Ineverhadsomebody
I never owned anyone
So I don't know how to love
So I don’t know how to love
——Quoted from -How to Love (feat. Sofia Reyes)
-1-
Mr. P understood very early on that Miss M was the unconventional and unpredictable factor among ten thousand deductions, and was the only unexpected factor that he needed to be wary of.
Now that I think about it, he should have carved this principle into a stone tablet, welded it to the door of his office, and forced his boss to read it aloud every day.
It would be fine if she messed up other plans or deductions, but now—
In the church, he fell to the ground and watched numbly as the thing he had prepared so well slipped out of his hand.
He had waited countless hours, planned countless hours, laid the groundwork countless hours, even putting his own emotions into it... and finally had what he wanted ready for this moment.
The key to escaping the prison is the only possibility of unlocking the three shackles.
Mr. P watched helplessly as it slipped out of his hand, making a crackling sound as it fell all the way, and finally crashed heavily onto the stage.
With a "click".
-2-
Crisp, sudden, and unexpected.
...It didn't break apart in the place he had planned, nor at the time he had planned...
Mr. P had to close his eyes and open them again.
He turned his head and looked behind him. The boss who had just made the explosive declaration in an extremely exaggerated voice was running towards him aggressively. She was staring with her eyes wide open and her lips pursed, like a cat aiming at a can of super luxurious caviar.
Mr. P looked back at her and made no attempt to get up from the ground or to wave.
He had no expression on his face.
Sure enough, there is a reason why office romances are generally not encouraged in the human world.
If he didn't have extremely unprofessional feelings for his boss... he wouldn't have fallen to the ground after hearing an outrageous declaration of first love... and directly broke the key he had prepared... Tsk.
-3-
After all, who was her "first love that she loved so much in her life"?
Since there is such an outrageous guy whom I have never seen before, you should not have agreed to play any inexplicable love game with me from the beginning.
You said you weren't interested in either man or woman, you said you were a love idiot who wouldn't be able to open up for hundreds of years, you said you only had your sister in your heart and had no love nerves, what kind of magical superman popped out from another dimension so powerful that he could become your "first love"...
…It would be fine if it existed, but why did you have to choose this time to shout it out super loudly behind my ear…
Tsk.
-4-
That's outrageous.
As expected, falling in love will lower your IQ. It is best not to fall in love, especially office romance.
He should resign...
The boss's excited face approached, and the subordinate thought indifferently, she might be planning to drag me over and hold a family and friends seminar with W on "How to Conquer Your First Love".
...Yeah, yeah, he did wish to remain friends, so it wasn't surprising that he ended up being part of the group of friends and family who offered advice...
Mr. P wanted to sigh, but held it back.
Mr. P wanted to scold her, but he held back.
Mr. P felt like crying, but he held it back.
As Miss M was about to excitedly step into the church and pull him away, more than a thousand thoughts flashed through Mr. P's mind.
-5-
In the end, he just rubbed his brow and said, "This is work time. Please take some responsibility for the consequences."
-6-
The next moment, the shattered objects beneath the stage suddenly exploded with an incredibly powerful energy. Cyan and red light shone brilliantly, and a massive red and blue light cross rose from the church, expanding instantly to encompass the entire Eternal Life Prison and even everything in the Eternal Life Society of the Second World.
The eagerness to try still remained on Miss M's face, but it was mostly replaced by astonishment.
-7-
Mr. P sighed for the first time.
He repeated again: "Please take responsibility..."
The tail of the sigh disappeared in the majestic light.
The Red Lake rolled and swallowed everything.
-8-
—Parsifal suddenly opened his eyes.
He breathed heavily, as if he had just woken up from a forced coma, and his fingers couldn't help but clutch the white robe on his body tightly.
Huh?
He tugged at his fingers in confusion, but only felt very rough fabric.
It's not a simple and well-made white robe, but...
-9-
"Brother. It's time for breakfast."
There was a light sound outside the cage, and a child in a white dress came in, holding a tray and squatting gently in front of him.
The organ looked at him, the calmness in his eyes was so pale that it even seemed a little dull.
"Good morning. Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Parsifal: “…”
Parsifal moved his lips: "Brother..."
"Don't call me that," he said, as he had always done in response to that name. "You won't remember. Eat the bread."
-10-
Parsifal looked at him, and all his memories came flooding back at once, like a red lake at rising tide.
The prison of eternal life, the eternal prisoner, his only brother, the only one who extended a hand to protect him in despair and fear.
He had seen him fall so many times—so many deaths—in this monastery, in this little church, beneath the sea cliffs beyond those wrought-iron gates—
His younger brother.
A monster that can infinitely reverse the world.
He... He always swore that he would never forget...
I cannot promise “no fear”, “no hatred” or “no escape”, but I thought I could do it.
In the end, he accomplished nothing.
-11-
Parsifal's tears and memories came flooding back.
He said, "Brother..."
"In our last bet, I lost everything to you—my memories, my body, my human identity—but you still couldn't succeed?"
Organ—Mr. P looked at him, the calmness on his face gradually replaced by fatigue.
"I don't know."
He opened the cage door, came in with a tray, put bread and milk on his knees, and patted his back which was heaving from crying.
Because of this comfort, Parsifal cried even harder.
Mr. P—the organ sighed softly, the second time he had sighed since he opened his eyes.
Hopefully for the last time, he didn't like sighing.
This time it really is... all the plans and all the predictions... but it just happens to be at the last step... Alas.
-12-
Parsifal didn't understand the confusion in his heart and he couldn't stop crying.
...The organ tilted its head, silently examining Parsifal's weeping face. It should have been the exact same face as his own.
But she is beautiful when she cries.
She is really beautiful. Even though her appearance remains that of a child, you can already see her sunny, handsome and bright charm.
Even with red and swollen eyes, the bright and moist blue is still captivating.
It was a perfect color that would never remind M of blood and ugliness.
-13-
The organ reviewed its own tears.
There is nothing uglier than red eyes from crying, and nothing more stupid than a guy who only has his reason to rely on losing his mind.
Not to mention the warden, even he himself despises him.
...Completely different from the brother crying right now.
It is indeed different.
"My brother became very popular with girls when he grew up."
He suddenly laughed. "After the bet is over, you can regain your human identity and start growing up again. I'm sure many people will cherish you, brother."
Parsifal was stunned: "...What?"
"I'm saying that brothers are the type that deserve to be loved."
The organ pondered, "Brother's face and body are truly attractive. So attractive that it might even cause you distress... Ah, yes, you're still human after all, and you're subject to hormones. So, you won't be distressed, how lucky."
No human male would dislike a night where deep desires mingled with frivolous fondness, especially when the object was such an attractive girl.
It was a pity that he could never become a human male... He could never like that kind of night.
Parsifal was a little confused.
"What's so attractive? You...you made a bet with me, winning my human identity, my life span, my life experiences...and in the end, this is the conclusion you came to?"
-14-
...Such a conclusion?
What kind of conclusion?
The organ is also a bit confused.
-15-
This original world, which originally imprisoned him, witnessed his "birth", and became the origin of the eternal prison.
If the eternal life is the outermost wrapping paper, the chocolate coating is the twin world of the system world, and the crispy crust under the chocolate coating is the eternal life prison itself—
This world full of tulips, where he had returned countless times for fun, was the tiny core at the center.
Because the Gray Banshee transformed here and also died here.
Because the organ opens its eyes here and closes its eyes here.
Because countless children and countless deaths are also buried here...
-16-
Also, the things that hold the [prisoners] and control the other two-thirds of the authority are right here.
-17-
A [Prisoner] who can grant any wish, can travel back in time for the sake of "boring" reasons, cannot be killed, and has never experienced life.
What could possibly hold such a powerful being captive and sentence him to eternity?
It is [Tulip], [Hymn] and [Love].
These are the shackles on his body that are divided into three parts.
These are the [shackles], [handcuffs] and [collar] that actually lock him up.
-18-
It cannot be broken by escaping from prison, and it cannot be freed by dying multiple times.
So, he had never thought about [prison escape] before.
That's a fairy tale.
Every tulip here is the fruit of sin that the Organ has planted with his own hands, and the death that the Organ has witnessed with his own eyes.
Every hymn here was composed, played and sung by the organist himself, dedicated to the deaths he had witnessed.
As for Love...
This one-third position was once vacant, which was irrelevant. After all, no one could defeat the organ with love. He was killed countless times by his only brother, but he never wavered.
Besides, the handcuffs and leg irons can already lock him up tightly.
Until the Black Banshee made a wish, the organ distorted the world and created the pitiful and hateful consequence of the warden.
Only then did the collar around his neck have an owner.
-19-
The Black Banshee made the wish out of her [cherishing] for her sister, the organ distorted the world out of her [love] for her, and the warden, the undead, was born out of [love].
Pure or dirty, twisted or hateful, low-level or messy, desire or possession...it is always [love].
Love is complicated. This thing that cannot be simply defined and understood is destined to be impossible for the organ to understand - that is what the prison and the organ itself thought at the time.
So the warden was chosen by the Eternal Life Prison and took over the organ's collar.
-20-
The shackles are divided into three layers, which also represent three levels of management authority, each held by three different things. As long as the prisoner exists for one day, the shackles divided into three parts will never break.
After the position of [Love] was completely filled, the prisoner, whose strength was weakened, could no longer struggle.
He had no intention of struggling to escape. Someone who had been serving a prison sentence since birth had no concept of freedom, just like a pianist who had spent his entire life playing on ships at sea.
The pianist just wanted to sink with the ship, and the organ just wanted to stay in prison, repeating its own death endlessly, planting flowers and playing the piano.
Even if the tulips and the hymns themselves were what locked him up.
-twenty one-
But time is rolling, and the infinite backflow has distorted too much, and the countless wishes he fulfilled also brought miracles.
Parsifal describes the outside world to him, and the ability to grant wishes attracts the Black Siren.
They all exist outside of prison.
The organ helplessly began to desire freedom.
Of course, as soon as the idea came to his mind, he consciously put this wish on the dusty shelf.
Locked here with three strong shackles, he had no way of escaping.
-twenty two-
However, these three shackles are like a string of rings——
One + one + one, just attack the middle one and the whole line will be broken.
After the warden arrived at the Eternal Life Prison and Love's collar was officially grasped, Organ finally discovered this.
-twenty three-
The dead soul died of unrequited love and unfulfilled desire.
That undead is one third, the weakest link, and is... the "origin" that most needs to be conquered.
Organ's indulgence, listening, concession and showing weakness to the warden were all carefully planned.
Extreme pity, extreme contempt... madness, hatred... He observed him, plotted against him...
Play with him too.
Ultimately destroying him.
Using an absurd love drama that is very similar yet very different.
-twenty four-
One-sided admiration, persistent pursuit, the other party's ruthless departure, countless heartbreaking abandonments...
The layers of routine designed by the organ based on [emotion], [hatred], and [abandonment], these tortuous and exhausting waves...
This is the organ's perfectly designed "restoration" of all the love experiences that the warden has expressed.
Everything he designed and interpreted was based on the warden's love.
Because the organ knew that the warden would always be watching him and everything.
He knew that this extremely similar yet extremely different development would drive him crazy, like a pair of identical yet extremely different twins.
In the end, the warden was completely provoked by this very similar yet very different drama, lost all vigilance, and out of selfish motives, tortured and killed the organ again and again...
The organ was no longer the [weird inhuman], [the guy at the bottom], [the prisoner who the prison had warned not to approach] in his mind.
The organ became the warden's "puppy" that he always thought about and talked about.
-25-
"Poor little dog", "Damn little dog", "ugly little dog with red eyes", "broken little dog that can only bark and cry" -
The organ controls the warden's jealousy, hatred, pity, and even all his emotional ups and downs.
Thus the organ obtained the key to destroy the undead.
By destroying the "love" that killed him and became the root of this undead, the warden was left with only a broken and chaotic soul.
All his hatred and desire were vented on the organ, and there was no other paranoid power.
It looks extremely powerful, but it is already a string that is about to break.
The organ slowly made him stronger, more conceited, more arrogant—slowly stretched the string—
In the end, with a "bang", the warden was completely eliminated with just a casual swing of the sickle.
He doesn't even need to make another move, just push the hollowed-out useless piece to that position.
-26-
He was already very familiar with this method. You know, the last person who liked to talk about "ugly puppy" was the Gray Banshee.
He could still recall the sticky feeling of her fingers pinching his cheek, and the malicious intent with which she had touched him with her lips and then ordered him to die.
So later the organ broke each of her fingers, until she no longer dared to use her strength to restore them. Then he smiled and motioned for her to open her mouth, and with a glove he pressed over her teeth, cutting open her lips little by little along the line.
-27-
Organ never liked being a puppy.
So he always enjoys destroying those who try to get a hold of his collar.
-28-
and……
As the warden cares more about his prisoners, he moves further away from the position of an indifferent guard.
The collar in his hand was weakened again and again by the prison.
The Eternal Life Prison and the warden jointly monitor the absurd love performed by the organ, and both the Eternal Life Prison and the warden are deceived by him.
Because the organ is a monster that doesn't understand love and is overly honest, no one thinks it can perform anything false.
Love is the collar around his neck, and just as he performed, it can completely fool his reason and emotions.
The warden gradually fell into the vortex of jealousy and arrogance, and the prison gradually withdrew its control over "love".
-29-
There's no need to waste energy locking up an extra love-licker, right?
-30-
But the organ was never their dog.
Even if he didn't understand love, even if he really played himself into it, even if he really cried so miserably...
He will also choose to resign and leave after his pursuit fails.
He has never been one to be humble.
What attracts M is not the sticky innocence, nor the love that is always expressed, but a crazy, calm, gentle and simple heart.
In her opinion, her subordinates like her the most in the world - and the only people in the world who will not be easily swayed by her.
She couldn't scare him, couldn't drive him crazy, couldn't deceive him, and even if she killed him, she would only get a slightly happy smile.
"Thank you for giving me this death, your singing is so beautiful," he said as he lowered his head to gather the petals she had scattered, and the headphones that slid onto his neck poked the golden hair at the back of his neck.
That's why he seemed so charming and tempting. If she only put a small hook on him and hooked his finger, she would be willing to run over and take a bite, no matter the cost.
-31-
He is the most special and sexy guy.
-32-
——Of course, the organ’s self-awareness in this regard is far from enough.
It was also too late for him to truly understand love.
Even now, I still feel a little guilty - after all, this absurd game took advantage of M and let her down.
Even if it's a frivolous liking, it's still liking.
Even if this absurd and frivolous love really worked, it helped him remove the third shackles and broke through the weakest link in the middle.
But that was also because the person the warden was deeply infatuated with happened to be M, and M was his friend, who happened to be willing to play such a game.
It took so many coincidences to give him the courage to formulate such a crazy and absurd jailbreak plan.
...M is my friend.
-33-
He had clearly discovered at that time that the warden was a twisted and evil guy, and that desire was above all else in his love. If he could control his desire, he could control the warden's love, thereby weakening the essence of his soul.
He clearly discovered at that time that the warden's desire was M.
...but instead of protecting her, he decided to use her to escape from prison.
Regardless of whether M agrees or knows about it, [exploitation] is an unchangeable fact.
Even if she said, "Since you are honest with me, it means cooperation"...
-34-
He used her to escape from prison, framed her as part of his plan, and took advantage of her amnesia to become her subordinate, attempting to continue pursuing her and become one of her most important people.
...He used her to gain freedom, and used her to write love songs.
This is true.
So, if you choose to use her from the beginning, you will lose the chance of being truly liked by her.
...and had to bear the consequences now. This was all a plan of exploitation and design. As long as M made an unexpected move, he would...
-35-
[I want to pursue the person I like the most for the first time in my life! ! ! ]
……well.
It’s better to stay for a while and help out.
I owe this friend so much, and it's my duty as her friends and family to give advice to this love fool of hers.
Who made him treat his friends so badly that he risked everything to escape prison...
-36-
It’s normal to lose all the bets now.
-37-
The organist let go of all calculations.
He sat in the cage, looking at Parsifal's tear-stained face, and after a while, he just raised his hand.
He wiped away his tears, a bit like wiping away the tearful image of himself in the mirror.
Parsifal was stunned for a moment, then gave a blank and ugly smile.
...It turns out that having your tears wiped away while you're crying can actually make you smile.
"So did you win? Did you escape successfully? The bet between you and me—"
-38-
Ah, yes, in order to perform that love game and to destroy the collar around his neck, he made a special bet with his brother.
... Organ has been able to contact his brother all the time, because this root world of the Eternal Prison is really special. After his strength gradually recovered, he could have passed through the entrance in his cell and used the power of another dimension to return here and repeat the reverse flow drama.
He had kept this trick up his sleeve before he was completely broken. Although he never thought he would have a chance to escape from prison, out of his desire to plant flowers and play the piano, he left a gap in his cell.
Besides, his brother could only live in the root world. Even if the organ would deliberately let him escape from the monastery every time it backflowed, Parsifal would have to endure the chaos in that world when he grew up - that world was too closed and had been turned into a filthy mess by the Gray Banshee, and it was completely hopeless.
Therefore, Parsifal, who was born in that world, could not go to the ordinary world and live an ordinary life.
-39-
It would be better to cooperate with him.
[Please let me live for you once, and I will fulfill your wish]. Having said this, the organ took the initiative to kill Parsifal for the first time in the infinite backflow.
Pull him out of the root world and turn him into an undead staying in the Eternal Life Society.
...They are twins who reflect each other. If one of them leaves, there will always be another one to take the place of the one imprisoned.
The warden might rashly promise him decades of exercise, but he wouldn't be so kind as to offer the organ a way to leave the prison.
He is a thing that was never born, and unless he takes over Parsifal's human identity, he can go nowhere.
If he didn't exchange places with Parsifal and temporarily take on the role and trajectory of an ordinary human, which world would allow the intervention of "The Prisoner"?
Everyone would be afraid of being a prisoner who can completely change himself from the root and turn himself back into a prisoner.
-40-
When you think about it this way, he really is just a stray dog.
There is no place for "prisoners" in any world, so you can only stay in prison.
-41-
"have no idea."
The organ tilted its head back and sat in the cage side by side with Parsifal, somewhat nonchalantly.
He said softly, "I am no longer able to interfere with the outcome of that bet."
Remove the third shackle, destroy the joint surveillance of the warden and the Eternal Life Prison, and completely sever the middle link...
Originally, the remaining two shackles were intended to take advantage of the prison's weakest moment after M's riot, to put together the vigorous energy that had been accumulated for a long time, and then go down from the chapel directly to the root of the world.
Yes, there is also the energy he has accumulated.
——It is all the energy that the warden has been preparing for for who knows how long, specifically to [kill the Banshee].
Whether it was the disrupted energy of the school building, the giant pupils opening on the ground, the energy of the bloody worlds at the beginning of EN, the entire world destroyed by the spread of the Black Death, the couple's bus that was swallowed and transformed, the deceived players, the purchasing director T who was bewitched by the Eternal Life Society to change sides, the female ghost, the orc, or the symphony of death -
All the energy that the Eternal Life Society had appropriated under the banner of "Kill the Banshee" was accumulated in the hands of the Organist.
-42-
After all, the president of the Eternal Life Society is a useless chess piece that is destined to be drained by him, so all the power collected by this useless chess piece is of course what the Organ Design chess piece will take away and then return to his own hands.
Otherwise, why did he teach him from the very beginning how to suppress evil spirits and how to be a prison warden, slowly feeding all the powerful power into his mouth, making him think that he would be the eternal ruler?
-43-
Of course, the organ did not interfere with any of the plans of the Eternal Life Society, nor did it deliberately guide the warden's actions. The crimes of the evil spirits of the Eternal Life Society had nothing to do with the clean maintenance employee P.
When the Eternal Life Society was expanding wildly, Organ had no memory of it and was just concentrating on playing the role of a pure and innocent dog licker.
So, he just... naturally... threw away the chess piece and took away anything useful from the chess piece.
-44-
Moreover, every gambling invitation given by the organ means a price that cannot be waived.
As an undead who only guards one-third of the authority, the warden has no right to fulfill the bet of "untying the collar around your neck".
Then, the first moment he loses the bet - the bet that cannot be fulfilled will backfire and take away all his strength.
With or without the casually swung scythe, the warden would be completely wiped out.
As for the extra energy after his death...it's basic principle to make the best use of it.
The warden is an excellent chess piece. The energy he has collected throughout his life with the intention of using it to "kill the Banshee" has been very well valued by the organ, and he is very fond of it.
It just so happened that he lacked a detonator that could completely penetrate all the worlds and cause the prison to completely collapse.
-45-
Very reasonable and extremely natural.
-46-
The organ predicts the location, the timing, and the right energy.
Although he was able to arrive a little earlier in the end—because his memories were gradually returning, and because M's vomiting had made him really not want to let the warden run wild again—
But that little advance time can be made up by the operation to rescue W. After sending W out of the cell, it will still be the right time.
As a result, he had enough energy to walk into the church when the third shackles were completely broken and the prison was at its weakest. He sat in front of the organ that had left energy behind before it was broken, and directly ignited the detonation medium that penetrated all levels of the world.
The outer shell, middle layer, and core of the Eternal Life Prison collapsed together, and the remaining two broken shackles were all crushed, thus gaining freedom.
-47-
But his boss suddenly appeared out of nowhere, rushed over and yelled that sentence.
...His mind went blank and he fell down. He threw the extremely explosive energy in his hand out. The thing hit the edge of the stage with a "crack" sound, and at an inappropriate time and in an inappropriate place, it caused an inappropriate series of explosions.
All of Organ's escape plans came to an end. He was directly thrown back to the origin world by the explosion, and a lot of his strength was damaged. He could no longer maintain his adult form in a short period of time.
He could only stay here like the puppy tied by the Gray Banshee's chain a long, long time ago, bear all her twisted deaths for her, admit all her crimes, and serve his sentence silently at the huge cost of backlash.
Now all I have to do is wait for the Eternal Prison to react and re-reinforce the chains, then throw myself back into the cell and choose a new undead to reinforce the third lock.
Um.
……Um.
-48-
So why on earth did the boss declare his first love during his working hours?
So why did he fall down in shock because of that weird declaration of first love even though he was about to be free?
-49-
The organ now goes from hope to despair, from despair to sadness, from sadness to despair, and then to no emotion.
...What kind of feelings are you talking about! What kind of love is this! As expected, love is the most detrimental thing to your intelligence and the most disruptive thing to your plans!
-50-
Parsifal poked him in the shoulder.
"It's not that we can't help it," he said dryly. "After all, some damage was done to the prison... but it wasn't the complete collapse we had originally planned..."
Organ: "Guess how long it will take to recover if it doesn't completely collapse instantly."
Parsifal: "...Brother, would you like some bread?"
Organ: "No need. It's okay for me to starve to death. You eat it."
Parsifal: “…”
-51-
He opened his mouth and closed it again, realizing that "I don't mind starving to death" was the absolute truth and there was no way to refute it.
I feel like there's nothing more to say.
It's also very embarrassing to face my twin brother whom I haven't seen for a long time and whom I have completely forgotten his identity. During this period, you killed me once and I killed you countless times.
Parsifal had no choice but to lower his head and bite the bread.
-52-
The next second, without looking back, Organ reached out and supported his fallen brother.
"So, once again, please get some good sleep."
-53-
Even if it is so weak that it cannot even maintain its adult form, adding some sleeping effect to the bread will still give it some strength.
I'm probably going to lose the bet with my brother, and "escaping from prison" is really a joke...
Then, according to the promised bet, he had to send his brother out of this root world before the Eternal Life Prison was fully restored.
-54-
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
One of them has to escape.
Just like he did every time he went back in time...
-55-
The organist picked up Parsifal, opened the cage door, and walked out of the room.
Figures were standing in the corridor. One of them stood directly opposite the door, his face dark blue and his eyes without pupils.
Relative to the size of the two children, these figures were very tall.
Especially when they all raised the tongs, chains or sticks in their hands.
But the organist raised his head calmly: "I will come back to prepare the accompaniment for the next program. I just want to send my brother away. You know, he is useless. He refuses to wear a skirt and can't play the piano or dance."
The figures - the teachers of this monastery once nodded silently and put down the "teaching aids".
-56-
In fact, it just looks intimidating.
The organ, carrying Parsifal on its back, walked through these figures expressionlessly: in the infinite reversal of the world, he had slaughtered them infinitely.
These guys have now lost their "life" and are just following the fixed fate of the source world, repeating what they did when they were alive - notifying him to prepare for the next show, watching over the children so that they don't leave the monastery, and training the children in dancing and singing -
But those countless children who came in droves have all died, and the teachers can only perform puppet shows with their dilated pupils.
The organ didn't want to pay attention.
-57-
He walked out of the corridor and into the courtyard carrying Parsifal on his back.
There were endless pure white tulips blooming in the courtyard, and endless children in white dresses sitting there.
They looked up at the organ.
Those faces were covered with cigar burns, iron and stone branding, finger prints, and many eyes had lost their beautiful vitality, and mouths were sewn shut that loved to scream and laugh - if someone were to peek at their lower bodies beneath their white skirts, there would surely be even more hideous and twisted marks -
But soothed by the constant flow of floral mud and hymns, these faces were peaceful.
Endless, endless, endless numbers of dead children, all together beneath the flowers, calmly looking up at the organ.
Like students sitting in rows waiting for the teacher to speak.
-58-
After all, the organ knows every face here, remembers every name, and when watering the flowers, he will think of every corpse with different death appearances and every disgusting and twisted cause of death.
So the children under the flowers were happy to wait for the organ to speak first, and unlike the teachers in the corridor, they didn't seem to be aggressive at all.
"Just a moment please."
The organ spoke, its tone much gentler than before, "I am only going to see my brother off. I will be back soon to feed you, and I will continue to sing hymns and play the organ whose sound can be heard in the courtyard. I am sorry I have been away for so long, but I probably won't leave again."
Countless children shook their heads gently and disappeared under the flowers one by one.
-59-
The organ played through the endless sea of white tulips in the courtyard and opened the two huge black iron gates of the monastery.
He passed by the blood-stained carriages beside the door: the "adults" inside had been devoured by the children in countless backflows, leaving not even a bone, let alone posing a threat to him.
So he continued to walk out, carrying Parsifal on his back, at a steady pace.
Outside the monastery is a narrow mountain road that makes a sharp turn at a cliff and leads to the prosperous and peaceful town at the foot of the mountain.
And below the cliff is a deep valley.
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