Fairy’s Box

The heavy clanging sound of the metal door came from the ceiling above, and the clear vibration made the chandelier shake a few times.

Is anyone here...

Merlin wriggled his body in the restraint suit, glanced at the slightly flickering fluorescent lamp, sighed softly, and leaned his back against the corner of the wall tiredly.

He didn't know how long he had been arrested, maybe a week, maybe a month. No clock, no calendar, not even a chat partner.

During this period, Merlin had been imprisoned in this dark cage. He had three meals a day to wash and go to bed, and everyone took care of him. The only place he could move freely was his mouth.

However, the mouth can only eat and drink water, losing the function of language.

This was because he was worried that Merlin would use a spell to escape. After Beverley finished asking, he directly gave him a mute shot.

Bang-dang-bang-dang-bang-dang-!

The sound of the metal partition wall gradually opening layer by layer came from far and near, and the iron door of the outer passage of the cell also sounded the sound of the winch turning, and after a few seconds, it opened with a clatter inward.

The bright sunlight poured into the room like a stream of water, like a yellow golden carpet, spreading from the bright entrance all the way to Merlin, making his eyes sting.

Who is this time?

Certainly not the one who delivered the meal and washed himself, because they all went through the inner passage, and this person obviously came in from the outside.

Maybe it's the red-haired interrogator, maybe it's the doctor who gave him a round of dumb needles, maybe it's the executioner who is about to execute the death sentence...whatever...being imprisoned by such an immortal, it might be better to die. .

Before being sent to this cell, Merlin thought of countless ways to try to escape, arguing to death, exchanging interests, and betraying his freedom, but to no avail, and the people in the Governor's Palace convicted him.

well!

I have just crossed the timeline, and before I can implement the plan that has been brewing for a long time, I will face the death penalty. I am really unwilling.

Merlin barely opened his eyes, staring at the figure walking from the light, trying to see his appearance clearly from the shadow.

"I am Pompey."

In the dark shadow of the backlight, an old but powerful voice came out.

"..."

Merlin squinted his eyes and raised his face. As he gradually adapted to the vastness, he saw the face of the other party clearly, and his face suddenly showed a surprised and happy expression.

"I almost forgot, you can't speak now." Pompeo turned his body sideways and waved at the accompanying attendant.

The valet nodded and picked up a syringe from the metal tray in his hand. The syringe was the smallest size and filled with half a tube of blue liquid—the antidote for the mute.

The prison guard who followed them immediately took out the key, stepped forward quickly, and opened the door of the cage.

The attendant passed through the prison door, walked straight to Merlin's side, signaled the other side to start, and then stuck the injection on his neck. The half-pipe of antidote was injected into the Mage's artery along the needle, and the cold liquid quickly melted into the blood and flowed all over the body, which cheered Merlin's sluggish spirit for a long time.

"I want to be alone with him for a while." Pompeo said lightly after seeing the antidote completely injected into Merlin's body.

"Sir, please be careful."

The attendant glanced at the straitjacket on Merlin's body, and without saying anything, he led the crowd back out.

Bang-dang-!

The light was once again swallowed up by the thick separation wall, and the light in the cage dimmed, leaving only the soft light of the fluorescent lamps swaying slightly.

"The reason why I came is because I think you and I are both observers and it is necessary to meet." Pompey smiled and looked at his colleague, stretched out his hand to straighten his toga robe, and sat on his couch.

"you you……"

Merlin stuck his tongue out, adapting to the recovering language function, and said vaguely:

"You...are you here to help me?"

"You and I are peers, but to a certain extent, we are also competitors." Pompeo looked at him with pity, and said with a smile: "The difference is that I won, and you failed before you made a move. ."

"But our goals are the same. The date of the big transfer is getting closer and closer. If we want to stop it, we must strengthen the strength of the princes by all means." Merlin stared at his eyes, and his articulation became clearer as the words were revealed:

"Everything I do is for this."

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm doing."

Pompeo nodded slightly in agreement, and shook his head again:

"But I don't think a piece of loose sand can achieve any purpose. I will only choose the strongest, and the wolves under the command of the lion are the best way to resist the big transfer."

"madness!"

Merlin sneered, squinting his eyes to look at the other party: "None of the princes who rose in the big shift are willing to be controlled by others, do you think you can manipulate him?"

"manipulate……"

Pompeo chewed for a few seconds, showing a hint of enlightenment, and sighed with his long beard: "No wonder you are approaching the unborn red dragon, so you want to manipulate her from a young age... Merlin, you are crazy. "

"We are people who have experienced major transfers and know the specific details of all disasters, but they don't know anything about it. Naturally, we should make arrangements for ourselves. Is there any problem?"

Merlin stared into his eyes and asked blankly.

"If the big transfer is a constant disaster, you may have no problem doing this." Pompeo looked at the cold light in his eyes, his ruddy face gradually turned blue, and replied softly.

"Constant? What do you mean?" Merlin raised his head in surprise.

"Are you the one who came back from the first catastrophe?" Pompeo didn't answer, but asked instead.

"How many times?"

Merlin's expression was frozen on his face. After realizing what he was, he was dumbfounded and silent for a while before exclaiming like crazy:

"Is there another catastrophe after the Eternal Night Catastrophe?"

"That's just one time... The cataclysm of the eternal night is followed by the cataclysm of dusk, the moment of purification... Then the end of the apocalypse, the invasion of the void... Finally, the real judgment day..."

Pompey stretched out the index finger of his left hand and pointed to his chest:

"I'm one of the last people to come back before Judgment Day, one of the surviving survivors in the shelter who has experienced countless variables of disaster."

"..."

Merlin stared at him dumbfounded, and after a long while his lips trembled, he spat out a few syllables:

"This is impossible."

"Therefore."

Pompey pointed to his forehead and said as usual:

"I won't change anything on my own, because catastrophe will also change, I will only assist the person I think is most worthy of allegiance, and he is the leader who leads us to victory. There will be competition in the process, the weak will be eliminated, and the strong will be eliminated. Rising, that's the right way to fight the big shift."

"..."

Merlin was silent for a while, his eyes trembled slightly, and he glanced at the other party:

"You can go in and out of this kind of place at will, and it seems that you are deeply trusted by Black Hawk... I chose Red Dragon to control her easily. Why did you choose him?"

"It's just a gap in information."

Pompey looked at the sparkling fluorescence on the floor, his eyes gradually softened, and he said with a light smile:

"In the early days of the Great Transfer, he was still a loser, but there are not many princes left who are still standing up to the Judgment Day. Although Void Fear is evil, it is always on our side, fighting...until it is destroyed. "

"Where's the red dragon... what's her ending?"

"To cope with the moment of purification, cast a shelter, lost the scabbard, died in the great flood... idealist from beginning to end, staunch enforcer... a hero much remembered and revered by the survivors"

"Is it……"

Merlin gradually closed his eyes, showing a look of exhaustion, and sighed weakly:

"I really didn't see her wrong."

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes: "If you say that, has the battle of destiny in Anterasu ended before it even started?"

"At least I didn't wait until that day. The woman wearing the veil is the same, so she is very persistent. She firmly believes that only the real emperor can lead us to end all disasters." Pompei stroked his white beard and smiled slightly, and gathered his shoulders:

"Of course, it's not too far from what I think."

"Have you seen her?"

"Every observer will leave a mark on the imaginary number corridor. I am the last batch, so I will naturally know some information about the predecessor, and the compass of fate is in her hands, so of course there is more information."

"..."

Merlin opened his mouth and glanced at the other party hesitantly, but in the end he was unable to speak.

"Do you want to ask yourself if there is still a chance?" Pompeo vaguely guessed something.

"Yeah, do I still have a chance?"

"No chance for Merlin." He shook his head slightly regretfully, and explained seriously:

"It's not that I refuse to help, but that you killed a knight of origin with the potential for deification, and someone must be responsible for it. You know, it's not a chaotic era when the order is broken, even if the emperor wants to punish a knight of origin Knight, at best exile. You made an irreparable mistake, you were arrested again, and now no one can save you."

"Lilith can survive." Merlin looked at him coldly.

"But Lilith is a queen, and a queen who has merit and protection! Even the most bitter politicians can't fault the Governor for doing this, and you can only be the culprit."

Pompey stood up with a sigh, walked to the corner, and patted him on the shoulder:

"Look at it from another angle. If Lilith dies, there will be no future red dragon. In other words, you are now trading your life for the birth of the red dragon."

"You're really comforting, but it's a lot better to think about it."

Merlin followed his rhythm and thought about it, and actually felt a lot more relaxed, and his voice regained a little strength:

"If you think about it carefully, if you can die quietly in the warm sunshine, it would be a more ideal ending than going through those hardships again."

"yes."

Pompey stared at the fluorescent lamp in a trance, his right hand resting on his long beard, and his eyes showed reminiscence: "The terrible nightmares of the past are still by my side, for me now, even a breath of clean air is rare. enjoy."

"Judgment Day in Antrasu is in the future"

Merlin's eyes were looking straight ahead, his expression was calm, and he asked calmly, "When is my judgment day?"

"After half a month."

Pompeo carefully observed his expression and found that the other party was surprisingly calm, so he continued: "I will come to see you often in the past two weeks. If you have any unfulfilled wishes, please let me know."

"Sunlight."

Merlin blurted out, and at the same time, his eyes moved upward, staring at the dim fluorescent lamp, and muttered:

"I'm fed up with fluorescent lights... so fed up..."

...

"I'm back!"

A sweet and energetic voice was introduced into the room through the door panel. The next moment, the door panel of the compound door bounced open. Just as Yale put down the things in his hand, Charlene was already hanging on his body, giggling. :

"did you miss me?"

"Think! I want to die." The black-haired knight answered the question according to the standard answer.

"Really?" She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"real."

Yale stretched out his hand and pulled the green-haired girl off his body and put it on his lap: "A lot of things have really happened during your absence, and I'm exhausted."

"I know, it's a cult thing."

Charlene raised her chin high and stroked her chest with one hand confidently, as if she was in control of everything: "I heard what they did in Glamorgan, it's so stupid."

"How to say?"

The black-haired knight immediately raised his eyebrows.

"There are only two situations now, one is that the black goat goddess will be resurrected, and the other is that the black goat goddess will not be resurrected."

The green-haired girl raised two white fingers and explained seriously:

"If the Black Goat Goddess is going to be resurrected, those stupid cultists are too stupid to make news at this time, and even if you are stupid to make news, you can't just come here. You can't paralyze the whole thing in one go. Celtic Island's countermeasure system, so what's the use of making trouble other than increasing our vigilance?"

"Makes sense." Yale nodded again and again.

"The second case, the imminent resurrection of the Black Goat Goddess is false news. If so, what are the cultists doing this for? Is it just to demonstrate to us?"

"I understand what you said, but the problem is that you can't use ordinary people's thoughts to speculate about lunatics."

The black-haired knight touched his chin and said calmly:

"So far, all the information we have has pointed to the cultists, but I won't take it lightly, because there are still a lot of doubts. But no matter what, the cultists must do their best to clean it up, but it's not yet time."

"Are you worried about the lack of manpower?" Charlene blinked at him.

"no."

Yale shook his head and said softly:

"A few days ago, there was an assassination against Lydia, and yesterday there was another assassination against Goethe and Lolo. If I hadn't arrived in time, the assassin might have succeeded. Someone must be watching us secretly, How can I exterminate the cult with peace of mind if I don't take this group of people into the pot?"

"Assassination...is it a cult?" the green-haired girl asked with a frown.

"I'm not sure, but it's possible."

The black-haired knight handed her a sketch in his hand:

"This is a parasite I drew from memory. The body of the assassin is full of these disgusting bugs. Can you help me find the source of this bug?"