C57
C57
" The daughter of a murderer must have the genes of a murderer, right? What we are doing now is an early punishment for you, who is about to commit crimes in the future. "
"That's enough. Stop it."
"Who are you talking to? You should say please stop, right? You need to be polite! "
" Stop joking! We are different from people like you who have already lost their future. In response to the expectations of the world, we work hard every day! You are only a trash that exists in the world to ease our spiritual pressure!"
" How boring. You're completely devoid of vitality. Is it because your cat died? It was crushed by the electric car, and it was really too tragic. "
A sharp and piercing sound echoed in her ears. The words that she thought she would never hear again and the world that she thought she had escaped from appeared once again. They were like glass fragments that were thrown into the indoor shoe cabinet, deeply stabbing into Riko's heart.
The world in front of her made Riko think of countless scenes and could not help but cry. Along with the tears, what appeared was a sorrowful cry that was suppressed and distorted by her soul.
Her heavy heart drove the cold blood to flow through all the blood vessels in her body. At the same time that her consciousness became loose and shattered, the floor of the corridor began to tilt and distort like melted chocolate. The broken memories of the past were like two walls that were gradually approaching from two different directions, pressing her even more tightly. Finally, under the sound of bones breaking, it turned into a bloody two-dimensional abstract painting that made Riko more and more afraid.
The biggest difference between Riko Hasegawa and those Titled Devil Instructor who relied on their own efforts to reach her position step by step was the spiritual level. It did not mean that her spiritual strength did not increase during the process of leveling up. It was that her own mind and consciousness were at the same level as before she obtained power.
It took Riko a long time to realize how powerful she was, but she still did not know what she could do with this power.
Unreal Hall itself was not an offensive magic. Its existence only magnified the ability of the elves to pry into the soul and fixed it in a corridor. It was even to the extent that the Unreal Hall had once been a famous entertainment in the era of elves. The elves were very willing to walk through this corridor and experience an important or happy moment in their lives once again.
That was why Riko experienced these things when she was completely unprepared.
She was so scared that she could not hold the heavy wand and fell to the ground.
Her spine felt as if it was going to be stepped on and break. She was sent flying by a kick and crashed heavily into the wall. Then, she fell down in a twisted position. No matter how carefully she begged, those people seemed to have ignored her and even became even more severe. Perhaps, that was what they wanted to hear in the first place? Such a scene repeated day after day. She had probably become as timid and weak as she was now.
Riko bit her lips hard to suppress her desire to call for help. If there was anything that she knew since she was young, then it must be the matter of "no one will save her." The Japanese had been taught since they were young to not trouble others to teach them. Thus, the children of this race were used to being independent from primary school.
Besides, no one could save her.
Riko pulled on her mage robe and tried to move her stiff body forward step by step.
But...
If she was just looking forward to it in her heart, there should be no problem, right?
The gray-haired girl thought to herself.
And so, Riko was submerged by the helpless sea. She opened her hands and shouted for help.
She never expected to catch a piece of wood.
But she did catch it.
In the noisy and distorted illusion, a sentence seemed to be particularly clear.
"Quickly grab my hand"
Riko Hasegawa slightly raised her head. That person repeated with a calm and reassuring tone. At the same time, there seemed to be the sound of metal armor colliding.
"You grab my hand"
Riko's body swayed left and right as she tried her best to reach out her hand.
The hand she held did not have gloves on. She felt that the soft and smooth hand did not feel like a knight holding a large shield all day long. But even so, she could still feel the power contained in that hand.
The surrounding illusion began to sway and finally collapsed bit by bit. In front of her was still the long corridor, and the rusty candlesticks on both sides were lit with a faint fire. Riko took a deep breath. Finally, she let the broken memories disappear in front of her eyes.
"Are you alright?"
Kawayoko Meiko held Riko's hand and asked. She was wearing a helmet and Riko could not see the expression on Kawayoko Meiko's face clearly.
After that, they were silent for a long time. She only heard footsteps.
"Can you let me grab your hand for a while more?"
The grey-haired girl leaned against Meiko and asked in a low voice with her head lowered.
"Of course."
Kawayoko Meiko lightly nodded and made a weak sound.
I am very conflicted right now.