Golden Darkness's Own Opinion

The team moved forward silently and solemnly, and the front end of the team had already reached their final destination.

The solemn and dignified Westminster Abbey appeared at the end of their vision.

Beside the Thames River, the majestic Big Ben made another round, and the four copper bells beside the clock tower swayed and rang out thick and deep bells.

The moisture in the air became more and more dense, and the golden darkness raised its head to look at the sky, and the clouds hovering over it seemed to be pressed down, making people almost suffocate.

"Her name was chosen by me."

This time, it was Sherlock Holmes who took the initiative to accost her.

"Golden Darkness, do you know the meaning of the name 'Lilith'?"

The killer shook his head sincerely.She didn't even understand the meaning of her own name "Eve", and she didn't even know the meaning of her best friend's name "Aria". The name of a human being who thought it would not have any form of intersection with him?

"In Christian culture, 'Lilith' is the name of the devil. 'Lilith' in the Old Testament is Adam's first wife, the witch of the night who betrayed Eden, and Satan's lover .”

"...That father's expression at that time must have been quite exciting, right?"

Even if she is unsophisticated, she knows how important "name" is to a person's life, and she also knows how much trust she has in entrusting her child's naming to that person.

"It's more than just 'wonderful'. At that time, that guy Charles almost jumped at him regardless of his manners." Seemingly amused, Sherlock Holmes smiled faintly, "As a devout Christian However, no matter how unwilling or angry he was, he still held his nose and accepted it because he cared about the face of my bad friend. .”

"That is to say." The golden darkness suddenly swept away the previous indifference and silence, and the raised eyebrows made her eyes sharper than the cold ones, "Did you foresee the situation today?"

The "witch" who betrayed the "god", and the "prince" who rebelled against the "world".

"Did you 'see' at that time, your goddaughter will enter the end of today?"

Merliet Holmes once talked to her about the basic deductive method that their Sherlock Holmes family advocated. Under deductive reasoning, as long as there is enough intelligence and a sophisticated mind capable of handling these complicated information, "reasoning" will be infinitely close to "Precognition".This kind of purely materialistic knowledge may not be correct, but all kinds of clues and phenomena make the golden darkness wonder whether the "legendary" Sherlock Holmes has reached this "omniscient" state.

"...Ah, the bell has stopped."

The ringing of the vast bells around them gradually subsided, and Sherlock Holmes looked into the distance. On the clock tower, the copper bells on all four sides, which were plated with a layer of misty black due to the dim sky, slowly stopped swinging, and gradually Yes, even the last lingering sound has dissipated.

Overwhelmed by the bells, the small and noisy whispers among the crowd slowly began to become clear.

"To be buried."

He doesn't seem to want to mention the issue.

"..." Golden Darkness took a deep look at him, and from his current behavior, she could roughly guess the answer to the question.

"Let's move on."

Not caring about the performance of the golden darkness, Sherlock took the lead, pushed aside the crowd and left the team.Ordinary people probably stopped here, and in the more core areas, it is estimated that even the younger new nobles do not have the right to set foot here.However, these rules and regulations cannot restrain him. After defeating the wise man of the Blue Gang who was barely able to keep up with him not long ago, there is no longer any existence in this world that can stop his footsteps.

Passing through several false cordons, without anyone's knowledge, these two uninvited guests, who would not be welcomed by anyone, lurked in the shadow cast by Westminster Abbey, and gradually approached the Black coffin.

"...give them eternal rest, and shine upon them with eternal light. May the Lord open the gates of heaven for him, and let him return to his homeland: where there is no death, but eternal bliss..."

"...Now, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, we place the ashes here, waiting for the resurrection of the body in the future. Amen..."

Right in front of the coffin, the old man in the clergyman's robe and holding scriptures should be the priest presiding over the funeral.Behind him, a choir of children neatly lined up in three rows, sang the Mass of Christ with their youthful and immature voices.

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The Shadow of the End, Volume 184: Chapter 84 Chapter [-] Funeral ([-])

"Amen."

At the end of the mass, Sherlock Holmes, whose toes touched a dome that ordinary people could not reach, defied the inertia of physics and maintained the balance of his body strangely, echoed the priest's prayer, gesturing Christ on his chest The cross, the quiet and peaceful posture, is like a pious saint.

He lowered his head, as if sincerely mourning the death of his friend's daughter, until the solemn death knell rang again, then he raised his head, and said to the golden darkness who had remained silent since entering the church: "Then , that's the end of my business."

So far, all the fetters and ties established by [Sherlock Holmes], he has used various methods to cut off all by himself.From now on, he is just the head of [I·U] [Sherlock the Scarlet Bullet].

"Next, I will leave, so you don't need to continue to monitor me like this, Miss Golden Darkness."

"...'stop here'?"

The golden darkness murmured out of the shadows, and the black shadows gradually faded from her face with her footsteps, bathed in the transparent and soft light in the church, and didn't care that her actions at the moment might change at any time. Perhaps attracting the attention of the martial detectives guarding below, the unexpectedly bold killer looked down at the black coffin calmly.

"Is your goddaughter going to be forgotten by you like this?"

"...how does that sound?" Sherlock frowned in surprise. Although he hid it deeply, after living for so long, he still listened to the bit of resentment and resentment hidden in Golden Darkness's unwavering tone. came out, "You seem to care about her appearance?"

The golden darkness just stared at him slightly sullenly.

She hates all topics about "abandonment" and "forgetting", because it reminds her of the self who was "betrayed" by her trusting adoptive mother in the past.

"It's weird, it's weird." After a brief moment of astonishment, Sherlock looked at the emotional killer with great interest—he liked everything that could deny his "omniscience", that kind of The feeling of the unknown will make him feel happy, "In my impression, you are not the kind of person who cares about the life and death of a mortal."

"A mortal...?"

The dead person who has been bothering and disturbing her these days, the counselor who cunningly made herself shoulder what she shouldn't have to bear, is actually just a "mortal" in Sherlock's evaluation. This funny contrast made the golden darkness want to laugh.

"Of course." Without the slightest hesitation, Sherlock replied to Golden Darkness's question in an affirmative tone, "Jeanne d'Arc, Tamazamae, and even Petra, under the same position and under the same conditions , if it were any one of these people, it would be better than Lilith."

Although for fledgling counselors, this kind of rough script is enough as their debut work, but this does not prevent Sherlock, who is an extremely strict and cautious wise man, from giving an "unqualified" evaluation.

"One's own life is the counselor's greatest reliance and last bargaining chip. Lilith, who handed over the chips easily, is not even a 'qualified gambler', let alone a 'qualified counselor'."

"The position of 'leader' should not belong to 'mortal bones'. Charles... No, the Prince of Wales is barely qualified for the position based on his prestige accumulated over the years, but she can't."

Sherlock casually glanced down, probably about to be buried, the butchers below were busy lifting the coffin like black worker ants.

"'Fangu' tried desperately to become a 'hero', but in the end he just ruined himself."

The dull thunder rolled among the clouds approaching the dome of the church.

"Still, she's better than the average idiot."

Sherlock's fiery eyes licked the golden darkness like a poisonous snake.

"At least, she has the consciousness to become a truly qualified person, a stepping stone of a true 'hero'."

As if it was a signal, the gray rain torrentially fell along with the thunder that exploded suddenly.

……

……

"...she's a 'hero.'"

If it wasn't for Sherlock's outstanding hearing, Golden Dark's whispers would have been almost drowned out by the sound of raindrops hitting the windows.

She admitted that being a hero does require qualifications, but it is by no means what Sherlock described.one way or another……

"At least she who dares to stand up and take all the responsibilities is definitely not what you call a 'mortal bone'."

"...why do you speak for her?"

Sherlock doesn't want to understand or change the views of the Golden Darkness. He is not interested in having a debate with her about "hero" and "leader" in this place. He cared so much for the person he killed.

"Golden darkness, you should know? The death of human beings is divided into three."

The first time is that the heart stops beating and the brain waves tend to be straight, which is the "death" of "physiology"; To be forgotten, and all traces that have been left in this world disappear together, this is the "death" of "existence".

Progressing three times is the real "death".

"This child, Lilith, what she did is too outrageous in the eyes of the world. After everything is exposed, the British royal family will definitely use all means to cover up this history that can be called a scandal. Due to [Jiazhu Tao]'s backhand, almost all the high-level officials in England know about those dirty and filthy things, and it is absolutely impossible to whitewash them."

Even now, when the deceased had passed away, there was something profound in the eyes of the nobles attending the funeral below.

"So they'll make her 'disappear.'"

In less than a hundred years, less than three generations, the existence of the original princess Lilith Charles Mountbatten Windsor will completely disappear from the history books under the cleansing of the royal family without hesitation.

"Why would you care that someone who is doomed to be forgotten, doomed to 'no longer exist'—"

"At least I'll remember."

Sherlock fell silent.

"Even if everyone forgets, even if all traces are artificially erased, at least I will remember."

The most shocking and loudest sound is the broken sound of the soul.The more noble and stalwart the soul, the brighter and more blazing the light it bursts out when it is broken, and the high temperature at that moment is enough to burn a scorching mark on the heart of a person.

The golden darkness covered his heart.

"Everyone I kill, I will remember."

This is her only tenderness.

If there is no self, what will be the trajectory of those who are killed by themselves?If there is no self, what kind of beauty would those lives taken away by oneself be?

These are not the thoughts and feelings that a long-lived species, let alone a killer, should have.

"...You are unexpectedly kind, you."

Sherlock's tone became a little complicated. Based on the information he had, he originally inferred that the golden darkness was an extremely indifferent existence, but the reality was that her inside was unexpectedly hot. How could she be like this? Associated with the cold profession of "killer"?

"No, not at all." Shaking his head, Golden Darkness seriously rejected Sherlock's statement, "If I was really kind, I wouldn't have killed her."

If she's really kind, she'll be looking for a truly perfect ending instead of following Lilith's script.

The golden darkness withdrew its body looking out, and when Lilith's script was mentioned, her face couldn't help but get a little heavy.To be honest, she had never thought about such a thing as a killer before stepping onto the stage. If she wanted to complete Lilith's commission, she still needed to make a lot of preparations...

"Are you leaving?" Sherlock's voice sounded again, "Aren't you afraid that I will destroy this place after you leave?"

The movement of the golden darkness paused.

"up to you."

What does that have to do with me?

She gave Sherlock a cool look.

She will protect the civilians and those she cares about, and the nobles below belong to neither. Rather, if they all die, it will be more beneficial to her purpose.

"I understand you a little bit." He roughly understood the code of conduct of this contradictory killer, and unexpectedly, it was not as crisp and neat as a killer should have, but full of all kinds of awkwardness, "Then let's go Let's say goodbye, today's meeting is probably the last time we can have such a peaceful conversation between you and me."

He has already prepared the stage, characters, props, and the scripts for the first few acts, but he has not finished writing the ending, but it doesn't matter, it's fun for the actors to write their own destiny.

The next time we meet, it is probably time for everything to come to an end.

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PS1: It is said to be "all kinds of awkwardness", but it is actually Tsundere.

PS2: I am convinced of myself... It is so fascinating that I have to write 2000 words for what I originally planned to write in 6000 words.

PS3: Trading session.

"Naruto Rebirth: The Difficult Obito Sister".

The brief introduction of the work is like this: Brother, if you fall into this Izanami, this reincarnation of fate, you can only become the brother who loves me the most, not that stinky man who calls himself Uchiha Madara!

According to the author of this book, she is a pure heroine... Maybe it should probably be a marriage...

Shadow of the End, Volume 186: Chapter 85 Chapter [-] Quarrel

The golden darkness stood at the door of the conference room, hesitating whether to go in or not.

Even someone as dull as her could easily smell the extremely sinister atmosphere inside.

Just three days after the burial of the late Princess Lilith Charles Mountbatten Windsor at Westminster Abbey, while the public was still mourning for her, the word began to circulate among England's upper classes .

The death of the former first crown prince, Prince of Wales, was not just a simple enemy attack, but a despicable betrayal. It was precisely because of the internal support of the princess who usurped his throne after that,【伊·U】 Only the witches in the world were able to bypass the defense network they had arranged around London so easily, and drifted away after assassinating their leader at the time.

"So, do you have evidence!?"

In the conference room, the furious roar could be heard even through a door of golden darkness.

"Say that Her Highness Lilith is a traitor or something, if you have evidence, show it!"

The one who is speaking now is probably Lilith's diehard loyalist.This roar of completely abandoning image etiquette, if it is not extremely annoyed because it has touched the bottom line of the heart, it is hard to imagine that it came from the mouth of the British people who are famous for their self-discipline and etiquette.

"I've said it many times, and the evidence is on the way. Don't you barbarian even have the most basic ability to 'understand human speech'?"

Similarly, the voice of the person he was fighting against was full of negative emotions such as irritability and viciousness.If you just listen to their conversations and ignore their identities, it's hard to imagine that this is a secret meeting between a small group of people in power at the top of England.

"I know that you gained your current power and status because of the promotion of that traitor. You are so excited to deny such an obvious reality, isn't it because you are worried that you will be implicated?"

"you!"

The more she listened to such conversations, the more sinister and ugly she felt inside. The Golden Darkness didn't even want to set foot indoors, she was afraid that she would be polluted by the filth in her soul.