Let’s move forward a little in time.
When Rachel arrogantly said, "I will let them go. As long as you become mine," Ash faced him and also faced the direction of the stage, and saw the boy dancing gracefully on the stage.
The show has come to an end, and humans have defeated monsters.
In their new and beautiful home, people sang and danced to celebrate the hard-earned peace.
On the stage, the extra performers have left, leaving only one person's solo dance.
— something Ash was not supposed to see.
He was now very far away from the stage, and could only see a bright patch of light on the other side of the stage. He could not see what the performers on the stage looked like or what they were doing.
But just as Rachel said this, he saw it clearly. In the center of the stage, a tall boy was dancing, his toes light and cheerful.
The bright moonlight spread over the stage, so rich that it dimmed the original firelight.
The moonlight shone on the dancer's beautiful face, like a kind of loving care. He closed his eyes, showing a simple and soft smile, dancing as if indulging in some dream, his waist was flexible and flexible, and his slender arms stretched out in a graceful arc.
Ash heard the voice as well.
But what I heard was not the moving music played by the pianist nearby, but the sound of nature, of the forest, the sound of the wind, the trees and the grass.
Rustle, rustle——
Brush la la——
Like a green ocean undulating in the wind.
Very fresh and pleasant.
Everything on the stage was magnified and became clear before his eyes, with every detail visible.
He could see the dancer's pale skin, her long silver hair as light as moonlight, her flawless and delicate face, and even her loose sleeves that slid down when she raised her hands, revealing her strong and lean forearms... Every line, every curve, every ups and downs and depressions were so perfect that it made his heart beat fast.
This heart-pounding feeling was placed directly before Ash's eyes.
Ash was stunned for a moment, his heart beating like a drum, but he still remembered who was in front of him, so he tried his best to calm himself and not let his expression reveal it all - he heard the voice, but Rachel didn't react, and he realized some kind of opportunity.
Maybe this is the turning point.
He continued to confront Rachel, asking, "What do you want me to do?"
At the same time, he noticed that the dancer had opened his eyes and was looking towards him.
Those eyes were an ominous dark red, easily reminiscent of dried blood, but it didn't make Ash feel uncomfortable.
The dancer raised her slender fingers and touched her thin lips.
"Shh," he warned Ash.
Then he jumped off the stage lightly.
The audience below the stage, at some point, had become drunk and were lying on the ground, snoring.
Ash was strangely not worried about everyone lying on the ground silently.
Just as he was clearly aware that the dancer who jumped off the stage and walked towards him silently would never hurt innocent people.
——After all, he can dance such light and gentle steps.
Ash continued to follow Rachel's orders, not revealing any information from his expression to his movements, leaving Rachel without any suspicion.
Until the dancer came behind Rachel——
The spurting blood brought this lively and tense night to an end.
Ash blinked away the splattered blood from his eyelashes and stared intently at the young man in front of him.
At that time, I saw a young man dancing gracefully with a simple and soft smile on the stage. When I approached him, I suddenly realized that he was a tall and slender young man with a cold expression and sharp eyebrows.
The boy before and the young man now are two completely different people.
It seems that it was switched along the way.
Or maybe the moonlight was too beautiful, which dazzled him and made him mistake the appearance.
——If it weren't for this unique beautiful appearance, Ash would almost think so.
But there was a voice in my heart telling me that the innocent boy on the stage was this person, and the cold and distant person standing in front of me was also this person.
It's the same person.
Beneath the young man's indifference, there was a green boy hidden, which was inadvertently revealed just now and then seen by him.
He believed so firmly that even though this person's cold gaze made him feel as if he was in an icy cave in the snow, even though the biting coldness around this person made him feel as if he was frozen from body to soul, he could still look at him without blinking, wanting to look at him, willing to look at him, liking to look at him, and daring to look at him.
He is not afraid of him.
——Sigourney realized this.
He looked down at the thin and quiet boy: his face was covered in blood, so that his features could not be seen at all. Only a pair of clear light blue eyes looked at him without blinking.
That gaze was focused, straightforward, and pure, so pure that it seemed to be stripped of human thinking and used only instinct—just like a hungry beast staring at its prey.
...No, it must be an illusion.
Sigourney met the boy's eyes and slowly confirmed that he was just an ordinary kid who was calmer and more rational than most people.
As he thought this, he subconsciously ignored the creepy sense of crisis and heart palpitations as if his throat was being strangled when he faced the young man.
"Who are you?" he heard the boy ask.
It was a rather stubborn and persistent way of asking, with a tone that showed that the person really, really wanted an answer.
But why should I tell you?
Sigourney raised his eyebrows and turned away indifferently. His goal had been achieved and it was time to leave this land that made him feel uncomfortable all over.
Leaving?
...Are you leaving?
Ash watched the young man turn and leave, and subconsciously took a step forward.
After taking a step forward, he finally reacted and was stunned by his body which moved faster than his thoughts.
My feet, on their own initiative, just followed.
Ash blinked, his cheeks feeling a little hot for some reason.
I was a little surprised. He thought naively, he was just a stranger whom he met for the first time, mysterious, unknown, and able to kill people easily - but why did he want to rush up and grab his clothes, asking him to stay, to stay in Duogu Village? He wanted to tell him...
Tell him...
Ash opened his mouth and felt his throat blocked by countless words he wanted to say, but when he carefully thought about what he wanted to say, he had no clear answer.
Finally, seeing the figure getting farther and farther away and gradually disappearing into the darkness, he panicked. Finally, under the sense of urgency of "If I don't speak now, there will be no chance for him to hear me", he took a deep breath and shouted at the loudest volume in his life: "I am Ash Alwin, thank you for saving us!"
——I will definitely repay you...I will definitely meet you again.
The belief vaguely emerging in the mind was not even noticed by the person involved at this time.
"It's too early to say thank you." A gentle old man's voice floated over from afar, "This is not the end."
"Make preparations early, young man blessed by the stars. Thank you for guiding us to this place. We have fulfilled our wish, and in exchange, we will also give you a kind warning." The voice consoled, but the words it said were sharp and frightening, "The River of Elements is about to dry up, and your peace will soon be shattered."
Ash's eyes widened in astonishment. He remembered that the voice belonged to the old man who had originally announced the performance of the Starry Sky Theater.
He looked in the direction of the stage and found that in just a short moment, the colorful lights, the high stage, the round tent... all disappeared without a trace. Under the moonlight and starlight, there was nothing on the flat grass.
As if he was suddenly awakened, he took a few steps forward and looked in the direction the young man left. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect or he really saw it - an old man in a star robe and a young man in a gorgeous dance costume, walking calmly into the depths of the night.
Everything became quiet, and the hustle and bustle seemed like a thing of the last century.
Ash stood there blankly, feeling lost as if he was in a dream.
The cool night wind blew across his cheeks, and the blood plasma dried on his face and became sticky. He raised his sleeve to wipe his face uncomfortably, and finally came to his senses, no longer thinking about this bizarre night, no longer pursuing the root of the mystery, and no longer delving into the kind warnings from the old man.
He quickly walked over to Aubrey and Shayana who were already lying on the ground, and carefully checked to confirm, and found that the two had fallen asleep. The way Aubrey called out "Shayana"'s name while sleeping made him couldn't help but smile a little.
"Aubrey, wake up!" he whispered.
Aubrey opened his eyes dazedly, but ignored Ash's bloody face. "Huh? Why did I fall asleep here?" He muttered and waved at Ash. "Forget it, I'm so sleepy... I... huh, let me sleep a little longer."
He fell asleep again.
Ash called Shanna again, and the same thing happened.
Even the people on the grass were lying on the ground, hugging their bellies and sleeping soundly, their expressions were as if they had seen a beautiful dream, fragrant and sweet. He tried to wake up Uncle Derek, but only got a fan that disturbed his sweet dream, and then Derek turned over and fell asleep again.
Ash, who was caught red-handed, was stunned for a moment, let out a long breath, and started to get busy in the cool night.
He brought quilts and clothes from home to cover the weak people in the village, such as Aunt Donna. As for the vigorous men like Derek, he simply ignored them.
Summer nights are perfect for camping outdoors.
Rachel's body was no longer there. Ash thought that the old man or the young man had used... um... maybe magic? They had used magic to make the body disappear, just like they had made the entire troupe disappear out of thin air.
He cleaned up the bloodstained land and then cleaned himself up.
It was almost dawn.
Ash was tired and sleepy, and didn't think about how to explain to everyone tomorrow morning that he had slept on the ground. He climbed up to the high ground, but didn't go into the wooden house. He just sat on the ground, leaning against the stone tower, and fell asleep.
There were familiar streams of light in his dreams, but tonight he felt that these streams of light were like moonlight and starlight, bright, silvery, brilliant, and shining. In the dazzling streams of light, he once again saw the young man on the stage, dancing softly and movingly with a cold and distant look.
Move and rotate gracefully.
Circle after circle, swaying in his dreams.
The author has something to say: Ash·The acting emperor first saw the clue·Alvin: I found a good-looking little brother (/ω＼)
Mysterious old man (holding his forehead): Young man, your filter is too thick.
Sigourney's opponents (horrified): Boy, you must be blind!
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