Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

Pamela did not say anything, silently memorizing the title of "Lord of Everlasting Darkness".

"As for why I came to you... because you are 'special enough'." Night Crow said frankly.

"Special enough?" Pamela frowned, "Because of my appearance?"

"Not sure." Night Crow shrugged his wings, "That's what the guy who sent me said."

"What else did he say?" Pamela couldn't help asking.

"He also said that the fate of the world and your fate are all chosen by me." Night Crow said, "But I don't like to make choices that have nothing to do with myself, so I give you the right to choose."

"... Toss that silver coin?" Pamela said self-deprecatingly.

"You don't have to feel burdened." Night Crow comforted, "The silver coins that fall randomly represent the choice of the 'world', unless you cheated."

"I didn't cheat!" Pamela subconsciously retorted, and then a bitter smile appeared on the girl's face.

She was indeed comforted, but because of this, she felt that this world was simply crazy.

"About the blessing of God..." Night Crow said.

Pamela unconsciously focused her attention.

"...Of course it's true." Night Crow said as if it was a matter of course, "The 'Principle of Light' who gave you the blessing is a close twin god with my Lord 'Lord of Darkness'."

"Just as day and night coexist harmoniously, light and darkness are not absolutely opposite, so you don't have to worry too much."

"...So, what exactly is that so-called 'blessing'?" Pamela took a deep breath and asked with a wry smile.

"Well..." Night Crow pondered, without answering directly, and turned to a seemingly irrelevant topic, "Do you want to kill 'that thing' in the castle?"

"Yes!" Pamela said without hesitation.

Although "that thing" has been very kind in front of her so far, Pamela can't forget the miserable deaths of the three classmates who explored the secret passage, and the painful eyes of Beavis who couldn't disobey orders at all.

"That's easy." Night Crow said briskly, "Take those two toy guns and play a shooting battle game with 'that thing'."

"...Ah?" Pamela was dumbfounded.

Night Crow repeated it sympathetically, and explained at the end:

"It's okay not to play the shooting battle game, whatever excuse you make, it doesn't matter if you give 'that thing' a gun, anyway, find a way to shoot it, and then you will know what the great 'Glory Principle' gives you. "

"..." Pamela was still confused.

This world is really crazy, right?

After thinking about it, Night Crow added: "The blessing of glory will not harm you, so don't worry about hurting yourself, go boldly!"

"...Don't fool me, it will cost lives!" Pamela already believed it in her heart, but she still confirmed it again and again.

"Don't worry, when have I ever lied to you?" Night Crow said confidently.

Pamela thought about it carefully and found that at least so far, the crow had not deceived her.

From the beginning to the end, she had taken the crow's words as the lines of a fantasy script.

Besides, now, does she really have other life-saving straws to be picky about?

No.

"...Okay, I'll try it now." Pamela made up her mind, put the toy gun back into the holster on her waist, stood up and said.

"Well, I suggest you change your clothes first... Since 'that thing' has turned you into the same kind, it would be too strange to wear clothes that should be changed."

"..." Pamela almost couldn't hold back her expression, "So, this outfit is actually irrelevant?!"

"I have been emphasizing only the toy gun, right?" said Night Crow.

"..." Pamela thought about it and found that it was really the case.

In terms of clothes, the crow just suggested "easy to move"...