Whispering Verse

"My favorite part?"

Of course, the question must be answered, but Shade has already made up his mind in his heart that he must omit this part when telling the story to Miss Carina who is waiting at home after this adventure.

"I like the rudder best."

He pursed his lips, hoping that his words would be normal:

"The rudder is very small but very powerful. No matter how it needs to be turned, it can easily change the direction of the ship with just a slight twist. Although most people can only observe the part above the water, but in the In my opinion, the rudder, which is usually invisible, is actually the best."

The blue-eyed girl laughed again, her snow-white jiao swaying slightly, making her look like a mermaid on the bed:

"I didn't expect you to say that, but I appreciate your honesty. How about I change my position so that you can observe my... um, yes, the rudder more carefully."

"Oh, no, no, that's fine. I'll finish the painting soon!"

Shade said hurriedly, causing the girl to laugh again. However, she did not tease Shade anymore. She just held her face with her hands, lay on her side and stared at him. She really kept watching him. He didn't even look away.

He did finish the oil painting quickly. After the last stroke was finished, Shade looked at the "beautiful scenery" painted by his own hands on the canvas with satisfaction. The girl on the bed also saw that the painting was finally over, so she couldn't wait to get out of the bed naked:

"The painting is done, right? Let me take a look. Oh, it's your turn to be a model."

"What?"

Shade was startled, but he didn't expect another voice behind him to suddenly say:

"OK."

Shade immediately turned around to look, and then quickly turned his head back. At some point, another Miss Malone with red hair, the one he had seen at the dance not long ago, was already standing behind him. It's just that compared to the blue-haired Miss Malone who acted as a model just now, the one behind Shade has a more handsome face.

She was wearing clothes at this time, but not much. And as she walked towards the soft bed, her clothes were thrown to the floor.

The first Miss Malone came behind Shade with a smile and then disappeared. The second Miss Malone climbed onto the bed and leaned against the head of the bed in a lazy posture:

"Let's write."

she said.

"Again?"

Shade said, but his right hand touched the brush uncontrollably.

The girl leaned on the bed in a very lazy but artistic posture. Her face and body details were obviously roughly the same as the first Miss Malone, but when she looked at Shade behind the drawing board, Shade I always feel like I am being targeted by a wild beast.

His right hand was still automatically showing off his extremely superb painting skills, while little Mia revealed her little head from between the buttons on her chest, curiously looking at the painting that was taking shape.

In the end, it was the girl on the bed who spoke first, and Shade was basically certain that the first Miss Malone he saw on the deck was the first Miss Malone, and the girl he saw at the dance was the girl at this time.

"You smell like our kind."

Although she has basically the same appearance as the blue-haired girl just now, her tone of voice is completely different when she speaks:

"So, you actually know what I am."

"No, I don't know. After all, I have never encountered such a thing."

Shade answered honestly, so Miss Malone asked the question again:

"But you have obviously seen my kindred, and they are very powerful kindred spirits. So please evaluate me, am I beautiful?"

Without even raising his head, Xia De answered directly:

"Of course it's beautiful."

"Then from what racial perspective is it evaluated?"

Shade continued to look at the oil painting taking shape on the canvas in front of him:

"Both angles."

Then the girl leaning on the bed smiled:

"Did you rely on such words to win the favor of my powerful kinsman? Then please look at me carefully and tell me again whether I am beautiful or not."

Shade originally didn't want to raise his head, but the strange sound of wings flapping forced him to raise his head. He tried his best to control his sight, focusing only on the wings extending from the back of the girl's back:

"The color of the scales is between brilliant sky blue and deep indigo, so it's a blue dragon~"

I sighed in my heart, then hurriedly lowered my head and continued to look at the canvas:

"Yes, it's very beautiful. Although the wings are small, their shape is very good. Especially when you breathe, the wings sway slightly, which is really charming. From the perspective of human girls, they don't have such a 'talent'. From the dragon’s perspective, the color of your scales is very tempting.”

The girl on the bed continued to smile, and it was clear that she was in a very happy mood:

"You are really good at talking. Okay, okay, let's draw quickly. If you don't draw me as beautiful as you say, I will be angry."

The painting speed of Sha De's right hand has increased a bit, because compared to the outside world, the duration of this illusion does not seem to be as long as imagined, so Sha De is not in a hurry. When the second painting was completed, Shade did not stand up. The two Miss Malone stood behind him, one on the left and one on the right, looking over his shoulders at the two canvases, and laughingly discussing who painted it. is better.

So in the voice of Miss Double Malone, the surrounding light gathered into the campfire again. Raindrops wetted the newly dry clothes, and rough waves replaced the leisurely atmosphere in the first-class cabin of the cruise ship.

"What am I?"

The blue-haired and red-haired girls disappeared, leaving only the confused black-haired girl.

When the witches saw Shade returning from the illusion, they also gathered again:

"Shad, is the oil painting in your hand the same as Miss Malone left on the ship?"

Miss Teresa asked curiously, Shade nodded slightly, and then in their surprised eyes, he unfolded the rolled canvas and found that it was actually two canvases rolled together:

"Two?"

"I think the answer can now be revealed."

He did not let the witches see the pattern on the canvas immediately, but asked the girl in front of him in the rain:

"Miss Malone, do you understand now? Is everything you and her experienced on the boat really what you described?"

"We are all phantoms, incomplete souls, and do not exist."

The lady with a dull expression said, looking up at Shade:

"Actually, no one can see us, we are."

"The two of you gathered together and were active on the ship in a more peculiar way. The so-called dating everywhere on the ship is just that your souls wandered together, so you saw the behavior of the captain and others but they didn't notice you. It's because of you. He has the ability to know everything on this ship.”

Shade grabbed a painting with one hand:

"Your unexpected encounter allowed you to discover a way to survive. As a result, a broken soul was born unexpectedly - all things are animistic. However, this is very rare in today's era. The 'Glory Messenger' produces hazy consciousness and soul. It is a miracle that cannot be copied; a dead phantom - the dragon egg is indeed dead, but it is not known whether it is the conspiracy of the cultists or another accident. Although the new life that has not yet been truly born has no breathing, it has not yet The formed soul has survived. You have decided to make yourselves truly alive. Do you understand now? Are these two paintings just paintings?"

Miss Malone pursed her lips, her hair sticking to the side of her face in the rain, her face as pale as if she was about to turn into a ghost, so Professor Evans said what he wanted to say for Shad:

"The two Miss Malone, who did not really exist, are using the act of 'painting images' to anchor their own images and tell the other existence everything about themselves in order to prepare for integration."

Everyone looked at the two paintings in Xia De's hands that had not yet been displayed. Xia De took a deep breath:

"Miss Malone, do you still remember what you described as the last thing you did before falling asleep? You played with that lady in your cabin? I think this is just your memory. A major event that happened to you was twisted into something that ordinary humans can understand. However, ordinary humans obviously cannot fuse souls, so the memory chooses something similar for you. Miss Teresa, tell her that when she was in a coma What happened before."

The blonde witch whose name was accidentally called by Shade subconsciously followed the reaction of the teacher when her name was called in class:

"The two of you merged, turning two non-existences into existence, and turning two nameless shadows into people in front of us. So when you woke up, you found that the other lady was missing. She was not missing. , she is part of you.”

Miss Teresa even went beyond the limits and answered:

"The reason why I am focusing on the memory of the 'Brilliant Messenger' for the time being is probably because the place where you merged is on the ship."

The two canvases in Shade's hands were unfolded in the rain. Of course, the two girls on the canvas were not lying on the bed without wearing anything. The canvas on the left shows a huge cruise ship sailing under the golden afterglow of the setting sun, while the canvas on the right shows a young blue dragon flying over the sea at dusk and sunset.

The three witches were not too surprised by this. Shade had just compared the two girls to "hand-drawn" these two paintings, so they were not surprised either. Only "Miss Malone" looked at the contents of the painting in shock, and those hazy memories were becoming clear little by little: two broken souls that no one could see wandered around the ship, met, got acquainted, and became companions, until they finally decided to merge. As one, truly achieve the goal of "survive".

Her whole body was trembling, and she suddenly understood her existence. Instead of letting her breathe a sigh of relief, it made her fall into a deeper doubt of "what am I?" Subconsciously hugging Sha De in front of him, his trembling body seemed to be trying to draw courage from him.