【Liai】The Blasphemer

1758.11.19Seven Years' War

When the man opened his eyes, it was just dawn outside. He didn't see the sunlight, but felt the morning wind blowing up the yellow dust with regretful whistles.He walked up the long stairs little by little, listening carefully to the sounds outside.

He hadn't woken up when the artillery fire burned the rubble and stumps and shook the ground in the past few days. The shells hit the land again and again, and he could probably imagine the tragedy on the surface-every time.So now he was standing in the middle of the ruins again, the worn-out boots of the soldiers fell in front of him, some torn clothes, a few broken guns, and hundreds of bloody bodies.He closed his eyes and tried to adapt to the sunshine that he hadn't seen for a few days, only to find that there was no sunlight, and half of the sky was covered by a hundred thousand mourning undead.

He shuttled through the ruins, it was too quiet, and he couldn't find any beating heart with his hearing.The smell of blood coagulated in the hardened blood vessels of each corpse filled his sense of smell.His fangs ached and his eyes were bloodshot.War, bloodshed, death.It has been two years, and these three words sum up most of the world.And here he was, walking and stopping in this battlefield that later generations would call the Seven Years' War, the blood in the air was so tempting that it made his stomach queasy.

The last time he ate was when he first came to this small town. He said that it was a small town, but now it has been turned into a veritable war front by the flames of war. It is broken, heroic, and full of scars.What he still remembered was the setting sun in September falling on the tents of the simple medical aid station.No one would ask his name there, there were only rescuers, the wounded and the dead, and he was just an undead.

So he could cut his own wrist at night and mix the blood, drop by drop, into the bucket by the well.He didn't know what he was doing it for, maybe it would give him a little more balance as he bent over to suck the blood from the corpse of the young dead.But he knew that he was doing something in vain.One day, everyone here will die, and the body that has accelerated recovery will join the battlefield one day earlier, and he has accelerated this cruel process, that's all.

So what is he living for?

No, not right.

He is not alive.

"what are you doing?!"

In the medical station in the middle of the night, there were only the painful groans of the wounded except for the heavy breathing. Maybe God was tired of crying, so she saw the devil.The young blond nurse walked past the mortuary tent with a basin of bloody water, and caught a glimpse of the shadow in the darkness.She was taken aback, there was actually standing there... He, a person who didn't look like he should exist here, no matter his clothes or expression.

The basin fell to the ground, and she was terrified. She watched the handsome man in front of her slowly walk out of the shadows and approach her.

"do not be afraid."

Breathing gradually stabilized.She hadn't been shaking like this for two years, never stopped shaking.She originally thought that the moment when she was no longer afraid would be the moment when she ushered in death. She knew that she would not be able to survive the dark war to the end, and she just tried her best to live, just one more day.

"Tell me, what's your name?"

"Petra, sir."

The man's voice was like a bewilderment, and she answered involuntarily.

"Petra Lalu."

"Then, now—"

"Are you a demon?"

She suddenly asked like this, even thinking about it later was funny.

"In the middle of the night, among the dead, to take back my fear."

"Then can you, save them? Gunda, Elder, and..."

She reported a lot of names as if she suddenly found someone to talk to, and tears rolled down her young but dirty face.Tears are obviously the cheapest thing in war, but he hesitated in a thought.

"Whatever it takes," she said.

1882.4.2London

"Mr. Levi, the coffee is on your table."

The man opened his eyes, like waking up from a big dream.He hummed lightly and moved his arms, but he still lay on the sofa in the original position and did not get up.The deaconess did not leave, but stood quietly aside for a while holding the tea tray.

"Make him forget... I mean, Officer Yeager."

The man didn't speak, but hummed again.

She wanted to say something more, but held back.She put the bandages and small blood bottles on the table on the dinner plate to take away and put them away, then opened the curtains, and outside the window was a peaceful morning in London, with just the right sunshine.

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Erwin's desk is always neat and tidy. The current materials are neatly piled up in a small stack on the left, and ink, pens, document paper and coffee cups are on the right.But now, a pair of leather black boots stood in the middle of the desk.

Erwin is used to walking into the office and seeing Levi sitting securely in his place in this pose.He wanted to say more than once that Levi could consider joining the army as a soldier or something, his aura would definitely shock everyone.

"Are you really not going to the dance the night after tomorrow?" Erwin hung up his coat and asked lightly.

"I didn't come here specifically to hear you say this."

"Anyway, many high-ranking officials want to see you by name. Do you want the Queen to invite you in person?"

"Erwin, you seem to be in a good mood."

"Should I say thanks to you, Levi."

Having said this, Levi gave him a nonchalant look.Erwin sighed, and continued unhurriedly, talking about the topic of the previous dance.

"I just wanted to tell you that it was Hanji's intention to let you participate in the dance. Maybe it was necessary—"

"Wait, who are you talking about? Hanji? Zoe?"

"Hmm." Erwin leaned against the table, watching the cold and handsome face gradually show some... wonderful expressions.This is actually a very interesting moment, and it is only these few old people who can make Levi's face show expression.

"...What is that crazy woman doing back here?"

"she--"

"Inspector Erwin, may I come in?"

A familiar voice came to his ears along with the knock on the door, and Erwin immediately retracted what he was going to say.He looks hesitantly at Levi, who gets up, out of the detective's seat, and leans against the blinds instead.

The young detective still looks energetic today, with a vigorous figure, neat and healthy brown hair, and always bright eyes.Levi gives him a flat look before his gaze falls on the stranger.His eyes flicked over the young man's smooth hands and lips, and then quickly moved away.

"Ah, are there any guests?" Allen walked in with a stack of documents, looking at Erwin who was drinking tea and the man who was looking out the window.

"Good afternoon, sir."

He greeted politely, although there was no response.

"I'll go first, we'll talk about the day after tomorrow." Levi waved his hand and left.

Erwin watched all this calmly. The young detective put the documents on his desk as usual. When the man passed him by, he hesitated for a moment in his green eyes. But that hesitation quickly dissipated.

"Did you sleep well last night? I worked hard for you some time ago."

"um, I……"

Allen raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"I had a wonderful dream."