Fairy’s Box

"Does this mean that if I give up the wish just now, I will end up like the seal?" Hagen stared at the seal that died suddenly, his face twitched, and asked coldly.

"If you insist, this is indeed the case. It's just that there will be a corresponding punishment for giving up one's wishes."

Yale raised his eyes and glanced at the other party. He stretched out his hand and brushed across the table. The cards spread out and gathered together. They quickly folded into a neat pile, and he held it in his hand again:

"It's possible to realize your wish, and there is no risk if you don't give up. Compared with many so-called wish spells, its side effects are already very small, isn't it?"

"..."

Hagen didn't say anything else, acquiescing to his words.

"Looks like you can understand, that's the best way."

The black-haired knight smiled cheerfully, his fingers skillfully played the cards, and these thin sheets of paper flew like butterflies, like a magic trick.

"So, are you ready for another round?" Yale waved his hands to arrange the cards, staring into his eyes.

"certainly!"

Hagen nodded without hesitation and closed his eyes.

From what he saw and heard just now, he already believed that cards had magic power. In this case, he had to try whatever he said.

"..."

The black-haired knight was silent for a long time, his eyes gradually became solemn, and he looked at the tarot cards arranged in a card array on the table. The stair-like overlapping cards suddenly trembled, and a wavy fold from the beginning to the end pushed one of the cards over.

"Can I draw cards?"

He opened his eyes and looked directly at the card array.

"No need, this is the second stage."

Yale took out the flipped card, pressed it on the table, flicked it, and sent it directly to the opponent:

"This is your card."

"..."

Hagen lowered his head to take the card, stared at the pattern on it, picked it up silently, and faced the card face:

"What's the meaning?"

"It is a symbol of judgment, and this tarot card depicts an angel blowing a trumpet to redeem the dead who hear this music."

The black-haired knight didn't look at it, he slowly moved the card array on the table, and said lightly:

"The most intuitive meaning is that the trumpet of the angel can awaken the emotions of all people. Even the sinner who has repented has the hope of redemption. The trumpet of the angel symbolizes that the old concept has died, and people are embracing the new world under the call of music."

"Sounds a little inexplicable... So what about the divination results?"

Hagen shook his head, and suddenly felt a burst of tightness in his chest, as if there was something heavy stagnating in his chest.

"It means the joy of resurrection, healing, confession, first appearances, revived love, reunion, and . . . the miracle of love."

When Yale said this, he could pause for a while, pay attention to the other party's expression, and say mercilessly:

"At the same time, its opposite is slump, disillusionment, withholding, bad news, indecision, lack of purpose, lack of progress, elimination, reluctance. Doing things without clear judgment, unable to fill the spiritual void. As far as feelings are concerned, you are constantly Recalling the good old days, not willing to face the problems at hand.”

"enough!"

Hagen's face was ashen, his facial lines were tense, and his muscles twitched exaggeratedly:

"You secretly investigate me!"

"Do you need it? Everyone knows about you and Miss Misera."

The black-haired knight sat indifferently, looked at him indifferently, stretched out his left hand, and when he opened his palm upwards, the tarot card representing judgment had returned to his hand:

"Now, the hour of judgment has come, and if you make a wish, it will answer your wish."

"You mean... Misera will come back to me!?"

The anger on Hagen's face vanished in an instant, his nose was constantly fluttering because of excitement, and he looked at him with a suspicious but eager look.

"Yes."

There was a smile in Yalei's eyes, the light in the depths of his pupils seemed to penetrate everything, he raised his index finger, and the tarot cards slowly rotated like a roulette:

"But I want to remind you that the way these cards can fulfill their wishes has its limitations. You also saw the scene just now, it will fulfill your wishes in a destructive way, and once you go back on it, this destructive force will affect you. body."

"The way of destruction...what do you mean?"

"Simply put, if you want Misera back to you, the card will neither turn back time nor change her mind. However, it will kill the men who have a relationship with her other than you, and let the Misera can only be with you."

The black-haired knight flicked his fingers, and the card crossed an arc and fell in front of the opponent like a white light, standing straight on the table:

"It means that your beloved woman, her current partner, will die."

"..."

Hagen stared at the angel who was staring at him on the card, took a deep breath, followed the throbbing in his chest, reached out and squeezed the card, but hesitantly put it down:

"I chose happiness, does that mean Misera will suffer?"

"Do you think you're the savior? No, you're nothing, you can't be perfect."

Yale showed a sarcastic smile and looked at him contemptuously:

"The fact is right in front of you. The price of Misera's happiness today is your past pain. You can't forget her no matter what, and time can't dilute everything, so you can only suffer all the time. If your concept of love is to pay , giving, unilateral and endless giving, then I advise you, it is better to commit suicide."

"What did you say!?"

Hagen slapped the desk in anger, every line on his face twisted, and countless complex expressions loomed in it.

"Am I wrong?"

The black-haired knight's voice still did not fluctuate, but each word was as powerful as a hammer:

"Why do you hesitate? Because you know very well that even if you get her, you will not be happy, and the shadows of the past may swallow you at any time. Even if you kill Misera's husband and all her partners, you still can't get it. Relief, it's just a spell for you."

"..."

Hagen was stunned, the whole was like an ice sculpture, frozen in this space.

"Think carefully, where is the source of your pain..."

Yale stood up, walked to the other side, held the hand that was holding the card, and raised it in front of him, his voice contained demagogic magic:

"So, do you know who you should judge?"

"Yes...that's it...the source of my pain...is Misela..."

Hagen's face changed. Although he was standing in the same place, his body seemed to be under great pressure and kept trembling. His eyes turned to the tarot cards, and he gradually became cold and crazy:

"This time, I choose to judge her!"

boom--!

The muffled thunder seemed to be the roar of a giant in the ear, and the terrifying lightning flashed among the clouds, and the nearby buildings trembled, and there was a faint scream in the black darkness.

"Wish fulfilled."

Following the dark-haired knight's emotionless voice, the tarot card symbolizing judgment turned into countless particles of light and disappeared. At the same time, Misera's head fell from the sky and landed heavily on the table.

"Misera..."

Hagen picked up his lover's head, stared at the lifelike face that didn't even realize death was coming, and suddenly burst into laughter, so intense that there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

Laughing and laughing, he started whimpering, then sobbing, and finally curled up in a ball, holding her head and howling.

"Why...why did it become like this..."

Hagen hugged Misera's head tightly, crying helplessly, the madness in his eyes gradually subsided, replaced by endless remorse, the pain burned his body like fire, making him almost convulsed.

"Does it hurt?"

Yale squatted down and supported his shoulders from behind:

"Compared to the pain of the past, the pain of the past is not worth mentioning. So you regret it, and you feel that it is better to give up completely than to kill her. Even if it is a stranger, it is better than it is now, what I said. wrong?"

"You are a devil!"

Hagen's voice was almost distorted, and he looked at him with fire-breathing eyes, as if he wanted to tear it to pieces.

"correct answer."

The black-haired knight calmly opened the deck, held it in his hand like a paper fan, took out a card, and threw it in front of him: "But sometimes, demons are more generous than gods."

Tarot Cards - The World.

This is a card that symbolizes permanent and lasting success, meaning infinite possibilities, all things can be achieved, all dreams can be realized, and nothing is impossible.

"It will answer your last wish." Yale grabbed the opponent's arm and helped him up.

"..."

When Hagen got up, Misera's head had disappeared, replaced by the 'Judgment'. The man's expression immediately froze on his face, his expression was constantly distorted by the violent emotional fluctuations, and it took two minutes before he recovered from tears of joy.

"You mean, Misera is still alive!?"

His whole body was suddenly full of anger, and he held the card in ecstasy, as if kissing his lover, and kissed it with incomparable enthusiasm.

"Have you put it down?" Yale asked softly

"call!"

Hagen let out a slightly regretful, but extremely contented sigh, and closed his eyes silently:

"Let go..."

"Yes, goodbye then."

"Wait a moment!"

Hagen hurriedly opened his eyes, but saw the other person's back disappearing into the dark night, as if the night had welcomed its master back, and he was too tall to look directly at him.

At the same time, he also noticed that the unprecedented violent storm had subsided.