Just as he was immersed in the joy of knowing the happiness of the people in the ceremony, he suddenly noticed that a flower was floating along the surface of Moon Lake.
Perhaps out of curiosity, Favia walked to the riverside and saw many wet flowers on the river surface. So, as if accepting the invitation of the flowers, he walked upstream towards the petals, and finally came to an ordinary riverside chair.
He remembered that this was the same chair he had sat on with Tlaloc and Bawan Shee.
So the man sat down with a smile, closed his eyes, and recalled the past days in a hazy state.
At this moment, although no one knew it, dots of dreamlike light were slowly rising above Lake Texcoco.
Next to the silver-haired man, in Tenochtitlan, which still exists today but has been renamed Mexico City as the times change.
Because he crossed the world of Central and South America, the hopes of the people who were destined to perish rose from the city.
People have succeeded in their own way, people have existed in their own way, people have fought in their own way, and people continue to live under the protection of the sun.
After more than three hundred years of fighting and long and long persistence, this man finally bid farewell to destruction and stood in Tenochtitlan again.
As the sound of water faded away, he raised his head and witnessed the light they had prayed for fade away, until the last glimmer disappeared.
Favia shook her head and smiled, saying goodbye softly:
"I didn't break my promise, did I?"
He opened his eyes, placed the perfected silver spoon on his chest on the chair, and came to the edge of Moon Lake.
Life is unpredictable and disputes are hard to resolve, but the Moon Lake that can swallow them all exists here. No matter how many years pass, the world will continue. However, now we might as well take a break and enjoy a brief peace.
Favia's body swayed, a soft and intoxicating sleepiness fell from the sky, and the Fifth Sun gently closed his eyes.
Thus, the legendary era came to an end and became a distant past.
His body fell down, toward the deepest part of the lake—
The water of Moon Lake was not much colder, but he could no longer hear the sound of the rising and falling tides.
And a few seconds later, a current from the deep lifted him up.
Without saying anything, the girl followed the water and just opened her black eyes with a little helplessness.
......You...are back, but I'm late.
"Because of you, I began to feel that this world without human sacrifices can indeed be a better place to live."
Tlaloc felt tears welling up in his eyes.
"Because of you, everyone I protect can survive... wu... wu..."
Tears dripped and sobs flowed.
How long ago have these transparent tears been sleeping in the girl's body?
Why can't I protect you? Sad despair surged into the girl's heart.
Time can be confusing.
Even the things you swear you will never forget will gradually fade away with time.
On the contrary, time can also dilute the pain and sadness that seem impossible to forget.
But he still came back, just as she expected and as he had promised.
"I want to take you to see everything in Tenochtitlan, I want to see things you have never seen with you, I want to see the same scenery with you, I want to stay by your side, I want to spend my life with you... I love you."
The words turned into sound smoothly, even though he could no longer hear them. But these were the words that Tlaloc wanted to convey, the words that she believed must be conveyed. If she couldn't even say these words at this point, then the words would be meaningless.
Would he be willing to respond to such a wish?
Even though the thought of this would have made her dizzy with fear hundreds of years ago, the black-haired girl still said it now.
However, there is no response, which is understandable, because there will be no response anymore, and there can be no response anymore.
Tlaloc was extremely distressed by this, so she hugged his rapidly dissipating body.
Thousands of words are hidden in silent actions.
The emotions that surged up were not pure enough to be given a name, so Tralote expressed them directly through actions.
She put that feeling into action and focused on this one action.
He won't respond, but she will, and she must.
As if driven by this emotion, her body moved first, and she hugged Favia tightly, facing the weathered face that had lost the leopard mask, and the extremely pale lips——
She held him in her arms, and even though she could no longer respond, she still kissed him gently as he was about to disappear.
The budding urban dream did not cease, the sun set and returned to the Moon Lake.
........
"I thought I saw the abbe."
At the same time, Edmond Dantes in Tenochtitlan, Mexico, suddenly spoke.
He indeed saw a very familiar figure among them, walking along the edge of the Moon Lake.
"My Lord, please listen to me. This is really too abnormal."
The blonde girl next to the man was floating like a ghost, but judging by the expressions of the people around her, she couldn't be seen.
"Haidee."
The girl named Heidi is the hatred hidden by Edmond Dantes, and the light she sees ahead of hatred, great kindness, and love.
A being created by learning the ways of the old priests after obtaining the Treasure of Monte Cristo.
The priest was stripped of his evil and became the light that Edmund saw.
He who wants revenge strips away goodness and becomes a terrifying avenger.
"My Lord, I know what you are thinking, but please be careful. Father Faria must be thinking the same thing."
"I know. Vanish, Haidee. You are on the other side of the enmity. Wait for me."
"My Lord Count."
The girl's words could not shake Edmund's mind at all, and he could only obey her order and disappear.
Then Edmund stood up and walked towards the shore of Moon Lake.
The sun gradually became hotter as time passed, and countless flowers were floating along the surface of the Moon Lake.
As if it were an invitation.
Is this really just an illusion or some kind of hoax?
For Edmund, all he had to do was look and he didn't need to think about the rest.
Then, beside the chair at Moon Lake, he looked around expectantly, and finally—
"You are here indeed. Where is the priest? He is here too, right?"
"It's...Edmund."
The blonde girl smiled slightly and held the intact silver key tightly against her chest, "My brother, he has left."
"What do you mean? Can you tell me, Abigail?"
The girl who appeared beside the chair at Moon Lake and put on the complete silver key was Abigail, who had sent Favia to the present and used herself as a medium to open the "door" and send her back.
"Just like before, Edmund, he left in the literal sense."
"...You are not actually the evil side of the priest."
Edmund suddenly spoke up and said that ever since he obtained the secret treasure of Monte Cristo and separated the light he saw into Haidee, he understood that Abigail at that time was not like Haidee.
Why would the priest lie to him? Edmund never thought of the bad side of things, but he thought that the priest might have some unspeakable secrets.
"Yes, I am not his evil side, but his real sister. And my brother's name is not Faria, but -"
The girl didn't hesitate and said it directly.
"Favia, right."
Just as Abigail was about to speak, Edmund said the name directly.
In fact, after avenging the priest, he went back to find the warden, and learned from the warden that the priest was not Faria, but someone who replaced Faria's name... After that, Edmund thought about it for a long time, why did the priest recognize himself as Faria?
Later, in a shipyard in London, England mentioned by the priest, when talking to the captain of the ship that built the new Pharaoh, it was revealed that one of their bosses had gone to Mexico and then disappeared. His name was Favia.
Although it might just be a coincidence, Edmund still thought about it with some possibility.
Is this really just a coincidence? This question popped up in my mind.
A concept that the priest had repeatedly mentioned - so-called chance does not exist for magicians.
Even if we happen to encounter it within the scope of human intelligence, in the end it is just like panning for gold in the sand, with an inevitable direction.
And Abigail once said that her name was both Abigail and Favia.
The answer to the question that has troubled the Count of Monte Cristo for a long time will surely be revealed today.
"Yes, this is my brother's real name, Edmund."
"...Can you let me see him again?"
But even though he heard this answer from Abigail, it actually didn't matter to the man. He just wanted to see the priest again.
Tell him that he has really done a lot, and has avenged Faria, and has also destroyed Cagliostro, who had evil intentions towards Frankenstein, and the incomparable terrifying robot. There are really many things he wants to tell him.
I also told him that I still find it hard to accept my behavior that day, even though the priest approved and planned it that way.
But Edmund still couldn't bear to leave the priest's body aside just to get out himself.
"Edmund, you're still feeling bad about what happened that day, right?"
"Yes."
Really, the priest is the one who should not die...
I don't want the priest to die.
I don't ask for anything else, I just want the priest to be alive, that's all.
It might as well be a dream, thought the man who had become the Count of Monte Cristo.
It may still be a dream, the Count of Monte Cristo can think so now.
His words are still engraved on my eardrums, no, on my soul.
"You, didn't I tell you that I hope you can live on? Now you are worthy of that honor. My vision is correct. You don't have to feel bad about it. People have dreams, and they are recorded and passed down. There are many dreams. People have their own dreams, birds have their own dreams, cats have their own dreams, fish have their own dreams, and gods have their own dreams. They all have their own dreams - the only dream that belongs to them alone.
My brother's dream that day was for you to live. As for meeting again, don't worry, we will meet again sooner or later, just as you said -
Wait and hope.”
"Yeah, wait and hope."
The Count of Monte Cristo lowered his head and whispered.
The golden light exists in the body of the man who still passes through many.
That is a vow that will never disappear, a light that will never fade away.
The light that was there on that day is still here today.
"We will meet sooner or later."
When he raised his head again, Abigail had disappeared, as if she had never appeared.
Edmund did not say much about this. He just sat quietly on a chair beside the Moon Lake, facing the bright sunshine, closed his eyes, and enjoyed this warm moment after a long time.
After a while, in the city with grand sunshine, in the sacrificial music, and in the falling of white petals and colorful confetti.
Edmund, who had his eyes closed, opened them as if attracted.
This is....
"Excuse me, have you seen a man with silver or blond hair and a nice smile?"
The red-haired girl, who seemed to be searching for something, saw Edmund open his eyes and immediately asked.
There was a slightly pleading tone in the question, a tone that left him speechless for a moment.
Edmund didn't know how to answer, so he just shook his head slightly.
Unlike Edmund, the red-haired girl just said "Oh, sorry to bother you" with tears in her eyes and prepared to leave.
Suddenly, Edmund, looking at the red-haired girl's back, felt that she was not human. He suddenly remembered the priest's instructions to him.
