Chapter 14 Monody, some people say it is a elegy, some people say it is a hymn

Luna never feels sad.

The girl sat quietly at the window, watching the rain in London, licking the corners of her mouth from time to time to taste the remaining black pepper. She seemed to be very interested in such a peaceful rain without any mixture of killing and blood.

"Some humans like rain very much." Watson sat down beside her, and the girl blinked, "Your world is really stable."

"Do you like it?" Watson asked.

"Yes," Luna nodded, "but I like mine more."

"Do you miss home?" Watson asked, reaching out and touching the girl's furry head. Luna tilted her eyes slightly, "Home?"

"It's the place where you feel the safest and most at ease." Watson said.

"It must be here." Luna said seriously, "There is nothing safe about our place."

"Will the king also worry about his own safety?" Watson smiled, "When we were in the inner world, it seemed that no creature dared to attack you."

"Ah," Luna blinked, she thought seriously for a while, "You said safety, isn't it for all residents?"

The king's nature takes precedence over her own nature. She is such a creature, no matter how many times it is verified, the result is always the same.

So Watson has no doubt that if there is any danger that shakes the survival law of the inner world, she will give up her existence without any hesitation.

According to her own theory, her nature is immortal, and there is no waste in the reincarnation of the soul, so why should she be afraid of destruction.

She is not a human.

Should we try to make her closer to humans?

Is this really good for her?

If her destruction is part of her destiny, then making her realize that she also exists will only make that moment painful, and it will not solve any problems.

So why did she come among humans?

And this seems to be the decision of other kings.

Luna can't answer these questions because she knows nothing about it.

"Since it's safer here, why don't you move here?" Watson asked softly.

"Ah," Luna breathed out, staring at the man holding an umbrella in the rain, "Halph said that they settled here, but they were defeated."

"About two thousand years ago, or fifteen hundred years ago?" She touched her chin, "I really don't remember, anyway, this place has gradually become a form that humans can live in, and they can't live here properly."

"So we returned to the inner side of the world." She said, "That's our hometown, and humans can't adapt to the rules there, so we've been living there."

"The place I'm taking you to see looks very similar to the projection here, which is the edge of the inner world, because the inner world is too fragile and easy to be eroded and turbulent. If it is unstable, the core will not open." Luna said, "So we have been living on the edge for many years."

Indeed, it seems that the mysterious stories died down fifteen hundred years ago, as if there was a large-scale retreat, and before that, humans always encountered monsters or gods. After that, these things only existed in the records of the secret religion and the few witnesses.

"The inside of the world is where we were born, and it's more suitable for us to live in." Luna said, "Half said so."

"The essence of the surface world is matter, and the essence of the inner world is ideas. Our nature anchors our souls, just as your body anchors your souls." Luna raised a hand and gestured, "That is, existence is more important for creatures on the surface, and concepts are more important for creatures on the inside."

"And now humans have gone a step further." She looked at the steam rising in the distance and the thick white fog covering London. "Half said that one day, we will all return to our hometown."

"Then the door to our hometown will open, and it will continue to give birth to us and nourish us." The girl said, and there seemed to be a certain longing light flashing in her pair of heterochromatic eyes.

She raised her eyes and looked at the sky, then stretched out her finger and seemed to outline something in the air, "The inner door of the world will open, all the flowers will bloom, and all the star tracks will indicate the way home, so the creatures from our hometown will be summoned, and everyone will sing together and walk on this road home." "

That's what the prophecy says." She said, "At that time, the thirteen kings will stand together at the end of the road, and the thirteen royal keys will open the last door."

"Welcome all the legends and the separation of reality." She said seriously.

"How will this moment come?" Watson asked.

Luna shook her head. "I don't know. No one knows. Everyone just knows this one thing. Even Half has never seen our hometown."

"And in fact, since I decided to return to the inner side of the world, there has never been a time when thirteen kings were on the throne at the same time." She smiled, "Because I am very unstable."

"Sometimes Gold is also unstable, and Frey is also prone to thunder." Luna counted on her fingers, "Anyway, there has never been a thirteen kings on the throne at the same time."

"I am not on the throne now." She said, "but everyone else is on the throne

." "So I'm so anxious." The girl couldn't help but say, inserting her fingers into her platinum hair, "I really want to be crowned as king right away."

Watson sighed softly, he tried to understand this passage, "Indeed, if twelve friends are ready, and I am the only one missing, I will be very anxious." He said.

Luna turned her head and looked at him with a pair of bright eyes, "Yeah, my situation is really bad."

Holmes put down his spoon and finished his dinner. He seemed to be interested in this legend.

"If a creature's concept exceeds its existence, will it be classified as your side even if it is born as a human?" he asked.

Luna thought for a while.

"It seems that there is such a thing. If the concept of the ancient hero exceeds his existence, he will prepare a boat and row into the gray-white sea fog." She said seriously, "Frey will put them in bronze coffins, and maybe one day they will wake up as creatures in the other world."

"Like Finn and King Arthur?" Watson asked casually. The girl tilted her head, "I seem to have seen these names."

Holmes sat down on the other side. He took out a cigarette and lit it for himself. He took a puff. He did not ask questions, but just looked at the fine rain.

The girl turned her eyes to look at his silhouette, looked at the cigarette held in his hand, and then looked at the tobacco in the Persian slippers hanging on the fireplace in confusion. "Why don't you smoke that?" She asked curiously.

"Change the taste." Holmes replied, raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette, his gray eyes looked at the scenery on the street, thinking.

"Aren't you going to find Dolby?" Luna asked after a moment of silence.

"There's no hurry now," Holmes replied. Luna lowered his eyes and looked at the question he had written on his sleeve. He seemed to be very interested in Dolby just now, but why did he suddenly slow down now?

Humans are really fickle.

It could also be that this human is particularly fickle, Luna thought. He never tells anyone about his plans, so people think he is unpredictable and he may suddenly appear in some strange place.

But Luna never asks about the will of other individuals, so she doesn't intend to express any surprise, not to mention that she has rain to watch.

So the girl still looks out the window seriously, humming a ballad softly.

"Lasst mich ruhn auf dem grunen Feld (Let me rest in peace on this green field)

Lasst mich ruhn auf dem Feld der Ehre (Let me rest in peace on a land of honor)

Meine Seele ist endlich frei (My soul is finally free)

Denn hier enden Not und Leid (No more misfortune and suffering)" (1)

The girl hummed softly. The melody of this ballad was light and slow, which was in line with the human perception of the chanting of fairies or witches, but it was as ethereal and clear as the forest wind, and seemed to carry the smell of ancient soil and grass.

Watson did not understand German. Although he did not understand the meaning of the song, he knew that this was not a happy ballad to celebrate the festival. He looked at his friend who understood German, but his friend who was keen on keeping his mouth shut did not have the slightest intention of explaining. He just smoked quietly and watched the unchanging rain curtain in this slow and long ballad.

"So, wie die Helden alter Zeit (So like the heroes of old)

ruft ein Lied mich nun nach haus (A ballad calls me back home)"

Luna hummed carelessly, like a child singing a jingle made up of unclear words, as if she knew nothing about the content, but also as if she knew it very well.

Many times, she seemed to be completely ignorant of the world, but sometimes, no matter what she saw, she would only see the deepest essence.

Perhaps it was the credit of her eyes.

"I'm going out for a while." Holmes said, picked up the coat and hung it on his arm, then picked up the umbrella, picked up the hat and put it on his head, then opened the door and walked out.

Not long after, a black umbrella flower appeared in the rain, and soon a carriage approached, and then rumbled away.

"It's a bad habit to like going out on rainy days." Luna commented, blinking, "But if you live here forever, it's forgivable."

"Luna, what does the song you just sang mean?" Watson asked. The girl shook her head, "I don't quite understand. They taught me. It seems to be for the sleep of a certain human."

"You call this monody?" She raised her eyes. This time it was an English word. Watson certainly understood what monody was. Some people said it was a dirge, and some people said it was a hymn.

Or, it was a elegy.