First Player Chapter 1051

Chapter 1051 Chapter One Thousand and Forty-Nine · "To Alice."

Even though it was raining heavily, Su Mingan quickly saw her clearly.

She stood among the corpses like herself, looking dazed. And decadent. Her hands stretched out stiffly, covering the hole in the chest of a Holy Alliance soldier, as if she wanted to help him close the wound, but this move could not save his life.

　　　The corpses of the surrounding soldiers were stacked around her in a posture of protecting her. This formation spread to a hundred meters away.

Her posture is so similar to Su Mingan's, but the two are completely opposite positions at this time.

Suddenly, her eyes moved slowly and collided with his. There was an expression on his face that was both sad and desperate.

Her lips slowly opened and closed:

—"Detective Sir".

It turns out that Alice's army is also nearby, and it also suffered heavy casualties.

Three years ago, the gods deprived her of her status as a goddess, but when Su Mingan faked her death, the gods returned her status as a goddess. An ordinary girl, without the identity of a goddess, would not be able to lead people to happiness, so she accepted this cold identity and tried her best to benefit the common people.

Three years have passed and Alice is nineteen years old.

They looked at each other from a distance, and there was almost no one around them.

　　【Goddess Alice Tasliche, nineteen years old. 】

She faced the nineteen-year-old old **** on a distant battlefield as a hostile general. 】

When Alice was sixteen years old, she thought she could write bright and colorful flowers with her pen.

Since becoming a goddess, she devoted herself wholeheartedly to learning the etiquette, political affairs, rituals, and theology of goddesses. She knows that her status is hard-won, and only if she works hard enough, everyone in the town can live a better life.

When she was so stressed that she was about to vomit, she would take out her cherished piano score and recite the songs that Isi had taught her when she was a child. Or take out an old violin with broken strings and stare at it quietly.

　　【mi,re,mi,re...】

"For Alice" is a song that the detective hummed to her. When she was in her cardamom years, she would wrap herself in a quilt and fall asleep by the fireplace. The detective would hold a storybook in hand, tell her stories, and hum songs for her.

The detective said that "Für Elise" was written by a musician in his world. The musician met a girl named "Alice" who asked for help in order to help a blind old man see the sea. The musician played a song for the old man on Christmas Eve. The music made the old man see the snowy peaks of the Alps and the sea water around Tahiti. At the end of the story, the old man closed his eyes without any regrets.

The Alice in the story has the same name. And thirteen-year-old Alice also likes the sea. So the detective hummed the song.

Later, when the war came, the bodies of many soldiers were pushed into the sea, and the sea surface was filled with the color of blood.

Later, Alice became Tasliche, but it was just that the gods wanted to set a trap for the detective.

She lamented the decisiveness of her fate and put a crystal crown on herself.

At the age of eighteen she witnessed a fire.

At that time the knights were executing heretics. She covered her ears, but the priest next to her took her hand, asking her to maintain the demeanor of a goddess, and asked her to listen calmly to the wails.

【You are a goddess and have no pity for these pagans. 】The old priest told her so.

【They are all ordinary civilians...】she said.

【If you don't believe in the gods, the common people will degenerate into demons. You see, they are wrapped in flames and reveal their ugly faces. They are already demons. 】The old priest said so.

That night, the blazing wind rolled the black smoke, and the smell of raw flesh lingered in her nose. People screamed in the flames, like sheep being driven to the slaughterhouse one after another to die. The sheep were frightened, struggling, bleeding, and wailing. Visible chains bound their bodies, while invisible chains were intertwined around her neck. She felt that she was also in an endless fire, and the flames were flowing along. The corners of her long white skirt spread out and grabbed her throat.

Becoming a goddess will inevitably help the evildoers.

But if she doesn't become a goddess, she won't even be able to protect Pat and the others, and the castle city in her childhood will become a battlefield. She will also become a speck of ashes under the huge war.

She is the protagonist, but no matter how hard the protagonist tries, it seems that she cannot escape the shackles of fate. All she was left with were choices that could not be considered as options. Even if she chose one of the paths, she would only be moving towards a predetermined ending.

The short hair had grown to her shoulders, and she tried to cut it off again. Just like when she was floating on the sea, she resolutely cut off her long hair for the detective, like cutting the spider thread that fate pulled them. But this time everyone stopped her.

【You are a goddess, your hair is unbreakable. 】

As a result, she even lost the power to dispose of her hair.

She sat in front of the mirror, looking at the increasingly complicated goddess dress, at her growing hair under the crown and her increasingly dim eyes. Then he lowered his head and looked at the hundreds of government affairs books spread out on the table. Each government affairs book was filled with information about the fate of thousands of people.

—It turns out that from a certain moment on, she also became the "destiny" of many people.

【girl:…】

【Girl: mi, re, mi, re...(humming)】

The lilies sent by Wendell have long since died, the wind chimes sent by Pat are rusty, and only the empty biscuit box remains of the spring cakes made by Mei Mi. The piccolo given by Xiao Hei has long been locked in the cabinet - all that is left to her are their distant letters, telling that they are working hard to live and start a family under her political achievements. And she was completely bound by this trust and love to the white tower called "Goddess".

She used the high note of G major and tried to compose an active piece of music, but the notes she played were dark and dull. The wind chimes swayed by the window, and the pure white goddess's long skirt hung down at the window. She stared at the white lace that circulated on the fabric of the long skirt. At that moment, she realized that she seemed to be unable to describe the colorful beauty through music. .

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Girl: What did you write? 】

【Detective: I want you to live well and still be Alice, not Tasliche. 】

　　　Girl: I also guessed that you would write like this. 】

　　　Girl: Just like I hope you will always be the detective, and I will always be Alice. 】

【Girl: The protagonist will get through the difficulties. We will also... go back to reunite with Pat and the others after the dust settles...]

　　【Detective: The goddess and the despicable will strike their fate. 】

　　　Girl: You are not...a despicable person. 】

【Detective: This is a complimentary word, describing a person who is the protagonist. 】

【Girl: despicable...person. 】

　　【Detective (gentle): Yeah. 】

The girl had been thinking at that time. If the detective never gets married, can they continue to work together as companions? The detective used to drink alcohol every day and was in poor health. He would definitely not be able to hold a sword. She can become stronger and protect him in the future, so that no alien species can bully him, and she can always protect him.

It must be possible.

Her hands passed over extremely precious gems, bead chains, and satin.

She walked into the garden behind the temple. The white flowers swayed in the wind, as if they were carved from white marble, or like crystal clear crystal flowers.

She raised her arms high, but she no longer felt the freedom she had when she was young dancing among the lilies. The heavy crystal crown pressed against her forehead, and the warm wind could no longer blow her heavy skirt studded with gems.

Heavy, heavy—she is like a white cocoon.

“Daddy, mommy.” Alice murmured to herself, looking toward the sky.

Now she has a heavenly father, a god. Worldly parents can't relate to her, but she still looks forward to the fact that maybe one day... they can meet.

"Dad, Mom. I have someone I want to walk with. He has a pair of bright black eyes. When he smiles, those black eyes are like obsidian..."

"He died in the sky, and the holy sword pierced him. But I always look forward to... one day he will come back, just like every year he celebrates my birthday, he will meet me again. We will go to Li At Sister Tower's church, Pat and Dave prepared cakes, and the best white iris flowers bloomed by the lakeside.”

"The light of the setting sun stretched very long, and the white pigeons of the church pecked at the rice that blew on the eaves. He and I stood side by side on the steps at the door. The red wishing tree in the square was hung with thousands of wishing cards, and he was holding My hands hang our wishes high on the treetops..."

At that moment, her mind went blank for a moment. She blinked, but she could only think of the complicated sacrificial texts and the dense government affairs of various countries in her mind.

—She almost forgot what they wished for that year.

—She had almost forgotten the look of the detective that year. Under the wishing tree with red ribbons floating all over the sky, the young man wearing a felt hat slowly lowered his head, moved his shoulders slightly, and brushed the fallen leaves from her hair.

The expression on his face at that moment was something she should remember.

It's like she almost forgot... what name she gave the cat she adopted from the alley when she was fifteen.

Has she ever had a cat?

Su Mingan put down a white dried flower.

The night stretched long between them.

Alice is used to scenes like this with corpses everywhere. She has experienced more than one war in the past three years. She is a goddess, a mascot randomly created by the gods, but so many Holy Alliance soldiers fight to protect her for his light oracle. In order to repay them, she was accustomed to collecting their coffins, even though most of their deaths were due to blind faith.

She leaned over and closed her eyes for the soldiers, and put the name tags on their chests into her arms one by one.

【girl:…】

【Girl: Simons Edwin, age 17, from Cologne...】

【Girl: Nell Ansel, age 21, from the mountain city...】

【Girl: Tommy Achill, age 13…】

There were too many name tags and they were stained with blood, and her chest quickly became covered in blood. Each soldier's face was gray-white, skinny and skinny, with some broken bones stuck together with name tags. She took out her knife, cut open their armor embedded in their flesh and bones, and held the wooden plaques with barely legible names in her arms.

Several black crows rested on the rooted spears, their bellies bulging like pitch-black tombs.

This scene seemed both silent and frightening.

Su Mingan took a few steps forward, but could hardly stand, with layers of corpses stacked around him.

Alice kept repeating the action of gathering the wooden cards. The battlefield was very quiet, and it seemed that only their two upright figures were left. There were so many corpses that she could no longer hold the wooden signs in her arms, so she had to use the soldiers' clothes as bags to put the wooden signs in one by one.

Until she closed a soldier's eyes, the girl's numb movements froze for a moment. She recognized the dead soldier.

【girl:…】

【Girl: Pat...】

Her shoulders trembled like weeds swaying in the wind. Her originally calm expression was finally on the verge of collapse at this moment.

The red-haired soldier was sleeping in the trench, his narrow eyelids were closed, and a white sunny doll was placed on his fingertips, coagulated with blood. If there is a sound of wind in the rain, it should also set off the crisp wind chimes.

His legs were pressed under the stones, and his dexterous hands, which were good at building fences for slums, exposed the white joints. If he could open his eyes, they should be as sharp as a wolf.

"Let's take Alice away from these scary places. She is the protagonist, and so are you. The protagonist should not give up the best ending for some supporting characters who cannot leave." Pat laughed and pushed Su Mingan away. 】

At this moment, Su Mingan met Alice's gaze again.

She stood next to the kerosene lamp, her shadow torn long by the silent light. It seemed like a thousand miles away from him, but also like a step away. Pat's eyes were closed by her, and the Sunny Day doll was held in her blood-stained palms.

Her lips opened and closed, and Su Mingan also read her words—

"I became a goddess because I wanted to protect Pat and the others. If I could protect a town like Fort Court, the children would not starve to death."]

["But I thought, if you become a real old god, you can also protect them. Instead of being like me, struggling with the fate of being a 'protagonist', but constantly losing, and never getting what you want." .”]

【"So, use me to resurrect the alien king."】

　　　"Sir Detective. I submit to this fate."]

Her expression made him think she was about to cry.

【Girl: mi, re, mi, re...(humming)】

The faint sound of singing came from the faint flowing wind.

In the noisy yet silent rain, it was the tune of "Für Elise". The girl sat among the bright red "manzhushahua" on the ground, and slowly took off the crystal crown that had been burdened for a long time. She picked up the knife - "click".

In an instant, his black hair spread down his shoulders.

It seems to have cut off countless causal threads bound to fate.

(End of this chapter)

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