Confusion, flames, wailing, screaming. Constantly coming from all sides, standing silently in purgatory, watching a figure turn to ashes in the flames.

Looking around in confusion, I didn't know what to do----

I want to be sad, but I can't give birth to this emotion. I want to save, but I can't move my feet. It's like you don't belong to yourself

Looking at the sky weakly, he held the broken hilt of the sword in his hand. The blade of the sword was gone, mutilated, as if it would shatter at the slightest movement

Where am I? ----Who am I? ----What am I doing? ----What's going on------. I feel like someone who lives here, someone who fights for this place. However, I don't have any memory of this place in my mind, and I feel familiar with everything here, but I can't tell where it is. Looking at the people who were reduced to ashes, their faces struggling in the flames were familiar, but I couldn't think of who they were. The feeling of ignorance and despair has always been worried in my heart, and my heart is aching, but I can't understand why I have such emotions

What the hell is this ----------

The flames gradually spread to his feet, and the tongues of fire that swung wildly devoured his feet. He still didn't move, letting the flames consume him.

Why not move? I've always wanted to ask. But my own heart gave the answer. Don't want to move. There is no point anymore, ------ alive is so good to think about it, just burn like this. Until he himself is reduced to ashes

The intense pain stimulates the brain, but the pain in the heart is indescribable. The pain of the flames tore through the body, but it was no match for the pain of the heart. The soul is as if it has long since died.

The blazing flames gradually wrapped around his legs and continued to spread upward. The vision has blurred, the body is no longer in pain, or it is no longer possible to feel the pain more intuitively. He was still standing, and the sword in his hand was still clenched. Burn, burn, burn------------------ darkness--------

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"Huh!!!!"

A breath of air poured into his throat and he sat up sharply from the bed. Only then did I realize that everything just now was so terrible and unreal. I rubbed my long hair to sober myself up

"It's a dream, hehehe~ It's really scary------"

laughed at himself, it was really embarrassing to be scared awake by his dream. Stretched, it was dark all around, it should still be night

"Oh, ah----- let's sleep a little longer---"

After a hitch, I decided to sleep a little longer. Thinking like this, he leaned back and collapsed on the bed. The moment it touched the bed, the body was immediately bounced up.

Wrong! Absolutely not!! The house I live in now has never had such a soft bed!! But I've never been in the habit of sleeping in a soft bed!!!

Quickly get out of bed. I was surprised to find that my body had been washed and my hair was washed very smoothly. I was wearing a red tights prepared for me by Mr. Merlin, but from the touch, I felt that the pair had been carefully and carefully cleaned repeatedly! What the hell have I been through during this time?!

Leave the soft bed, get up from the side of the bed, and take advantage of the dim moonlight to look around. The room was huge! Judging by the light transmission of the window glass, pairing is not a bargain. I didn't find any shoes, and I stepped on the ground barefoot, and the smooth and cold ground was very comfortable. Through the glimmer of light, I touched it carefully towards the place where it looked like a table.

Because I have just woken up, my eyes have not yet adjusted to the dim world around me, so I need to be especially careful when walking in the dark. Carefully along the wall, suddenly his hand seemed to touch something

[Ping Pong! 】

It was the sound of glass breaking, and if you can put it on the wall, then it must be a vase! I hope it's not a precious thing, and I can only pray for the level of my pocket

No longer touching the wall, walking straight towards the table

"Oops!!"

I tripped over the chair that was set aside, and I fell on all fours, and the ground was really smooth. Walking to the table, it was smooth sailing, and since the fall, there have been no more accidents. He put down the stool he had just tripped over and sat down at the table. Pick up the flint and steel placed on the table, light the oil lamp on the table, and the room will immediately light up

It is a very beautiful room, magnificent, unknown pottery, colorful frescoes, marble floors, and you must be able to boast when you walk on it with your shoes on.

Qing looked around for a week and stopped at a large platform. The table was right by the window, with green armor and swords, and the latest spear, Gungnir. They all sat there quietly, the cold light flickering

Walk over to the side of your gear with the oil lamps, and they're all polished. It was a voice that reached Qing's ears

【Card!】 Squeak~】

Subconsciously and quickly grasped the hilt of the sword, wanting to pull the sword out. But with the help of the light of the oil lamp, Qing could clearly see that they were two people he knew very well

"Green !!!"

A figure shouted Qing's name without scruples, and pounced on Qing's body, it was Morgan

"Huh! I'm the first! “

Morgan threw himself on Qing's body and snorted. Then he turned around and fiddled with his teeth and claws behind him. Qing looked in the direction behind Morgan, it was Artoria in her pajamas, her blonde hair casually spreading, standing in the doorway and watching Qing. Qing Hui smiled

Morgan quickly found himself being ignored by the two of them, and gritted his teeth angrily. Grabbing Qing by the collar, she made her look at her. Then a victorious look was given to Artoria. However, this provocation quickly provoked Artoria's competitive nerves, and she walked quickly to Qing's side, hooked Qing's neck, and made Qing lean against her. Seriously, don't look at Artoria's height is much worse than Qing, but she has a lot of strength, and Qing, who is hooked by the neck, can only squat half-squat, which can ease the height difference. Qing and Artoria were leaning very tightly together, their faces almost together. For Qing, this is a bit of a big irritation, and his face quickly turns red. Morgan, who was blushing at the sight, was even more furious

"Ahhhh!!h Green! I can't spare you!! “

said that she punched and kicked at Qing, although it looked like she was fighting very strongly, but in fact she didn't use any force at all. Qing touched Morgan's long soft hair, and Morgan's anger gradually subsided. He pressed his hand on the heads of the two people in the competition and looked at them condescendingly

"Go back to sleep for me!! ---------