After the holy sword is broken

The garden here, is very wrong.

Alger walked between the windows, putting together the pictures he saw, piece by piece.

The pictures in the impression are stitched together and turned into a complete graphic.

That is……

Is it a rune?Still a symbol?

The pattern was clear for a moment, then gradually blurred.

No, it's not the patterns that are blurry, but his consciousness.

The pattern has been clear, and, more and more clear.

With the wave of magic, it echoes with the strange garden outside and penetrates the power!

He vaguely remembered that this combination represented evil, and...

freed.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed.

The breeze in the hallway became cold and biting in an instant.

The sharp and hoarse voice rang in the ear, like the harsh sound of stone and glass rubbing against each other, which made people feel creepy.

Like howling, like cursing, like blasphemy.

This is the evil language from the abyss, and it is also the voice of original sin from the bottom of my heart.

Alger felt his chest was scorching hot, as if a branding iron was branded on it. The extreme pain pierced through the body and directly hit the soul.

The surrounding scene began to twist and rotate.

The roof is so high and so low.This mansion is so vast and empty, yet so small.

A closed room, a closed cage.

Cramped, cramped, dark.

Never see the light of day.

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! ! !

"My lord, my lord?"

Alger opened his eyes suddenly.

In front of him was a teacup with exquisite patterns and a gold-plated rim.Fine milk froth slowly swirls in the light brown black tea.White mist, wrapped in a sweet smell, rises upwards.

Several exquisite desserts were packed in small plates and placed on the table.

Just a simple afternoon tea.

Alger heard himself panting violently.

The eyes are dry and astringent because they have been opened wide for too long.

The heartbeat is still beating, beating, beating, ringing in my ears.

"My lord?" It was the princess who called him, with a worried expression on her face, "What's wrong with you?"

"Here, where is it?" Alger heard his own voice, a little hoarse.

"This is the private residence of the Iris family." The princess replied politely.

Alger looked over the princess' shoulders, facing the sun, and looked out the window.

An ordinary garden, although only a small part of it can be seen here, but in terms of layout, it is no different from ordinary gardening.

After all, which one is real?

There were three letters in front of Borgins, belonging to the princess, the second prince, and... mage Dana.

"Hmph," Burgess sneered, "it's true that everyone has their own plans."

The princess supports the second prince who belongs to the royal power faction on the surface, and has established an image of being obsessed with secret arts and rarely caring about political affairs, but at this time she sends him a secret letter alone...

And the second prince, I don't know if he is really stupid or just pretending to be stupid.Regardless of whether Burgess is a legendary blacksmith with a special status or not, after all, he is still a direct subject of the princess, so how could it be his turn to give orders?

As for Dana, Burgess doubted his intentions.After all, Alger was in trouble because of the information he passed on.

"Do I have to be at your mercy?"

Burgess raised his hand, folded the three letters together, and threw them in the corner.

"Joseph."

The knight opened the door and came in, bowing his head and saluting: "Master Viscount."

"Find some people for me."

I don't know how many days I lived in this strange mansion.

Alger kept wandering around the mansion, hoping to discover more information.

Every day, he will inexplicably fall into an illusory state, or in other words, he can no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

In the gap between reality and illusion, he got lost more and more frequently.The burning sensation in the chest became more and more intense as the number of hallucinations increased.

When the consciousness is struggling in the ocean of perception, it seems that some memory is slowly fading away, and something is becoming clearer and clearer in his mind, just waiting for him to trigger it.

almost.

Alger's subconscious told him.

He didn't know what "soon" was, but he had a gut feeling that it wasn't a good thing.But at the same time, he also clearly knew that this inescapable fate was waiting for him ahead.

The mansion that can never be left, the ubiquitous prying eyes, the deception of reality and illusion.

Desperate, desperate.

Twisted, twisted.

Sin, sin.

Chest tightness, nausea nausea.

Whoever comes, fish him out of the mire.

The holy name of the God of Order and Law was on his lips, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his prayers out.

His forehead was sweating, and his chest began to feel hot again.

Probably, possibly, the last time.

Fate watched him ahead.

Suddenly, a loud noise woke him up from his dream.

The identical twin maids broke in through the broken door.

"Alger."

"Alger!"

They rushed up, one left and one right, and dragged Alger up from the bed.

"Come with us."

"Follow us!"

in unison.

Alger was dragged by the two people, almost fell off the bed, managed to stabilize his center of gravity, and was dragged into the corridor by the twin sisters.

"No, there's no way to go there." Alger looked at the familiar corridor and subconsciously said.

The maid who clamped his left arm said, "That's because you went the wrong way, idiot."

The maid holding his right arm continued, "Don't struggle, I won't let you crash to death."

"What?! Hello!"

Amidst Alger's unprepared exclamation, the two maids led him straight up towards the wall at the end of the corridor, and slammed him hard.

……

…………

"Shouldn't you explain something to me?"

Running wildly behind the two maids, the scene on both sides retreated rapidly.

This is a vast hall. The stone floor is so smooth that people can be seen. There are identical portraits hanging on the walls on both sides, and there is not even the slightest difference in the interval between the portraits.

"What explanation do you want to hear?" asked the maid on the left.

"We are still curious, how did you send yourself in?"

The maid on the right answered.

Perhaps, they should not be called maids, but should be called the seventh and eighth executors of the poem of truth, dance of light and shadow.

The Poem of Truth has a total of nine executors.Among them, three were stationed at the gate of hell, one was hidden in the royal city, one was seriously injured and unconscious, one was responsible for the crime, and one was trapped in the enemy camp.

The remaining two are twin sisters who carry out secret missions together.

Bertha, the blood-born mystic, and Cass, the devil's contractor.

"Your secret mission is to undercover the Iris family?" Argel asked while running.

"To be precise, it's the den of undercover devil worshippers."

said Bertha, the older sister, who wears an earring in her left ear.

"After all, the entire executor team, the two of us who are most similar to those fallen compatriots, would have been seen through long ago."

Kath, the younger sister with an earring on her right ear, answered.

Fine.

Alger reluctantly accepted.

"Where are we going?"

"Break out directly," Bertha replied.

Before the words fell, Cass raised her hand and opened it towards the wall not far ahead, and uttered two short syllables.

The black fire drawn from the abyss rose quietly and burned silently. A big hole was instantly melted into the wall, and the damaged area was still expanding.

At the same time, the power of the illusion also began to work, constantly extinguishing the black fire and repairing the leak.

"Quick!" Bertha took the lead and rushed out.

"This is a black fire that can burn the soul, be careful not to touch it." Kath reminded him briskly.

Following behind the two sisters, Alger rushed out of the mansion that seemed impossible to escape forever.

Outside, it was dark.

No stars, no moon, no normal light source.There are only clusters of dark and evil plants emitting faint green light spots.

"Why are you in a daze?" Bertha said.

"It's not over yet." Kath gave him a hand, beckoning him to follow.

"Wait, where is this? Independent demiplane?"

"Hush--can't mention it," said Bertha.

"I've said it, but I won't be able to get out." Kath's tone was full of playfulness.But the words of the devil contractor, no matter how brisk they are, always have a terrifying aura.

"What about my dagger and sword?"

Bertha: "Not here."

Kath: "Huh? There are quite a lot of requests. I saved you, and I want to help you find things."

Alger explained: "It's very important, not just weapons... The dagger was left to me by Ferro, and the sword was given by Burgess."

"Legendary blacksmith Burgess?!" Bertha waved her hand and cut off a poison ivy blocking the way.

"What the fuck, Burgess? The Burgess I know?"

As soon as Kath missed, the black fire burned a large piece of giant man-eating grass.

The fierce reaction of the two sisters caused Alger to have a strong sense of self-doubt, he nodded hesitantly: "Is it..."

"Damn, when did the church get so rich? The wine industry is booming? You can't afford the works of Mr. Burgess even if you sell the church?"

As soon as the conjecture was confirmed, even the relatively stable older sister Bertha began to talk wildly.

"Damn it, why? I haven't changed the summoning key of my old lady for more than ten years! Why don't you treat me differently?!"

Kath fell into an extreme psychological imbalance.

Alger felt unreasonable: "Can you pay attention to your wording? The influence is too bad."

Bertha: "Is there a problem with the wording?"

Kath: "What's the wording?"

Just as Alger was about to speak, Bertha suddenly turned serious: "We're at the door, listen to my password, three—two—"

"One, jump!"

Argel woke up from the bed.

The scene in my mind still stays at just now, and there is only one sentence repeated in my mind——

Why is Bertha the one who starts the countdown, and Kath the one who yells the last number and jump word?

Playing like this is really a test of tacit understanding and reaction!

Just after recovering a little bit, I didn't have time to think about why I was on the bed again, and the door was broken again.

"Alger."

"Alger!"

A pair of twin sisters dressed as maids kicked open the door together, rushed into the room, and dragged him from the bed left and right.

"Come with us."

"Follow us!"

The exact same scene happened again.

Why come again? !

The author has something to say: Reunion in the next chapter (??ω?`)