Chapter 1080: City in Ruins

Seems too tired.

...Maybe it's because Lingge's cat-stomping made her too relaxed.

Saya fell into a dream.

In her dream, she was standing in an unknown mansion.

rainstorm.

She never thought about the heavy rain outside the window.

After all, such terrifying winds have been blowing for several days.

So...how many days is it?

Starting three days ago?

Or has it been going on for a week?

Ever since I entered this area, I could already hear the howling wind outside the window.

It starts and stops, maybe it has lasted for a long time when I came.

Shaye didn't know how many days he had been here.

After experiencing too many repetitive daily routines, sleeping or eating could no longer remain in her mind.

It has been a long time since I saw the sun.

Are heavy rains really so frequent here...?

The empty mansion was surprisingly deserted.

I have been wandering in the corridor for a long time. After I left the master's bedroom, I seemed to have met servants in twos and threes on the way to no destination, but the presence of those people was not enough to be engraved in my memory.

Owner……

…Who is my master?

Engraved into...memory.

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This is also a meaningless memory.

Carved into this murky sea of ​​memory are only scattered fragments of stories that have no convincing power to me.

"story"……

... She guessed that all of this might have actually happened in the past who didn't know how long ago.

But she didn't trust those scattered memory fragments.

Saya didn't come here just to satisfy her curiosity.

After all, before stepping into this realm of memories, she had no idea what her ending would be.

Looking from the outside, the interior of this dilapidated space is just a "theme".

Theme: life or death, commonplace.

happiness? pain?

Pure despair, pure destruction.

This is not what she is looking for.

Because of this, even in this memory, she never planned to stay for a moment longer.

but……

The memories here are different from the usual routine.

The owner here is a white-haired girl named "Yulia".

There is no one else.

She was wearing metal shackles with chains on her hands, feet and neck.

Alone, imprisoned in this European-style mansion surrounded by wind and rain.

She was unable to step out of the mansion because she didn't know who had set the spell.

...Because when the heavy rain stopped, the outside scene was as dark as late at night. There were no street lights in the surrounding area, and it was completely dark. Saya could not determine what era and place this place was at all.

The mansion is too old.

She has never found anything decisive to make an era induction, and the memories she searches from this memory alone are not enough to create a starting point for her own reasoning.

But...even if we know the exact time, what can we change?

Electric lights, automobiles, communication devices...haven't been born yet at this time? ——These are not things that interest her at all.

Inference, this is the past.

Conclusion, this is the past.

This is all the information that can come in handy.

She had no idea what year that pure white world was in. Even if you know the tens of thousands of fragments, what can you do?

It doesn't look like a normal world at all, it's just...

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Shaye didn't know why, but her subconscious didn't seem to want to destroy this memory immediately.

...It's obviously worthless, right?

But I have unlimited time. At least that's what it seems for now.

But I always have unlimited time, so why should I leave those many memories in a hurry?

A story that is much more interesting than this lonely and dark memory, hasn’t it been destroyed by my own hands all along?

Saya didn't know the reason either.

But at least for now, she doesn't want to destroy this memory.

She didn't know what kind of mentality she was in.

She also didn't want to care about her state of mind at all.

In short, just think that you are tired?

You won't feel tired until you get the answer.

But now...

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The world needs a creator.

More specifically, there must be a Creator of this world.

In the distant past. A long time ago - so the remaining broken tiles will be weathered into this piece of faded gravel.

This is indeed the inference - but Saya has never found any clues about this creator.

This world can't be born out of thin air, can it?

So, where does the information about the creator come from?

Just rely on your own visual observation of the surrounding scenery?

The pure white desert behind her connected to the pure white ruined city where she was standing.

In Saya's opinion, the ruins of the buildings, which were somewhat haphazardly matched, could never be the continuation of a prosperous city in the past.

This may not have been what it was originally.

But these things were deliberately placed here from the beginning - in a way that can be called playful, and in an orderly manner. Everything seems to hint at some important message, but it turns out that There is simply no way to piece together a complete picture.

What were the people who created this place thinking about?

Is there any chance that she will realize the Creator's original intention?

Shaye has been waiting for the answers to these two questions for a long time, but so far she has found nothing.

"...Shaye, what are you doing here?"

She looked in the direction of the sound.

It's Yoshiyuki Yida.

Her snow-white hair was styled in a ponytail today.

As for the makeup, it looks very delicate.

...Ever since the death of Erina and Demon Blade Princess, she has almost been trying to survive.

Until her daughter Lia was snatched away, and Mayu and Zuo Zhizi also died one after another. Poor sister Yoshiyuki lost her last spiritual support and collapsed. I rarely put so much effort into makeup.

"It's nothing, just look at the unchanged scenery outside." Saya looked at Miss Yoshiyuki's look, a little surprised: "You are dressed up so beautifully today... Is there anything good you can do?"

"Yes! Today I came to visit Yulia with the eldest lady, Zuo Zhizi and the others." Yoshiyuki asked with a smile: "They just ran from here, didn't you see them?"

Saya fell into silence.

...She was sure that she was always the only one here.