I Want To Be a Hero Who Can Connect To the Dimension

She just walked in with her head bowed, wearing a three-cornered hat with a white plume.

The slender but powerful cheetah-like figure is wrapped in black gloves and leather clothes. If it is paired with some pure white clothes or accessories, it can definitely show the charm of the other party.

Of course, the other party did the same, but the white court shirt was covered with blood on the chest and neck, and the blood was still slowly falling on her left wrist, falling on the clean coffee shop. on the floor.

A golden pendant with an emerald the size of a pebble swayed slightly on the other's chest, then she raised her head and aimed her dull blue eyes at Jon.

"Is a corpse that should be resting in peace still worth fighting for for the superior?"

The lady who opened the door spoke slowly to Jon, without any emotional fluctuations in her tone. Although she seemed to be questioning and called Jon a very strange name, she herself didn't seem to care about it at all.

She walked forward like this, crossed her legs and sat on the stool, waiting for Jon's answer.

The cold appearance made Ying Shanren rub his arms exaggeratedly, then he gave Jon a look, stood up and prepared to go back.

However, during the whole process, the new guest never set his eyes on Ying Shanren.

Jon just shrugged his shoulders, and replied with a smile: "Interesting souls have always been my goal, but I'm curious, Ms. Maria from the Star Clock Tower..."

Jon poured Maria a cup of black tea.

"Why do you think I'm a superior?"

Jon was also a little surprised. The unexpected new guest was Maria, a former hunter from the world cursed by blood. However, judging from the current state of the other party, he should have committed suicide in the real world, but was dragged into a nightmare by the curse. exist.

Of course, Jon didn't think too much about whether Maria was really dead. After all, anything could happen in that strange world.

Maria may have died physically in the real world, but her soul was captured by the power of the curse, imprisoned in the nightmare, and then guarded the secret. Why do you think the other party is the superior?

Maria didn't think about this issue, because she knew that what the Healing Church pursued by committing a lot of sins couldn't be viewed with common sense. It was like she was dead, but her soul was pulled into a nightmare Among them, she was facing the memory that made her feel painful and blamed herself all the time.

She lives on the top floor of the Star Clock Tower, guarding the secret behind her that should not be discovered, covering up the crimes that the hunters once committed.

She used the reason that she was already dead to convince herself, and let herself sit on that chair in the state of cutting her wrist and committing suicide, pretending not to hear the voices in the nightmare that made her almost collapse.

Even on the top floor, she could clearly hear the wailing of the patients in the laboratory building, where someone was calling her and calling her name all the time.

calling...

"Ah... Ms. Maria, Ms. Maria... please take my hand and help me not to drown..."

"Ms. Maria, please don't leave..."

"Ms. Maria, I am in pain, please kill me..."

Those patients respected her, but she knew that she was part of what caused these patients to suffer such suffering. It was her and the evil deeds of the hunters who were also imprisoned in the nightmare that opened the box that brought disaster .

She is already dead, but she was imprisoned in the nightmare because of the curse left by the superior, and stayed in the nightmare that caused her pain, and the only thing that could bring her to other dreams was the existence of the same superior In addition, Maria really couldn't think of other possibilities, even if she didn't really understand the existence of superiors.

and...

She seemed to be able to smell a faint breath of the other person, which was somewhat similar to her but seemed completely different, as if she was more advanced and even subconsciously wanted to worship.

Has the other party successfully ascended from the filthy blood to the upper class?

She is the cousin of the queen of the filthy blood, so knowing that the queen has been longing to give birth to a son of blood, has the other party succeeded?

Maria didn't know, but she didn't care about these things anymore. She didn't know much about the existence of superiors and didn't want to know too much.

She herself is a contradictory person. As a nobleman of Cain, she hates the power of blood. It is precisely because she admires Germain's pure fighting skills that she joins the hunter organization. She brought endless remorse.

Maria remained silent and did not answer Jon's question.

Jon was not in a hurry, he just quietly pushed the black tea cup in front of her.

The heat from the black tea cup seemed to warm the dead but alive body a lot, but in the end Maria still didn't pick up the black tea.

She just sat there quietly, like a real corpse.

But only Maria knew that she was just experiencing this rare quiet time.

Here, she seemed to have forgotten the sins she had committed, and the wails of the patients no longer sounded in her ears, as if she could fall into a real peaceful sleep in the next second, but after all, she still did not indulge in such a beautiful dream. middle.

Maria raised her head again, glanced at Jon calmly, then stood up and prepared to leave here.

"Won't you sit down for a while?" Jon said without raising his head, "I thought you would have a lot of questions, such as about the secrets here."

These words made Maria pause in place, and turned her head slightly, revealing a slightly pale side face.

"But it's a secret, isn't it?"

After speaking, Maria walked towards the door step by step.

She couldn't understand this place, just like she couldn't understand the power of superiors, or how greedy humans could be.

Some secrets are truly irresistible, like hunters who once cracked the skulls of innocent villagers trying to find the eyes that exist in the brains.

But a secret is a secret because it has value that needs to be concealed.

"Goodbye, kind-hearted superior..." Maria glanced at Qianqiao who was sleeping soundly on the sofa. She could feel that the other person's body was on the verge of collapse, but in this strange little place Slowly recovering in the dream.

Coupled with the same sense of peace that made her feel at ease and wanted to sleep here forever, Maria did not choose to delve into the other party's secrets, nor asked the other party's identity, but was going back to continue guarding the secret hidden behind her .

but...

"What an interesting answer." Jon felt that Maria seemed to have misunderstood his identity. After all, the Blood clan in the world of Kamen Rider Build and the filthy blood clan in the world of Curse of Blood are completely irrelevant, maybe It was because they had such a similar aura and were misunderstood by the other party.

Jon didn't intend to explain too much, but took out a contract and threw it at Maria.

"But it's rare to see an interesting blood family, so it would be a pity to miss it like this."

The golden contract was caught by Maria's hand, and then merged into her body.

But even so, the expression on her face remained calm, and she did not express any doubts about the existence of the contract.

In her eyes, this is just a tool for her to go from a nightmare to another dream. As for wishes? Maybe it's just the unique behavior style of the superior, just like those unfortunate fishermen who used to beg the superior Kos for a good catch.

Maria left just like that, and she didn't show any attitude that she would come back from the beginning to the end, but Jon knew very well that the other party would come back.

Because everyone who appears here has a reason to come.

As the door of the coffee shop was closed, the coffee shop fell into silence again, and Maria returned to the clock tower of stars.

She sat back in her seat.

Sitting with legs crossed while holding the sword hilt at an angle, his drooping face was completely covered by a black tricorn hat.

This time, she did not sit in the appearance of committing suicide by cutting her wrists, but sat in the most familiar posture during her lifetime.