In the boundless sea of flowers.
In just a moment, Shiro Amakusa had two more companions, Semiramis and Shakespeare, by his side.
According to him, if it weren't for the fact that the other heroes weren't willing to trust him and be used by him, he should have gathered more servants by now.
If all the other servants were gathered here, Ryuga might feel that it was troublesome and might even turn around and leave directly. However, if it were only the three of them, it wouldn't be enough to make him afraid.
"Is that all?"
Ryuga held the katana with both hands and looked like he could rush up and kill people at any time. He looked at the three people opposite him, squinted his eyes, and said indifferently, "You don't think that just by increasing the number of people, you can turn the situation around, right?"
"Even if this space doesn't have the rules of strength and speed, and it greatly reduces the gap in physical strength, it won't work on me if it's just the number of people."
"Whether it will work or not, we will only know after we try it."
Shiro Amakusa still had a smile on his face. He turned to look at the empress and said softly, "Semiramis, put Shakespeare down. We need his strength."
"Hmph!"
Semiramis heard this and snorted coldly. He loosened the chain that locked Shakespeare's throat and let him escape, but he didn't forget to leave some harsh words.
"I'll let you go this time. If there's a next time, I won't let you go easily!"
"Ahem … Oh, oh! Thank you for your magnanimity, Your Majesty! "
Shakespeare coughed twice, cleared his throat, and made a gesture of surrender. Then, he was refreshed, raised the book in his hand high, and laughed excitedly.
"Then, let's start with me! Come on! Open your eyes wide and take a good look at it! Although it's very sudden, the time for the opera has already begun! "
"The title of my work is — First Folio (The moment of the opera has arrived, there should be thunderous cheers here)!"
The moment the real name was released from the noble phantasm, a substantial magic storm was released from the book in his hand, and the pages of the book flipped rapidly.
At the same time, a large number of ghost-like dark figures appeared beside him. It was like the time for the opera to start, and the actors who were about to step on the stage gathered together.
"Buzz —!"
Immediately after, a strong light emanated from Shakespeare's body and quickly illuminated the area.
In an instant, when everyone closed their eyes, the world was changed.
…
After the light dissipated.
Ryuga opened her eyes.
In less than a moment, he was no longer in the beautiful sea of flowers, but in a traditional Japanese-style house.
The decor of this house was very familiar. The whole room only had simple bedding, dressing table, wardrobe, and so on. There was also a full-length mirror that was as tall as a person.
Outside the window was a dense bamboo forest. Under the bright moonlight, the bamboo forest reflected the moonlight. A gust of night wind blew, and a rustling sound came from the bamboo forest.
"Illusion … No, it shouldn't be. Illusions don't work on me."
Ryuga looked around the wooden house. He wanted to find some differences, but he didn't expect the layout of the room to be exactly the same as he remembered.
"If that's the case, this should be a wizardry barrier that can reproduce the memory of the target … It's similar to a wizardry barrier. Is this Shakespeare's noble phantasm?"
There were a variety of noble phantasms. There were only things that could not be imagined, but there was nothing that could not be done.
The ability to reproduce the scene in the memory of the target, and the ability to rehearse and adapt it like a stage play was most suitable for Shakespeare's noble phantasm.
"If that's the case, then the next thing should be …"
Ryuga's face showed a thoughtful look, and then he looked in the direction of the door.
"Bang!"
The next moment, the door was opened.
A girl in a white bathrobe, with water dripping from her hair, stepped into the room barefoot.
Her every move, even some of her habits, was exactly the same as the girl in Ryuga's memory. It was as if she was completely modeled according to his memory.
"You're here again."
After the girl saw Ryuga's figure, she looked at him coldly, and then walked into the room by herself. She came to the window and felt the night breeze outside.
"It's quite realistic."
Ryuga looked at the girl in front of him, and his eyes flashed with a gem-like luster.
The lines of death on her body were much more than the real Yin-yang style. She was like an old man with one foot in the grave.
In the eyes of his demonic eyes, such a fragile world was full of flaws.
Ryuga silently raised the katana in his hand.
As long as he slashed with the katana, this world would collapse.
"Well, well, well! Don't worry! Next is the most exciting part! "
Shakespeare's voice came from an unknown distance, and Ryuga heard it. His tone was full of confidence.
"Please enjoy and wait quietly. This will become my self-confident work!"
Ryuga raised his katana, and was about to slash.
"… Alright, since you can't wait, then let's go straight to the climax!"
In the room.
The girl standing in front of the window suddenly turned her head, and her dark eyes looked straight at Ryuga, and there was a look of inquiry in her eyes.
"I say, what do you want from me?"
Such cold words came out from her mouth.
Ryuga paused.
Then he looked at her with surprise.
"In your heart, am I really what you want the most?"
The girl did not look at Ryuga, but muttered to herself, "To you, what do you want the most? Is it me, or is it something in me? "
"You were born lacking something, so you were born with a desire for it. This is human nature, a common thing. But, you only want that from me, so you decided to pursue me, isn't that right?"
Ryuga put down the katana in his hand, and looked at the fake girl.
"Do you think that by keeping a distance from other girls, you are showing your love and loyalty to me?"
She continued to chatter to herself, "It shouldn't be, right? In the end, both parties in love should not give on the surface, 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 fake appearance? No, more accurately — "
"Do you think the feelings you have for yourself, for the person in the two rituals, is really love?"
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