Hearing the deep and magnetic voice of the tragic writer, Annan suddenly felt a tingling and chill down his spine.

It looks like a purple-black snake fruit full of juice.

Or ......

Like a snake entangled in an apple tree branch.

Tragic writers are the gods of the younger generation.

But the sense of oppression that came from him was even better than that of the paper and stone father that Annan had seen even older than him.

The pressure alone is close to the level of the Faceless Poet.

What kind of gaze is it?

- There is no malice or murderous intent in it.

It was a gaze so calm that it was reminiscent of the sea at midnight. Under the darkness that is completely impenetrable, there is a faint light of hope.

Compared to that level of mystery and darkness.

On the contrary, it is the pure childlike curiosity and joy that makes people feel frightened.

It's like a child tearing off a butterfly's wings and wondering how it will fly; Like a child drowning an ant's nest with juice and watching them drown in a gift with pleasure.

If you were an ordinary person, you would be so scared that you wouldn't even be able to move.

Annan, who had no fear, could even feel a tingling in his spine. It's like an electric current rushing through ...... He felt unusually excited and excited, and the whole person was so excited that he trembled, his breathing was a little heavy, and he couldn't help but clench his fists to release his strength.

"I do have something to look for you."

In front of the tragic writer, Annan did not play - he did not hide his emotions at all.

Because it's impossible to hide.

"You just gave me a large sigil of the Holy Light not long ago, right?"

"Uh-huh...... That's right. ”

The corners of the tragedy writer's mouth rose and he let out a low laugh: "You made me watch a good play." This is exactly what you deserve. ”

"Fun?"

"Don't you know that yourself? This is a very delicate tragedy, like the story of an inverted 'Gemini' - the son of God who died, the son of a man who gave up everything he had to save the other, and the son of God who preferred to die in a dream to save his friend.

"A never-ending spiral of sacrifice wrapped around fate...... This is exactly the 'Gemini' on the tragic level.

And, at the moment when the spiral was cut - the conspiracy was exposed, the betrayal was repeated, and the muddy soul of a mere childish child shone like gold in an instant...... That's exactly what I want to see. ”

Speaking of this, the tragic writer suddenly showed a smiling face: "Also, there is a certain person who thinks that the old history has long been forgotten.

"Suddenly, I realized in a dream that my secret had been exposed...... The panic and the uneasiness. And out of this panic and uneasiness, what decision will he make?

"Is this information being communicated to the 'other me'? Or do you want to reunite with your other selves? Or are you planning to cut down the people who know the news yourself? What kind of conspiracy will burst out of this? That's what I'm curious about...... What I want to see, a [sequel] to the tragedy. ”

He said in one breath.

It's hard to get excited.

No matter what the tragic writer says, the smile on his face never completely disappears.

It's as if someone once branded this shame on his body with a red-hot iron fork.

"So, my lovely Annan."

His deep voice lingered in Annan's ears: "I will reward you...... Is there anything wrong? ”

Annan believed that if He had been by his side at the moment, he would have pressed his shoulder with one hand from behind—his intuition from his transcendent perception told him.

"It's more than that."

Annan only looked the tragic writer in the eye.

I wonder if there is something hidden in this mirror.

Annan always felt ...... His smile seems to be somewhat similar to that of the tragic writer, and it is becoming more and more similar.

He earnestly asked the tragedy writer: "Do you think that the story of 'me' is also a tragedy—right?" ”

Annan was really so skeptical.

I am afraid that before he lost his memory, when he came to Noah's kingdom and met Kaphne for the first time, the tragedy writer had already noticed him.

The son of the Grand Duke who voluntarily renounced his memory in order to ascend to a higher position, and the god of the future, who is valued by the Book of Truth.

If the tragic writer himself is a man of fun......

So is the story after Annan became Don Juan Geraint also under the gaze of the tragic writer?

"Not necessarily."

Unexpectedly, the tragic writer unswervingly gave a negative answer to this.

"Fate is a natural wheel."

The tragic writer said slowly: "This sentence can also be understood as [fate] is the losing party after the battle with the heavenly chariot. Knocking down the unfortunate fate of others, and then standing on it, isn't this a fate drama that fights against fate?

"Your story is already destined to be an epic, so how can I not pay attention? As for whether your life is happy or miserable, whether you are full of ambition or regret in this trip...... Until your story is over, I will not comment on it and presumptuously call it a tragedy.

"No one can comment on your life, Annan. Neither can I. ”

The broad voice of the tragic writer rang in Annan's ears.

He just smiled with joy and spread his hands slightly.

"I'm just quiet joy."

Slowly, heavily, he said, "Even if you hadn't called me today, I'd have looked at you and smiled the same." ”

It was a burning love.

It's like a sculptor gazing eagerly at a stone or wood statue that has yet to be carved...... It's like a painter looking at a messy patch of color.

It looks like it's just a prototype, and it's just a scribbled color.

But for creators, what they really want to create is already "hidden in it".

Annan realized......

The tragic writer probably knows more than he first thought.

He may have been watching over him.

The reason why he suddenly gave himself one hundred and twenty Holy Light Marks...... It shouldn't just be because he saw a good story.

Instead, he saw two story lines, which were finally intertwined in front of him.

“…… I want your light sigil for no use. ”

Annan was silent for a while, and then whispered bluntly.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, the corners of the tragedy writer's mouth rose more and more: "Have you said it so unceremoniously?"

"Did you notice something...... Annan? ”

That's right, at the very beginning of seeing the tragic writer, Annan also planned to be tactful.

Because Annan was not sure at first, he would anger the other party by returning the holy light imprint that the other party had just given him and asking for a discount.

This tea art ...... If Conan's world is shelved, then Annan will be on the throne of the dead.

But he soon realized...... A tragic writer is not angry about this.

Because compared to what happened on Trisino's side.

The protagonist of the "script" that he cares about more...... It was Annan himself.

Yes.

It wasn't because of the interesting twist on Trisino's side that he had given Annan so many traces of holy light.

— but because the person who made this nightmare take an interesting turn was "Annan".

Get to the bottom of it.

In the beginning, this was the imprint of the Holy Light that the tragic writer found an excuse to stuff himself.

It's not entirely impossible.

If anything...... Perhaps that is the very thing that calls for a tragic writer.

But given the foresight that Trisino holds.

…… Isn't this really the future as seen by tragic writers?

It was precisely for the sake of being able to have a dialogue with Annan now that he had given him so many traces of holy light......

Even, even earlier......

Extremely rare, Annan had a creepy feeling.

That's why he didn't want to delay any longer—if all this was expected by the tragic writer, it would be better to do it quickly.