Chapter 885 - It’s Time for the Show to Begin! (Thirty-Three)

In the boundless sea of ​​flowers.

In just a moment, Amakusa Shiro was surrounded by two companions, Semiramis and Shakespeare.

According to him, if other heroic spirits were not willing to trust him and be used by him, he should have more followers gathered around him now.

If all the other servants gathered here, Lucia might feel in trouble, and might even turn around and leave, but just these three people wouldn't make him feel afraid.

"Is that all?"

Liu Xia held the He Dao in both hands, as if he might rush forward to kill someone at any time, looked at the three people opposite, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said indifferently: "Don't you think that just increasing the number of people? Can we turn the situation around?"

"Even if there are no laws of strength and speed in this space, which greatly smooths the gap in physical fitness, just the number of people won't work for me."

“Whether it works or not, you won’t know until you try it.”

Amakusa Shiro still kept a smile on his face, turned to look at the empress beside him, and said softly: "Semiramis, put down Shakespeare, we need his power."

"snort!"

Hearing this, Semiramis snorted coldly and loosened the chain that locked Shakespeare's throat, allowing him to escape, without forgetting to leave harsh words.

"I'll let you go this time, but I won't let you off lightly next time!"

"Ahem...Oh! Thank you, Her Majesty the Empress, for your magnanimity!"

Shakespeare coughed twice, cleared his throat, and made a gesture of surrender. Then he cheered up, raised the book in his hand high, and laughed excitedly.

"Then, let's start from me! Come on! Open your eyes wide and take a closer look! Although it may be sudden, the time for the opera has already begun!"

"The title of my work is——!"

At the moment when the true name of the Noble Phantasm was released, a storm of magical energy like a substance was released from the book in his hand, and the pages turned rapidly.

At the same time, a large number of ghost-like dark figures appeared around him, as if the actors were gathering when the show was about to begin and were about to take the stage.

“Buzz——!”

Immediately afterwards, a strong light emerged from Shakespeare's body and quickly illuminated the area of ​​​​the sea of ​​flowers.

In an instant, when everyone closed their eyes, the world was tampered with.

…………

After the light dissipated.

Lucia opened her eyes.

In just less than a moment, the beautiful sea of ​​flowers was no longer in front of us, but inside a traditional Japanese-style house.

The decoration of this house is very familiar. The whole room is only decorated with a simple bed quilt, dressing table, wardrobe, etc. There is also a floor-to-ceiling mirror that is as tall as one person.

Outside the window was a dense bamboo forest, reflecting the luster of the moon under the bright moon. A gust of evening wind blew, and a rustling sound suddenly came from the bamboo forest.

"Hallucination... no, probably not, hallucination is of no use to me."

Liu Xia looked around the wooden house, hoping to find some differences. Unexpectedly, the layout of the room was exactly the same as in his memory, without any difference.

"So, this should be a barrier that can reproduce the object's memory... It is similar to an inherent barrier. Is this Shakespeare's Noble Phantasm?"

The Noble Phantasms of Heroic Spirits are many and varied, and there is nothing they can't imagine but nothing they can't do.

The ability to reproduce the scenes in the subject's memory and rehearse and adapt them like a stage play is probably perfect for a heroic writer like Shakespeare.

"If this is the case, then the next step should be..."

A thoughtful look appeared on Liu Xia's face, and she immediately looked towards the door of the room.

"Bang!"

The next moment, the door was opened.

The girl, wearing a white yukata with dripping hair, stepped barefoot into the room.

Every move she made, even some of her behavioral habits, were no different from the girl in Liu Xia's memory, as if they were completely molded according to the template in his memory.

"You're here again."

After seeing Liu Xia's figure, the girl looked at him with a cold look, then walked into the room and came to the window, blowing the evening breeze outside the window.

"It's quite realistic."

Lucia looked at the girl in front of her, her eyes shining like gems.

There are far more death lines on her body than the real two rituals, and she is almost like a dying old man.

This fragile world, in the eyes of his magic eyes, is full of flaws.

Liu Xia silently raised the He Dao in his hand.

With just one cut, this world will collapse on its own.

"Well! Don't worry! The most exciting time will come next!"

Shakespeare's voice reached Liu Xia's ears from an unknown distance, with a strong sense of confidence in his tone.

"Please enjoy and wait patiently, this will become our confident work!"

Liu Xia raised the knife and prepared to cut.

"...Well, if you can't wait, just fast forward to the climax!"

in the room.

The girl standing in front of the window suddenly turned her head, her dark eyes looking directly at Liu Xia, with an inquiring look in her eyes.

"I said, what do you want from me?"

Such cold words blurted out from her mouth.

Liu Xia made a move.

Then he cast an unexpected look at her.

"In your heart, am I really the thing you want most?"

The girl did not look at Lucia, but murmured to herself, "For you, what is it that you want to get most? Is it me, or is it something about me?"

"You were born lacking something, so you were born longing for this kind of thing. This is human nature and a common thing. However, you just wanted to get that kind of thing from me, so you decided to pursue me out of wishful thinking. , isn’t it?”

Liu Xia put down the knife in her hand and looked at the false girl intently.

"Do you think that keeping a distance from other women is considered your love and loyalty to me?"

She babbled to herself again, "That shouldn't be the case, right? In the end, what both parties in love should give is not the superficial form, but their own sincere and passionate love."

"You want to get my love from me, but what do you think you can give? Is it just a hypocritical superficial form? No, to be more precise -"

"——Do you think your feelings for this person, Liang Riyan, are really love?"

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