Inside the train carriage, only the glazed-eyed girl knelt in place. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 It took more than ten seconds for Kasia to fall before she remembered something extremely important, and her body struggled to stand up. She wanted to sit on her knees forever, so it was nice to cover her eyes with her hands and cry out loud. But knowing that such a thing will never happen, everything in the future will have to be handled by herself.

Picking up the rough red cloth, it seemed that only the girl in the entire train was not affected by the weirdness. Whether it is due to the innate institutional factors or some other reason may not be clear even to the girls themselves. The skull was carefully wrapped in cloth again, and the bagpipe-like sound slowly diminished as the red cloth wrapped it around until it completely disappeared from the inside of the carriage.

The girl packed the wrapped skull into a black box along with the clothes that had been thrown out, and placed it on the side of the aisle. She walked over to Kasia, who had fallen to the ground, and knelt down in front of Kasia's head, reaching out to turn Kasia's body over. However, the surgeon's excess weight was too difficult for the girl, and after several efforts, no tangible results were seen. In the end, the girl had no choice but to abandon the tedious process, put her two little hands on Kasia's temples, kissed and rubbed them, and said something silently in her mouth.

But Kasia didn't feel anything at the moment.

By the time the sight appeared in his eyes, it was already pitch black. The icy rain was falling from the sky, and hitting his bare upper body made him shiver a few times. It's not on the body, it seems to be on the heart, and the rain has the same weird feeling and effect as the atmosphere in the train.

Kasia looked around, but there was no light. With your feet on it, the ground is as hard as a rock, and it is no longer a mud that makes you sink deep. There was the sound of the wind, and there was also the sound of rain falling on the ground. The temperature should be about minus a few degrees, and the sky was also pitch black, except for the rain that hit his body, which made Kasia feel the obvious sense of touch, and the heavy sensation of the ground under his feet, sight, smell, and even hearing, all seemed to have lost their original role here.

"Is this in the mud?" thought to Kasia, and the darkness around him gave him a familiar feeling.

A flame "soared" in front of him, and the light of the fire was like a cover made of light, struggling to support a small space in this dark world. Kasia stood there and looked at it for a moment, it was a small fire, the kind that could be built with just a pit and a few pieces of burn-resistant wood.

During the time of observation, there was no change in the fire, and no anomalous behavior occurred. Only then did Kasia move and walk over. Entering the range of the flame's dim yellow light, the temperature was also transmitted to his body with the light. The warmth around the fire was not the kind of fire he knew, it was far warmer than he had imagined. Or that the things in this world are things that are outside of his cognition, like the sudden appearance of a fire.

The fire was in a rough and shallow pit, and a few pieces of wood burned very vigorously, and Mars followed the flames until they moved into the darkness of the sky, and then lost their bright red color and turned into gray-white embers, which I don't know where they fell in the darkness around them. The flames that swayed from the wood and swayed in the wind were also weird. The drizzle had no effect on it, and it had been almost a minute since Kasia was at the edge of the fire. But the flames on the fire in front of him, and the red burning wood under the flames, remained the same, not decreasing a little, nor increasing a little.

Mars flew into the sky as usual, and nothing else was around. The rain that fell from Kasia's body also slowly decreased under the temperature transmitted by the flames, and then it was completely dried. The coldness on his body was also completely removed, and in his amazement, the power that had passed out was also recovering quickly little by little.

It should have reached a critical point in physical strength, or it was the influence of external factors, and at some point when Kasia stared at the fire, he didn't know when there was an extra person. I didn't feel the slightest abruptness, nor did I say that it suddenly appeared. Everything came naturally, and it was supposed to be like this. Cassia wasn't surprised, but felt that it was inappropriate for her to be here.

I guess I don't belong here, Kasia thought, and the mud devouring her was also the world's instinctive reaction to the invasion of foreign bodies. Just like when the body has a cold, there will be something in the body to kill the causative agent.

"Hello, Thirteenth Holy Emperor Gilida Sint?" Cassia shifted his gaze from the flames to the man in front of him who had been there all along.

It's not like you might expect gray hair, wrinkled faces, and cloudy eyes. In stark contrast, the person in front of him looked very young, and his body was as full of energy as the heat. He wears a black battle suit and is covered in armor with strange symbols in key parts of his body, such as his heart, neck, elbows, and knees. I couldn't tell the material of the armor, although it had the texture and color of metal, but in Kasia's eyes, it had something completely different from steel. It was the temperature, like the temperature of the fire in front of him, which was completely different from the cold feeling of steel itself.

The person opposite sits on a long stone that is arranged horizontally and acts as a seat. Two thick, muscular arms stretching from the nains of the fingers to the shoulders are placed on the knees of the feet, and the body is leaning towards the fire, a standard position for warming up by the fire. The light of the fire reflected his face, which was still as young as Kasia's. The drizzle stopped, the flames grew a little stronger, and more sparks scurried in Kasia's eyes.

Listening to Kasia's words, the person on the other side just snorted coldly, like a cold snort like gold and iron breaking abruptly.

"Holy Emperor?" he said, "a puppet-like position is sometimes not even as good as a puppet." In the case of puppeteers, they also take the time to overhaul the puppets they are manipulating and take care of them. But for the Holy Emperor, it is not as good as captive domestic animals. Originally, to be qualified for this position, you need to be extremely talented. And the most talented people have ambitions to match. But the title 'Holy Emperor' is the most binding cage. As a representative of the deity being worshipped, there are many things to pay attention to, such as wine and color. ”

"Give it to me for nothing, and I shouldn't do it. The man in front of him said, only then did he look at Kasia, "So you recognized the wrong person, the little guy who hasn't broken out of his shell yet." (To be continued.) )