"Is this... a dream?"
Roland blinked, walked to the fence step by step, and looked down at the school under the setting sun.
There was no one on the empty field, and the lonely goal post cast a long shadow in the orange afterglow. In the distance were the familiar library and dormitory buildings, and rows of transparent windows were dyed with a touch of gold by the setting sun that had sunk into the sky.
He had studied and lived here for nearly seven years, so he was very familiar with the grass and trees. The place where he was now was undoubtedly the rooftop of the teaching building — it was also the place where he went most often in his spare time.
Here, Roland had too many memories.
For example, the iron gate behind him that kept opening and closing with the warm wind.
This iron gate could be called a unique scenery on the rooftop of the teaching building. It looked so old that it looked like a cultural relic excavated by archaeologists. When he came to this school, the iron gate was already broken. Whenever he pushed it, it would scream intermittently, as if it was out of breath. Therefore, the period after the iron gate opened and closed was always particularly quiet. Roland always thought that it would collapse soon, but the iron gate still stayed quietly on the rooftop until the day of his graduation.
But if it was a dream, why did he still look like this?
He looked down at his slender hands, and then touched the gray hair on his shoulders. Obviously, this height and body shape did not match with him when he was obsessed with learning.
Think about it … What exactly happened before?
Roland frowned and thought for a moment, and then remembered that the last scene was when Nightingale pushed him away, and then a dim light flashed, followed by her panicked and desperate face.
"Who the hell are you?"
A sweet and ethereal female voice suddenly sounded beside him.
Roland was startled and turned his head abruptly, only to see a white-haired woman walking out from behind the stairs. She had a pair of ruby-like eyes, and her red and white robe was straight to the ground with delicate golden patterns at the corners. Obviously, she did not belong to this era, and the golden crown on her head had already revealed her identity.
"Are you the church's... Pure Witch?"
"I'm also the 15th Pope of the Holy City of Hermes." She paused. "My name is Zero, but you're definitely not Roland Wimbledon."
As expected, Roland could not help but frown. "So you created this place?"
Everything made sense now. The ghostly light should be this guy's ability, which was why Nightingale had brought him away. The scene in front of him should be the effect of an illusion or virtual space. The moment he opened his eyes, he thought he had traveled back in time.
Although he knew that the predecessor of the church was probably the Union, he did not expect that the Pope was also a Pure Witch. Although they were both witches, it was unbelievable that these people could turn their own kind into inhumane monsters.
"No, you created it." Zero walked towards him step by step, her tone full of interest. "It's the place that has left the deepest impression in your memory. Most of the time, it appears in your daily life... But I'm curious, where exactly is this place? The 4th Prince of Graycastle would never live in a place like this. "
"Why should I tell you?" Roland cautiously moved towards the side of the railing to keep a distance from her.
"What should I do to get rid of the illusion?" A thought flashed through his mind. "Jump from the top of the building? Based on his experience with nightmares, as long as he found a high place to jump, he would immediately wake up from the dream. "
"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me." She smiled, her voice was very pleasant. "As long as I put in some effort, I'll find out sooner or later, including who you are, where you come from, and how you became the 4th Prince of Graycastle."
I'll find out sooner or later? "Are you talking about reading my memory?" Roland sneered. "Don't overeat yourself."
"Do you know?" Zero suddenly stopped. "I'll explain the function, rules, and consequences of my ability to everyone who is affected by my ability, but you're an exception —"
"What?"
As soon as Roland asked, he found that the Pure Witch had already jumped in front of him. The sudden pain made him suddenly unable to hear any sound.
Trembling, he lowered his head and saw a long knife inserted into his chest. Roland wanted to open his mouth and shout, but no sound came out. His lungs had been completely destroyed, and even when he opened and closed his chest, he could not squeeze any air into his throat.
The severe pain was like an electric current running through his whole body. He would rather die immediately than endure it for another second.
"Because I don't like anything that I can't understand."
The other end of the knife hilt was Zero's nonchalant face. The blood that gushed out had already soaked half of her body. Due to the lack of oxygen and the brain's self-protective fainting, Roland's consciousness quickly blurred.
The next second, he was still standing at the side of the railing, his body intact. The Pure Witch was also standing a few meters away from him, as if she had never left the place.
"What's going on?" Roland gasped for breath. "Illusion?" He covered his violently rising and falling chest, where the knife was pierced was still faintly aching. He lowered his head and saw a large pool of blood sprayed out under his feet.
"Damn it, what just happened was real!"
He stared at the long knife in Zero's hand and was extremely surprised. Her hand was clearly empty before!
"Creating something out of thin air?"
At this moment, Zero rushed over again, her speed was so fast that it was difficult to be seen by the naked eye.
Roland turned around to escape, but just as he took a step, he felt a numbness in his abdomen.
Then he experienced death once again. Zero slashed the long knife diagonally and cut him horizontally into two halves. This time the pain lasted longer than the last time. Roland fell in his own blood and scattered internal organs. The continuous pain made him let out a heart-wrenching scream, which was so shrill that even he himself was startled.
During the second resurrection, Roland had already realized something.
This was not a nightmare that would end after jumping off a building or the pain, but more like a never-ending gladiator arena.
"Damn it, then what is the condition to escape? Defeat the initiator of the ability, the white-haired witch in front of me?
Since she can create weapons out of thin air, then what about me? " Roland clenched his teeth and concentrated — if he had a shield, he would not be so defenseless!
A blue light flashed.
Zero's surprise attack was blocked, and a transparent explosion-proof shield appeared in his hand. The long knife left a deep cut on it, and Roland was also bounced off by the huge impact.
"Damn, it's really like this!"
He cursed in his heart. The moment he rolled, he dropped the shield and replaced it with an automatic rifle.
Just as Roland raised his gun and was about to shoot, Zero had already disappeared.
"What's going on?"
"I'm here."
A voice came from his ear.
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