Carly slowly sat down opposite Perlis, her ice-blue eyes flickering slightly. From those ice-blue eyes, Perlis saw a trace of seriousness which was extremely rare: "I want to record all of this carefully. I don't want to forget it one day." ...... “This is a story that we started on our own.” "Goals? Ambition? That's important, but maybe not as important as you think." “Life itself has no meaning, but since you have chosen to start it, give it a meaning that you recognize.” "Since we are here, let's work hard to get an ending!" ...... The sea of flowers outlines the flowers on the land of the oasis country.
The white flowers on the hem of her skirt swayed slightly in Wilkin's gentle breeze, like waves on the lake. Perlis raised her head slightly. At the end of this endless sea of flowers, the huge body of the Tower of Babel stood tall. “Now I feel that it’s actually very far away…” The girl murmured, her fair little hands slowly stroking the flowers clustered on the edge of her skirt. Ever since Edward's death, whenever she stayed in Wilkin, she would sneak out to the sea of flowers alone and stare at the Tower of Babel on the horizon. Taking the Star Track's suspension train, it was only a two-hour journey from Wilkin to the Akademi Federation. She had underestimated the distance between herself and the Tower of Babel, which had caused her a lot of trouble. "It would be very tiring to walk there alone..." Perlis sighed softly, and her red eyes flickered slightly as they reflected the white flowers. She had endured this long journey almost entirely alone, and even with Carly around, the feeling of loneliness surrounding her had never diminished. Loneliness has long become a dark cloud hanging over her behavior patterns, which makes her methodology always start from the basis of being alone. Perlis once thought that this was enough, that she could solve all problems by herself. She didn't need help or pity from others. Those people always looked at her as an alien, and she didn't like them. It was not until she faced the execution ground in the cold wind of Thebeth that she realized how much she longed for companionship in the depths of her soul. Perlis raised her head slightly, her blood-red eyes narrowed tiredly in the sunlight. At this moment, a noise came from behind her: "So, can you please be more serious? Stop stepping on the flowers!" "Ms. Carly... you can't blame me. There's no definite way around here. How can we get there?" "I don't care! Perlis loves these flowers, you are not allowed to step on them!" "No... You stepped on it too! Don't have double standards, Miss Carly..." "You Thebites are so rude!"
Perlis turned her head slightly and saw that Carly and Pace were arguing over something trivial again, just like a pair of enemies. In such a short time, they have already started quarreling... A breeze blew, rolling up a few pure white petals and floating across Pearlis's face. Looking at the two noisy people, she smiled happily. As if on a sudden impulse, she let her body lose weight and gently fell into the embrace of flowers. "Hey!! Little White Flower!! Are you okay!?" "Little princess? Little princess?" Flowers clustered around the pure white long hair, lightly touching the girl's fair cheeks. Perlis lay in the sea of flowers, smiling at the two people who were looking at her anxiously in her field of vision. What? Aren’t they still here? "You and I should get along well with each other." Perlis took a deep breath of the fragrance of the white flowers and smiled softly. Looking at Perlis's lovely smile, Carly was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to her senses, her ice-blue eyes widened slightly. "..I...I don't want to get along well with this Debite," Carly turned her head away in dissatisfaction, and snorted, "Barbarians..." "Ms. Carly... it's not right to just label people..." "barbarian!" Looking at the two childish ghosts who were quarreling for no reason in front of her, Perlis laughed happily like a silver bell. She suddenly felt that she liked them very much... Above the sea of flowers with fluttering petals, the girl's laughter was like musical notes, entwined with the flying petals. Accompanied by gusts of light breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers, it wandered in Wilkin's sea of flowers and turned into waves of gentle waves. Loneliness may be the main theme of this long journey, but fortunately, fortunately, we have them. ...... "We grew up within the range of the Tower of Babel." "The night is long, covering the sky that is no longer vast, and blocking every pair of eyes that look up at the stars." "But the dawn will come. It will always come." "I will continue to look up at the stars until that ray of light arrives." “Until the moment I reach the top of the Tower of Babel, I will not admit defeat.” ...... White marble tomb, silent white-haired girl. Unlike the ice and rain of the past, the sun was shining brightly in Wilkin at this time. The large lawn that held Edward's tomb was empty eight years ago, but now it was planted with flowers by Perlis.
It’s like a small sea of flowers, a small sea of flowers that always surrounds my father. Perlis looked down at the grave, with no tears in her blood-red eyes. She slightly raised her right hand, which had been hanging on the edge of her skirt, and gently placed a small white flower on Edward's grave. Just like in the past, she didn't need to say much. Silence between the father and daughter was like a natural tacit understanding, which was in Edward's life and remained the same now. After gazing at the words "Edward von Valantia" engraved on the tombstone for a moment, Perlis smiled gently, her brows full of the childishness of a little girl. After that, she turned around and walked towards the two people who were waiting for her in the distance. The road is ahead, and the past needs to be remembered, but it cannot become a shackle that traps her. All of this has been extremely clear since eight years ago. ...... Under the dim light, Perlis wrote slowly. The ink at the tip of the pen outlines one beautiful character after another, which appears to have a unique charm on the slightly old paper. Following the end of Edward's diary, Perlis slowly continued writing: "My father's story has ended, but my story has just begun..." "The cold wind of Thebeth once covered my edges and corners, allowing me to see many things that I had ignored..." "I'm a little nervous. To be honest, I'm a little scared. I don't know if I can do it..." Perlis stopped writing, turned around and looked at the butterfly knife on the table, her blood-red eyes a little dazed. It was not until now that she realized the weight of this butterfly knife, the legacy she inherited from Edward. Can she bear it all? In a trance, it started raining outside the window, and the sound of gentle raindrops hitting the window seemed to soothe the melancholy girl. In the pleasant sound of rain, Perlis pondered for a while, and suddenly smiled calmly as if she had figured something out. Then she added a line of words: "But I will try my best! Liar Edward, you just watch me carefully!" Putting down the pen, Pearlis slowly closed Edward's diary. She looked out the window. The boundless darkness still shrouded her vision and she could not see any light at all. Raindrops and water vapor turned into condensation beads and slowly slid down from the window sill. Facing the darkness outside the window, the blood-red eyes closed slightly. Everything has just begun. This is just the beginning of the story. Before embarking on this dark road, everything is unknown. Amid the sound of raindrops, the blood-red eyes opened sharply, facing the endless darkness without fear. On the horizon at the edge of darkness, the tall tower with a range covering the entire continent of Admir still stands. It's time to...head to the Tower of Babel.
...... ——Volume 1 “Towards the Tower of Babel”, ended. ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... ...... "Factor energy absorption... 100%, charging completed." ...... The blizzard raged in every corner of Wanren Mountain. The ice crystals blessed by the strong wind were embedded in the towering walls of the steel fortress, adding a faint gleam to the ancient wall. ...... "Everything is ready, Lord Irenforno." ...... In the cellar where the only light source was a small lamp, the thin woman slowly walked to the intersection of shadows in the center of the room and stopped in front of the darkness. "Calibration and testing have been run many times, and the factor energy storage has just reached its peak." Dr. Angela Stroe raised her head slightly, her golden eyes fixed on the darkness before her. She trembled slightly, but never took a step back. "As you can see, the charging of [X] has almost diluted the concentration of the destructive factor on Wanren Mountain for three whole months. Now, with just your order, it can be used at any time..." "Not yet, Angela." A steel-like, steady voice came from the darkness, cold and icy. "But...but," Angela took two steps forward anxiously, "If we give the Federation too much time, then [Tower of Babel]..." "The break in the blizzard has not yet arrived, and Wanren Mountain has not yet given us permission to march..." The voice was still extremely calm, without any emotional fluctuations, "Wait, this is an iron rule." Hearing this, Angela fell silent. She lowered her head slightly, looked at the stone floor under her feet, and clenched her fists.
As if sensing Angela's emotions, the person behind the shadow smiled softly: "Angela Stroh, your wish will come true, but not now." "She killed him..." Angela said, "Pure White Fireworks... killed him..." In the dim light, Angela raised her head viciously, her golden eyes flashing with ferocity. This emotion had almost never appeared on the face of Angela, a former [College] researcher, but at this moment, she performed this emotion very brilliantly. "Aleph... was... by her..." "So, what do you want?" The sound of steel joints came from the shadows. Angela subconsciously took two steps back, staring at the darkness nervously.