She Is Not a Witch

Chapter 1293 Fanwai·Towards the unknown shore (3)

"The seventh test is passed." A cold and slightly joyful voice came from the earphones, followed by a burst of congratulatory voices.

"It should be safe now."

"There is still hope."

"I'm really looking forward to it."

The faces of all the members in the research hall were filled with joy, and several witches present were also talking in low voices.

"Lorraine is getting more proficient."

"But I'm still a little worried." Unlike those researchers, they, as witches, actually know more about the dangers in the depths of the sea of ​​Ajaka.

"It's hard to dissuade her now, and I can only pray silently."

After repeated verifications and experiments, the real plan began to be put on the agenda, and Lorraine Hill was also thinking about what might happen after he left, and sat and prepared in advance.

Among the three crowns, except for the star crown, which she herself cannot fully control and transfer, the moon crown can be handed over to Vimiya as an agent, and the sun crown can be handed over to Kitty to carry it. Both of them are of the same origin as her, and they are born with a very high affinity and carrying capacity for the crown.

"I don't want Lorraine to go." Keti hugged Lorraine Hill's arm, still a little reluctant. She didn't know much about those complicated experiments, but she was instinctively worried and scared, fearing that Lorraine would never return.

"Maybe wait? There may not be a better way in the future." Vimiya said the same.

"We can't wait any longer. There are many crises, not only chaos phantoms, but also internal problems, and even threats from other civilizations hidden in the sea of ​​stars."

"It is difficult to hide the large-scale actions of the earth's civilization in the star sea universe today, and powerful civilizations can more or less perceive some of them."

"We stand in the light, and they stand in the dark. There are too many unpredictable situations. If we don't cut the mess quickly, the time will be delayed and it will be too late to do anything."

"Currently the civilization of the earth is still in the ascendant period just out of the star system. All walks of life have the warmth of the dawn era. Everyone is united as one, but it may not be the case in the future. There have never been many stories of prosperity and decline, but now it is rare. The window period." Lorraine Hill shook his head.

"If you indulge in the warmth of the moment, you will lose the ability to deal with the cold wind in the future. It is the truth to try to build a warm house before winter comes."

"You're still so lucid." Vimiya looked at the silver-haired girl, not knowing whether to praise or pity her.

"This is not a character that can be cultivated in a greenhouse and a beautiful environment. I should have experienced a lot of difficulties before."

"Before? It should be counted, but the memory of that time is also a little fuzzy." Lorraine Hill tidied the hair on the side of the ear with his fingers.

"It's time to go, and from now on, Keti will be counting on you."

"Oh, Lorraine." Keti hugged Lorraine Hill tightly, very reluctantly.

"It's okay, I'll be back." Lorraine Hill comforted her, then gently rubbed her forehead against Kitty's warm hair.

A week later, the journey to explore the depths of the sea of ​​Ajaka officially started.

In the early stage, with the assistance of several other witches, Lorraine Hill easily avoided the chaotic phantoms wandering in the Ajax card, and went deeper step by step, until the few witches who were traveling with her couldn't hold on, she let the fellow witches The companion returned, and then he continued to move toward the deeper shore.

"I have set a 'chain' on you. If it feels wrong, or if you don't respond within a period of time, the 'door' will be opened and you will be forced to return." In front of Hill, making the final announcement.

"Thanks."

Afterwards, the two witches waved their hands and gradually disappeared into the sea of ​​Ajaka.

Now, I am alone, Lorraine Hill said silently in his heart, and then continued to go deeper.

Far away from all the sounds, colors, and touches of the world, Lorraine Hill is like stepping into a dark and quiet world.

All senses began to go away, and the world was extremely quiet.

The thoughts or memories that were so quiet that they just flashed through my mind began to form some kind of hallucinations.

It seems that the voices in these memories are real and emerge in the ears.

When all the fluctuations, perceptions, and ups and downs disappeared, the various reveries, sounds, and thoughts in my heart became clearer.

This kind of clarity slowly brings a kind of fear, as if there are several different selves in my body. They are talking and talking about some things, but when I listen carefully, I can't understand and remember anything they said.

Everything started to look weird.

When I was a child, I was running on the street, and the black and white TV made a hissing sound when I turned the knob, and then slowly switched channels.

Being kicked to the ground, I felt dizzy pain when my nose hit the ground.

The figures were speaking indistinctly and indistinctly, with blood dripping from their noses from between their lips.

Even in such a vague memory, the taste of blood is still so clear, with a hint of fishy sweetness and stickiness.

The mother's angry expression, rolled eyes, trembling body, kneeling on the cold floor, and dissuading voices from relatives.

Under the dim light contaminated by oil, the eyes opened in the middle of the night, the dark shadow outside the window, the unspeakable fear.

Struggling and frantic scuffling, the pain of tearing hair, the blood-stained board, the sound of girls screaming, the silence of lying under the shadowless lamp, the coldness of the needle and thread passing through the scalp in the anesthetic.

The alleys full of barbecues and wine bottles are full of greasy keyboards and mice, the pictures of changing light and shadow, the obsessed and gloomy faces.

The cold night sky, the stunned pupils in the fluorescent light, the roaring sound of the plane, the hospital late at night, the black and white signatures, and the familiar figures arriving one by one.

…

Countless memories were turned into fragments and collapsed, and thoughts rose and shattered one by one, turning into more fragmented emotions.

Like a corpse gradually falling into the cold and dark deep sea, it slowly decomposes into countless pieces and floats in all directions.

Some of these fragments are like summer green oranges exuding fragrance, some are like enchanting red flowers in the sunset, which makes people intoxicated, some are like pure lilies, which make people quiet, but some are extraordinarily cold and biting. Disgusting, painful, inferior, torn, unbelievable, escaped, never accepted.

But this is also a part of reality, even more unforgettable than those beautiful fragments.

The fragments struggled, these most painful scars must never be allowed to be abandoned and faded like this.

Time has become blurred, making it difficult to distinguish whether it has passed days or hundreds of years, and the invisible chain has lost its restraint, only bringing back the empty end.

In the tides and ebbs and flows of the cosmic dimensions, these fragments drift and collide.

Slowly, maybe millions of years later, these fragments drifted to deeper places, and some gradually extended to the border and depth of a certain dimension.

It is like falling into the lowest layer of the deep ocean, into a cold and stagnant world.

The dimension of time does not seem to exist because there is no light and no change.

When the picture is reduced to a particle of the three primary colors, it can no longer be called a painting, and it is no longer even a fragment, but something of a lower and lower level.

In a trance, they slowly permeate that layer of boundary, cross the stagnant and blurred border line, and gradually reach another completely different dimension, where there is no more up, down, left, right, or even a universe without any tangible things.

There is only mana here, or the original magic power. The highly condensed magic power is like compressing the entire planet-sized gunpowder into the size of a glass ball.

The particles infiltrated from the opposite bank floated in this dark world, like fireflies, causing a lot of combustion and tides, and these spiritual fragments were like some kind of catalyst, shining across this stagnant world.

But compared to this boundless darkness, this kind of brilliance is extremely weak and fleeting.

A stagnant world, a lifeless world, but a world that is about to ignite like gunpowder.

With the help of these extremely solidified mana, the infiltrated particles burned and changed violently, and finally disappeared.

However, such an unchanging world seems to have ushered in some changes, because some of the particles in it did not burn and disappear, but became more active during the combustion.

With the help of this mana and magic power, these fragments radiated ripples, flew randomly, and slowly, floating and swimming thousands of times, gradually collided with other similar fragments, and then slowly aggregated.

In this way, after generations of precipitation, a blurry figure with shimmering light reappeared in this dark world.

It's hard to imagine how such a figure would appear in a world without up, down, left, or even three-dimensional space, but her existence seems to have changed something faintly.

With long black hair, dark eyes, and a cold expression, she has almost the same appearance as Lorraine Hill, but has a completely different personality.

Most of the goodness is dissipated in the lightless deep sea, but more pain is inherited.

Looking down at this world of eternal darkness, she closed her eyes, and countless darkness surrounded her.

The invisible world gradually becomes tangible, top and bottom begin to be distinct, and a three-dimensional spatial perspective is gradually revealed. The so-called dimension, but the yarn used for spinning, two or three yarns have no difference in the formation of the world, only the perception of life in it It’s just that this kind of cognition transcends the individual, just like a two-dimensional life cannot imagine a three-dimensional life, and it is also difficult for a three-dimensional life to know how the four-dimensional life exists.

Time began to emerge, and the passage of time turned slowly.

A dark crown slowly rises in this world.

If the three major crowns in the mortal world are miraculous things that all living beings pray for, then the jet-black crown that emerges today is the absolute will of the only life. It is extremely arbitrary and does not need other lives to support it.

Lonely and powerful, assertive and lonely.

It seems to have everything, but it also seems to have nothing. When no one or other life exists, there is no social relationship, and the concept of possession has no basis for existence.

I just picked up a stone on the ground, how can I say that this stone is mine.

Except for me, no one knows, and no one comes to contend for, question, agree with, or oppose.

A long time passed unknowingly.

At first, some mourned and lamented the silver-haired figure that sank in the sea of ​​Ajaka, while others regretted that even the crown and chains could not save that figure from the far shore.

Gradually, sadness turned into nostalgia, and nostalgia slowly faded away.

In the day-to-day changes and work, people gradually forget that name.

Quarrel, fission, war, death, unity, glory, pleasure, decadence, sorrow, reincarnation.

Until another chaotic catastrophe strikes.

The fleet without a unified organization was defeated one by one like flies in a hurry, the wreckage and dry bodies floated in the sea of ​​stars, the fires of civilization were extinguished one by one, and the remaining people fled in all directions.

In just a few hundred years, everything seemed to come to an end, but amazing changes began to spread in the universe.

The former three crowns slowly disintegrated, and the sea of ​​Ajaka also blew violently ups and downs, and the dark mana and magic power filled it.

The chaotic phantom that made countless civilizations panic gradually dissipated in the world, and everything became quiet, like the morning on the third planet in the star system tens of thousands of years ago.

As the waste heat of creation, the cosmic microwave radiation that existed in ancient times is undergoing astonishing changes at this time.

The dark and transparent universe is no longer transparent, and all galaxies and matter seem to be shrouded in red clouds. People on the earth can see a strange landscape. After dark, it is no longer a pitch-black sky, but a dark sky. The red starry sky.

As sung in poetry.

"Two beautiful colors clearly separate the sky"

…

"Those are two different worlds"

…

The simple and beautiful world, the extraordinary and dead world.

Two pieces of glass of different colors are superimposed on each other to reflect a new and brilliant color, which is as beautiful as a flame, but it also invites sadness and death.

The world after the disaster, the rebuilt world, the reunified world, the fire lotus of civilization blooms slowly again, people recall the great names in history, and the girl who disappeared in the depths of the sea of ​​Agaika also once again Mention for people.

A new era is slowly coming, and the silver-haired figure that people miss is slowly reawakening in this world.

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In June 528 of the Quaternary Epoch, the Whale H-416 galaxy.

Human settlements dot the verdant and azure planet.

Small city, cranberry, b2 block.

"Ernst, where are you going?"

On the spacious street, a 16-year-old boy was driving a minivan on the road, shouting for a familiar neighbor.

"I'm going to help Uncle Aonuo collect the goods. He's not feeling well today." The boy stopped the car temporarily and got off.

This small town is very peaceful, and everyone's life is not so anxious. The young man thought about buying a few bottles of drinks on the way there.

"Are you going to the large orchard outside the suburbs?" It said it was an orchard, but the actual area may be larger than the small town. After all, this planet is extremely sparsely populated, and many places are not even populated.

"Yes, I heard that it's very remote there, but the scenery is pretty good. Occasionally, couples from the town go there for a date." The young man chose several bottles of delicious and novel drinks, and the liquid in them reflected beautiful colors in the sunlight .

"Young people like these." The aunt at the cashier raised her glasses and said with a slight complaint.

"Haha, I always want to try new ones. I don't want to drink tea and coffee. They are only for old people."

"You kid dare to talk in front of me. If it were your mother who dared to speak like that, she would definitely be beaten by her."

"Yeah, only Aunt Fall understands me. Well, if only my mother was as open-minded as you."

"Okay, don't tell me this old man. If you study hard, you can go to the bustling galaxy to study in the future. Your mother is also proud of you."

"Aunt Fore, it's not like you were then. Studying is too hard." Ernst smiled wryly and rubbed his hair. It's not that he didn't want to work hard, but he really couldn't see any hope.

Although the education in the federation is fairly fair today, after all, it has inherited the philosophy of its predecessor Crancia, but the younger generation under the fierce competition has to sacrifice a lot in order to get out of it, and there is even no more return. It makes many young people hesitate and feel uncomfortable.

In the end, whether to continue to roll, or to give up altogether, just like his parents, he will spend a peaceful life in this small town.

In fact, this kind of life is not bad, but it still makes the young restless heart a little hard to accept.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, Aunt Fore, I will go to work first, and I have to help Uncle Auruo collect the fruit."

"Go, go, the whole town knows that you are interested in little Ellie, and your uncle Auruo also uses this to ask you to help, who makes you the most likely to become his future son-in-law."

"Ahaha." Ernst touched his head in embarrassment, then walked a few steps faster and returned to the pickup truck.

Because of the smart driving function, even he can drive such a truck very easily, and even drink the newly bought beverage with his hands free.

The cool and sweet taste stimulates the taste buds. Although humans have evolved for millions of years, the information engraved in the genes still makes life unconsciously like sweet taste and fresh stimulation.

Not long after, the truck stopped in front of the wide door, and after telling him why he came, the door slowly opened, and he followed the instructions and walked into the crisp and fragrant grass.

Walking under the tall fruit trees, the simple path paved with stone slabs is buried in the grass, and the hems of the boy's shoes are also stained with dew, which makes him feel fresh and interesting.

I heard that the arborist in this garden is very powerful, and the fruits produced in the garden can be sold to distant and prosperous shining galaxies. It is only because of its small scale that it has not become a brand.

Just as the boy was still thinking about Uncle Ono's confession, there was a slight sound of footsteps in a wooden house in the huge valley deep in the garden.

The gradually light blue hair brushed the corner of the stairs, came to the third floor, opened the locked door, and walked into the room with the curtains tightly closed.

"Get up, Brenard, it's your turn to cook today. Kitty asked me about breakfast just now."

The woman went to the window and opened the curtains, and the strong sunlight shone into the room. The black-haired figure sitting on the bed couldn't help but block the dazzling sunlight with his hands.

"I don't want to cook, isn't it the same to eat a nutritious meal? It can also provide everything the body needs." The girl has long black hair and eyes, sitting on the bed in her pajamas, with a thin veil covering her body. Quilt.

"You, you should come out for a walk." Vimiya shook her head.

"I don't see you going out a few times in a month, and your skin is as white as porcelain."

"Why go out? You can see everything outside at home. The development of technology has already achieved this." The woman sitting on the bed wanted to close the curtains again.

"It is possible, but the experience from the virtual instrument is still quite different from the reality." The blue-haired singer shook her finger.

"Besides, it's time for you to do some work. Most of the things in the orchard are busy with Lorraine."

"That's because she likes it. I prefer to stay at home." Seeing that he couldn't close the curtains, Brenard moved around on the bed, trying to keep the sun from shining on him.

"I just want to write novels at home. The bed is good, and I won't scold me. The home is very comfortable, and Lorraine cooks delicious food."

"I really can't do anything about you." Vimiya lightly covered her forehead and looked at the youngest sister. Although she looked 18-19 years old in appearance, she was the most stubborn among them.

It really is like a stone.

"You scolded me in your heart just now, didn't you?" Brenard suddenly looked up.

"Uh, no, I just wanted to complain." Now it was Vimiya's turn to explain.

"Huh, I can hear it. Anyway, I am also one of the original, and the emotions between each other can't be clearer."

"If it was Lorraine, it would definitely not be like this..." Before she could finish speaking, Vimiya leaned over and pressed her forehead against the black-haired girl.

"Nothing, just tell me."

Looking at this 'smiling' sister, Brenard shrank his head, expressing that he had no objection.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore." After that, Vimiya let go of the fingers that were holding Brunnard's shoulder, and then sat beside her.

"I'm still a little worried about you. Although you are very smart and sensible, I always feel that I still lack some practice."

"I've only been awake for less than a hundred years, so I can't compare with my sisters." Brenard turned his head away.

"Well, I know, so, if you have time, why don't you try to study in the bustling galaxy, start from the campus, and slowly get in touch with this world." Vimiya's watery voice was rippling in the breeze.

"If the day comes when I'm ready." Brunard looked at the green leaves outside the window and replied softly.

After crossing the long hillside, the boy turned several corners, and finally saw the figure in the white skirt sitting under the tree.

Even in today's era, that snow-white silver hair is still a representative of rarity and beauty.

The girl didn't raise her head, and the slender figure made the young man restrained, as if he wanted to perform better, and his steps slowly slowed down, and he even began to pay attention to whether his walking posture was good-looking. where to put.

"Excuse me, are you the arborist in this orchard?"

While speaking, a gust of wind blew across the grass, and the girl under the tree also raised her head. There was a colored picture book on her lap, and her fingers gently lifted the messy hair beside her ears.

"Well, it's me."

At this moment, the young man felt that everything in front of him was so dreamy and beautiful. He wanted to use all his strength to remember this momentary sight in front of him, and even began to regret why he didn't learn some abilities related to engraving memory.

Light blue and clear eyes, silvery and soft hair, slender fingers, graceful shoulders and neck like a swan, feet exposed between snow-white dresses, light pink and round nails, a soft and quiet expression , like an angel descending into the world.

"I, I, was called by Uncle Ono to help harvest the fruits." The originally fluent tongue seemed to be knotted, which made the boy feel extremely ashamed.

"Is it Ernst? I got the message this morning."

"Yeah, my name is Ernst, I live on Hongli Street..." The boy nodded sharply, and then reported a series of information.

Seeing his nervous appearance, the silver-haired girl under the tree couldn't help but smile, which made the other party stand still for a long time.

"The fruit is already being packaged, and it will take a while for those self-discipline machines to finish." The girl told the current situation.

"Okay, okay." The boy replied quickly, and then his mind was spinning rapidly, thinking hard to find something to talk about, until he saw the picture book in the girl's hand.

"Is this the kind of picture book that tells a story? It seems very... simple." He struggled to swallow the word ancient.

"Well, yes, it used to be called a picture book." The girl under the tree picked it up and showed it to the boy.

With a slightly childish color, it depicts a character and tells the fairy tales of the past.

"Have you read such a story before?"

"No." Ernst lowered his head in frustration.

"It's okay, there is still time, I can tell you about it."

The silver-haired girl turned to the first page of the picture book, and there was a green and deep forest on it, in which a small figure moved forward.

"First of all, it's a story about a young boy trekking hard in the mountains. He was covered in cuts and bruises, hungry and desperate..." In this moving voice, Ernst seemed to fall into a vivid world, and the story in the picture book seemed to happen in real life. In front of my eyes, until the beautiful starlight falls in the night sky.

"Next, there is a story about a beloved eldest lady, she has long hair like gold, surrounded by everyone, until one day, the family falls..."

"The protagonist of this story is an ordinary and lovely girl. She is the youngest sister in the family, with caramel-like hair color. Under the apple tree in summer, she meets the prince who is destined to be..."

The pages of the book were turned slowly, and the morning sun fell into the mottled grass.

"Finally, the story of an ordinary child."

"Once upon a time, there was a steep mountain where a dragon used to live. Once upon a time, there was a giant dragon living on a steep mountain. 』

『Alongtime ago, amantoldalie. He said: Once upon a time, someone made up a lie and said:』

""I climbed that mountain to fight with the dragon, "I climbed that mountain to fight with the dragon,"

『Then Ialmost killed him. But I missed. Andhewashugeand"I was going to kill it, but unfortunately I couldn't. It was a huge black dragon."』

"He just wanted to be famous by this story, this story is just a tool for him to become famous,"

『And that\'swhyhelied. And that's why he lied. 』

"That unexpected story made the people amazed in the town, this unbelievable story made the people in the town very surprised,"

"The king of the land heard that story and he gave him a reward. The king heard that story and he gave him a reward. 』

"That lie became rumors and spread to the whole country,"

"Itran, from the East to the West, and the North to the South from east to west, from north to south..."

"Overmanyyears, therumor was retoldamongthepeople. Many years later, rumors are still passed on by word of mouth among the people. 』

"Afterawhile, aboygotanfromthestory, then he said: Finally, this story ignited the spark of inspiration for the boy, he said:"

『"I want to beahero like that!" "I want to be that hero!"』

"Then, he went to the same mountain. So he went to the mountain in the story. 』

"It was a long journey, and it was very hot, buted idn\'t give up. The journey was long and the sun was scorching, but he never gave up. 』

"When the boy reached the top of the mountain, when the boy reached the top of the mountain,"

"What found was a huge white dragon—he was exhausted and injured. What he saw was a white dragon, scarred and dying. 』

"Hethrewaway hissword which he had sharpened for this fight, he dropped the sword sharpened for this fight,

"And henursed the white dragon the best the could. He took care of the white dragon with all his might. 』

"Thewhitedragondaybydaywiththeboy\'shelp, the white dragon is recovering day by day with the boy's help,"

"After this the white dragon flew away into the sky. Then, it jumped up and soared in the sky. 』

"Thedragon\'sscalescamoff, whichbecamethesnow. The dragon scales fell and turned into snow. 』

"It was the first snow in the country ever. And this is the first heavy snow in the kingdom." 』

"That story became famous all over the country, the story of the boy caused a sensation in this country,"

"From the East to the West, From the North to the South, from east to west, from north to south..."

"Aftermanyyears, countless years later,"

"People talked about that boya salegend. The boy became a household hero." 』

"—Words are magical for a moment, the magic of words, fleeting, "

"But living the experience, empowers your whole life. But only the adventures you have personally experienced will make you remember forever. 』

"Do you want to hear more stories? Do you want to hear more stories?" 』

"Ordoyouwanttochasetadventure? Or, do you want to chase your own legend?" 』

The silver-haired girl read the story in the picture book lightly, and Ernst on the side also listened blankly. He had never felt the grandeur of the world as he did today, and felt the desire slowly rising in his heart. Step into your own story.

At this time, Ernst also thought of the extremely old yellowed photo at home. The figure in the photo was a figure hundreds of years ago, and he was also his ancestor. It is said that he created Crancia, which is also the predecessor of today's Federation .

Such a great ancestor, there are at least tens of thousands of descendants today. Our family is still ordinary, and we can’t see any difference from the people around us.

In the past, Ernst also thought so~www.readwn.com~ thought that it was something far away and out of reach, so he inserted the photo back into the photo frame, put it in the corner of the cabinet and ignored it.

Today, though, seems to be a little different.

He seldom felt this way, this feeling was not intense, but rather heavy.

Although he didn't know how to describe this feeling, he already knew the choice in his heart, so clear and clear.

Want to go to that bustling galaxy, want to become your own legend.

The wind blows over the hills, and the colorful leaves rustle in the sun.

(End of the book)

The ending feels like it will be released in a day or two. The story at the end of the book is taken from "snow" - Hiroyuki Sawano, a very fable-like song.

The story of this book ends here, and I am very happy to have so many friends along the way.

Thank you all—By: Blue Sky Movement