The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

Hearing the name uttered by Mercury, Perlis's eyes trembled slightly, and her hands hanging by the hem of her skirt trembled slightly.

She turned her gaze towards the entrance of the courtyard, where a figure in a raincoat suddenly appeared.

The figure slowly walked in front of Perlis, took off his raincoat and covered Perlis with it.

She raised her head so that Perlis could now see her face clearly.

Her long pink hair was tied into two low ponytails, lying softly on her shoulders. Her ice-blue eyes were as emotionless as usual, just staring coldly at everything in front of her.

That was the real Carly Fellowes.

"Lord Laplace also has a letter for you," Mercury said emotionlessly as he watched Carly pick up Perlis. "He said that your [Blood Contract] needs to be renewed."

"Tell him that I have my plans," Carly said coldly, glancing at Mercury with her icy blue eyes, "When the time comes, he will know."

"I beg you not to break the contract," Mercury said calmly, "otherwise, I will be sorry."

Carly glanced at Mercury briefly, without responding, and left the mansion carrying the unconscious Perlis.

As her back faded away, the scene became dark again, leaving only Polly standing alone in the void.

It's Carly.

Carly knew all along and was involved.

She always knew.

why?

Why didn't she tell me anything?

"..."

In the void, Perlis pursed her lips slightly and clenched her fists.

She seemed to have something she wanted to shout out, but it was stuck in her throat.

In the end, she said nothing, but just stood alone in the broken void.

Gradually, the void in those bloodshot eyes became blurred, and something hot passed across his cheek.

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Volume Three: "Attending the Banquet of the False God", End.

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Looking from the top of the tower, the white clouds extending to the horizon are leisurely spreading out and slowly floating in the sky.

On the edge of the tower, a girl was looking into the distance. She had long hair as black as night, and eyes as red as blood.

The core of the Tower of Babel was spinning quietly above the girl's head, and the not-so-gentle wind kept blowing over the tower. But even so, the girl just stared into the distance quietly, letting her long black hair flutter in the wind.

"......"

After a long time, an inexplicable silence suddenly descended. The girl's long black hair suddenly fell down, as if the wind around her did not exist.

But she did not look back, her bloodshot eyes still staring into the distance, completely ignoring the person who quietly appeared behind her——

——The visitor was dressed in a classical bard's outfit, with a hat inlaid with feathers and rubies quietly pressed on his black hair tied into a whip. He also ignored the strong wind around him.

"long time no see."

Ikan Geller greeted cheerfully, slowly walked to the girl's side and rubbed his hands gently.

"Phew, it's really cold up there, don't you think? I see you're not dressed warmly enough, will you catch a cold?"

The poet's sudden appearance did not surprise Ibuki Rin at all. She still stared into the distance silently, motionless.

Seeing this, Ikan Geller was not in a hurry at all. He just looked indifferent and looked into the distance with the black-haired girl.

All of a sudden, the movement of clouds suddenly accelerated, and the sun, which had just reached the top of the head, also fell towards the clouds along a trajectory, briefly dyeing the sea of ​​clouds golden, and then quickly disappeared.

Soon, the Broken Moon Misala rose from the horizon, gradually reaching overhead, quietly overlooking the two people on the high tower.

It was only then that Ibuki Rin turned her head slightly, and Ikan's face was reflected in her bloodshot eyes:

"Ok?"

"What do you think?" Icahn tilted his head slightly and smiled friendly, "Why?"

"As usual," Ibuki Rin said softly, turning her head to look into the distance again, "curiosity."

"Then I hope your judgment is correct," Icahn nodded as if he already knew the answer, "but it will be very hard for her."

"The road ahead is still long," Ibuki Rin said calmly, "For her, this is just the beginning."

“I agree with this.”

Icahn nodded slightly, then he raised his head and looked at the broken moon in the sky.

"She still has a lot of suffering to endure."

Then, the two of them fell into endless silence again.

After a long time, a gust of wind carrying the remaining clouds passed over the top of the Tower of Babel, briefly obscuring everything.

When the remaining clouds dispersed, the top of the Tower of Babel was already empty.

...END...

Postscript to Volume Three.

The prologue of Volume 1 was published in July last year, and it has been almost a year till today...

Time flies so fast...

Since there is quite a lot of content, I will just make a brief summary and explain some of my thoughts during the creative process, as well as some of my personal feelings about the book "Babel: Pure White Flame".

(Warning: Too long)

When I first picked up the pen a year ago, I was actually a little nervous. I was born a casual person. Although I will burst out with great perseverance after I decide on something, most of the time, I am in a lazy and free state...

All kinds of things, such as love, college entrance examination, and various social survival precautions, seem to be unable to constrain me. I am always on the way of slacking off or preparing to slack off. All I do is to be happy. As long as I can barely reach a higher level, I will not ask for more.

So, when I decided on the plot of the first three volumes of the "Tower of Babel" series after a flash of inspiration, I was very nervous. I was worried about whether I had the ability to write a work that met my expectations, and whether I had enough perseverance to keep going. To be honest, self-discipline is a difficult thing for me, because I (without being modest) have more or less talents in various small areas, so I can always easily reach a level where I can start, and then happily become a salted fish...

So, faced with writing, a long-term project that I really like but requires long-term self-discipline to complete, I didn’t have the confidence that I could accomplish it at first.

But now, holding the three volumes in my arms, I can happily declare that I did it.

From the beginning when it took me three or four months to finish writing a whole volume of the plot, to the entire volume three being completed in two months, I gradually immersed myself in my writing, and then locked myself tightly in front of the computer screen, maintaining an extremely long period of concentration.

From the simple main line + interlude chapters in Volume 1 to construct a whole story, to the multi-viewpoint narrative in Volume 2 that was written entirely in my head, to Volume 3 using POV narrative to construct two major viewpoints while incorporating some minor viewpoints, I have been setting goals for myself and increasing the difficulty to spur my own progress. I am proud to say that my thinking about narrative has gradually evolved from "simple structure, relying entirely on pictures and emotions" at the beginning to "having a relatively complex structure" later, which is a progress that makes me very satisfied.

But this is just the beginning. I still need more practice in writing to grasp and control the narrative. Although I think I have some talent, I have seen too many talents and ideals destroyed due to arrogance and self-centeredness. I feel deeply saddened and more introspective. I will not allow myself to be destroyed by my own inflated ego. I need more experience and precipitation.

But... I can feel a little proud. I think the hidden clues and foreshadowings I laid out in Volume 1 are relatively successful. The logic is self-consistent and can be recovered. Hey, the clues are clear but not enough. This is just an attempt. I will do better in the future.

I have to say that writing has really taught me a lot. It has pulled me out of my relaxed but monotonous daily life, and forced me to constantly structure and reorganize everything, including myself, while building my own spiritual world. As I spend more and more time thinking and writing, my view of the world has become clearer, and the road under my feet has become more solid.

When setting the tone for the first three volumes, I set an iron rule for myself: put aside all grand narratives, focus on each individual, and then show the whole world from their perspective. I have seen too many people come up with a lot of extremely grand empty words, then use various concepts and so-called ideas to pile up a virtual world, and then add a group of puppets in it, just let them walk around empty. My disgust for this has reached the extreme. I think literature, especially traditional literature, should belong to "people". Everything is people-oriented and built on people, so it will have its soul. Grand and empty things are the same as shallow and exaggerated things. They are poisons to thinking, corroding the new generation, and ultimately making people forget why they walk in the world.

Everyone should be the master of his or her own growth path, rather than being forcibly defined as a meaningless puppet.

Thus, Perlis was born in my heart: a childish girl who has talent and strength, but is always in inner trouble.

After the icy rain, she stared at the world with cold eyes for eight years. Because of Edward's death, she could only see the dark side of the world, unable to see the most precious bond between people, and unable to perceive the beauty and hope of the world. In contrast, she is the [Blade of Babel], powerful and overlooking all living things. This high-handed attitude also made her lose empathy for ordinary people. She became more and more distant from "people" and was gradually shaped by Laplace into a tool to serve the Federation.

Therefore, the main theme of the entire volume is "the bond between loners". At the beginning of the volume, Perlis is just a child, an indifferent and lifeless child. The sun is just an episode in her life, and her world is gray.

Even though she is like this, for various reasons, she travels to Wanren Mountain with Pesce, who she would never have met. Perlis is essentially a flower that faces the sun, longing for the warmth of bondage. Therefore, in her interactions with the young man, Perlis experienced some of the warmth that only exists between people, but she suddenly wakes up from the broken dream caused by betrayal and steps into the abyss.

At this moment, she was completely desperate about the suffocating feeling brought by this loneliness, and even gave up hope of living. But in the end, it was still the bond between people that saved Perlis from the abyss.

At the execution ground on the top of the snowy mountain, whether it was Perlis, Pess or Ivar who secretly attacked, the common logic behind their actions was "the bond between people." These actions made their actions inconsistent with their interests, but they also revealed the warmth brought by the bond.

Without the power of bondage, Perlis would inevitably die on the snowy mountain, and the white flower would rot in the mud. This time, it was not her own power or talent that saved her, but "others".

People are selfish, and Pace would use a stranger for his own selfish desires; people are also selfless, just like Pace would abandon the position of head of the family and instead engage in "atonement" that is meaningless from the perspective of interests.

Perlis and Pace are two different states of loneliness. For Perlis, her loneliness comes from her alienation from the crowd, as well as her strong personality and ability. For Pace, his loneliness is "the loneliness surrounded by the crowd". Even though there is always a group of noisy people around the table of the Lorton Tavern, he still lives in the nightmare by the fireplace.

The bond between the two lonely people was beyond their imagination and created a miracle. So, they escaped from the steel fortress where "no one could escape", jumped from the top of the mountain, and completed their new life.

This is what I pinned my hopes on in Volume 1, “Towards the Tower of Babel.” At the beginning of the story, Perlis went to the northernmost country alone, but at the end of the story, she was no longer alone.

It's not high-brow at all, right? There's no grand proposition or philosophical thought, but this is what I want to express, the simplest truth.

The bond between people may sound tacky and old-fashioned, but it is what appeals to me the most.

In my eyes, literature is always people-oriented. I hate things that sound grand but cannot resonate at all. That is not my life, and art comes from life. The entire volume 1 is a surprise to me, at least I like it very much, this is what the work of my dreams looks like.

Then, the story comes to Volume 2, "Beyond the Edge of the Cage". The theme of this volume is relatively close to the edge of a cliff. The first level of the expanding "cage" can be understood as the border of La Vatino and the blockade of the Sharp Knife Lion, and the second level can be understood as "the increasingly solidified class gap". When the superiors take away everything built by the people, they imprison the people in the cage, and block the passage for leaving bit by bit. This is what Eshilia/Sardo said, "The edge of the cage is constantly expanding."

This volume contains too much of my thoughts on the dark reality, but it is not the main theme. Although the teacher is gone, we are the spark that will surely set the prairie ablaze.

The theme of Volume 2 is “Sparks in the Dark”.

The conflict over La Vatino is, on the surface, a power struggle between the royal government and the Sharp Knife Lion family, but underneath it all, it is a proxy war between the Academi Federation and Wilkin. But beneath the undercurrent, it implies a struggle between two completely different ideologies.

I will not elaborate on this aspect, as it may involve sensitive topics, but there is one thing I can say:

The metaphor of Volume 2 is not the past, but the future.

I hope that a future like the one described in Volume 2 will never come, but even if it does, I believe that the spark hidden among the people will be rekindled.

From [Attack King] Rosedes Yad Pershipons, to Queen Celica, to Eshilia, and finally back to Shardor. This change of power symbolizes a kind of "transmission of sparks." When those pioneers died, the sparks finally returned to Shardor, who was born in the lower class.

She was once just a humble rat in the alley, but now, she is Spark.

Long live the people! Well, I can't go on.

For Perlis, the entire Beyond the Cage is a true "journey to the bottom of the world". If Volume 1 brings Perlis into the relationship between her and "people", then Volume 2 lets Perlis fall from a high altitude and see the world more clearly. This world is not only the high-rise buildings in the capital Wezel and the prosperous country under the Tower of Babel, but also the dilapidated alleys of La Vatino and the smoke of gunpowder rising from the streets.

For her, only when both "seeing people clearly" and "seeing the world clearly" have happened, can she achieve near-qualitative growth.

So, at the end of Volume 2, Perlis chose to help the royal government without hesitation, participated in the Battle of the Wall of Persiphons, and finally killed the Great Prophet Zachamos Arachi, contributing to the rebirth of the kingdom.

Yes, [The Great Prophet]. As a group member complained, this villain throughout Volume 2 is "very mysterious, but actually very fragile". Behind him is the Federation, the existence that symbolizes absolute hegemony, and the shadow that hangs over everyone's head.

But it is just a paper tiger.

The power of the people is strong. I hate elitism and I believe that the power to change the wheel of history lies among the broad masses of the people.

Whether it is the turbulent continent of Ardmir or the real world we live in, I believe that the spark will eventually reignite and burn away all decay. From [Attack King] who faced the tower in the Battle of Aston Plains, to Aleph Stro who was willing to turn into a spark during the battle to recapture Charon, to Perlis who gradually grew up, and to us.

This is very 2-year-old, isn't it? Yes, the proposition of Paper 2 is relatively more ambitious than that of Paper 1, but it is still people-oriented. I did not add too many slogans and showmanship, but simply told a story of "Spark Passing".

This may be naive, I know, but I will not deny my naivety, nor will I trample on my own expectations.

I love this world, which is a very childish thing in itself, and I am willing to remain childish forever.

Hey~ After finishing the second year, I feel so happy.

Finally, we come to Volume 3, "Attending the Fake God's Banquet". I have to say, this is the volume I spent the longest time planning. This is a "competition" that seems fair on the surface, but is full of injustice. On the surface, all contestants are treated the same: as long as they achieve a certain goal, they will definitely receive a generous reward.

But in reality, this so-called fairness is only on the surface. In fact, the entire competition is full of unfairness, no different from the outside world.

However, looking at this competition from a macro perspective, we find that it is indeed a relatively "fair" competition in this environment. At least, the very few people who control their own destiny can change their lives.

I think the metaphorical prototype of the "Tower of Babel Race" should be quite obvious.

After some early thinking, I felt that it would be impossible to tell the story from the perspective of Perlis to show the dimensionality reduction and crushing of ordinary people by this seemingly fair system. Although Perlis is just a child, she is a child who is more at ease than 99% of the people in the world. She focuses on her goals and it is difficult for her to be distracted by too many other things.

Therefore, I created the Skinny Lane trio of Kemp, Jessica, and Rain to show the competition from the perspective of ordinary people from their POV.

Due to the length limitation, I didn't give the trio too many roles, but simply created the simple bond between Kemp and Jessica, and the exaggeration shown by Yu when he used a mask to disguise his scars. This trio is not the most dramatic in terms of personality combination, but I think they are all just right.

The most terrifying thing in the competition is not the difference in strength, but human nature. Strength is not omnipotent. Even a strong person like Itrisna Lanstar will eventually be killed by the stronger Ivar. Human nature can make a docile dog show its fangs and make a gentle boy's mouth bleed. The "untamed wolf" mentioned by Laplace exists in everyone's heart at the same time. Everyone is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Yu is a thorough reflection of the essence of human nature: his betrayal does not come from the struggle for worldly fame and fortune, but from the deepest desire for survival in his soul. He is simply named Yu, firstly to reflect the title of episode 1 and the key point of the text, "Rain Addict", and secondly to shape his character image by "using only a pseudonym" - he is a boy who disguises his fragile nature with a mask of chuunibaku and arrogance, and he is a boy who exposes his true nature when he is desperate. Unlike Kemp and Jessica who were forced to participate in the competition, Yu unabashedly participated in the competition for a better life. Even though he is conceited and fearless, he will burst out his darkest and most essential side when facing the moment of life and death.

The love for rain is the irresistible nature of every rain addict, just like the rain that subconsciously protects itself when facing a life-or-death situation. The nature is something that people cannot change, but I don’t want to stop the topic here, as that would be too dark.

Camp, then, is the light that defies nature, the radiance of the human soul.