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

Turning his head to look at the deck where no one was alive, Suleiman smiled slightly and adjusted his hat.

He clenched the black emblem on his chest, then slipped into the shadows and disappeared onto the deck.

Countless dark tentacles broke through the waves the moment he disappeared, swallowing up the Blue Reef completely.

By the time the sea turned back to its former icy blue color, there was nothing left on the surface.

......

"Is this a deal (in Dila)?"

On the top of the Temple of Heaven on top of Sakuragi Mountain, Ibuki Rin stood behind Ayane, staring at her back.

"Yes, but also no." Ayane stared calmly in the direction of the Misty Strait, "You should know that we have no choice."

She already knew that the [Black Angel] had been following Perlis, waiting for the moment when she got the [Black Emblem].

However, Ayane did nothing but let it all happen.

"We don't have the position to continue assisting her," Ayane's voice was ethereal and dreamy, "I promised [Black Mino] that I would give the Federation [Pure White Flame] the position, remember?"

"Do you think this is a reward for her?" Ibuki Rin said in a flat tone.

"From my perspective, I have done my best by not handing her over to the Federation."

Ayane turned her head and gave Ibuki Rin a rare wry smile.

"You know, she can't escape the pursuit of the Black Angel no matter what."

"Di La, who found an opportunity in a narrow gap, has no chance of trial and error."

"If she dies here, we will avenge her one day."

"But before that, the fate of the Akihara family needs me to fulfill."

After she finished speaking, she looked towards the west, towards the location of the Tower of Babel, whose range covered the entire continent of Admir.

A gust of wind blew, and the cherry-colored eyes rippled rarely.

But it was only for a moment, the girl lowered her head slightly, and when she spoke again, her voice became hoarse and neutral:

"Now, let's put an end to this messy circus (Dila)."

The girl turned and left. Her body was so frail that she even looked like a child.

Ibuki Rin silently stared at her back, her bloodshot eyes calm.

Suddenly, she seemed to have sensed something, and turned her head slightly, looking in the direction of the Misty Strait.

After a brief gaze, she sighed softly.

......

Under the ocean current, the girl's body slowly sank, falling into the endless cold.

The world beneath the sea is like a cold hell, enveloping and dragging everything that sinks into it.

Falling... falling in the cold...

"It's you...you are blind...pure white..."

The hoarse voice of Zachamos Arichi floated past Perlis's ears, and she fell into the tongue disaster together.

"I have seen your fate... You will wither on the sea... Corrupt in the waves..."

So that's how it is... Did that prophet... really see through my destiny?

"..."

Her lifeless eyes stared blankly at the gradually receding sea. A beam of light shone down from the cloud top, penetrated the sea surface, enveloped the girl's sinking body, and dyed her blood-red eyes an icy blue.

The icy blue light... is like her gaze...

I'm sorry... Carly...

"..."

The icy blue gradually faded in Perlis's sight. Her body had already been torn like a rag, unable to support her remaining life.

She saw countless dark tentacles emerging from the darkness, heading towards her broken body, ready to devour her.

it's over...

There is no doubt that there is no room for thought...

It only takes a moment for the tide of the times to tear apart a particular individual.

In front of the waves, she is just an ant...

Ants...

"Gulu..."

The last string of bubbles came out from Perlis's mouth and nose, gradually rising towards the ice-blue sea that was already far away.

She closed her eyes, and sank into the cold, into the deep darkness.

Just before all this was about to disappear, a faint light appeared on the girl's forehead, emitting a slight warmth -

——It’s the little white flower on her hairpin.

At the same time, Perlis felt something gently embrace her from behind——

"Got you, little girl (ancient divine language)."

Perlis suddenly opened her eyes. She felt her body being turned over, and a red light shone into her eyes.

——Those were a pair of deep bloodshot eyes that seemed to have countless stars rotating in them.

"..."

Deep in the sea, the poet embraced the flowers and sang a requiem:

"We grew up...within the range of the Tower of Babel."

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Volume 4 "Falling Cherry Blossoms Flying Against the Cold Steel", finished.

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The icy rain hit the windows, making a sound like drumbeats.

By the window, a girl with messy pink hair was lying on the table, sleeping to the sound of raindrops.

The table was in a mess. In addition to piles of manuscripts, there were a few randomly placed goblets. There was still some amber wine at the bottom of the goblets, which emitted a faint aroma of wine in the cold room.

"...!"

Suddenly, as if inspired, the girl's body trembled slightly, and she suddenly opened her ice-blue eyes. She sat up and stared blankly ahead.

——Outside the glass window is the capital city of Wezel in the ice and rain, and in the flowerpot in front of the window, a white flower is swaying on its branches.

Under the reflection of this icy rain scene, the white flower fell and landed on the table.

"..."

Carly Fellowes stared blankly at the withered white flower, her mouth slightly opened, exhaling white breath into the cold air.

After a long silence, she picked up the flower, placed it gently in her palm, and held it lightly.

She put the withered white flower into her pocket, tidied her messy hair, stood up and took a deep breath of the cold air.

"Search for [Cradle System]."

"Normal condition."

Hearing the cold prompt tone, Carly nodded to herself and quickly began to change clothes.

Dozens of minutes later, she wrapped herself in an elegant white evening gown. Her messy long pink hair was curled into a noble bun, and the dark circles under her eyes caused by staying up late were covered with white foundation.

At this time, the voice of the mansion AI came:

"Dr. Philos, your special car is about to arrive. The preset destination is Mr. Sean Davis's residence. Please confirm the route."

"Confirm," Carly said in a flat tone, walking to the closet, "Tell him to wait a little longer. I need some time to dress up."

"Okay, your request has been conveyed to the driver."

While talking to the AI, Carly reached out and opened the wardrobe.

——What caught my eye was a gun.

A whole closet full of guns.

"As you wish, Laplace, I will make it rain heavily in Wezel."

"More rain."

The ice-blue eyes exuded a chill that even the icy rain outside the window retreated.

...END...

Volume 4 is finished.

The ending was so cruel to Hua... Wow, such a big twist, I almost had a myocardial infarction...

But she is fine (only fatally wounded), and the plot of Volume 5 begins from here...

I can't help but sigh that Volume 4 is finally finished...

Why do I say finally? Because this is my longest volume so far, about 35 words from beginning to end, almost twice as long as Volume ...

Of course, I am not complaining. This volume is the happiest one I have ever written. I think it has achieved the improvement and effect I expected in terms of narrative method, character creation, and plot design.

However, having my brain working non-stop to grasp those criss-crossing lines three months ago (there are 15 lines in the detailed outline, of course, including the occasional short lines) is really a real mental job and very tiring. Half of my brain's CPU is working for fear of losing the lines.

It's the kind of... In the middle of the night I suddenly remembered that there was a line I hadn't collected, so I quickly got up and wrote it down, and then added it immediately the next morning. This state, hahahahahahahahahahaha...

I have always had an inexplicable enthusiasm for creation. I always feel that when I get serious, nothing else matters. I just have to write well and not mess up. I have to grasp it... My desire for control is too strong.

However, I have to say that the rhythm of Volume 4 still has some problems after the final overall viewing. The second half is too compact, and the climaxes of the plot come one after another (I don’t know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, I personally think it may cause reading fatigue). Next time, I still need to design some transitional plots.

The practice of multi-viewpoint switching in this volume's fighting scenes was relatively successful. Except for the Iron Lord battle which was a little less impactful than expected, most of them were acceptable and made me really enjoy it.

Similarly, the multi-viewpoint narrative has become more mature in this volume, and both diffusion and recycling have achieved the expected effects. For example, several lines extending from Volume 1 (Iron Lord, Angela, Angel) have been well incorporated and extended, completing my intention when I laid these lines a year ago (playing a big chess.jpg).

If we look for problems, Akihara's perspective is a little lacking, but it was mainly cut down because we didn't want to delay the main plot. Looking at it now, the Iron Lord should have been given more perspective.

By the way, if you have any questions or opinions, you can tell me in the book review or comments. I need feedback from different perspectives~

Okay, I feel like there’s no point in me saying all this, so let me talk about some of my thoughts at the end of Volume 4.

The theme and focus of this volume are very clear, which is "waves". On the one hand, it refers to the turbulent waves on the sea, and on the other hand, it refers to the tide of the times and everyone who rises and falls in it.

The wheel of history rolls on, the old is destined to be replaced, and the new is destined to become the mainstream, but the question is, is the old destined to be abandoned?

As the old and the new alternate, are some invisible and brilliant "old things" just drowned in the tide of the times?

When the Federation's technology developed to the point where giant ships could soar in the sky, the Blue Reef was clearly an old thing. A three-masted wooden sailing ship, haha, how old it was, even in our time, it should be sent to a museum.

But the spirit possessed by the people on the Blue Reef is the last brilliant glory of the old era.

Furukawa Wataru who led the way and acted as a sacrifice, Shibata Kazuki who sacrificed his life, and even Watahashi Kazuharu who turned into a devil, they all have a spirit that people of the new era do not yet possess.

How much of the Bushido spirit is left in today's __?

It's not convenient to talk about this in depth. I'm just a little writer who likes to write stories and share some thoughts. I don't want to be hit on the head with a heavy hammer.

The alternation of the old and the new is the main theme of Volume 4. From Furukawa Wataru to Gleason, Shibata Kazuki to Mama Hitaro, the Blue Rock to the Ice Ocean, the Iron Lord to Venia, everything is inevitably undergoing a process of alternation under the drive of the waves.

New things must be applicable and versatile to the current era, but are old things necessarily completely outdated?

Perhaps, this is a kind of self-consolation and justification for me, an ordinary writer who does not write in accordance with the trend of the times...

It doesn’t matter. The fact that you are reading this line of text is one of the meanings of my writing.