Night World Players

Chapter 117 You are my hero (two in one)

"Protagonist?"

Last was also standing on the edge of the cliff, and together with the girl beside him, he silently stared at the words written in the dim sky.

"Yes, the protagonist."

The ice-blue-haired queen nodded vigorously.

"Just like what's said in that fairy tale book, the boy who dreams of becoming a knight and the lonely witch who brings plague—"

"Meet, get to know, and understand each other..."

"Then, fall in love."

She wrote a little faster, and her fingertips moving up and down seemed to be outlining some piano score.

"In fact, I was a little confused at first. Why did you refuse my blessing, Rust? Why didn't you let me use my power to turn you into an eternal appearance like Anna?"

"But now, I seem to understand a little bit."

Helen turned her head and gazed at the royal city lying on the ground in the distance.

"Those foreigners in the royal city have never received my blessing."

"They have short lives, are plagued by disease, and slowly age and die, just like..."

The icy blue words in the air paused slightly.

"Like what?" Luster asked.

"Like a butterfly in a glass case, beautiful, yet fragile and short-lived."

"Like the morning dew, it is fleeting."

Butterfly in a glass dome.

Last didn't expect Helen to come up with such a metaphor.

It was only a short month, but this queen who used to be uncommunicative seemed to have made a qualitative leap in her ability to communicate with others.

However, this metaphor is just right.

Last couldn't help but think of the biology homework in elementary school in his previous life. The fat silkworms and mulberry leaves were handed out in paper boxes, and the homework was to observe the changes in the silkworms every day and write them down as observation diaries and hand them in.

So, in just one month.

He recorded in his diary the whole process of the silkworm growing bigger, spitting out white silk to wrap itself into a cocoon, and finally turning into a moth, flying out of the cocoon, and stopping on the wall of the box until it died.

It may seem insignificant to primary school students, but a month-long biology homework represents the entire life of silkworms.

And perhaps in the eyes of Helen, the Queen of the Underworld who holds the power of "Death" and whose life is almost eternal... she and other refugees, who have not been blessed, are no different from silkworms and will die if they are not careful.

"but……"

Helen's handwriting suddenly fluctuated.

"On the faces of those strangers, I saw smiles I had never seen before."

"On Anna, on the faces of those maids and the subjects I blessed, there were smiles of happiness that I had never seen before."

There was a hint of confusion in her dark purple eyes: "Laster, you are right."

"Birth, growth, aging, death... experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, separation, and reunion, these are the unique beauties of human beings, a short-lived and fragile creature."

"What I thought was a blessing in the past, the eternity bestowed upon my subjects... is in fact not a blessing, but a curse. It will deprive them of this beauty."

"Transformed living humans into specimens."

"Although it may appear alive on the outside, it is already dead on the inside, a mere phantom of its past."

"So in the eyes of the world, my existence itself should be a mistake."

"Because the word 'justice' and the morality that defines it were created only for humans."

"Just like the incarnation of disaster in the Silver Wings Chronicle, the Lone Witch of Poison who was born to bring plague and death to the world... She is an existence that the Church of Light, which represents justice, must defeat."

In the sunset, the girl's eyes drooped slightly, like a cat that had done something wrong.

But soon, Helen raised her head again and looked straight at Rast with her dark purple eyes.

"And what you represent, Rast, is justice."

"[Shore Keeper], right?"

"Although my memory is a little fuzzy, I still remember my mother telling me this name."

"It is an organization whose sole purpose is to continue human civilization. It is a messenger of justice that hunts witches, just like the Church of Light in the Silver Wings Chronicle."

Looking at the words written word by word in the air, Last's heart was stunned for a moment.

I didn't expect that Her Majesty the Queen had even noticed the existence of the shore guard team... as well as her own existence, and the irreconcilable opposition and conflict between her and the shore guards.

But even so, the girl's dark purple eyes looking at him remained unchanged from the past month, with a hint of trust and closeness.

"So, you are not afraid of me from the Shore Watcher?"

Last asked softly, "Just like the Plague Witch in the Silver Wings Chronicle, who was harmed by the holy light of the six-winged seraph, the incarnation of the God of Light."

"No, I'm not afraid."

Helen shook her head vigorously.

"Because in my heart, Rust, you are not the six-winged seraph of the Church, but the protagonist who dreams of becoming a knight."

"And just like what is said in that fairy tale book, even if it is a knight from the Church and a witch hunted by the Church, there must be a way for them to understand each other."

The girl's pupils reflected the blood-red sunset in the dim sky.

"So, can you tell me about it?"

"Last, your affairs, your past."

“My past?”

Looking at the ice-blue words dancing in front of him, and the eyes cast towards him with a hint of curiosity and request.

Rast calculated the time silently in his mind.

When he found that there was still some gap from the expected time, he nodded slightly.

Rast walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down, gazing at the city in the distance that was crawling on the ground and looming in the twilight, and began to tell the story softly.

"In fact, my past is not worth mentioning."

"It's just a story about a person trapped in a desperate situation, struggling ugly and constantly in order not to lose himself..."

……

In reality, in the Mystery Tower, next to the Epoch Tombstone, the image on the projection screen swayed like water waves.

It reflects the two people sitting side by side on the cliff and talking under the evening sky, like silhouettes in the twilight.

"I didn't expect that Xiao Xia already knew everything."

In Dean Yin's secondary dimensional warehouse, the stock of dried fish has been completely used up. With no snacks to eat at the moment, he has to focus all his attention on the light curtain.

When seeing the Queen of the Underworld Helen expose those coincidences without any concealment, not only Last... even Dean Yin and Ophelia who were watching the live broadcast outside the world wall, were stunned.

I'm afraid that the originally sweet love comedy with the two of them being alone together... suddenly changes to "Days in Paradise" where the queen of the underworld goes on a killing spree and kills all the unfaithful and ungrateful people.

But the final development of the event was somewhat beyond the expectations of the man and the mink.

"But it's so strange. Knowing that everything is fake and arranged by others, the Queen doesn't have any resistance at all?"

Dean Yin shook his furry tail and said, "If it were me, I would definitely flip the table and make a scene if I knew someone dared to write a script and interfere with my life."

"Little Snow Ferret, you look so indifferent right now, so it's not convincing at all to say such things."

Ophelia's cold voice came from not far away.

"Actually, this is not surprising." She stared at the girl with long ice-blue hair in the light curtain: "The Queen of the Underworld Helen and Axia are actually the same person, but some of her memories were suppressed by the Night World and she was temporarily forgotten."

"But even so, Akshia's subconscious desire to help Rast in the night world still remains in her soul, preventing her from thinking of hurting him."

"Besides - even if we put all that aside, why would the Queen of the Underworld resist?"

Ophelia's wine-red eyes flickered:

"Even though she knows it's just false courtesy, the compliments of youth and beauty will still make the elderly lady happy... Even if the love words are cheesy and exaggerated, they can still capture the heart of someone who lacks love."

"For Her Majesty the Queen, who has never seen the outside world, this is a pink and dreamy journey. This short month has carried too many firsts for her. These are memories that are deeply engraved in the depths of her soul and cannot be replaced no matter how many storms she goes through."

"It's just like how many wealthy businessmen and nobles, after becoming successful, still miss the senior schoolmate they met when they were young the most."

"White Moonlight is something that has such unreasonable lethality."

The second princess paused for a moment and said, "Although it is just a false lie, no one can deny the beauty of this trip."

"This is a memory that will never fade, no matter what happens in the future, no matter fate or gods.

"That's all...that's enough."

Dean Yin glanced at Ophelia beside him.

Even though he is just a minor, he is very good at calculating people's hearts...

It is no wonder that the great nobles in the imperial capital are so wary of the second princess.

If the current trend continues, by the time she comes of age, even the children of the great nobles will have to listen to Ophelia's name to stop their night cries.

This is also the reason why Dean Yin is a little afraid of Ophelia.

Although she is young, her mind is very deep, not at all like her sister who is pure and innocent.

"Speaking of little Tina's sister, aren't you worried at all?"

Dean Yin shook his tail and said, "What Xiao Xia wrote just now specifically asked that guy to be the male protagonist of her story... This is a complete confession, isn't it!"

"This is the confession of a queen of a country who is close to legendary status."

"I knew your intentions and background were all ill-intentioned, and that everything between us was a fake script and performance, but I still confessed to you."

"Plus, in the fairy tale book Silver Wing Chronicles, their identities perfectly match, and they are the male and female protagonists who are the same, as if they were chosen by fate."

"In this situation, any normal man would be moved, right?"

Dean Yin looked at Ophelia curiously, carefully observing her expression: "I feel more and more that... Little Tina is going to be cheated on."

However, some things were beyond Dean Yin's expectations.

In its impression, the Second Princess was always the one with the ultimate sister complex, but at this moment, her wine-red eyes did not fluctuate at all.

She still stared at the scene in the light screen calmly: "It's okay, I believe in my brother-in-law's character."

"He is like a machine, moving forward only towards the goal in his mind, ignoring any obstacles, and will never be slowed down by the scenery along the way."

"If that's the case, didn't you tell me that yourself, little snow ferret? Why are you not confident now?"

"I……"

Dean Yin was stunned, obviously not expecting Ophelia to ask such a question.

It came back to its senses after a long time: "But, as long as it is beautiful enough, then when a lie is repeated ten thousand times, the lie will become the truth..."

Even the coldest and hardest person would have his or her heart melted in the face of such beauty... That's how it should be.

"No, it's not, little ferret."

Ophelia shook her head and interrupted Dean Silver's statement.

“A lie can never become the truth even if it is repeated ten thousand times.”

“And those who can be deceived by a lie that has been repeated ten thousand times and believe it to be true… in the final analysis, it is because they were confused from the beginning and never had a firm belief in it and were willing to fight for it all their lives.”

She stared at the black-haired boy who was leaning against the cliff in the light curtain, with a clear outline in the dusk.

An unnatural blush suddenly appeared on that delicate, porcelain doll-like face.

“I should have discovered it earlier.”

"Someone like my sister, who will not be shaken by any doubts from the outside world and can stick to her own principles from beginning to end..."

"How could the person she chose to make her change be someone who is just handsome and nice to talk to?"

"If Rast is really just the ordinary person you said, then he is not qualified to be my brother-in-law."

Ophelia took a deep breath, and the blush on her fair face slowly faded away.

And her gaze towards the light curtain gradually calmed down.

"Compared to these, what I am more curious about is what they call "shore guards"."

"Last's internal code name for the academy, a secret organization in the Sixth Epoch whose ultimate goal is to continue human civilization, and the existence that defines the word "justice"..."

"What is the connection between the two organizations, the Shore Keepers and the Gravekeepers?"

"Where did the fate of the shore guards end up?"

"It was buried in the mist of history along with the end of the Sixth Epoch."

"Or... has it continued to this day?"

(End of this chapter)