Act 85 Past Balls VII
Brando looked back at the child who bumped into him. He had already sat down on the thick and soft carpet in the hall. He was seven or eight years old, with black hair and dark eyes under his small sword-shaped eyebrows. There is a kind of perseverance that is different from ordinary people hidden in his big eyes. The little boy looked at him with some surprise. He was wearing a silk attendant's uniform often worn by children in aristocratic families, white tight trousers, a pair of pointed boots inlaid with jewelry and gold foil, and a silver dinner plate. Scattered beside him, various dishes were scattered on the floor, and the red juice slowly seeped into the carpet.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
Replacing that valuable camel hair carpet must cost a lot of money, because such handmade carpets are only produced in the Silver Bay. Merchants used slave animals to carry such exquisite plush fabrics across the desert for thousands of miles. I came to Eruin just to earn huge profits that were more expensive than gold. This weird thought flashed through Brando's mind for a moment. The little boy looked familiar to him. He squinted his eyes and was recalling where he had seen the other person when a gentle voice intervened: "Sir, I'm sorry. "
Brando seemed to have every pore tightened, his muscles and skin tightened together, he stiffly raised his head in the direction of the sound, and then his whole body was nailed there.
An aristocratic couple, dressed in clothes that fit the era, that is, the simple but refined Hebeiro dynasty style imitated from the wind elves' upper class in the late Eruin revival period. While they helped the little boy up, they showed an apologetic smile to Brando: "Sophie, apologize to me quickly. Look, you have soiled this gentleman's clothes."
Brando watched this scene in silence, although two words he remembered deeply were tumbling in his heart, as if they would blurt out at any time. But I just couldn't say it. He never dreamed of it. At this time, in this environment, I will see my parents in my dream.
The noble couple who appeared in front of him were exactly the same as the two faces in his memory. Even younger, or almost the same as his childhood memories. Yes, he was only seven or eight years old at that time. He often went to the amusement park near his home with his parents, and he took a look at the little boy.
"I'm sorry, sir." The young Sophie patted the dirt on her body, raised her head and apologized to him without being humble or condescending.
Brando pursed his lips quietly.
He understood that this was himself in his heart and his parents in his heart, because this was his confusion in this dream. There are fogs in the hearts of mortals. These fogs exist in the dreams of the nameless people. I don’t know what. Time will envelope you.
And now. He walked into the fog that he had been unwilling to face. A mortal's biggest enemy is actually himself, because only he knows what he is most afraid of, and this nightmare is just like the description. It struck the most vulnerable part of his soul.
Brando forced a smile from his stiff face: "It doesn't matter." He tried his best to control himself so that he wouldn't behave so rudely. But in fact, I immediately wanted to find an excuse to escape. He saw the way his parents looked at his young self, with a look of protection and hope. Brando understood what that look meant.
"Sir, you seem to have something on your mind?" Her mother looked at him and asked.
"No, no..." Brando almost lost his breath and quickly shook his head.
"It's normal for young people to have worries. You may not believe it, but my husband and I felt a little warm when we saw you. So please give us a chance to express our apology. We can invite you, sir, to sit over there for a while. Huh?" The familiar female face in his memory looked at him kindly, but it was the kind of tolerant and kind eyes that made him almost collapse.
Brando took a deep breath and let the cold air seep into his lungs to calm down: "Of course I'm happy, but I still have some things to deal with. I'm really... I'm so sorry,
I can only say goodbye first. "After that, he bowed deeply to the couple, then turned around and ran away, as if he was afraid that if he stayed for a moment longer, his true identity would be exposed.
If so, he didn't even know what he should do to face them.
He pursued that shining trajectory in that world, changing the fate of this ancient kingdom. But does all this really make sense? For a moment, he even felt confused. Could he really answer them without regrets - does all this make sense? Or maybe he was wrong from the beginning. Does everything he pursues really exist?
For the first time, Brando was not so sure.
He didn't even dare to look back and plunged into the crowd, sweating profusely. Even after experiencing the battle in Ampelser, he had never been so panicked at this moment. He looked at the faces belonging to the nobles, some were distorted and enlarged, as if they were the images of demons, and there seemed to be a voice calling him in the dark, dragging him to hell.
"Teacher!" The voice suddenly became clear, as if it had power, and grabbed his arm. As a strong man with enlightened elements, Brando was almost pulled to the ground. He turned around with sweating profusely. First he saw a slender arm with a long silver glove. He raised his head, and then I saw the clear eyes of His Highness the Prince.
"Teacher?" Haruze looked at him worriedly.
"Haruze?" Brando was startled for a moment and finally woke up. He looked up and did not see Princess Griffin, so he asked: "Where is your sister? Have you finished talking to her?"
"Almost, but I don't understand something-" the little prince frowned, showing a deeply worried look. The way he frowned really looked like his sister, especially the way he slightly bent his neck and lowered his head under the long silver curly hair. He was exactly the same as Princess Griffin. She was stunned when she saw Brando.
This also dispelled some of the confusion in his mind and made him calm down a little. At that moment, he thought of Princess Griffin, Freya, and the mountains and fields of Roman and Butch. These things all existed. Brando felt a little at ease, but he understood. The thorn buried deep in my heart is just hiding its edge.
"I understand what you want to know..." Brando replied lightly.
"What on earth is this place, teacher? Why is it like this? Didn't we defeat Grand Duke Sifah in Ampelsel? Grand Duke Anlek has also become a wanted criminal in the temple. As long as the south and the north are unified, . Eruin can restore his former glory, right?" The little prince held his hand tightly. It's like a helpless girl.
"But why did it become like this..."
"I, I asked my sister, she... there was no Mr. Brando, there was no battle of Ampelser, my sister was married to Grand Duke Anlek. The old nobles gathered around the people who gave them the greatest benefits, even the royal party Also standing on the opposite side of the kingdom. And Madara...Why did the undead sequence become so powerful? Sister Freya...Sister Freya is also dead...How could this be? We obviously...we have obviously already …”
Haruze's eyes were filled with moisture. He bit his lip and tried not to cry: "Sister, she said she would die here. Teacher, please save my sister..."
Brando sighed in his heart. He could understand the despair in the little prince's heart, because they had personally experienced such despair. Their efforts seemed to be denied by invisible hands, their hopes turned into nothingness, their ideals and beliefs were destroyed bit by bit, and the only way forward seemed to be Endless darkness.
But if it weren't for this hopelessness. How did he get to where he is today?
He touched the little prince's head and replied: "Haruze, this is just a dream. Have you forgotten what I told you? The Nameless One distorts your dream. He just wants to make you fall into it, you All the absurd scenes you see here are his means to confuse you."
Haruze raised his head and looked at him with red eyes: "Teacher, I know you are actually lying to me, right? These things really happened, although I don't know where they are, maybe in the future, Maybe it was in the past, but I know they weren’t all false.”
Brando was shocked, and he looked at the little prince: "Haruze, why did you say that?"
"I don't know... I just have a premonition and I'm a little scared, teacher."
Worthy of being the Apocalypse, this is no less than Roman’s sixth sense. Brando shook his head slightly: "In the eyes of the ancient Cruz people, history overlaps, because different branches of history will extend to different results. Whenever history goes on a fork, something appears at the same time node. Two results, the witches believe that each branch will give birth to a new world, these worlds overlap each other, and we are just passers-by."
Brando suddenly thought that this might really be possible, otherwise he would not be able to explain his experience. But it is a pity that it is just a legend after all, and no one can confirm its authenticity: "Maybe this has happened in different histories, but it is just a dream after all. We have changed our own destiny-Nimesis is not As I said, we should have a sword in our hands that can change our destiny."
"Really?"
"Maybe, after all, no one has seen it." Brando replied with some guilt.
After regaining his composure, his mentality became more calm. But at this time, he felt that the smell of blood and burnt smell in the air became stronger. He turned around and saw that everyone in the hall was talking loudly, but no one seemed to notice this.
But at this time, the hall suddenly became quiet.
Then the door in the center of the corridor on the second floor suddenly opened, and a row of knights walked out from behind. Then Brando saw the senior sister and Black Tea, followed by many familiar faces, all from the Crimson Traveler Team. Finally, behind everyone, a noble and elegant figure slowly walked out.
There was silence in the hall.
Everyone focused their attention in that direction.
Brando frowned slightly. This scene in his memory seemed to be engraved in his heart and he would never forget it. He subconsciously tilted his head in one direction. If he remembered correctly, the assassin would open the door in that direction and blend into the hall when no one was paying attention.
But what surprised him was.
The door was closed and there was no movement.
"What's going on? History has become different?" Brando was slightly startled.
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(PS: Notice, because Kavin is going out to look for inspiration tomorrow, and is going to find a place to travel with Heizi. I will keep updating, but the update time may be uncertain. I will post it in a notebook at the hotel at that time. It may be early sometimes. It's sometimes late, I hope you can forgive me...)