Tonight, when Arecio was about to let himself be immersed in the thoughts of the past, he heard the sound of the optical brain. He hesitated, fearing that the relevant personnel of the childcare center would come to him late at night with urgent matters, so he picked up the optical brain.

, what comes to mind is a cool and faint sentence——

[Lucius: I feel like you are looking at my vegetable patch.]

Arecio:???

He was so shocked that he almost dropped his optical brain.

[Lucius: Did you almost drop your optical brain? 】

If it wasn't impossible, Arecio would really suspect that the lunatic had installed a monitor in his room!

[Lucius: I'm at your door, open the door.]

What the hell is this? If it weren’t for Arecio’s strong mental endurance, I’m afraid he would have been beaten out on the spot!

He opened the door, and the psycho was standing outside holding a tray, and naturally walked in through the gap created by his side. The aroma of sweet soup floated leisurely, dispelling the coldness in the room. Arecio saw that the saint was not very particular.

He sat down on the carpet in the middle of his room, put down the tray, and patted the place next to him.

"Why, I guessed it all right? You really planned to do something evil to my dish just now, and when I found out, you were so scared that you almost lost your brain?"

"No!" Arecio said hard, but he couldn't resist the temptation of the sweet soup. He sat down next to the psycho. The psycho took a spoon and filled a bowl for himself, and then left the whole pot that was no longer hot to Arecio.

Arecio: "..."

It seems that the crazy person has a clear understanding of his appetite.

"Why do you suddenly think of making a late-night snack?" Arecio was a little confused, holding the pot.

"Because I remembered good things and wanted to celebrate."

He remembered Alessi at many carnivals, smiling at him amidst the loud music and laughter, the gorgeous lights and performances.

"Are you still thinking about it in the middle of the night?" Arecio was a little shocked. He didn't expect a psycho to be so diligent.

"Recalling these is almost like a dream to me, especially..." The saint looked at Arecio deeply and did not continue, but Arecio seemed to understand what he meant and blinked his eyelashes.

Suddenly, the hand holding the spoon tightened.

"Especially...what?"

He asked, subconsciously lowering his voice for fear of disturbing him.

"Especially..." The psycho here took a sip of the soup with a spoon and seemed to think it tasted good, so he took another sip.

"..."

Arecio wants to hit him with the bottom of a pot!

"I just want to explain that regaining that memory is not a painful thing for me... In fact, I can't understand it at all." The saint raised his eyes, "I admit that my thinking is sometimes different from ordinary people..."

When he said this, he quickly changed his tune when he caught Arecio's eyes.

"Most of the time it's different from ordinary people."

That's right.

"But I always feel that it's far from the level of lunacy, but you always call me that." He showed a slightly troubled expression, "Did something happen after that? It's hard for me to imagine myself going crazy.

"

Seeking confirmation, he asked further.

"Aresi, when do you think I started to become completely insane?"

Arecio gets furious when he thinks about this problem!

"How do I know? I'm not with you all the time. How can I know when you got sick?"

It seems that after he became a psychopath, he caused a deep psychological shadow on Arecio. Yes, when he first recovered from the coffin, Arecio was very wary of him, and he gradually got along with him before he became what he is today.

He remembered that he probably broke a certain covenant, which made Arecio angry, and he seemed to have done some outrageous things, such as tongue...

"I don't mean to put the blame on you, I just want to analyze it together." Lucius' tone was gentle, and Arecio, who was about to explode, gradually calmed down in his words. He was actually a little curious about what the psychosis was.

When did you feel stimulated?

"I guess there are roughly three things that can shake me."

Lucius dug out three pieces of fruit from the sweet soup and put one piece on the spoon.

"The first thing is the wavering of faith in the temple. We had already experienced this before we left the conservation center. We discovered the temple's thousand-year plan to destroy the three pillars, and good and evil were reversed. I admit, I was

It was really a big impact.”

He handed the spoon forward, and Arecio ate the fruit in one bite. While chewing, he asked with his eyes, "What next?"

"The second thing is the prophecy of the great rain of fire. Don't be surprised. As far as I am concerned, I am still a human being and a living creature that depends on the world for survival. If I learn that the world is about to be destroyed, it is impossible not to care."

Aresio ate the second piece of fruit and motioned for him to continue. Lucius scooped up the third piece obediently. Aresio stretched his head to take a sip, but Lucius put the spoon back.

"...Are you kidding me?"

"No, I want to confirm the third thing with you." He looked directly at Arecio, with a solemn expression in his sky-colored eyes.

"Did anything big happen to you?"

Ask him? Arecio looked confused, what does this have to do with him? It's not him who became a psycho. Shouldn't the psycho be allowed to recall important events that happened?

This time, Neurosis was unusually persistent.

"Recall the big things that happened to you, such as not leaving the castle for several months."

"Isn't that okay?" Arecio felt unreliable, "We basically meet once a year, during the Carnival. We may have occasional private gatherings, only three or four times a year, to name a few.

If Yue doesn't see you or leaves the castle, that's a big deal."

He continued, "Besides, I am a third-generation vampire. It is difficult for anyone to threaten me. What can I do..."

He stopped, and the saint's eyes flashed slightly.

"It seems that you remembered something."

Arecio opened his mouth, but the saint handed the third piece of fruit to his mouth. Arecio opened his mouth subconsciously and ate it, his eyes still a little dazed. He chewed the fruit several times and swallowed it, and hurriedly wanted to speak.

.

"I……"

"You don't need to tell me directly. Didn't you also say at the beginning that you hope I will remember it by myself?" The saint smiled lightly, "It doesn't matter, I don't care about such a little time. Maybe it would be better if I remembered it slowly.

.”

Seeing that Aresio had finished eating, he put away the pot and bowl, got up, and prepared to go to bed after tidying up. Aresio followed him until he reached the door, and he saw the saint holding the pot turning back.

, even with such a life-rich posture, the saint can still be called majestic.

"Go to bed early, we have to go to work tomorrow."

After a pause, he said slowly.

"Didn't I just say that some memories are like dreams? I found that you are included in these memories." He lowered his eyes and spoke softly, "You are an exception outside the temple. No matter whether I was with you in private ten thousand years ago,

We gather here to exchange those deviant thoughts, or now, I am talking to you and exploring common topics..."

"To me, they are all as beautiful as dreams."

"Even though more and more suffering may befall us as our memories advance, Arresi, we are free now. What we have done may have built a corner of the world today.

"

"I will not forget this, and I hope you will not forget this, so don't feel guilty about me continuing to remember it."

"Everything is what I want to think of, and I want to think of you."

After he finished speaking, he was about to turn around and leave when the vampire suddenly stopped him from behind.

"Nervous... Lucius." The vampire called his name. He hesitated for a while, but overcame his shyness and said it.

"Even if I am the one who has lost my memory, I am... willing to think of you." He raised his head, his dark rose-colored eyes bright with a hint of shame, "I am also willing to think of you and turn it into a dream-like blessing.

.”

The saint's eyes slowly widened, and suddenly, he approached the side of Arecio's neck. The expression caught by Arecio at that moment almost made Arecio think that the other party was about to show his fangs and take the opportunity to hunt him.

This vampire.

However, the neurotic showed restraint and just let his breath blow on the tips of Arecio's ears, and then said softly after Arecio suddenly became nervous.

"Good night."

He went downstairs, and Arecio stayed there for a while, lowered his head to hide his hot cheeks, and hammered the door frame.

Lucius's process of going downstairs went smoothly, but when passing by the restaurant, he had to put the pots and bowls on the dining table aside. He looked at his fingertips, which were trembling slightly.

A hunter has always undergone rigorous training, and his hands should remain steady even when he is on the verge of death.

But now, he is trembling.

Chills climbed up his back, and he tried to get rid of that thought, but it still lingered in his mind. He couldn't help but think about it. After proving the evil of the temple, after learning that the rain of fire was coming,

After that, something overwhelmed him who was still able to support himself.
To be continued...