paranoianovel Chapter 821 But I won't allow it
Chapter 821 But I won't allow it
"Two, two Fryna?!" Paimon looked at the Fryna in Zuo Xi's hand and the lighter-colored Fryna, and was momentarily confused.
"No, no, is this also your robot disguise, Zuo Xi? It's so realistic!" Paimon flew to the light-colored Frynn and couldn't help but poke it. "Wow! It's so soft! Zuo Xi, your bionics technology is amazing!"
"Hmm...this friend is very enthusiastic, but I'm not some kind of android." Fukaros shook her head and waved her hands. "Although my consciousness is indeed in the machine, I don't think I should count as a robot yet, right?"
Zuo Xi sighed deeply, somewhat reluctant to pay attention to Paimon, the white floating spirit who seemed to have some intellectual disability.
But it would be rather impolite to let her continue to act so freely, so he approached Paimon from behind and swatted her down from the air like a fly, then walked up to Ying with the small cloak in his hand.
"Please keep this clown in check, it's embarrassing, you know?" Zuo Xi tossed Paimon into Ying's arms with a look of disgust, completely ignoring Paimon's face as he covered the back of his head and glared at him.
Ying Shen nodded in agreement, then wrapped Paimon in her arms even tighter to prevent her from doing anything impolite.
"Excuse me, my friend..." Zuo Xi paused, then pointed regretfully to her head, "She has a problem here, but she doesn't mean any harm."
Ignoring Paimon, who was about to protest but had his mouth covered by Ying, Zuo Xi steered the conversation back on track: "The matter outside is over. Everything on the prophecy tablet has come true. The fact that 'all the people of Fontaine dissolved into the sea' has already happened once. It is no longer something that 'will definitely happen someday in the future'."
“I didn’t expect you to actually do it,” Fukalos said lightly, dancing gracefully on the stage with small, subtle movements. “So, you came back here to ‘finish things off,’ right?”
“Yes, to wrap things up, to completely eliminate any potential problems.” Zuo Xi nodded and then shook her head, “but not in the way you described.”
"Huh?" Fukalos paused, looking at Zuo Xi with some confusion. "Not my way?"
She smiled, a smile of relief in it: "I understand, you're such a kind person. It's alright, I already knew my fate five hundred years ago, and I've long since accepted my end."
"So, gods of foreign lands, bear witness. Bear witness... to the final act of sinners."
Fucarus began her dance again, her movements slightly larger, her light figure gracefully and nimbly stepping across the stage, creating ripples in the air. She opened her voice, singing in a melodious and moving tone about her fate—she would inevitably face her own judgment, be judged along with her divine position, and ultimately return that ancient power to its rightful owner.
After that, what will become of Fontaine's fate is the final gamble in this plan—she is betting on those five hundred years of time, betting on the power contained in those five hundred years of getting along.
Zuo Xi said nothing, simply watching quietly as Fukaros orchestrated the final drama of her life. Ying and Paimon, though vaguely sensing something was amiss, could only anxiously watch, unsure of what to do, due to their lack of knowledge. Sandone, who hadn't been interested in the situation, had only come along because Zuo Xi was coming.
So the four of them quietly watched the perfect piece of music presented on the stage by the ethereal voice and image, and gradually they were all drawn in.
But the music eventually came to an end; Fucarus's soaring tone gradually softened, and her elegant dance steps gradually ceased.
She finally stopped in the center of the stage and gave the four of them a standard and perfect curtain call.
A burst of applause erupted from below the stage. Led by Zuo Xi, the rest of the audience seemed to wake from a dream and offered their heartfelt appreciation and praise with applause.
"Thank you, foreign deity." She glanced at Zuo Xi one last time. "The task of persuading Vilette is now in your hands. Fontaine... I'll also be counting on you."
Fukaros closed her eyes with a satisfied smile; the bustling applause was the best gift for her... the most wonderful farewell tribute.
The music ended, the curtain closed, but what fell was not the curtain itself, but the sword of Damocles that had been hanging over our heads for who knows how long.
The greatsword fell mercilessly toward Fucarus's head, just like a merciless judgment.
By this time, even Ying and Paimon, who were unaware of what had happened, finally realized what was going on, but it was too late.
The greatsword fell slowly, but it was firmly locked onto Fukaros's head. Even if Ying wanted to stop it, it was too late. She could only watch helplessly as the magnificent weapon smashed into her.
The expected violent impact did not come. The giant sword did indeed crash down, but it shattered into pieces upon impact, vanishing into nothingness in the blink of an eye as if it had never existed.
Fukaros looked up in surprise, and her gaze met Zuo Xi's.
He was no longer the easygoing man he had been moments before. A mechanical mask covered his face, a brass compass floated behind him, and his walking compass made a "click-clack" sound.
His tone was authoritative yet not aggressive; instead, it gave Fucarus an indescribable gentleness, like a spring breeze.
“I have said that I do not agree with things that I do not agree with... and I will not allow them to happen.”