Chapter 27 Chapter Twenty Six

I turned around in shock, and happened to meet D's gaze.The gray eyes were calm now, and he stood up and walked towards me.After Heath's amazing exit, little S and Emily were still sitting at the table, and D wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and rested his chin on the top of my head. "Welcome home." He said softly to me. It's just that my mind is as cloudy as the hazy sky outside the window, and I can't figure out any clues at all.I don't understand what he's talking about.Where are we?Just the flickering of a candle, we have entered another time and space?The unpredictable "magic space" in his mouth?Where do I belong?I can not believe it.Although I have to admit that the scenery outside the window has indeed changed ("turned upside down" is the best description), but I sat here from the beginning to the end, and I didn't feel any movement at all!

And of course Heath.What the hell were he and D just talking about?Why can't I understand a word?I have so many questions to ask, but I don't know where to start. "You used to live here, don't you remember?" D lightly held my arm, pointing to the distance shrouded in clouds and mist, "There used to be a castle filled with smoke and water, and the spire soared into the sky. That castle Very very big..." "Bigger than your Brown Castle?" I interrupted him. "Much bigger. Much more beautiful." D smiled. I think he is comforting me.He is telling me a fictional fairy tale.But I am not a child.In theory, I am no longer an eighteen-year-old girl, (really?) I can always hear the hidden negativity in the depths of his words.

He is worrying.For the first time, I felt his uneasiness, even fear.Is it the properties of the demon world that quickly enhance my so-called superpowers, or is he really shaking, is he really afraid of something-no, it can't be.He has always been omnipotent in my impression.Always with a lofty grace and poise, he can handle anything.etc!His elegance and calmness have actually been broken long ago, haven't they?It was broken the moment he saw Hiss.He had already walked out of the glass display case and took off the mask he had been wearing on his face. He became an ordinary person.

I turned and took his hand.His hands were cold. "Have you been here before?" I asked him. "Of course," he replied, "a long, long time ago." "Not a pleasant experience?" "Absolutely not." He shook his head, trying to relieve the tension with a smile, but failed. Looking at his appearance, I want to ask: Then why do we still come here?Is it really just because of Vera?Because it seems that my companion is far more afraid of this place than Vera herself.She's just a witch.No matter how powerful she is, she is only one person.She is not a demon, let alone a god.Her own strength was originally insignificant.

I was about to ask him what our real purpose in coming here was, when suddenly another thought rushed into my mind and ruled out everything else. "Who the hell is Heath?" I asked him. "You really don't know?" D asked me back. "Should I know?" I frowned. "I know him? Or, does he know us?" "He told you his last name was Westwin. WESTWIN." D reminded me patiently, "Spell his name, Odell." "Heath?" I looked at him wonderingly, but spelled out the five letters as I said, "HEATH?" "Rearrange the letters and see what you get."

"WESTWINHEATH..." I flipped through every possible letter combination in my head and the results blew me away. "The White Swan1!" I blurted out. "Yes, he knows us. But it's obviously not because of me, but because of you." He looked into my eyes deeply, and said solemnly, "Heath's real name is Ojto Lotbar , he is your twin brother." I opened my mouth wide, and at this moment, I was really stunned. Because he is my twin brother, when I met him for the first time, I felt familiar with him.This terrible delusion prompted me to trust him and successfully stepped into the trap he had prepared early in the morning.

Because of me, countless strangers I never knew were in danger, and they are probably dead by now.The innocent Emily and Xiao S were also dragged to be buried together.At this moment, the two of them are still sitting at the table dumbfounded, watching what happened outside the window, and the two of us dumbfounded. D is here because of me.A terrifying and unknown alien space.one hell. All because of me. Because I am alone. Because Lotbar died because of me. Because he gave his precious life to me, a worthless person. but…… "If Heath and Lotbar are twins, why don't they look alike at all?" I still don't give up.

"Because he's wearing a mask." "The same mask as ours?" I looked down at the bag I was holding tightly in my hand, but I didn't take the mask out of the bag at all.Obviously, at this moment we have safely "landed" in the magic space.It's safe, at least for the time being.I thought maybe D was over-exaggerating the dangers of that "Empty Realm", since nothing is happening right now after all. When I was thinking this, D nodded, "I think you have noticed." He said, "The function of the mask is to confuse the public. When you wear a mask, people around you will naturally regard you as ' Companion'. But this effect is very short-lived. When you leave their sight, the effect of the mask will be eliminated, and at the same time, all your memories in the other party's heart will be erased."

That's why Xiao S and Emily turned around and forgot about their "best friend" Heath.I add in my mind.However, I was puzzled once again, if the other party's memory would be erased if I couldn't see him, why would I still remember him? "Masks are not omnipotent." D read my thoughts, he said, "It's just one of the most convenient, but at the same time one of the lowest magic. Function. The simplest analogy is that when you know that this person is wearing a mask, the function of the mask is completely ineffective.” I frowned, dismissive of this explanation.Because I didn't have any sense of controlling my thoughts myself until D brought this whole thing up to me.How would I know Hiss was "wearing a mask" the whole time?But then again, I immediately remembered Heath reminding me, consciously or unconsciously, when we were on a boat trip together: "Venice masks are famous." Could it be that he wasn't referring to the usual carnival masks, but Venice "The only mask maker" Mr. Mario?I am puzzled.

"Did he also order the mask from Mr. Mario?" I asked involuntarily. "I don't know." D shook his head, "I'm only sure of one thing." He looked into my eyes seriously. I held my breath and my heart was beating fast, waiting for what was likely to be a thrilling answer.But D just smiled and squeezed my hand. "You will soon discover that you are much stronger than you imagined, Audrey." He said to me in a deliberately cheerful tone, "because this is your world. Welcome back. "