"Great Final Observer, Ash Heath! Goodness follows you, evil admires you! Light yearns for you, darkness also desires you! You are an existence beyond all, the color painted by god on all things!"
"Great Final Observer, Ash Heath..."
Ash sat on the cold stone throne, looking at the large group of people in black robes kneeling and praying before him. Under his bleary-eyed expression as if awakening from a dream, a huge question mark was slowly forming.
(⊙ˍ⊙)?
He saw that there happened to be a thigh beside him and directly slapped it.
"Hmm?"
Ash raised his head and found that standing next to him was not Igula or Harvey, but a girl he didn't recognize. She had deep blue, waist-length hair like the depths of the starry sky, eyes as clear and bright as Qinghai Lake, lips red and teeth white, skin fairer than snow, and was watching him with curiosity.
"Why did you hit me?"
I thought you were the Swindler or the Necromancer... Ash asked, "Does it hurt?"
Girl: "It hurts."
