【Liai】The Blasphemer

Grisha's anger subsided faster than Allen imagined.

When Allen watched him play chess with Almin, and then talked about his childhood fun, Allen even wondered whether that night in the forest a few days ago really existed.He's sure Erwin made it all right... and probably Hanji too.The detective who is good at communicating and negotiating with people, and the enthusiastic and sharp lady are really a special combination.He was sure that he didn't want to re-discuss the issue of the blood race with his father, and obviously the other party didn't want to, so he tacitly agreed and lived in peace.

It is also worth mentioning that when the first rose that Alan received was withered, he received new flowers.The crimson roses that had just bloomed fell on the windowsill of his attic in the same way.There is also a note tied to the little bat's paw.That was the first time he saw Levi's handwriting, a date and a place were recorded in beautiful cursive English, and the reason was not explained, but he was happy enough for this unknown appointment.

Time moves forward quietly, and the prosperity of the empire on which the sun never sets seems to have no end.The city ushered in the first rain in early summer, and everything was as comfortable as if any dark story had never happened.

Do you think this is the end?

The sky in London is pale. It has just rained but it has not cleared up. It still can't get rid of the impression of a layer of fog.Levi was walking on the side of the road in casual clothes, and a young coachman at the intersection took off his hat and saluted him, probably for a few pennies he gave on an impromptu trip.

What's it like to be remembered and recognized when we meet again?

The man nodded slightly and walked past him.They always pretend to be the same as human beings, with basic necessities of life, but they will not live, grow old, get sick and die.They live in one place for a period of time, and then leave quietly before they become familiar with everyone around them, so that people will gradually forget their ageless appearance while the time is still advancing.

Maybe many years later, the little girl who has grown up will occasionally think of a beautiful blonde sister who put a few fruit candies in the palm of her hand at this street corner, and a Mr. Holding a black umbrella, standing under the street lamp shaking newspapers.There are also two gentlemen with very friendly smiles who will play marbles with the boys in the square on Saturday evening, and then go to an unknown quiet bar for a drink or two.Their names are hidden behind the quiet years. When someone finds out that they have gone away, they will probably guess, oh, another trip with no destination.

They decided to leave again.

Levi arrives a little earlier than the scheduled time, and he lights a cigarette.The vacated house and the locked garden seemed to have become irrelevant to him, and he stood under the lamppost waiting for the planned farewell.He heard the carriage stop not far away, and someone was approaching at a trot.The higher-than-average sense of hearing of the blood race magnifies the opponent's panting with his footsteps, and it feels like his breathing is next to his ears.

He saw him, young Yeager.As if he had completely turned over the haze of the past few days, for him there was no long-term sad expression on his face.He, well-mannered and bright-eyed, is a possibility that Levi can't reach.

Like light, the unknown, and hope.

"Mr. Levi... have you been waiting long?"

"not at all."

It is a wonderful thing to have such a farewell, which did not exist in the past century.A person who walks away has something to worry about, so he loses his determination.Levi looks at the way the moon looks in the night sky and thinks of its reflection in the Thames.The moonlight swayed, and the water waves pushed layer by layer to the invisible end of the black river.Some people say that he is grateful for rebirth, he said that he never fears the unknown, and that no one's life in his mouth has ever been monotonous black and white.

"Then, what's the rush?"

"Ellen."

No matter how much you deny, no matter how much you miss, no matter how much you regret.Where there is a curse, there must be a prayer.This is probably the case, his sincerity, his frankness, and the kindness and beauty of his humanity have touched the tough wall that wraps your heart.You know that such a person is not the only one in this world, but it happens to be him, it happens to be him, he becomes the only one for you.The alarm bell has sounded since before he took the initiative to donate blood. He awakened the hunger in your soul. You are obviously a blasphemer, but you don’t want him to be a guardian.You should have been scared a long time ago, a pair of green eyes see through all the years and growth rings you want to hide, mottled, humble, and lonely.So now you're going to put him back in the blank space, which is really a selfish and great decision.

"Do you want to travel far away?"

"Hey?"

You must have thought about monopolizing his life and making him just like you. This may be the ending someone would like to see, but it is always wrong.You know letting him go will mean a lot more than keeping him around, and you know he's already given you enough—the barbed and wrinkled love, regret, and , bloody redemption.

"We're leaving."

"……us?"

"Look at me, Ellen."

He replied cautiously, with uneasiness flashing in his eyes, you did not hesitate, even though you swore a poisonous oath not to use this trick against him again.But now, you force him to look into your eyes, and then he can no longer escape, if he is under a restraining spell, he can only be manipulated by you.This process is extremely difficult, for the heart.Especially if, in addition, he said in a trembling voice——

"Are you satisfied?!"

"I have to go."

"But you don't have to!"

You suddenly remembered the night when you first met, the street was also so dark, and the lights were at such a right angle, leaving you in the dark, but the light fell on his face.You can see the lines in his pupils, and he keeps trying to read your expression.But now, he can't see anything clearly, and at this moment, there are only blurred outlines left in those beautiful eyes.

"I'm going to hate you, Levi...you can't do that!"

He was so anxious that he even forgot his honorific title. At midnight on July 1882, 7, the man stubbed out his last cigarette.Gently hugging the young man in front of him, he raised his head slightly and left a kiss on the corner of his lips.The expression of the young man was very rich, unlike any person he had seen in the past who was facing death, but he was more struggling and desperate.But there are always people who firmly believe that forgetting is better than caring, that memories still exist as long as one person stays behind, and hope that they should be completely clean and let go.

"You won't remember everything about me, including the grudges."

He broke the contract, but it was enough to overcome a moment of affection.