hide the bitterness on his face.

Butei means trouble, and this one in front of him is even more trouble.

Action-oriented, intuitive-oriented, do your hands first and then use your brains, but it happens that you are an S-rank butcher with the first level of strength, and you are also a descendant of the Sherlock Holmes family. Recently, because of something, you have become a work ghost, so fast-paced The rampant style of acting is very troublesome whether as an opponent or as a partner.

"And what have you discovered, Miss Holmes?"

"The suspect should be a woman. Judging from the position and posture of the corpse, these dregs should be standing in this position before they were beheaded."

Kanzaki H. Aria walked through the three places one by one, and then stood frowning in the small corner in the middle surrounded by the three places.

"According to normal human body proportions, this corner can accommodate women whose appearance and stature are above middle and above, and whose figure should... be close to mine."

Aria, who had made a judgment, remembered why these vagrants were murdered, and couldn't help but spit lightly at the corpses being carried away.

"Tsk, Lolicon."

"In that case." The sheriff with his head down pondered for a while, then glanced at the corner again, only to feel a strong sense of fatigue almost overwhelm him, "In other words, the suspect this time is also the same A [monster] in human skin?"

A murderer girl with the power to cut off the waists and spines of three grown men...

The sheriff took a deep look at the peach-haired girl who was still casting a look of undisguised disgust at the corpse.

An assault butei girl with two swords and two guns [Quarter].

"Miss Holmes."

"what?"

Ignoring Aria's surprise, the sheriff solemnly bowed slightly.

"This time I will rely on your strength again."

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"unclear meaning."

Quietly standing on the top of the electric pole, the girl with blond hair and black skirt looked up slightly at the red sphere that was constantly burning in the dusk. The ominous black crow tilted its head and stared at the girl for a while, then patted Finally, the black wing circled around the girl twice before flying to the distant suburbs.

When everyone's attention was drawn to the murder that happened on the other side of the street, no one noticed this girl who behaved strangely.

"According to the judgment of cosmology, this star should be [the sun]. This galaxy is too remote to be ignored by all forces, but it has maintained an uneasy peace in the galaxy war. Why did I come here?"

The girl code-named [Golden Darkness] clearly remembered that the second after the organization assigned her the task of "assassinating King Debeluk", she opened her eyes again, and the girl's place was no longer the indifferent and desolate place of the organization. The interior of the spaceship remains the same, but this star named [Earth].

"I am the secret weapon created by the organization to gain an advantage in the galaxy's hegemony war, and the strongest individual soldier to determine the final galaxy king."

"This, peaceful planet, peaceful galaxy, I can't find the meaning of my existence."

Inorganic eyes cast towards the distant sky, the girl seemed to be able to see the roaring artillery fire, the falling battleship with black smoke, and the soldiers fighting together with their lightsabers raised.War, blood, destruction, that's where she should live.

"so……"

The golden darkness raised its hands towards the sky, clenching its fists as if trying to grab something.