Chapter 626 (1/2)

Chapter 626: Battle of Fate (I)

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

Was everything… a dream?

Roland blinked his eyes as he walked step-by-step to the fence in order to look down at the school’s panorama against the sunset.

No one was in the spacious playground. Under the orange sunset, the goal looked lonely and its very long shadow was reflected on the ground. Far away were the familiar library and dormitory and the sunset painted the luminous windows with a ray of gold.

Roland had studied here for almost seven years so that he had been familiar with everything. He knew that he was standing on the rooftop of a teaching building and that this was his favorite place to spend his spare time.

Roland had many memories here.

Such as that iron gate behind him that was driven by the warm wind to open and close constantly.

This iron gate was billed as a unique view of the teaching building’s rooftop, and its cover looked as ancient as a cultural relic excavated by archaeologists. When he had come to this school, the gate had already been torn and tattered. As long as it was pushed lightly, it would make noise continuously as if it were out of breath. Yet it was extremely quiet after it was opened and then closed. As far as Roland was concerned, the gate would fall apart soon, but still, at the time of his graduation, it stood still on the rooftop.

“But since this was a dream, why did I look the same as Prince Roland?” thought Roland.

Roland lowered his head to see his slender hands, and then touched his gray hair on his shoulders. Apparently, the height and shape were different from what they were when he indulged himself in his studies.

“So… What had happened?” thought Roland.

Roland frowned, after a while he remembered that the last scene he had seen was that Nightingale had pushed him away, and then after a flash, he had only seen her panicking and despairing face.

“Who on earth… are you?”

A tactful and intangible female voice suddenly appeared beside him.

Roland was scared and abruptly turned around only to find that a lady with long white hair was walking toward him. She had a pair of ruby-like eyes and her red and white robe dropped down to the ground with a golden pattern embroidered on its bottom, which obviously did not belong to this era. Besides, the golden throne of her head showed her identity.

“You’re a pure witch of the church?”

“Yes. But I’m also the 15th Pope of Holy City of Hermes.” She paused and continued to say, “I’m Zero, while you’re definitely not Roland Wimbledon.”

Well, Roland frowned and said, “So did you create this place?”

Everything made sense. The flash should be Zero’s ability that Nightingale had wanted to help him to escape from. And the scenery before him should be an illusion or a virtual space, something like that. The moment he opened his eyes, Roland thought that he had come back to the modern world again.

Even though Roland knew that perhaps the church was originally the Union, it never occurred to him that the pope was a pure witch. Therefore, it was so incredible to see that these witches boldly turned other witches into inhumane monsters.

“No, you created this place.” Zero walked toward him step-by-step and said in an exciting tone, “The place is hidden deeply in your memories and appears frequently in most of your daily life. But I’m curious as to where this is. We both know that Prince Roland of the Graycastle would have never lived in such a place.”

“Why should I tell you?” Roland moved to the other side of the fence and kept a distance from her.

What could he do to shake off the illusion? Roland thought of many ideas in his mind. Maybe he could jump off here? Based on his experiences of nightmares, he would instantly wake up from a nightmare if he jumped off of a high place.

Zero smiled and said in a sweet tone, “It’s okay that you won’t tell me. I’ll spend a little of time finally figuring out that who you’re, where you’re from and why you’ve become Prince Roland.”

Would she finally find out? “You mean to tell me that you’ll read my memories?” Roland asked in a very cold tone, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Zero suddenly stopped and said, “You know what? I would explain to each one trapped in the illusion the effects, rules, and the impact of my ability. Everyone except for you.”