Other Races Guidebook

Unlike the joyful and excited expression on Shalena’s face because of reunion with you, the closer you get to her, the more panic and anxiety in your eyes become more apparent.

Shalena also gradually realized what was wrong, and she slowed down, her expression a little puzzled and confused.

At this time, the figure of the Orc had quietly approached the back of Shalena's defenseless neck.

"sister--"

You opened your eyes in horror, and rushed to Shalena regardless, wanting to block the blow for her.

It's just that the pain you expected has not come.

You raised your eyes in astonishment, and found that the Orc's attack was not aimed at Shalena, but blocked the attacks of other sneak attackers.

"Escape here as soon as possible."

The demi-orc with his back to you gave you a long narrow gray eye, his dumb tone with an inexplicable urgency and urgency.

This voice... is indeed Mr. Dubin.

But why should he help you?

"Doberman, do you want to betray my lord?"

The implied irritation and incredible youth voice makes you subconsciously look at it.

This look surprised you again, and the assassin who just wanted to assassinate your sister was actually Setim the cat you met before.

At this moment, the appearance of the cat has completely faded from the green and immature of the growth period, and he has become a long and vigorous adult cat. His red pupils are blood-like red, and his sharp and slender nails are just like natural. The sharp weapon on the finger exudes a chilling chill.

After meeting your gaze, Setim's sullen eyes were also slightly taken aback, and then he turned away his gaze subconsciously in a panic, as if he did not dare to look directly at you.

Before you can think about it more, Shalena grabs your wrist and forcibly drags you away.

"Stupid! Who made you jump over!"

When she thought of the dangerous scene just now, Shalena felt angry and annoyed. If the timing wasn't the right moment, perhaps she would have knocked you hard on the head and made you remember.

When you heard Shalena’s familiar scolding, you smiled rather happily.

I really miss this feeling.

When you opened your lips slightly and wanted to call Shalena again, you suddenly found that the expression on Shalena's face gradually turned into horror.

Accompanied by a soft, low-pitched sigh, a fascinating fragrance swept across the tip of his nose, and then a mature and soft female body was attached to his back.

"I'm sorry, little sister."

Then, your chest feels cold.

It seems that something cold has penetrated/into your chest, holding the beating blood-red heart.

But you don't feel the slightest pain, only a sense of emptiness and loss.

It's like losing a very important thing directly.

In the last consciousness of darkness, you seem to hear the heartache and angry roar of the demon youth and the blond knight.

...

Itchy cheeks.

It seems that something fell on your face and swept around.

You slowly opened your eyes blankly, and what came into your eyes was a very strange and flawless young face like a sculpture.

He lowered his eyes and looked at you quietly, his long hair slid down his shoulders, part of it winding on your body.

But in your eyes, he doesn't have any color, like a flat black and white portrait.

"……Woke up?"

The boy whom you used as a portrait suddenly said.

With his fingers on your face, he carefully strokes your facial features and cheeks with a gentle and indifferent appearance, opposite to his appearance, as if he was confirming something.

"Is this the color on you...it is really beautiful." He murmured in admiration, and his tone was full of morbid infatuation and greed.

You don't understand his words, so you sit up and look around, only to find that the scene you see is like completely faded black and white lines. There is no extra bright color in the whole world.

"Do you think the world without colors is very boring?" the boy said again.

You thought about it, and answered honestly: "Well, a little bit."

"Aren't you curious about who took the color from your eyes?" He squinted and asked again.

The words revealed cruel waiting and malice.

You raised your head and seriously looked at the strange boy who appeared in your dream for no apparent reason, then stretched out your hands and stroked his face.

In his stunned expression, you carefully touched his facial features and contours, then put down your hand and sighed comfortably: "You're grown up."

I didn't expect you to react like this. The young man stared at you with a cold face, "I took the color from your eyes, don't you hate me?"

"You will always live in this boring world without any color."

Seeing the sneer and mean look on the young man's face, you thought slowly for a while before you cooperated with him and said, "Well, I hate you a lot. Is this all right? "

"..."

The young man stared at you for a long time with an unspeakable patience, frowning and asked: "Humans...are all like you?"

"I do not know either."

You shook your head very honestly.

Your unreasonable operation caused the young man to be speechless for a while, wringing his eyebrows deeply, staring at you without saying a word.

It's like a child who is preparing to play pranks on other people, but he fails to receive the expected response and feels dissatisfied.

You ignored him, but stood up and walked around the dream world. You can still control the dream world, but all the objects in your eyes become pale and gray simple images, not half colorful The charming and vivid.

It turns out that I really can't see it anymore.

It feels a pity.

There is even an idea in your mind that this kind of boring and flimsy world does not matter even if it is destroyed.

However, even if you can't see the gorgeous colors, you still have other beautiful things that you can remember and cherish.

"Don't waste your time."

Behind you came a young indifferent whisper, "No matter what you do, you can't find those colors again."

It's like being awkward.

So you walked up to him and pulled away the boy's hand.

"...What do you want to do?" he asked with a frown.

You slowly let go of your hand and saw a delicate flower bud slowly grow out of the palm of the boy.

The bud gradually bloomed and turned into a blooming rose.

"What color is this flower?" You asked softly.

"...Is this, red?" The young man murmured, his tone seemed to be uncertain.

"Isn't it beautiful?" You asked him with a smile.

The young man pursed his lips and nodded slowly.

"After that, you will take my place to see these beautiful colors, OK?"

Without waiting for him to respond, the red rose in the palm of the young man faded away from the color of the red rose in the palm of the boy and turned into gray dust.

The young man subconsciously clenched his palms, trying to leave these roses, but he grabbed nothing in his hands and could not leave anything.

"Look, these colors are actually very fragile. Everything in the world has its own unique life and beautiful colors. It is easy to destroy them, but it is also difficult to keep them."

You took the young man's hand and said with a serious and earnest tone: "So, instead of trying to destroy them, you should try to protect and create. One day, you will also encounter your own colors."

Hearing this, the young man lowered his eyes quietly and thought for a while, but suddenly sneered, "It seems you already know who I am."

You stagnate slightly, bit your lip, and don't refute his words.

In fact, as early as the first time you met the little boy with black hair and purple eyes in your dream, you dimly noticed something wrong.

How can there be such a clear and true dream, and I happen to meet the same person every time.

Such a coincidence is really beyond justifiable.

And you still felt a little vaguely from the little boy who you named Xi'an, remaining deep in your memory, the numbness and tingling sensation of the burning soul.

This feeling is the same pain as when being burned by a black flame when being brought by Hines into the environment that is also true and false.

Especially after you recover your memory, you will become more and more certain.

This little black-haired boy who has repeatedly appeared in your dreams may have something to do with the fearsome demon.

After all, the blood-red organs in your chest originate from this demon god.

At first, you thought that the Devil God was as cruel and terrifying as the rumors, ruthless and cold, treating life like grass, and only interested in destroying and destroying everything.

But through understanding him, you discover that it is not like that.

The reason why the demon god will cause disaster and death every time he presents is not due to his hobby and bloodthirsty nature, but a kind of disregard and boring of life. Depriving others of life does not make him feel satisfied and happy, but Simply feel that it doesn't matter, no matter what is destroyed, he can't be moved.

In the Demon God's concept, the things he destroys casually are just the inconspicuous gravel under his feet or a leaf falling from the front, which is not worth paying attention to.

Because it has too much power, it can easily destroy anything without fear.

Simple is like an innocent and cruel ignorant child.

So after discovering that he is interested in colors, you deliberately add all kinds of interesting and new things to your dreams, in order to evoke his love for life.

It's just that he seems to have discovered your attempt.

"Stop doing this kind of useless work."

The boy's cold words floated into your ears.

You raised your eyes and looked at the young man in front of you blankly.

He stared into your eyes deeply, with dark emotions in your eyes that you couldn't understand.

The young man suddenly brought a strand of your hair to his lips and kissed it.

"Weak and stupid creatures shouldn't exist."

He declared indifferently in a low, cruel tone.

"I will completely eliminate them."

After a pause, the young man let out his voice and called you in a low voice.

"After I destroy those obtrusive things, I will come to meet you personally."