blended into the group and gave up the farthest place.
I do not belong to reality,
nor to the netherworld. I am
A wish between wishes,
a light between lights.*
—
Backlund, a dull afternoon without sunshine or wind. In the dark room, two black figures were stealthily facing a bucket of turbid liquid of unknown composition. The girl tried to operate it with a stirring stick, while muttering: "Stir counterclockwise seven times, then stir clockwise once..."
Good fellow, you are here to play the half-blood prince, right? Klein's mouth twitched.
"If I change to the path of the generalist, can I remember the formula of the fat man's happy water?" Pallas Stuart, who failed to prepare the cola puree for the 101st time, said thoughtfully, "At most, I will be half crazy..." It's not that I haven't been crazy before. I used to be unlucky enough to be burdened with two paths with different essences...
"Don't be impulsive!" Klein advised, "Perhaps we can look for it in the collected Roselle diary... Isn't the emperor a universalist!" What am I talking about! Klein covered his face. Why did he feel that he was getting more and more outrageous. Obviously, he wouldn't die if he didn't drink the fat otaku happy water!
In fact, you can directly grab a few cups from the historical projection, but that depends on your upgrade speed... Pallas thought, but she couldn't say it, otherwise it would seem that she knew too much, and she would immediately become the escaped star angel of the domineering true god.
By the way, how did Klein, who hadn't been exposed yet and hadn't created a nickname "The World" to join the Tarot Club, know about Roselle's diary? This story starts with a certain outspoken Star Angel...
On an ordinary evening, the two of them sat in the living room to rest after dinner. Klein was reading a copy of the Backlund Daily, while Pallas secretly ran to the cabinet nearby to get some wine while Klein was not paying attention.
The wine was placed too high, and Pallas could not reach it even if he stood on tiptoe. His fingertips slid weakly over the bottle. How could this be! The Lord really favored boys over girls. Even the crow was 180cm tall, but why was his body only 165cm tall?
If only she could use the faceless man's ability, she would definitely turn herself into a 2-meter-tall giant to look down at Adam. Not only that, she would also have to be taller than Badhair and Ormir, even if she had to turn into a noodle man...
She was thinking aimlessly, wondering whether to secretly fantasize about a bottle, or "the red wine suddenly fell from the shelf and landed steadily in my hands, which was very reasonable," when Klein suddenly appeared behind her and took the bottle of wine for her.
"But minors should not drink it." Klein said as he poured only a thin layer of wine into the glass.
"I was already 24 years old before I traveled through time, and I was a student!" Pallas took the wine glass and drank it all. Well, actually she has lived for thousands of years since she could remember, but she can disguise it with the spitting sentence from Roselle's mind... But what does this sentence mean? Were all humans in the old days students at the age of 24?
When Klein heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably. Who taught her this?
The golden dragon seemed very satisfied after drinking the wine. Pallas stretched his limbs and sat slumped without any image, while casually saying:
"Oh, by the way, the note in ancient Hermetic language you gave me last time seemed to be the name of a hidden being. After I read it, I was pulled into a mysterious space. They seemed to be a strange organization called Tarot Club..."
Before she finished speaking, Klein covered her mouth alertly. Pallas looked at him with a pair of eyes that were exposed in confusion. Klein felt the cold and soft touch of the girl's lips, and quickly let go of her hand. He coughed uncomfortably and said, "I have also participated in investigating several cases involving mysterious organizations before. Such organizations generally do not want their members to casually reveal their existence."
In other words, traitors should just keep their tails between their legs! Speaking out will only cause trouble.
Pallas asked in confusion: "Is this something that cannot be said? Yes, I have already said it, so I will continue. The leader of this organization is a great being who calls himself the Fool..."
Klein: I see. You are the outlaw of the extraordinary world, right?
He felt that it was time for him to put the matter of creating a small account and joining the Tarot Club on the agenda, otherwise he would not be able to control all these twists and turns.
"I heard you changed your honorific name?" The war angel came over to ask. He had just finished a kingdom war, and there were old bloodstains on his black armor.
The blonde girl pushed Him away with some disdain, fiddling with the pendant on her chest, and responded with her usual indifferent attitude: "Yes, the clone I used to form a marriage alliance with Tudor now only has the ability of Sequence 3. It may be some kind of rejection reaction during the adjustment period with the new body. Anyway, I can't use my previous honorific name at the moment. I can hear you calling my previous name, but I can't guarantee that I can respond."
Ah, my strength has been irreversibly weakened to this extent. The girl sighed softly.
"Is Hei Ye not going to return your original form to you this time? You are such a complete failure. I thought you would be better than Little Crow. After all, you have been more flexible than him since you were a child. How come you are the one who is in the worst situation now?"
Medici said this in a mocking tone, while roughly pulling off the veil that covered her chest, exposing the girl's pale and delicate face to the golden air of midsummer. "That guy Alistair has been asking you to dress like this? Doesn't He want others to see your face? Don't be too outrageous."
"I don't know. As for Heiye, it depends on his mood. After all, I have never understood his thoughts. The fact that I woke up again has made him feel out of control... He didn't kill me again just for my father's sake." The blonde girl had known him since she first met him. In her impression, Amanisis had a peaceful face, a soft voice, just the right words, and an overly gentle attitude towards the Star Angel...
Athena thought of the first time she saw Amanesis in the kingdom of the Lord. As a dragon and a shining star angel, the gods of the ancient sun god always thought that she was born with a love for gems and gold. Since her father could not see the obvious preference and was difficult to please, they secretly gave her many exquisite ornaments.
When Amanisis first saw her, she was half transformed into a mythical creature, with a golden necklace hanging on the horns of her head as a veil, dressed up as an Egyptian woman from the bedtime picture book her father gave her. She passed by a clear lake and seemed to be amused by her own reflection in the lake, her golden tail swinging back and forth happily, like a big dog.
At this moment, she saw the shadow of Amanesis in the reflection of the lake. She appeared gracefully and quietly behind Athena.
Seeing that she had noticed her, Hei Ye bowed gracefully to her. She smiled at the Lord's little daughter and said, "It turns out that children like to dress up as princesses with all kinds of props around them." Eh? Really? The young Star Angel tilted her head and asked, "Do they also have so many boring people who give them useless accessories?"
Children of nobles might have it. Night smiled and reached out to touch the top of her soft golden hair. Children who didn't have it would cover their heads with sheets and clothes.
Like this? The Star Angel lifted her white linen robe and put it over her head, exposing her young, slender body to the summer air. Born as a mythical creature, she didn't know what shame was. Hei Ye couldn't help laughing, and pulled her clothes off and put them away, saying that girls shouldn't do this in front of strangers.
"Father said the same thing!" Star Angel looked at the night with bright eyes and thought: "Before, Amon and I were both shirtless and chasing each other in the garden, but father only took me to put on clothes...Father is so partial!"
She complained unhappily, snapping her fingers and muttering:
"Father has always favored Amon. The bedtime stories he told Amon were very heartwarming, but the ones he told me were very scary. There were stories about how if I didn't tell a thousand and one stories, I would be killed by the king, and how the star child couldn't find his biological parents and suffered a lot. In the end, although he became the king, he died soon after... Moreover, I was the only one who had to learn a language I couldn't understand, like this, drrrrrrr"
She performed the tongue-twisting trick for the night in front of her, and made Him laugh again.
The Star Angel lay in the soft embrace of the Night, and spent a quiet afternoon with her. She learned that the Night's name was Amanesis. She repeated the name on her tongue several times.
"Your name is so beautiful." She said enviously. My name is very ordinary. It was given to me by my father. It is called "Athena", but it is still much better than Amon's name! In that sleepy afternoon, the night sang her a strange lullaby with a soft voice. It was a language she had never heard before.
The night is very similar to his father. They both taught him languages that did not exist in this world and told him some magical stories that did not exist in this world. They did not seem to care that he had discovered some secrets. The Lord never told Amon these things.
It took Star Angel a long time to understand that perhaps it was because, in their plan, she would one day fall into a deep sleep and disappear forever. Before that, giving her some sweet hope that did not belong to this era was just like giving a terminally ill child a piece of candy, nothing more.
"Hey, so what's your current Sequence 3 name? It's definitely not as nice as the previous one. After all, the previous one was given to you by the Lord himself…" Medici was still nagging in her ear.
"Oh, I didn't care. When I found out, they had already changed it to this." The girl picked up the feather pen on the table and wrote something in ancient Feysac language on the notebook she carried with her, and threw it to Medici beside her. The war angel took it and saw that it said:
"The writer of eternity and the endless starry sky,
the creator of chaotic dreams,
the vortex of doom and distortion,
the follower of the angel of time"
After reading this stitched-together honorific name, the War Angel's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably, and his expression became very strange: "It's fine if Dark Night and Little Crow come to join in the fun, but why did the Big Snake also get involved! When did he become so boring..."
"I think this might not have been done by Him, but the crow didn't want to be too obvious, so it added this ambiguous sentence in the middle. But this thing can actually locate me! I'm so surprised." Athena smiled happily, snatched the paper from Medici's hand, and threw it into the gap in space.
"Isn't it obvious, little crow... you are a follower of an angel!" This is already a provocation, Medici thought.
"But speaking of this, hasn't the honorific name of Ouroboros been changed to the follower of the true creator? Same here." The blonde girl took the veil back and put it on, tore two holes in the gauze, and began to make faces, causing Medici to wonder if her brain had degenerated into a juvenile state after she woke up from the war of gods.
"How can that be the same as the little crow? He is just deliberately playing a trick on you. Be alert, hey, didn't you never suffer any loss from Him before? Why are you so weak now?"
Athena leaned back against the cold black chair, looking up at the huge and curly summer clouds moving with the wind, like a castle in the sky. She remembered the strange fairy tales her father and the night had told her when she was a child, smiled slightly, and murmured in a self-deprecating voice: "Yes, I am too weak now. Maybe I will be even weaker in the future. The weaker I am by fate, the less I can resist the storm of fate. This seems to have become a prophecy of mine."
In that goat song twisted with revelry and infatuation,
you are the only one who never cries.
Never, never,
never. Is your body just an empty shell?
—
"According to rumors, Alistair Tudor once fanatically believed in an existence similar to an ancient god?" Russell Gustav, who was studying the history of the Fourth Epoch, said thoughtfully, "However, the information related to the Fourth Epoch that I have collected so far does not seem very reliable... I can only piece together some superficial information. That period of history was destroyed too seriously by humans. These true gods do not understand the morality of us humans at all. We, the people of the Great Celestial Empire, will not arbitrarily change or destroy the history books of the previous dynasty..."
On the lower seat to his left, a blonde woman sat there gracefully. She wore a black wide-brimmed soft hat, with a black veil hanging down in front of her to cover her chest, and only her pale skin and thin face could be seen vaguely. She took a sip of the tea in her hand. Although she was dressed as a standard widow, she gave people an atmosphere of innocence, like a child whose mind was not yet mature. She answered the conversation carelessly, but the information contained in every sentence was like a heavy bomb.
"He believes in the third son of the ancient sun god, a golden dragon of fantasy with an unusually small body." Athena said nonsense carelessly. Night once told her that if you tell someone 70% of the truth and 30% of the fabrication, they will easily believe it.
"That ancient sun god actually had three children?" Russell Gustav was so surprised that he almost choked on his tea: "So far, I have only heard of Ya..." He suddenly felt that his voice was transferred away out of thin air.
"Hush." Athena raised a pale, slender finger. "Don't say His name. He will hear it."
I know, I just forgot for a moment... How come this Adam is like Voldemort! Russell made the same complaint as Klein hundreds of years later.
Roselle Gustav first met this mysterious lady at a diplomatic banquet. She was wearing a long black dress, and her golden hair shone brilliantly under the crystal chandelier. After just one look, Roselle judged from the pressure she exuded that her status was not inferior to his. Why did a demigod or angel who had never been heard of suddenly appear in Intis? She must have some special purpose. But he later discovered that the mystery of her was far beyond his imagination.
One evening, after finishing a day's work, Roselle walked out of the government office like a 996 office worker, exhausted, with heavy steps, complaining in his heart why he had to work hard after crossing. He passed by the long tree-lined avenue, and had no time to pay attention to everything around him, but was shocked by the unreasonable scene that suddenly appeared in front of him. This mysterious lady...? No, from the appearance, she is a teenage girl. She is sitting on the top of a tall tree, with her hands behind her, her head tilted back and sleeping, with twelve pairs of angel wings spread out behind her. It seems that she noticed Roselle's sight, she woke up suddenly, retracted her wings, and then fell to the grass with a bang in a hurry. A notebook with a cover inlaid with various gems, which was exaggerated to the point of being tasteless, fell out of her arms.
Roselle: ...? Am I hallucinating because of too much work pressure?
Originally, she just wanted to air the wings her father gave her on the tallest tree nearby... Unexpectedly, she fell asleep and accidentally lifted her psychological invisibility. Ahhhh, help! Athena complained loudly in her heart. After the Third Age, only she and Ouroboros were still using these exaggerated wings. Although these wings were useless and could not even fly, they were toys given by her father after all, so Athena still wanted to take them out and air them from time to time - although she didn't intend to show them to others.
Is this an angel from the Gate Path? Could it be... a descendant of the Abraham family? Otherwise, there are already many barriers around this area with seals, unless she was teleported in directly... No, didn't I suspect that she was related to Tudor before... Her origins are already a mess! The strange angel is so terrifying. Roselle guessed secretly in his heart. Next time, I should add a seal of the arbitrator's path: Teleportation is prohibited here. No, why am I thinking further and further! At this time, the wind was blowing hard, and Roselle came back to his senses, and ended up with a pile of papers covering his face.
Athena was holding the notebook with missing pages in a daze. I am so unlucky today. Where is the lucky buff Ouro gave me? She wanted to transfer the pile of papers back to herself, but she found that Roselle was holding one of them with a complicated expression, staring blankly. No, why did he have such an expression after peeking at other people's diaries? I don't think I wrote anything. I just made up rumors about Amon and Medici, Solomon and Alistair, Alistair and Medici, Medici and Ouroboros... What, haven't you seen the writer before? Amanis once said that many famous masterpieces in the past were about homosexuality. This Roselle is just lame and doesn't understand art at all...
"This...you...English..." After a long time, so long that Athena thought she should use physical attack to get back the remains of her diary, Russell finally spoke with difficulty: "You...can speak English? You are..." The word "fellow countryman" was stuck in his throat, and he didn't dare to say it.
Athena: "???" She suddenly remembered that she had used one of the two strange languages that Amanisis had taught her for a part of her diary because she thought it was interesting. She had always guessed that it was the language of the ancient gods of the Second Age that had long been lost... But in fact, she had guessed a long time ago that Dark Night and her father had the same secret. Some of their unique insights, the strange stories they told, the strange language they taught her, and the lost literature and poetry all made people feel that there was a huge commonality. Where did this subtle commonality come from? She had a vague and bold hypothesis, but there was no way to verify it. After all, she couldn't ask them.
"English..." She repeated the unfamiliar word in a low voice. She tentatively said a sentence in the language her father taught her. Roselle, who was already a high-sequence generalist, knew that it was Russian.
Athena pondered the matter. Things seemed to be getting interesting. She remembered that night, the god had given her a broken dream and told her to go to the north. He said, go to the north, and you will escape death for a short time.
From the angel fellow who called herself Pal*, Roselle learned that she came from the mysterious Fourth Epoch, and that she had some slight memory loss when she traveled here, and she didn't remember which country she came from, nor did she remember her original name. But she remembered some things from the past, some literature and poetry, and could speak three languages from the past, which made it even more difficult to guess which country she came from.
"My fellow countryman, you can speak so many languages. Could it be that you were a noble before you traveled through time? Or maybe you were a language student..." Russell analyzed, stroking his chin. It's a pity that you don't know Chinese, so you're probably not from China. He didn't have much experience communicating with foreigners before he traveled through time.
"She should be a language student. I don't have much experience as a noble. In the Fourth Epoch, I had enough trouble learning etiquette." Having said that, the blonde girl's posture was still impeccable, as if it had become a habit. Capitalism turns people into ghosts... Roselle complained.
She didn't say clearly at first what family she came from in the Fourth Epoch, but she was able to become an angel in that era of chaos among the gods, and successfully survived, so her status should not be low. The most likely possibility is that she came from Abraham, right? Roselle saw her show the authority of the "Gate" several times. Could it be that she was a noble girl from the Abraham family and married someone from the Tudor family?
She did tell him a lot of secrets about the Fourth Epoch. "In exchange, you have to teach me the language of your country and some things about your past life." She explained that it might be because she was a language student and had a great interest in learning different languages. "Maybe you died too early in your previous life? I didn't have the chance to learn Chinese, which is a pity." Russell didn't ask about her past life because he thought it was to recover her lost memories. And she didn't ask too much, she just sat there and thought a lot of the time. *
In the Solomon Empire, Adam briefly worked as a psychotherapist for the Duke of Entropy. Athena was very dissatisfied with this because she herself had always had mental problems and had often been on the verge of losing control since the Second Age. It was just that she rarely went crazy. It should be said that most of the time she looked crazy so that no one noticed when she really went crazy. "Everyone agrees that my mental state is much better than Amon, oh no, my father! Including Medici." She said to Bethel proudly. The elegant Duke's expression remained calm, and only the slightly twitching corners of his mouth betrayed his speechlessness. I don't know what she was proud of... The reason why he was still sitting here listening to her strange words was because Athena had imagined a copy of the precious gems given to her by the gods in the Third Age for him. But later Bethel discovered that this so-called "Duke Amon's little daughter" had no sense of boundaries. For some reason, she believed that she was a friend of women and talked about all kinds of things with her every day.
In fact, everyone has had doubts. Most of the people in the Amon family are thieves, so why does the third daughter of the so-called Duke Amon seem to be a dreamer? Did she give birth to this daughter with an angel of a dreamer? So everyone looked at Mrs. Amon (actually Amon himself) and Adam with a strange look in their eyes, as if they had imagined hundreds of thousands of words of sister-in-law literature.
Athena was still mumbling to Bethel. "I also want Adam to be my counselor. Without Adam, I can only howl every full moon night!" You are not a werewolf... Bethel was more speechless. As if hearing his heart, Athena said: "I have always envied Antigonus! His ears are so cute!" It always reminds her of Amanesis. But the little wolf seemed to hate her, for some reason.
"You are a psychoanalyst yourself, why don't you adjust yourself?" Bethel also said so. Athena's response was that doctors don't treat themselves, this is an eternal truth. She didn't notice that Bethel's eyes turned a little dark when he looked at her, as if he was looking at an old friend who had been away for a long time.
On a night as quiet as a spring, the tinfoil-like moon hung in the sky, revealing a thin and fragile shadow. In Solomon's palace, everything seemed to be still as if dead, and even the sound of insects could not be heard. In such a strangely silent night, the blonde girl lay on the spire of the side hall, boredly looking at the moon, tearing the insects caught in her hand into pieces. She used psychological invisibility, but she had long been discovered in this palace full of angels and demigods, but His Majesty Solomon ignored her, and others were too lazy to provoke her. At this time, she heard the rustling sound of robes passing through the grass. She looked down from the roof and saw Adam in white monk robes and the Duke of Entropy of the Tudor family. The golden moon fell into His blue eyes, emitting a cluster of sharp light.
"Adam, Adam." She shouted in a noisy manner, so the blond young man looked up at her gently. She waved her arms at her elder brother foolishly, but found that the Duke of Entropy also looked up at her. He was just a casual glance, but when he saw her face, he paused, his eyes were deep, and a little crazy was stained in his eyes.
"Who is she?" Alistair asked Adam beside him. The blond priest just replied calmly, "She is the third daughter of Duke Amon, Athena Amon."
"Athena?" The Duke of Entropy emphasized the pronunciation of the name and said with some contempt, "Amon gave her the same name as his sister? Although this is very common among nobles, but," he sneered. As a spectator, Athena understood what he meant, that is, do you deserve it?
How on earth did I offend him... Athena curled her lips, jumped down from the roof, brushed off the dust on her skirt, cast a teleportation spell and ran away.