Chapter 397: Do it until dawn

In the shadow of eternal falling, Ya Ge Silvia, the Black Saint opposite to the White Saint - two years ago, the girl had forgotten the name, and she had a dream that had been forgotten.

A dream that is both long and short.

Because it happened in autumn, it cannot be called a wet dream.

This is the sequel to that dream.

In short, in the last autumn night before the arrival of the Glorious Era, in the latter part of the Chaos Era, she invited a young man to a game for two days, and she dreamed of the aftermath of that game.

At that time, the drizzling autumn rain was hitting the leaves of the sycamore tree outside the window.

A thin layer of white autumn frost had formed in front of the window frame. The autumn night was very cold and the weather was very bad, but Miss Yagosylvia felt it was still warm. First, there was a warm fireplace in the bedroom, second, she had just closed the window, and third, she was now hiding in the quilt, and her hands and feet, which were prone to catching cold, were curled up in a warm place, so she didn't feel cold.

"Then I'm not cold, huh?"

The boy's emotionless voice came to my ears. He said coldly, "I finally managed to warm myself up."

The young man sighed and said, "If your hands and feet are cold, you can't get into bed. This is basic courtesy."

"This is because you asked me to get out of bed and close the window." The girl turned her head to look at him, "So you have to be responsible and keep me warm."

"Because I won the bet, I have to admit defeat." The boy said expressionlessly, "You are a maid and I am the master, so it is only natural for me to ask you to close the window."

"You like role-playing games?" The girl nodded thoughtfully, "Then wait a minute."

Before the boy could deny it, he saw the girl throw back the quilt and get out of bed, her bare feet clacking on the floor, as lightly as a black cat wading through water. She went to the cloakroom in the inner room, and soon the rustling sound of clothes could be heard from inside.

The wind was blowing outside the window, and after a while, the girl came out of the cloakroom.

The originally thin spinning nightgown was replaced by a black and white Lolita miniskirt, which was made of the same thin spinning fabric and fit closely to the girl's snow-white skin. The hem of the skirt was decorated with flower-like fluff, and the evening breeze slightly revealed some of her delicate legs.

Still not wearing any extra shoes or socks, just a layer of white silk leg rings on her thighs. She stepped barefoot on the blanket, lightly lifted the hem of her skirt, imitated a perfect maid's salute, and said with a smile: "How is it?"

She tilted her head and smiled at the boy. The firelight from the fireplace cast a dusk blush on the girl's face. Even the autumn rain outside the window was willing to stop raining for this.

Moist mist came out of the girl's thin lips. "My master?"

"Not bad." The boy nodded and rejected the request for a game. "I finally got a warm bed, but you made it cold again. You sleep on the sofa tonight. I'm tired."

"I still have to prepare for the coronation ceremony tomorrow."

He said with a tired look on his face.

"You look tired." She looked at him. "Why?"

"No reason." The boy turned his head away, "I'm just sleepy."

The autumn rain was getting colder, the windows were whistling, maybe because there was no charcoal, even the fire in the fireplace went out, and the bedroom slowly fell into shadows. The world became cold.

——"Then let me ask it in a different way."

The girl looked into the boy's eyes and asked softly:

"This is the nth time you have resurrected me this year?"

The boy stopped talking.

【Glorious Judgment】

[First generation]

[Holy Magic]

[Magic effect: Angels judge the good and evil of the souls of all living beings. If the result is passed, the souls of the dead can be resurrected.]

[The sea gave up the dead who were in it, and Death and Hades gave up the dead who were in them. They were judged each one according to their works.]

This is the true reason why the boy, the First Glorious Judgment, created the sacred magic.

Why did he, the Bishop of Chaos, create a brilliant magic? This is the truth that runs through 30,000 years of history!

He did not do this to revive all living things or save the chaotic era. All he did was to revive a girl. But in the face of a destined death, divine magic was nothing and could only delay it.

All he can save are those whom fate allows to be saved.

The first death of Yagosilvia was two years ago.

It was from then on that the boy began to study radiant magic.

The first resurrection delayed the death of Yagosilvia by one month, at which time he used the second Glorious Judgment on Miss Yago. The second time delayed it by half a month.

After the Glorious Judgment is resurrected, all memories will be the same as before. Even the resurrected person will not be able to sense that she was dead.

So the young man used the Glorious Judgment to maintain their daily life, pushing back the destined death day by day. Death after death, resurrection after death, and the interval between death became shorter and shorter, from one month to half a month, to a week, to a day. Fate was gradually tightening its noose.

Bit by bit, strangling the throat of the tiny creature.

As the girl finished her words, the entire bedroom fell into a long silence.

——"This is the nth time you have resurrected me this year?"

It's not that the young man didn't want to answer this question. In fact, he didn't know how many times this had happened. At the beginning, he could still count, one, two, three times. But as the pace of death became faster and faster, the time intervals became shorter and shorter, and he no longer kept count. Maybe it was hundreds of times, maybe thousands of times. Every month, every week, every day, every hour, he was using the Glorious Judgment.

Redeemed again and again,

Die again and again.

Using divine magic without restraint, far beyond the limits of any living being.

This is a miracle that no one has ever been able to accomplish. Since the creation of magic, no sorcerer has ever achieved this miracle in these tens of thousands of years.

Time and again, he snatched himself back from destined death, salvaged souls from the long river of life, rose and fell, experienced nirvana again and again, and experienced glorious trials and tests again and again.

The difficulty of salvaging the soul from the long river of life is much greater than diving into the long river of life - Anzu had gone through countless nirvanas in his previous life.

And his originally dark pupils faded again and again under the brilliant sacred magic, and were washed by the river water of the source, and gradually he could see the truth of the source.

This is the birth of the first generation of [Pure White Eyes].

".How did you notice that?" The boy did not directly answer the girl's question, but asked back.

The Black Saint stared at the boy. Her amber-clear eyes moved slightly. After a while, she pursed her lips and said, "Because you look too tired and weak all day long. You have reached your limit now."

"How did you know that?" The young man raised his eyebrows.

The boy was indeed very tired. In fact, both his body and soul had reached their limits, and they were exhausted from the inside out. The amount of magic power required for divine magic was staggering, and even demigods could not withstand such consumption. The daily overload of magic power had already broken his magic circuit.

"We've been living together for half a year, and you haven't made a move on me?"

The maid frowned slightly, and she quickly took a few steps forward. Their cheeks were instantly close, and their moist breaths almost blended together. She said in a calm tone, "I have a fever like this."

".It's really despicable." The boy sighed, "I live with you to monitor your condition."

The maid stared at the boy, her amber eyes clearly reflecting his slightly pale face.

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"Fool, I already knew that I was destined to die."

She was silent for a while, sitting beside the boy's pillow, curling up her snow-white legs, stepping barefoot on the bed, her hands gently wrapped around him, her head lowered, the shadow of the parasol tree by the window swaying casually, after a while she whispered: "I just pretended not to know, I just survived in this world, spending my daily life day after day."

"I am a coward and selfish, right?"

The girl's voice trembled slightly. She turned her head away, and her expression could not be seen in the shadow.

"Too cowardly to leave, too selfish to die."

"Because in the world after death, there will no longer be autumn rain and sycamore trees, rime and fireplaces, windows and quilts, starry skies and nights, and you and me."

Outside, the autumn rain sways the parasol trees, the rime is covered with white frost, the fireplace is stained with scattered sparks, and the windows are rustling in the cold wind, but the quilt is warm, the stars and the night slowly say goodbye before dawn, and I lean against you, and I don’t feel cold anymore.

"But tonight, I felt it. I had to muster up the courage to leave."

"I can already hear destiny knocking on my door."

After a while, she raised her head and gave the boy a bright but faint smile.

"We are all stones on a set track. I can no longer hold you back, and I can no longer survive by relying on you."

"It's okay. My magic circuit has reached its limit." The young man raised his eyes and looked at her. "And when I become the ruler of the Kingdom of Heaven, I will be able to mobilize the magic power of the Kingdom of Heaven."

"So this is the real reason why you want to become the 'Kingdom Ruler'?"

The Black Saint looked at the boy, she shook her head slowly and said softly, "Fool, that's useless. I'm actually satisfied after living this long."

"If you continue to be involved with me, fate will swallow you up as well."

The height of a fountain cannot exceed its source, and the authority of the ruler of heaven cannot exceed the kingdom of destiny itself.

It is not enough to just be a gatekeeper for God.

She was destined to die in the chaotic times.

"Don't be so sentimental, girl." The young man rolled his eyes and said in a thorny tone, "I'm just inventing new magic and using you as a guinea pig for experiments. Whether you live or die is none of my business."

"If you stop using 'Glorious Judgment', when will the next death come?" asked the maid.

".Six hours later." The young man fell silent. After a while, he whispered, "Probably at dawn, you will be taken away by fate."

The Black Saint - perhaps she should be called the maid lady, stared at the boy with her clear eyes, and she tilted her head and smiled.

"In that case, let's embrace each other until dawn. This is my last wish."

"My dear young master, I will leave after dawn."

"Give me all your warmth, so that I will no longer be timid and afraid of the long night of fate."

"We will embrace each other until the autumn rain stops, the leaves of the sycamore trees fall, the snow-white rime turns into water, and the firewood in the fireplace burns to ashes. When the warm white glow of dawn spreads on the window frames, the night will bid farewell to the stars. My dear young master, let us embrace each other until then."

The soft hands clasped the boy's chest, and their moist and slightly rapid breathing intertwined with each other.

"Until the break of dawn."

The boy saw the swaying autumn rain, the rustling parasol trees, the snow-white rime and the warm fireplace, and the starry sky that accompanied the night before dawn.

When the stars fill the night, even when dawn is approaching, the scenery before your eyes is still so beautiful.

"And the rest of the day and eighteen hours."

The girl whispered in his ear: "If there is a chance in the future, I will ask for it back from you."

The moist mist from the thin lips turned into a thin frost at dawn, slowly melting in the golden morning light and gradually disappearing.

At the first dawn of the Glorious Era, Yage Silvia left at dawn and, in the end, lost her own name.

Thirty thousand years later, the last long night of the Glorious Era.

"Enya Morningstar."

"That's your name."

From the shadows, the nameless girl opened her eyes. She faintly saw the light shining through the shadows, illuminating the eternal night of thirty thousand years.

——"The girl who shared my destiny."

(End of this chapter)