Golden Darkness's Own Opinion

The wind that came from nowhere curled the ends of Sherlock's hair, carving old wrinkles one after another on his forehead like a knife.

"...Sherlock, what are you—"

"Does it matter what I act for?"

The face of the old man, who had been backlashed by the years, showed a smile that was still full of mystery.

"I'll rebuild the gaming table for you, come on, killer, let me see the ending that runs counter to the script written by the gods, even if it's called deviant!"

His cane struck the ground for the third time, and this time, as the invisible ripples spread into the distance, illusion-like city phantoms appeared around them, and the clear and dry sky was once again blackened by deep clouds.

The gate of time and space was knocked by the old man.

Dimensional transcendence!

The Shadow at the End of Volume 287: Chapter [-] Chapter [-] Origin

The golden darkness scanned the city it was in.

It is indeed a familiar street scene, and it is indeed a familiar person. This is London and there is nothing wrong with it.

She looked at the aging old man in front of her. The cane in the old man's hand was eroded and cracked by the years, and the lacquered wood that was no longer shiny was gradually peeling off, exposing a rusty sword edge hidden inside.

【Excalibur】.

The apex of the legendary knights, the sword held by King Arthur, the eternal king, has somehow fallen into the hands of Sherlock. There are rumors that the reason why it can be immortal for thousands of years is because the artisans mixed a small amount of [color gold] when casting it, which caused a fundamental change in its nature, and even the mighty power of nature could not move it a little.

However, this holy sword, which is supposed to be immortal, has been worn away like ordinary iron.

"you……"

Awed by the miraculous power displayed by Sherlock, and also awed by the price to be paid for such a usurping act, the golden darkness opened her mouth, and before uttering a word, she suddenly realized something, Turning around with astonishing momentum, he looked for something.

Sherlock just watched her quietly.

"Aria!"

She hugged her lover as softly as if she were caring for a fragile doll.

The body in her arms was slender and weak, with a light and beautiful figure, her skin was morbidly fair, almost transparent, her expression was calm and serene, as if she was immersed in a beautiful dream and did not want to wake up.

Yes, unwilling to wake up.

"Aria! Aria!"

Obviously Sherlock had given her a chance to start again, but she couldn't wake up her lover no matter what. This was the second round of competition that didn't exist, but she couldn't even step on the starting line again.

The fingertips of the golden shadow trembled on Aria's chest.

There is no heartbeat.

"I'm very sorry."

Following the voice, she looked up at Sherlock who had no apology on his face.

"Although I am very glad that you can trust my ability so much, unfortunately, there are still a few existences in this world that I cannot interfere with. Unfortunately, Little Aria is one of them."

"...I don't accept that explanation."

The golden darkness shook his head.

The city that she completely destroyed at the atomic level can be sifted out by Sherlock from the reverse flow of time. Even the people and things in the city are intact. Why is it that only Aria will not be affected?Why was it that Aria was the only one who could not be saved?

"You really still don't see it?"

It was easy to see what she was thinking, and Sherlock couldn't help sighing.If it was the normal golden darkness, she must have discovered some clues... But now she has been reduced to a fool whose rationality has been burned by the fire, without the slightest logic at all.

"How could it be that only Little Aria is not affected? Open your eyes and look around you carefully."

He stretched out his finger, pointed to the golden darkness, and then pointed to himself, with an indescribable joy on his wrinkled face.

"Aren't you, and I, all outcasts who are not favored by the world?"

"I don't understand, I don't understand!"

Sherlock's riddle-like statement made Golden Dark growl like venting. If it was normal, maybe she would have the patience to guess what it meant, but now, beating around the bush like this would only make her feel more and more irritable.

"What's going on!? Why would I be classified as the same as you?"

"The reason is [Foreign Object]."

Finally having no choice to continue tormenting the nerves of the golden darkness, the old man slowly let go of the cane. The cane was weathered and turned into ashes before it hit the ground. cut.

"We are [foreign objects] outside the rules. While not bound by the world, we are not sheltered by the world. When everything is reversed due to the reverse flow of time and space, we are the only ones who are not affected by any influence as if they were forgotten."

"No, you're not right."

The golden darkness gritted his teeth, and his voice leaked out from between his teeth.

"I am indeed a [foreign object] in this world, but aren't you, but Aria, an original resident of this world?"

"Before she was 13, yes."

"……13 years old?"

"Ah, probably Little Aria didn't mention it to you. At her birthday party when she was 13 years old, she was shot once. At that time, the Holmes family mobilized all their forces to find out the whole story. But nothing came of it, and that case is still a suspenseless case.”

Golden Darkness listened patiently to Sherlock's story about Aria's past that she didn't know.

"After the shooting, Little Yaria was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. The doctor who performed the surgery tried to take out the bullet in her body, but no matter how he checked, he couldn't find any trace of the bullet at all. The bullet that entered her body seemed to disappear out of thin air. Similarly, after repeated examinations after the operation to confirm that all physical parameters were normal, the hospital agreed to discharge Little Yaria, and the matter of the bullet was left alone, but..."

Sherlock chuckled, the old laughter was as piercing and strange as a night owl.

"After that, Aria's face didn't change anymore, her body didn't grow any longer, her long flaxen hair gradually became pink, her blue eyes seemed to be lodged with flames, and her originally cold color became hot and bright. "

"She was beaten into [Scarlet Bullet] by me."

His stooped body straightened, his cloudy white eyebrows were raised high, and his hoarse voice became sonorous and powerful.

"From that day on, she is no longer an ordinary 'Kamizaki H. Aria', but a 'breakpoint of time and space', [Aria of Scarlet Bullet]."

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PS1: I found that none of the books I promoted are complete.

PS2: Maybe this is the universal power of "pigeons will attract each other"...

PS3: But!Today I want to break this curse!So, Shiori-san, this important task is entrusted to you!

"Shiori-san doesn't want to make trouble".

For a comprehensive comic with the background of dating battles, the word-to-click ratio of 1:10 is much higher than mine's 1:5.

So when I'm a pigeon, you can go there to make trouble~

PS4: Trust me, this kid will finish the book.

PS5: Acquire Alice shares at a high price.

The Shadow at the End of Volume 288: Chapter [-] Chapter [-] Chapter [-]

"Gold..."

The golden darkness subconsciously looked at the [Golden Colored Gold] that Sherlock gave her in her hand. She did know that there was a strange power in this metal, but she had never delved into the nature of this power.

"Isn't color gold an original substance in this world? Why..."

It's unbelievable, and I can't believe it anyway. If it is because of the color gold that the hosts of the color gold are defined by the world as "foreign objects" with the same specifications as her "people from other worlds", then it doesn't mean——

"Ah, you guessed right."

Eliminate all unreasonable options, and the remaining one, no matter how incredible it may seem, must be the only truth.

The rare detective leads the Fool closer to the origin of the world step by step.

"The world is already riddled with holes, and we're just living on top of its dead wreckage."

As if the sudden outburst had drained all his energy, the old man coughed weakly and took a while to regain his breath.

"You and Qing are not the first guests to visit this world. Before you came, the 'foreign body' named by the ancestors had already existed for nearly 2000 years."

The break point that causes the discontinuity of time and space, this is the essence of color gold.

"It is the origin of all stories, the end of karma, the golden darkness, do you understand what I mean?"

It is precisely because of the existence of color gold that this supposedly ordinary universe has "superpowers" that are out of specification, and it makes Aria, who should have spent her life as the "Miss of the Sherlock Holmes family" all her life, change. Became "Aria of the Scarlet Bullet".

It is precisely because of the existence of color gold that the already unstable time and space become more and more disordered, which makes guests from different worlds come to this world one after another.

It is because of the existence of color gold that the two people can meet and the story can begin.

"...Now I just want to know how to save her."

In fact, she doesn't care about the essence of gold. For her, even if the whole world is added up, it is not as important as Aria's finger.

"You have it, right? You said that this is 'my last chance to make a comeback'. If you can't bring Aria back, what kind of comeback is it?"

"Oh, this is indeed very your style."

Sherlock smiled lowly.

"It's actually very simple to save Little Aria, you just need to take back the [Crimson Gold] that originally belonged to her."

"...Take [Fei Jin] back?"

"exactly."

His laughter was clearly joyful.

"Anyway, it's also the body of [Crimson God]. If there is no heart, just create another one, but losing [Crimson Gold] is equivalent to losing the soul."

"Then, after recapturing [Crimson Gold], was it Aria or [Crimson God] that I rescued?"

The golden darkness's rhetorical question made Sherlock dumbfounded for a moment.

"...As expected, you are still you."

It might as well be called "Golden Darkness"... Even in this situation, she still retains this level of insight.

"Whether the rescued one is Aria or [Scarlet God], this is a good question. I know you won't be entangled in the speculative question of spirit and flesh, so I won't start to answer it from this angle."

"First of all, you have to make it clear that as a 'human', Aria Minor is dead. This is an unchangeable reality."

Although he said, "If you don't have a heart, you can make another one," but for human beings, it is impossible to live without a heart, and that kind of injury is fatal to anyone.

"When she chose to untie the self-restriction and shatter the [Shell Gold Seven Stars] in her body, Aria Minor, who was a 'pure human', no longer existed. What was originally born from her body should be completely However, perhaps because of the sympathy for the matter of 'love', [Scarlet God] did not devour the personality of Little Aria, but chose a more gentle way to carry out [God Seance] , Aria Minor after that is almost an existence that can be called a [God of Man]. "

"But she's still dead..."

Golden Darkness's face darkened, and it almost broke her heart to admit it.

"Yes, Little Aria is still dead. Even the [Present Human God] is not necessarily invincible. Her opponent is far stronger than her, so she lost the battle, and the price of defeat is the price of losing the battle." in this way."

"It's impossible to bring back the original Minor Aria intact, even if I exert the power of [Crimson Gold] to the extreme, I can't do it. The only thing you can bring back is the 'mortal' It’s just [Scarlet God Aria] with part removed and filled with the part of ‘God’.”

Does that count as "Aria"?Strictly speaking, there is no problem in understanding it as a fake with the personality and memory of "Aria"...

"Ship of Theseus."

He said this word, and then carefully observed the expression of the golden darkness without any concealment.

The golden darkness tightly pursed his lower lip, and the taste of rust gradually spread on the tip of his tongue.

Sherlock savored her distress with relish.

"Whether to save her or not, this should be a question for you to worry about. The detective will only help you analyze the current situation, and will not give you any suggestions."

In fact, he can't give any advice.

This is a test question that can only be completed by herself. If Sherlock is allowed to make the choice for her, when the dust settles, even the Golden Darkness who was helped by him may not be grateful to him... …

"These two options, no matter which one it is, can't get you the happiness you want, and no matter which one it is, it can only lead to an ending that causes everyone's misfortune. It makes no difference."

Sherlock shook his head and sang sadly and happily in an aria tone.

"So, please choose. After all, only by making a choice can the script continue to move forward."

Only when the golden darkness makes up her mind to take a step—whether it is advancing or retreating, only when she, the protagonist of the play, takes action, can this first act truly begin.

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PS1: My finger is injured...and it's still the index finger. After wrapping it in a bandage, it looks a whole circle bigger than the other fingers. It's really difficult to code...

PS2: Huh?No, isn't this the reason to be a pigeon in a fair and honest way?