Does the mechanical girl dream of the Messiah?

The past scenes seemed to reappear before his eyes. After the war, the mountaintops were covered in snow and there were no clouds in the sky. He could see the night sky and the stars when he looked up. The stars had disappeared for who knows how long, but he could still remember their brilliant colors. It was here that he embraced the sleeping witch and told the stars an ancient oath. That was a memory he would never forget, and it was the most precious treasure in his life.

The body is disappearing, and matter can no longer be bound to this body, and they will return to the world. Being able to feel the loss of his own mass is like being able to hear the countdown of his own life. There is only peace and tranquility on Schitzberg's face. His gentle gaze at the stage is also turning into nothingness, but he still chooses to speak, using his last strength to say the last words.

"Blessings to you, children who are as brilliant as the stars."

May your journey always be accompanied by flowers and light.

In an unknown corner of the world, the heroes of the past unloaded everything that once weighed on them.

He had fought against dragons and evil gods, had crossed the puzzles of the ancient gods, had formed bonds with sages and witches, and had protected everything in this world. At the moment of his departure, he seemed to be like most people in this world, silent and unnoticed. Except for his former travel companions, no one else would watch his footsteps.

And he just hummed the songs of the past.

A song called hope, dedicated to the children who are as brilliant as the stars.

Ending of the Chapter

...and the October la kua bar.

Now it’s time to think about the story for the next volume! So while I’m writing the epilogue, I’m also taking a break!

The long Myolander story finally ends here! Congratulations, congratulations, this is also a good ending.

It is really painful to work so hard for two months, although writing is a painful and joyful process.

I was extremely serious when writing the Muland chapter, and I revised the outline over and over again. Why was this so? Even I myself am not sure about the specific reasons.

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What is the core of the Myrand story? In fact, there are many different answers to this question. For example, it can be said that the core of the Myrand story lies in the ritual. After all, if it were not for the obsession of the four major families with the ritual, there would be no story this time. For example, it can be said that the core of the Myrand story is Colette and Rose, the dance between the dragon and the girl. Their confusion is a puzzle that cannot be ignored in this city. For example, it can be said that the core of the Myrand story lies in "Sitzberg", which runs through the beginning and end of Myrand, the legacy of the mythological era, and the legend that only needs to be interpreted by future generations...

Of course, it can also be said that the core of the Myurand story is still Lunicia: she is a witness, an experiencer, and a rewriter.

The story begins in the distant past, in the mythological era full of glory and splendor, the golden age when the gods were still prosperous. "Pendulum Knight" Sitzberg embarked on an adventure, made friends with "Wise of the Ring" Bayerhes, "Witch of Ashes" Rosaline, and completed extraordinary feats with many partners. The world praised him for defeating the corpse dragon Godona and taking the divine gold from the corpse dragon. The world praised his feat of overcoming the trial of fate. The world pushed him to the throne of glory for his feat of defeating the dark king "Dark Zushes"... He became one of the concepts of heroes, one of the agents of gods on earth, and also became the benchmark of the word "legend" in the eyes of the world.

However, not everyone can follow his experience to peek into his state of mind, and few people can understand him. The noble "Pendulum Knight" is often seen as the embodiment of strict and impartial law, the embodiment of Alexander's Libra. His love with the Ash Witch Rosaline is often weakened and ignored in traditional stories, and his compassion for the corpse dragon Godona is unknown. His own emotions and thoughts are regarded as redundant and reduced in the "legendary literature" at the end of the Golden Age.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that the four major families misinterpreted the meaning of the ceremony - if they could truly understand the gentleness of God and the love of the "Pendulum Knight", they would be able to understand what went wrong in what they did, but unfortunately the reality did not develop in this way.

It is also for this reason that when Colette proposed to adapt the play of "Sitzberg", Mark Cotania showed a look of surprise. Of course, he agreed to Colette's request without hesitation and personally assisted Colette, providing her with guidance and advice. The insights of the legendary poet, the natural voice of the dragon, and Colette's own resonance with the story of "Pendulum Knight" together constitute the new era of "Sitzberg", bringing it new charm.

Perhaps, for Colette, it is precisely because she has a similar position - being recognized as the incarnation of Libra, but having her own ideas and thoughts - that she can transcend the barriers of time and space and resonate with the legend of the past.

It can be said that the new "Sitzberg" is actually Colette's voice.

This opera, which at first glance seems insignificant amid the waves of divine disasters and Myulande's civil strife, is actually the core of everything.

God gave Schitzberg the power to "reverse death". That power was used to maintain the life of his wife Rosalin, allowing them to have a stable time after the journey. Until Rosalin passed away peacefully, this divine power seemed to have lost its effect. Schitzberg kept it as a memorial, but it made him separated from the cause and effect of the world while not dying, and became an observer who could hardly interfere with the world. If he broke the balance of the fragile boundary between himself and the world, he might be able to do something, but it was destined to be shattered like a bubble dream. Shahar's sense of touch was renamed "Bailhes". By compiling fate, he could still anchor himself in this world after transcending the world of limits, but he also faced the same problem as Schitzberg: he was just an observer, and when fate was disturbed, he could no longer maintain the existence of this incarnation.

So they have been waiting for the right opportunity. When the ceremony approaches again and when Lunisia arrives, it is the moment for them to go all out.

The "Reversed Death Card" is not only the initiator of the reversal of time, but also the divine power that puts an end to everything. Only by returning the power from heaven to heaven can the ancient story truly come to an end. Therefore, the people of Muirand are not only the audience of "Sitzberg", but also the witnesses of this legend.

Colette's tragedy stems from the concepts she was indoctrinated with, and the sin does not lie with her father, Ludovit Byron himself. All he did was hope that his daughter could meet the end without so much pain and sorrow. He was a weak person who deceived himself, and the real sin was the obsession of the four major families. When they defined themselves as the rulers and leaders of Muirand, when they learned about the ritual as a means of turning the tables, when they finally decided to lift the accident that was sealed in history, they took on the long-standing "sin". Cultivating successors as sacrifices, and destroying a person's life in each fixed generation, the sin accumulated with the passage of time, until they finally could not bear the huge sunk costs, so that they had to make the ritual succeed no matter what.

Ludovit himself was no exception, and the reason why he gave up his responsibility as one of the four major families was actually because of his cowardice. Compared with the accusations within the four major families, he was more unwilling to face the infamy from the entire Muirand, especially when he felt that things would take a turn for the better and the ceremony might not need to be carried out.

As for Francesco... it was because he was too self-centered. He placed his own judgment above that of the four major families, and his understanding of the will of the goddess of death above the views within the family. He believed that his own responsibility was greater than the sins that the four major families had borne for thousands of years. It was precisely because he was so confident, arrogant and self-centered that he was completely convinced of his own will and chose to betray the camp of the four major families without any pressure in the end. His preset point of view was "his own correctness". He was a madman who reversed the process after getting the result. When the time was right, it was time for him to prove himself.

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Lunicia (forced) to grow fully in this volume... Of course, after going through that kind of thing, the only way she could grow is to give up. She and her partners died several times, encountered completely inexplicable and incredible situations, witnessed the moment of the arrival of the divine disaster, and fought with the legendary strongman with all her strength. These things made her spirit and combat power grow fully, although if she could, she would rather not have experienced these things... Well, at least now her willpower is indeed strong enough, which is gratifying. Lunicia's biggest gain in this volume is probably that she was finally driven crazy by Ella's repeated self-explosions, and it was precisely because of this that she was able to figure out some things, which can be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

Ashlee has been letting go more and more recently. After all, she was the type who only put on airs with strangers, and Ella and Lunicia were no longer strangers to her. This new relationship was an unprecedented experience for her. Perhaps for this world, "letting go of Ashlee" was something unheard of. Beneath the appearance of a high-class flower and a beautiful ice-snow beauty, there was a very terrifying nature...

Ella hasn't changed much in this volume. If I must say, her relationship with Ashlee has improved. In the third reincarnation, she and Rose reached a certain degree of spiritual resonance. On the surface, she seemed to be considerate and caring about Lunicia, but in fact, she really understood what empathy meant at that time. The sweet and evil whispers often made her hurt herself to relieve the things suppressed deep in her heart. She shaped herself into an image that she and others needed, which inevitably brought her far more pressure than others. Of course, she is still a good child, but when will she really see what she thinks in her heart?

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Muirand, this city standing on the mountain top in the wind and snow, fell into danger because of the rulers' stubbornness, and was saved because of the rising of young people. The last bridgehead of civilization was shaky, but it still did not collapse. As for the friction and development between the nobles and citizens, the Grand Council and the House of Lords, the four major families and the four major families, the military and politicians, that is a story for later.

Dear readers, see you in the next volume!

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Volume 6: The Heterogeneity of the Skyline - Gleipnir

Interlude Log (Part 1)

[Unintelligible] year, month Mao, 22nd diary:

[Omit irrelevant content regarding the ship's condition]

……

This wasn't the first time today that a crew member had told me about strange things going on on this airship.

We have not been told the specific details of this voyage, but this is no reason for them to be distracted, make wild guesses, or even make up such things to boycott the voyage.

It has been three days since we set off from [Unidentifiable] Airport. It is impossible to turn around and return now, unless everyone on this ship is ready to be punished - no, maybe worse. I heard that the military attaches great importance to this trial voyage, and they may be brought to a military court for desertion and then hanged.

The technicians did not report anything unusual, and it seemed that they had been sufficiently trained to handle the new power reactor normally.

I haven't seen the important person who was traveling with me these past few days. She doesn't seem to need anyone to take care of her daily life. I think she must be a high-ranking magician who can solve all problems with magic. We usually don't ask too much about such people, but now I have to take this possibility into consideration, that is, the possibility that the abnormalities reported by the crew may have something to do with this distinguished guest.

Based on this consideration, I might have to make some inquiries in the next few days at the risk of offending her.

As written on the table, the weather has been good in recent days. It is said that in the northwestern countries and some eastern countries, there are reports that the local environment has been polluted due to the large-scale use of machinery. They rely on the convenience and high efficiency of machinery and cannot abandon those things. In this way, the "that" installed on this ship seems to be somewhat out of tune with the surroundings. It is more like a mechanical thing than a traditional [unidentifiable], and its performance cannot be fully trusted. When necessary, the backup [unidentifiable] must be activated. Even if the performance is reduced, the significance of this voyage is completely negated. At least the lives of the crew and passengers must be put first.

This ship, which belongs to the military, [The text below is covered by stains and cannot be identified]

……

In fact, in recent days, although the weather report clearly said "clear", I often observed [indecipherable] through the porthole, and my sleep quality seemed to have declined.

This may be a sign of illness caused by overwork. It seems that after this voyage, I will also [The following text is illegible]

Recorder: [Unidentifiable]

Long time no see, everyone!

The last time we met was last year. I can only imagine the snowy scenery of Muirand...

Oh, oh, what a pity. It didn't snow too much in Muirand. Compared with the natural disasters brought by the cold wave in the north, the man-made disasters here are more obvious. When Lunicia's boots stepped on the ground, the footprints left were probably less than two centimeters deep.

So, this issue of the series officially begins

Chapter 1: The Girls' Voyage

--Are you there?

No one will respond.

No one would say anything positive when I asked.

--Are you there?

Even if she was actually there.

She was rejecting, rejecting me, and also rejecting everything in the world.

I understand, at least, I can understand. Even if there is no communication, even if I can't see everything about her clearly, even if all I can see is her blurry and hazy shadow, like the moon in the water in the fog, I can still understand her thoughts, her emotions, and her suppressed thoughts.

She should be a more lively person than that shadow.

Someone who once existed in this world but has been forgotten.

--Are you there?

No matter how many times I reach out, no matter how many times I try to reach out my fingertips to touch that person who seems out of reach, yet seems to be right in front of me. I want to know about her, her name, everything she has ever done, the reason why she is here, the companion who is so close to me, and the memory of her past that has been imprinted in this world.

I seemed to have asked her the same question.

She did not give her answer, just as she remembered.

Although I couldn't see her expression, I knew it so clearly in my heart: her look, the lingering, lasting sadness between her brows.

--Are you there?

The orange shadow left no words.

She just stood quietly on the other side of the dream.

Burn quietly.

And weeping quietly.

……

"Well……"

As usual, she tried to use her arms to support her body and climb up from the overly soft mattress, but she did not get the same result as usual - both her consciousness and body seemed to be too immersed in the dream, so she was unable to support her upper body in one go, and once again lay back in the warm bedding.

Although she has never actually experienced it, Lunicia feels that this feeling might be very similar to being drunk.

For some reason, my body felt weak and my consciousness seemed a little hazy, and even my vision became blurred. It took me a while to barely adapt to the dim light in the room.

Taking a deep breath, she sat up from the bed. Lunicia wanted to greet him as usual, but before she could even say the words, she swallowed them back into her stomach.

“This is really rare.”

That is indeed a rather rare sight.

Leaning her elbows on the desk beside the bed to ensure that her body would not make excessive noise, Lunicia stared from afar at the bed on the other side, a scene that seemed too new to her.

The pink-haired girl named Ella Hepper, who should have woken up and greeted him in advance, is still sleeping soundly. There is no depression and sadness on her face that seems to flash across her face. Even without a smile, it can be called a calm expression. She doesn't seem to be troubled by nightmares tonight, because she is nestled in the arms of the mechanical doll? The black iron girl named Asheselin put her arms under Ella's pillow. She clearly claimed that she didn't need to sleep or eat, and was a mechanical creation that could move forever. Now she is lying on the soft white bed peacefully, revealing a rare sleeping face.

Even though she was still troubled by the unspeakable weakness, Lunicia couldn't help but put on a faint smile.

Every time it was like they woke up early and looked at my sleeping face. I never thought that there would be times when I would be looking at them like this.

I think Ashlee has woken up - no, maybe it can be said that she has not fallen asleep. She will only reduce her body's consumption and enter a state called sleep mode, and will automatically wake up at a set time. Lunicia can clearly feel her presence. Now she is probably looking at her quietly. Even if she doesn't open her eyes, even if she doesn't turn around, Ashlee can still feel Lunicia's presence.

This feeling was so good that it made Lunicia forget for a moment that she was still on a journey with no idea where she was going, and that she was ten thousand meters above the ground with no one to rely on.

Even if she looked out the porthole, she couldn't get the answer she wanted. It was always like this, so she simply gave up judging the time by the sky: whenever she looked there, all she could see was dark clouds. The polluted toxic clouds replaced the former sea of ​​clouds, corroding everything that existed here, the ships, the islands, the creatures, and even the time that was slowly decaying and fading.

From here, the change of day and night cannot be observed. Although the sun can penetrate this seemingly endless black sea, it cannot stay here. No matter whether it is day or night below, this is an eternally dark sea. Time seems to have been dissolved into a pool of solidified water stains. Only those who can overcome this loneliness and fear are qualified to sail in this sea of ​​clouds.

In contrast to the harsh environment where any mortal would die upon contact, is the room where Lunisia is.

There is only a layer of not-too-thick glass between them. The outside world is a suffocating abyss of death, while the inside is a warm and reassuring little paradise.

Although the area is not large, the functions, design and equipment are all of a high standard. The furniture is not of the quality that ordinary families would buy, both in terms of texture and touch. Add to that the gilded candlesticks and the paintings on the walls that seem to be authentic works by famous artists. This room is like a miniature aristocratic bedroom. It is just missing some seemingly indispensable things, such as the fireplace that is a symbol of Mulande's status in winter, and the Lingshi radio that can listen to the radio. Of course, it also adds some things that should not be there, such as the portholes and the cabin radio hanging in the corner.

It is still a little bit inferior to the guest rooms of the Pasipatio Hotel, but compared with a hotel or a tent when camping in the wild, this place is indeed unimaginably luxurious, and it cannot be compared with the corrosive black ocean outside the porthole.

Three days have passed since we moved here, and the morning of the fourth day didn't seem much different from the previous ones.

As for Lunicia herself, she was not really looking forward to this arrangement which was too ostentatious for her: originally she only planned to quietly buy an airship ticket after resolving the Myuland incident, and leave on any flight. As a result, she was not only dragged to participate in the celebration ceremony, but was also arranged to make an impromptu speech at the event, and was stuffed with medals and bouquets. She also participated in the subsequent victory parade - no one cared whose "victory" was being celebrated - until Lunicia was so busy that she didn't know what to do, she remembered to buy the airship ticket, and when she arrived at the airport, she was told that the flight prepared for Lunicia and her group had been arranged.

Myurand seemed eager to find something to divert the citizens' attention, whether it was the hype about Colette and Rose, or the portrayal of Lunicia as a righteous and enthusiastic saint from Zerhal, the purpose was nothing more than this. Compared with the possible consequences of the accumulated dissatisfaction of the citizens, the expenses of these measures were probably nothing in their eyes, so much so that the House of Nobles temporarily ignored the fact that Lunicia was a "saint" rather than a "noble."

Although the Glorious Divine Court did not particularly advocate asceticism, Lunicia still felt somewhat troubled when she saw this overly luxurious airship flight.

The airship "Duke of Candiano" is a dual-purpose airship converted from a main battleship and was put into service after the "Magic Network Collapse". It not only has luxurious interior decoration, but also has fully guaranteed firepower, speed and protection performance. The circulation system in the ship also adopts the most advanced specifications at the time. Considering that airship technology has almost no development during this period, it can also be said that the "Duke of Candiano" represents the highest level of Muland's current dual-purpose airships.

Even Lunicia, who originally wanted to change her flight, had to reconsider her decision when she heard the words "excellent protection". After all, she had to consider not only her own preferences for the normal environment, but also the safety of her companions. Although Lunicia herself was the type who could sleep peacefully in any environment, she would be happy if she could provide her companions with a comfortable living environment, which might also be considered a good deed.

But why do we feel uneasy?

No matter how many times she tapped her chin with her index finger, Lunicea could not get an answer to this question.

Is it because of the weather outside?

The sea of ​​clouds is always pitch black. If anyone keeps looking at this kind of thing, I'm afraid no one would be in a good mood.

Or is it because the airship is still narrow?

It's not impossible. Although this battleship-sized airship gives people the feeling of a building flying in the sky, with spacious corridors, guest rooms and many facilities inside, it is a completely enclosed room after all. Even if you live here for less than a tour, the limited space and too few passengers may still make people feel uneasy.

Or maybe... it's not these factors that can be discovered at once, but more hidden and unknown factors?

This is completely impossible to think deeply about and can only be considered roughly as one of the alternative options.

"Um..."

"What's wrong, Luna?"

"No, it's nothing."