In a room in an abandoned castle, sunlight shone through the gaps in the thick curtains and shone on a pitch-black coffin.
Suddenly, the lid of the coffin made a creaking sound and slowly moved to the side.
With a thud, it fell to the ground.
After a few seconds, Aztec Eggers sat up with a confused expression.
At that moment, he was wearing loose pajamas that were popular in Rouen a few years ago. He looked like a noble who had woken up in his manor.
After a while, Aztec narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around with a confused expression, as if he did not know who he was.
He then saw the bright sunlight that shone through the gaps. He saw the dust that danced and floated in the sunlight. He saw the letters scattered on the table, the ground, and beside the coffin lid.
They were like giant snowflakes that covered a small half of the place.
Aztec walked out of the coffin and bent down to pick up a letter with a puzzled expression. He opened it and read it.
As he read, the confusion on his face disappeared a little, as if he had remembered many things in the past.
Aztec immediately found a chair and sat down. He let all the letters fly in front of him and stack like a mountain.
He opened one letter after another and read one letter after another. Sometimes, he would pause and ponder for a long time, as if he was seriously recalling something.
The sunlight that shone through the gaps in the curtains slowly dimmed. After a long time, it shone in again.
At this moment, Azik had finally finished reading all the letters, and he had completed one Cogitation after another in his long period of thought.
He looked at the letters that were all stacked on the table and slowly let out a long sigh.
Then, he found a piece of paper, a pen, and some ink that could still be used. With a gentle expression, he wrote:
"… I've already woken up and received all your letters. They made me remember who I am, who you are, and many things in the past.
"Your experiences, regardless of the complexity or the brilliance, have exceeded my imagination. It also made me seem to understand some of the questions I had previously.
"From these letters, I can feel your happiness, your exhaustion, your hope for life, and the heavy responsibility you have placed on your shoulders.
"I can roughly guess the reason why you made that choice in the end. If it were me, I might not have been able to make such a decision.
"From the very beginning, you have been a guardian. From imitating others, to being imitated by others.
"Next, I will embark on a journey to pursue more of the past and witness the changes in this World.
"You seem to be asleep, but never mind. I will write and tell you all the interesting things, customs, and people I have met.
"I think I should be able to send these letters to you by offering a sacrifice …"
The golden tip of the pen reflected the sunlight and slid across the white paper, writing more and more content.
…
In Baekeland, inside a solarium of a terraced house.
Melissa walked in with a little girl who was obviously less than ten years old.
"Auntie, auntie, why here?" The little girl asked doubtfully. "The stories I heard were all about mysterious rituals being held in the basement."
With her hair tied up, Melissa, who was wearing glasses, smiled.
"That's an irregular mysticism ritual."
She then pointed to the altar that had been set up and the candles that had yet to be lit.
"You may begin."
"Really?" The little girl turned her head and looked at the bright sunlight shining in through the window. "Do you want … Do you want me to draw the curtains?"
"There's no need. It's fine this way." After Melissa answered, she smiled at the little girl as she awkwardly and awkwardly imitated the ritual she usually held.
During this process, she would occasionally give guidance and even personally do it for her. Finally, the little girl completed the prerequisites for the ritual.
"Alright, repeat after me." Melissa took a deep breath as her expression gradually turned serious.
"Yes, yes." The little girl also tried her best to appear serious.
Melissa looked at the candlelight on the altar for a few seconds before she slowly opened her mouth and recited in ancient Hermes:
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era …"
"In the language of catching water, the matter is simple and joyful …" The little girl had never learned ancient Hermes. Although she was trying her best to imitate her aunt, she still didn't know what she was saying.
"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog …" Melissa continued reciting.
"The Ghost Bone Fracture Wound, Boil Debt with Holy Honey …" The little girl repeated in all seriousness.
"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck …" After Melissa finished reciting, the candle at the top expanded to the size of a human head without waiting for the little girl to imitate it.
In the massive flame, a slippery tentacle with faint demonic patterns, but one couldn't see it clearly, reached out hesitantly. Its movements were extremely slow.
The little girl was instantly stunned as she quickly retreated and hid behind her aunt.
Melissa pursed her lips and said with a gentle smile, "There's no need to be afraid.
"Don't be afraid. Go greet him."
The little girl timidly peeked her head out from behind her aunt and saw the terrifying, slippery tentacle gently swaying under the bright sunlight shining in through the window. It was as if it was wiping away dust or waving at her.
"Go. There's no need to be afraid," Melissa repeated.
The little girl finally mustered her courage and stood in front of the altar.
She recited some incantations of her own invention before revealing a sincere smile and raising her palm up.
The slippery tentacle with its patterns hidden paused for a few seconds, as if it was hesitant and out of practice.
Then, it gently rose up, curled up slightly, and descended inch by inch.
Under the sunlight, it slapped the tiny palm.
(End of the book)
PS: I feel like I've been hollowed out. I'll update tomorrow at noon.
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