"Okay, I won't tease you anymore," the blue-green-eyed boy put away his bright smile that looked like it deserved a beating. The look on his face instantly made Ursula feel very familiar. "Come with me. Tower of Babel."
The golden vertical pupils on the tentacle blinked, revealing a bit of confusion.
Why did she feel that this person knew her abilities very clearly? Otherwise, why would he say something like "Come in with me" to the tentacle at this moment?
——He clearly already knew that she could transform into black mist and appear where her tentacles appeared.
"Of course I know your abilities. In fact, there is nothing I don't know about you."
The boy with blue-green eyes seemed to understand how to use mind reading better than Ursula. He smiled and said, "Don't underestimate the Crest Family."
Ursula looked at him suspiciously, and finally appeared in front of the boy through her ability.
When Ursula's true form appeared before him, the strange feeling in her heart became even more obvious - because she could not hear the boy's inner voice at all.
But...can an AI have a voice?
If there really is one, can she capture it?
Ursula, who knew nothing about this, was completely at a loss.
At this time, the young man seemed to have lost his ability to read minds, and did not go to answer Ursula's doubts. He just smiled and led the way, letting Ursula follow him and once again walked into the tower that almost reached the sky.
"Where are you taking me?" Ursula asked warily. "Also, why are you acting like the owner of this place?"
"I thought you already knew the answer to this question. I am an AI created by the previous head of the Crest family. Of course, I can come and go freely in the prison."
"No, if that's the case, you should just be a steward or an assistant like Ben, and not be assigned a No. 0 and put in a prisoner's position."
The black-haired boy stopped.
He tilted his head slightly and looked at Ursula, who was half a step behind him. Half of her face was shrouded in shadow. The deep blue made Ursula's heart skip a beat for some reason. She couldn't help but compare it with other blue eyes in her memory.
She heard the black-haired boy drawl out his voice, and chuckle with a hint of amusement: "It seems you are not that stupid..."
"Then... I can rest assured..."
He held the last sentence between his lips and teeth, suppressing it so that no one could hear it.
In just a moment, the boy put on his impeccable smile again, and said nonchalantly as if he had just picked an excuse at random: "Of course it's because I'm not as obedient as Ben. Otherwise, what you would see would be a me who is hiding something just like Ben."
"You want to help us? Why? Aren't you afraid of offending the warden?"
Ursula asked urgently, staring at him closely.
But only she knew what kind of anxiety and expectation lay behind this rare tension.
"Offended the warden?"
The boy with blue-green eyes lowered his eyelashes, put the words into his mouth to savor them carefully, and then a chuckle escaped from his lips, but there was no emotion in the words he said, just as light as a white cloud floating in the sky.
"...How do you know that the warden is happy about this deep down in his heart?"
He changed the subject, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at the black-haired girl with a half-smile: "Could it be that in your eyes, the Lord César Crest you know is a holy father who is willing to sacrifice everything for himself and is willing to follow the established path since birth?"
"I……"
Ursula was stunned for a moment.
In her heart, Caesar is of course always the best.
He was kind, compassionate, and tolerant, and would never have any prejudice against her because of her inhuman appearance and terrifying form. But the Caesar she saw was calm, rational, ruthless, and did things flawlessly. Sometimes, he would even have some harmless little bad thoughts towards his friends in front of them, which was particularly contrasting and hidden childish.
What is he thinking in his heart?
"A person is not black and white, Ursula." No. 0 said, "So I give him a chance, and give you a chance."
He stopped.
They had reached the tower of Babel.
This tower is exceptionally tall, so you can see exceptionally far away. You can see the entire Eastwood at a glance, and even the sea in the distance.
The sound of the wind whistled in Ursula's ears. She saw the boy's hair was blown up by the wind, revealing a pair of delicate and cold eyebrows hidden under the hair. And those eyes that made her feel extremely familiar, at this time, looked at another Jedi besides the Dead Sea with exceptional calmness.
"The Northern Wilderness Ice Territory and the Della Dead Sea are known as the two places that humans cannot set foot on. According to legend, there is an abandoned temple there."
Ursula suddenly raised her eyes and looked where the boy was looking.
The Northern Wasteland Ice Realm was much farther from Eastwood, at least farther than the Dead Sea of Della. But when Ursula looked in that direction from the tower, she seemed to still be able to see the endless frost and feel the piercing cold that could not be dispelled.
She remembered the prophecy she had read in the wordless book.
"That shrine..." The girl pursed her lips slightly: "That's where Caesar will go in the end, right?"
The boy remained silent.
He stood in front of Ursula, with his head slightly tilted. It was difficult for Ursula to see his expression. She could only hear him saying in a joking tone:
"Or we can word it differently - that will also be your last chance."
Ursula remained silent, clenching her knuckles.
"Very good—I have said all I wanted to say."
The boy concluded happily.
Then his speech slowed down.
"The day that Xiazo Freeman's imprisonment ended was the day that the warden left the prison for the Shrine."
"I... can't show up for too long. You knew of my existence because Freeman revealed it to you, and you ignored my words or something like that—"
"But I still have a piece of advice for you."
The black-haired boy turned around and looked at her with a smile. His blue-green mechanical eyes were completely darkened because of the backlight. He had a deep and unfathomable smile in his eyes, and a calmness as if he had seen everything.
“Time is the most uncontrollable thing.”
"If one day you are really forced into a desperate situation, at least, please always remember this sentence."
…
Ursula sat alone in her cell thinking all night.
I still don't know what No. 0 is talking about.
Ursula: “…”
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Forget it, maybe it was just a prophecy from somewhere. If it hadn’t happened, she might never know what the other party was hinting at.
But since he said it was advice, it must be well-intentioned. Even if it doesn't actually help, it will probably help ease the mood, right? After all, it's something to "remember when you're cornered."
...forced into a desperate situation.
The black-haired girl huddled up and buried her head in her arms.
She didn't want to be pushed into a desperate situation by her best friend at all.
How nice it would be if she could go back to the days in prison... Even though the material conditions at that time could even be said to be poor, she was very happy.
Even when you are sad, just thinking about it can warm your whole body up.
…
Ben had clearly hinted that the day Xia Zuo was released from the prison was the day they should leave Eastwood. So they took this opportunity to follow Xizel directly to the Northern Wasteland Ice Territory, which was too smooth.
Although they still had some doubts about Zero's words, there was no need for the other party to lie to them about this matter. After all, when the time came, they only needed to let Xia Zuo know the whereabouts of the warden and they would know the answer.
She wanted to find an opportunity to inform Xia Zuo not to try to sense the warden's location for the next few days and to conserve her energy so that she could continue to track the warden on the day she left Eastwood.
After making up her mind, she quietly extended her tentacles towards the prison cell.
…
"You're back."
Ben stood in an inconspicuous shadow, bowing slightly to the black-haired boy who opened the door, as if he was addressing the real master of this prison.
The blue-green-eyed boy who had just said, "I'm just a prisoner, a creation of the previous head of the Crest family," and always had a smile on his face, now had a completely dull expression, as if he was an exquisite puppet without a clockwork expression.
At this moment, he was very similar to the warden of the past.
The black-haired boy turned his head to look at Ban and said to him calmly, "You can start preparing to enter the Shrine."
And Ban did not ask too many questions about the black-haired boy's previous actions, nor did he think about anything he shouldn't think about. As a loyal servant of the Crest family, he only needed to obey the orders of this generation's master.
Whatever Cesar Crest wanted to do, he would never question it.
So he responded respectfully and began to compile a list of necessary items for the warden's outing.
After all, the legendary temple in the Northern Wilderness Ice Territory certainly cannot be entered casually. Even if ordinary people go there, they may not be able to find where the temple is.
——Of course, those ordinary people might die earlier on the outskirts of the Northern Wilderness Ice Territory.
As an agent family, the Crest family naturally has the means to find the shrine, open the door and enter the interior of the shrine.
"When do you plan to leave?"
Ban asked as he made plans for his young master.
The black-haired boy casually opened a book and leaned against the window to read it in the natural light. He answered very casually and decided casually:
"Let's choose the day before Freeman is released from the cell."
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