[Haen] I will sleep with you tonight

Chapter 15 PART.15

At the moment when the incident happened, Enleko watched his body go from nothing to nothing until the last moment when he lost consciousness——

Everything seems to come to a full stop.

Return to the starting point, return to the end, return to nothingness.

He opened his eyes, and it was raining heavily outside, and the crackling rain was mixed with thunderous thunder.

He should have been terrified, maybe even out of control.

This was originally his primitive fear, but it wasn't.

What was spinning in the mind of the magician at this moment still seemed to be the picture that had stayed in the last second.He looked at his hand, stretching and contracting the joints, his body was solid, strong and full of power, he knew how terrifying power it could release.

He is the direct descendant of Hades Helis, the head of the Four Sages, the Lord of the Dead, the Holy Prophet, Enleco Pros Roland.

All this is so familiar, after all, this is the world that belongs to his time dimension.

But Enleco couldn't help but feel a strange sense of alienation.

And that person, that person's expression was so desperate, it even faintly hurt his heart.

Is man an animal that can truly understand his own heart until it is irretrievable?

Enleco didn't know.

But how many people in this world really understand their own hearts?

And soon, Enleco clearly understood the beginning and end of all this.

It was not much different from what he had expected. Sure enough, it was another experiment by Teacher Chris.

He was greeted by Chris' piercing and high-pitched laughter: "So, my experiment was successful?"

Obviously all of this is so ordinary, but Enleco feels a deep exhaustion from the bottom of his heart.

—What is he expecting?Teacher Chris has always been like this, her enthusiasm for magic has not changed from the beginning to the end, and he is just a very useful tool to help her go further and further on the road of magic.

There is no such pure and infatuating love between them.

But if it was His Excellency the Duke, the result might be different.

Perhaps he was reluctant to let himself take such a risk.

Enleco's unusually depressed mood was undoubtedly discovered by Chris. She squinted her eyes, and a few traces of lightning were faintly twined around her fingertips. Even until now, she has never had much mode of getting along with Enleco. change.

Maybe, but it's always irrelevant.

She said coldly, "Do you have any questions?"

Looking at those electric lights, only then did Enleco realize that his fear of this electric shock was not as deep as before. It seemed that he was no longer captured by fear because of it, and he was no longer frightened by it.But when he thought about why, the exhaustion in his heart became more intense.

He sighed, "Mr. Chris, I will report to you later for more follow-ups. For now, let me calm down alone for the time being."

He really, really needs to take a break.

Hatred, depression, madness, despair, death... It seems that everyone is locked in their own predetermined destiny, struggling and unable to break free.

Various familiar faces flashed from Enleco's memory.The memory is so vivid, as if everything that happened is still yesterday.

He's been thinking a lot lately.

Enleco is undoubtedly lucky. He is much luckier than those who lost their lives in the war. He has obtained the pinnacle of glory and achievement that a human being can obtain.

Since this is destiny, does it represent the end of the immortal self?

But after obtaining eternal life for so many years, he seemed to gradually understand why the consul Wright, who was suppressed under the altar, finally lost his mind and lost his mind.

How many people spend their whole lives chasing eternal life, but is eternal life really so good?not necessarily.After so many years have passed, the faces of his contemporaries are getting old, gradually turning into bones and tombstones.

There are both his enemies and his friends, including his father, wife, and heirs.

Only he and Chris are the same as always.

But losing is such a painful thing.

No matter how lucid and sane he is, even immersing himself in the world of magic cannot fill the pain and emptiness he feels from the loss of relatives and friends.

This kind of emptiness is something that a person with emotions cannot escape no matter what.

After all, not everyone can be considered a god.At least Enleco felt that he was not.

Even though the God of Destiny has contributed to this, he is still a mortal.

He will be timid, empty, painful... and miss and yearn for people and things that make him free from it all.

But now everything seems out of reach.

'If only I had been nicer to him then...'

A certain debt-like emotion gradually eroded the magician's heart.But so what?What can be saved?

After all... there is no future, day and night are too rare.

People may really be a kind of living beings who will not know how to cherish until they are truly lost and irretrievable.

Sommeret found that since the appearance of that Miss Feinasia, he has become increasingly confused about Haigeello's thoughts.

Ever since that Miss Feinasia broke up with Hagrid at the ball, she seemed to have disappeared from the world.Even Kobe Leo didn't know where she was going.

It was as if this person had never appeared in this world at all.

What surprised Sommeret even more was Haigeello's attitude.

Sommeret thinks he understands the other party. He feels that an expert like him who is well versed in human psychology is facing a friend who has been like him for many years. Of course, he knows it very well.What's more, Haigeello is still tied to such a shackle of fate.

But now it seems that he doesn't know each other that well.

After losing the trace of Miss Feinasia, everyone thought that Heigero was on the verge of losing his mind—this was well-founded, and it was a curse to operate according to the fate of Heigero’s ancestors The first step to fulfillment.

This cursed crazy and persistent blood relationship, those incomparable love and strong hatred, are doomed that they cannot easily let go of the one they love.

This is the beginning of a tragedy that no one wants to see.

But Haigeello was much calmer than he imagined.He didn't wantonly search for the lady, nor did he lose his composure too much.He was living his own life normally, which made Sommeret feel extremely incredible, and even produced some other guesses.

Hercules III delivered the drawings left by the little magician to Kobe Leo, and at the same time put the intensive transformation of the underground magic circle of the palace on the agenda.

As an important minister, as a powerful paladin and magician, Hercules III did not hesitate to sneak Shuangjie Sun and Moon and Kobe Liotti to the scene to supervise the work.

In the face of high-intensity investment, the transformation of the magic circle has come to an end.The more critical this moment is, the more unable to relax.And as a witness of the great war, Haigeello clearly knows how dangerous the things suppressed underground are.

When Sommeret walked to Haigeello, the other party was watching the report intently.The related drawings and reports have already been reproduced and transferred to the hands of the magicians. The one he is holding now is obviously a manuscript written by Miss Feinasia.

Read it over and over again.

He is not a magician who is familiar with magic. This manuscript is undoubtedly a priceless treasure for magicians, but it is not the case for Haigeello.

— but it is still precious.

It belonged to Fenassia after all.

Somyret: "You look fine. I see that you have been so calm recently, and thought that Miss Feinasia is not that important in your heart. But now it seems that it is obviously not. She is still your destiny. "

He stared at Haigeello with a rather meaningful expression: "I thought you were going to fall."

Those crazy and persistent loves, after a period of indulging, seem to have transformed into something deeper, stickier and lingering at this moment.

Haigeello knew exactly what charade he was playing.Sommeret is also quite clear about the curse of his family.

And it can be said that he himself hates this curse very much, no one wants to be bound by this curse.But Hagrid knew very clearly that this curse was just an addition, but his love for the little magician did not come from this curse.

Curses cannot produce love.The magic emperor probably saw through what the sharpshooter Diccoloni was pursuing in his heart, so he made the curse.

——'Since you have love in your heart, I will make you lose your love and suffer for the rest of your life! '

This is the real core of the curse.

If their family had not pursued their true love for generations and lived an ordinary life with an ordinary person, then this curse would not have a chance to be fulfilled, let alone so many tragedies.

It's just that you can't love, but how many people in this world are lucky enough to meet their true love in their lifetime?

There are even people who are born lacking in the ability to love.

It's a pity that the crazy pursuit of love is born in their blood.The ending of not being loved is the most terrible and deadly curse for Haigello's family.

It is the desire that kills.

One night, one thought, one thought for a lifetime.

From the moment he saw Fenassia who was the incarnation of the little magician, his life was doomed.

Haigeello put away the manuscript: "Those who can't step on the ground will fall. If there is an abyss, I am already in the abyss, so how can I fall?"

——In the most sincere and beautiful words, announce the most tragic and desperate judgment.Love with all your heart and soul the person you shouldn't love the most, suffer the pain of ruin while alive, and be abandoned by the world after death, and pass on from generation to generation.

Haigeello recounted the curse to Sommeret once again in a flat manner: "None of my ancestors could escape under this curse. Do you think I will be the lucky one? And if this curse still comes true , but I am neither ruined nor abandoned by the world—”

He twitched the corner of his lips lightly, perhaps wanting to smile, but finally returned to the original position smoothly.The eyes are very gentle.

"My Fenny will definitely come back."

They talked normally about the sight of Miss Finassia, who might or might never reappear.It wasn't too surprising for Sommeret to find out...his bad friend has really changed a lot.

...was that brief time with that young lady that really changed him?

—Sometimes, getting solace from a specific person is indeed the quickest way to happiness.And during that time, Haigeello's joy and happiness were obvious.

Even if this happiness comes fleetingly.

But since he knew that his body might be smashed to pieces, he still had no hesitation. This kind of lonely courage is really too cruel.

But this seems to be the normal state of the Haigeello family again.

Infatuation to the point of determination, madness to the point of breaking bones.

Somiret looked at him, froze for a moment, still couldn't help sighing, and stopped looking at him: "...you really deserve to be a lover."

"Mummy."

Sommeret stroked his mustache and muttered to himself: "The magic of love is really scary."

Suddenly, the blond young man next to him felt something in a trance. He looked up at the ceiling and said, "I'll take a look under the altar."

As soon as he turned around, his footwork was wonderful, like a gust of wind, like the shadow of a moon, and disappeared from Somiret's eyes in an instant.Somiret shook his head, feeling helpless at this activist who said what to do.

But soon, he felt something was wrong.This is an abnormality from the outside world that he can feel even as a strategist who is not good at fighting.There were terrified cries from outside, and the steady pace of the magicians became panicked in an instant.

Sommeret almost lost his composure due to the sudden violent earthquake. He took a few steps, and hurriedly supported the wall to stand firm. The huge mercury chandelier above the altar was shaking violently. There was a loud roar.

Like whining, like roaring, it seems that the devil incarnated from greed and hatred has a frightening and earth-shattering destructive power.

— came to the world.