Chapter 885: - It's time to start! (33)
In the boundless sea of flowers.
In just a moment, Amakusa Shiro had two more companions, Semiramis and Shakespeare.
According to what he said, if the other Heroic Spirits hadn't been unwilling to trust him and used it for him, there should be more Servants around him now.
If all the other Servants gathered here, then Liu Xia might have a difficult feeling, and he might even turn around and leave, but if it was just these three people, it would not make him feel jealous.
"Is it more than that?"
Liu Xia held the He Dao in both hands, with a posture like she might rush to slash at any time, she looked at the three people on the opposite side, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she said indifferently: "Don't you think that it's just an increase in the number of people, Can we turn things around?"
"Even if there is no law of strength and speed in this space, the gap in physical fitness will be largely eliminated, but if it is only the number of people, it will not work for me."
"Whether it works or not, you have to try it before you know."
Amakusa Shiro still kept a smile on his face, turned to look at the empress beside him, and said softly, "Semiramis, put Shakespeare down, we need his strength."
"Humph!"
When Semiramis heard the words, he snorted coldly and loosened the chains that locked Shakespeare's throat, allowing him to escape, not forgetting to leave harsh words.
"I'll let you go this time, and next time, I'll never forgive you lightly!"
"Cough cough... oh oh! Thank you, Her Majesty the Empress for her generosity!"
Shakespeare coughed twice, cleared his throat, made a gesture of surrender, and then regained his energy, raised the book in his hand high, and laughed excitedly.
"Then, let's start with me! Come on! Open your eyes and look carefully! It may be sudden, but the time for the opera has already begun!"
"My work is titled - FirstFolio (the moment of opening has come, there should be thunderous applause here)!"
At the moment when the Noble Phantasm was liberated from its true name, a storm of magical power was released from the book in his hand, and the pages quickly turned.
At the same time, a large number of ghostly jet-black figures appeared beside him, as if the time had come, and the actors who were about to take the stage gathered together.
"Om—!"
Immediately afterwards, a strong light emanated from Shakespeare and quickly illuminated the area of the sea of flowers.
In an instant, when everyone closed their eyes, the world was tampered with.
…………
After the light dissipated.
Lucia opened her eyes.
In just a short time, it was no longer the beautiful sea of flowers, but a traditional Japanese-style house.
The decoration of this house is very familiar. The whole room is only furnished with simple bed quilts, dressers, wardrobes, etc. There is also a floor-to-ceiling mirror that is one person high.
Outside the window is a dense bamboo forest, reflecting the luster of the moon under the bright moon. A gust of evening wind blows, and there is a rustling sound in the bamboo forest.
"Illusion... No, it shouldn't be. Illusion is useless to me."
Liu Xia looked at the wooden house and wanted to find some differences. He didn't expect that the layout of the room was exactly the same as he remembered, and there was no difference at all.
"So, this should be a barrier that can reproduce the object's memory... something like an inherent barrier, is this Shakespeare's Noble Phantasm?"
The Noble Phantasms of Heroic Spirits are various and varied, and there are only the unexpected, and there is nothing that cannot be done.
The ability to reproduce the scene in the subject's memory, and perform rehearsal and adaptation like a stage play, is probably the most suitable for a heroic spirit of a writer like Shakespeare.
"If that's the case, then the next step should be..."
There was a thoughtful look on Liu Xia's face, and then she looked in the direction of the door of the room.
"Bang!"
The next moment, the door was pulled open.
The girl who was wearing a white yukata and her hair was still dripping with water stepped into the room barefoot.
Her every move, even a little bit of behavior and habits, were no different from the girl in Liu Xia's memory, as if it was completely shaped according to the template in his memory.
"You're here again."
After seeing Liu Xia's figure, the girl glanced at him with a cold look, then walked into the room on her own, and came to the window, blowing the evening wind outside the window.
"It's pretty realistic."
Lucia looked at the girl in front of her, her eyes sparkling with a jewel-like luster.
There are far more dead lines on her body than the real two rituals, she is like an old man on the verge of death.
This fragile world, in the eyes of his demon eyes, is full of flaws.
Liu Xia silently raised the He Dao in his hand.
As long as the knife is cut down, such a world will be self-defeating.
"Well! Don't worry! Next is the most exciting time!"
Shakespeare's voice entered Liu Xia's ears from an unknown distance, with a strong confidence in his tone.
"Please enjoy and wait, this will become our self-confidence!"
Liu Xia straight raised a knife and was about to slash.
"...Well, since you can't wait, just fast forward to the climax!"
in the room.
The girl standing in front of the window suddenly turned her head, her dark pupils stared straight at Liu Xia, and there was an inquisitive meaning in her eyes.
"I said, what are you looking for in me?"
Such cold words came out of her mouth.
Lucia made a move.
Immediately, he cast a surprising look at her.
"In your heart, am I really what you want most?"
The girl didn't look at Liu Xia, but muttered to herself, "For you, what is the thing you want most? Is it me, or something about me?"
"You lack something in your body, so you are born to yearn for this kind of thing, this is human nature, it is a common thing, but you just want to get that kind of thing from me, so you decided to pursue me wishful thinking. , isn't it?"
Liu Xia put down the knife in her hand and looked fixedly at the fake girl.
"Do you think keeping your distance from other women is your love and loyalty to me?"
She babbled to herself again, "Shouldn't it be? In the end, both parties in love should pay not the superficial form, but their sincere and fiery love."
"You want to get my love from me, but what do you think you can give? Is it just a form of hypocrisy? No, it's more accurate—"
"—Do you think that your feelings for the two ceremony people are really love?"