Juliana’s workshop Chapter 15: Olga’s memory

　　 The hot wind with flames dispersed the white mist in front of Olga. When Olga was hesitant to walk into the white mist to find Julius and the others, the hot wind blew away everything in front of him.

　　 What appeared in front of Olga was a burning village. After the hot wind blows the fog away, what appears above Olga is a starry night, and on such a night, the flames are more dazzling…and hotter. Olga could feel the sparks rushing towards her face, the sparks falling on the clothes and then extinguished.

　　The land has been scorched, and the houses in the village have been turned into fuel in the raging fire. Olga stood outside the village, watching this scene of destruction. He didn’t know what was going on, if it was an illusion, it was too real. This seemed to make people’s skins burned by the fire that didn’t hit Olga at the outermost periphery, but the temperature was enough to be suffocating.

　　 Everything in front of him was strange and familiar to Olga. He couldn’t help walking towards the burning village and into the fire.

　　The houses that collapsed due to the fire, the crackling wood, these are things Olga’s memories, but these things are already memories from a long time ago. Why do they reappear now? In front of him?

　　Walking in this burning village, Olga did not find anyone there, and there was no dead body. It’s like no one has ever existed here, but an uninhabited village has been burned down.

　　 This seems unreasonable, and Olga doesn’t believe it is real. But whether it was the temperature or the sound in his ears, it was hard for him to believe that it was fake. If this is a stage, then this stage can be said to be perfect. The most realistic stage always makes people fall deep into it, but it can clearly realize that all this is actually fake.

　　 Olga vaguely heard the voice. Those voices made his heart tense, beating violently. He couldn’t really hear those voices, but it was something that his memory had existed before, so he understood what those voices were saying.

　　 It was begging for mercy, screaming, and countless shouts. That is the most primitive and purest response that people can make when facing death. He could hear those sounds, but he couldn’t see those who made them. In his vision, there are only burning villages and endless flames. It seems that the whole world is only flames.

　　 This feeling did not last long, Olga saw something new.

　　 It was a flame with a human silhouette running past my eyes. There are not many, and the postures made by these humanoids look like they are avoiding something. Some humanoids even fall in place. Before they get up, they seem to have been hit by something. The flame exploded and then dissipated in the air.

　　 Olga remembers everything that happened before her eyes. That was the appearance of the runaway villagers. They couldn’t choose their way in a panic. Someone walked in a panic and fell to the ground, and then they never had a chance to stand up again. Because the people who destroyed their villages followed them and wanted to kill them all.

　　 Even if it’s just a flame with a human silhouette, for Olga, all this is so real. In other words, because of the appearance of the flame, it feels absurd and at the same time it is so clear.

　　 Human-shaped flames kept running past his eyes, seemingly endless. Olga doesn’t think there will be so many people in a village, and what is happening before him is repeated in a loop? He didn’t know either. In this weird world, too many things are unknown, making it difficult to figure out whether all of this is true.

　　 Among the running and falling figures, a figure stood in front of Olga. It didn’t look at Olga, but looked in the opposite direction from which the figures were escaping, and stopped. Holding a stick that was also made of flames, it moved up against the flow of people and rushed forward in front of Olga’s eyes.

　　 Then it was blown away by something invisible, fell to the ground, and fell in front of Olga. Olga saw the face of this distinctive human form, which was different from the flat faces of other human forms. This human form had a more detailed outline. It looked like a teenager, and when Olga thought so, the facial contours of the human figure became clearer.

　　 It looks a lot like Julius-or it shouldn’t be said. It should be said that Julius looks a lot like this human form. Olga still remembers this face, it was decades ago, so this face is not Julius’s, and it is somewhat different from Julius.

　　 The figure who fell on the ground tried to stand up again, but it didn’t succeed. Its back was penetrated by something, and after falling down, it never stood up and dissipated into sparks.

　　 Olga closed his eyes. Everything that happened before his eyes seemed to reappear yesterday. He took out the deep memory in his heart and placed it in front of him, asking him to watch it again-and still through such a strange and absurd form. It is not pleasant to be spied on by others, but Olga is not angry, and his heart is full of sadness now.

　　 “This is the crime you committed.” A voice rang in Olga’s ear. When Olga opened her eyes, she saw a human figure standing in front of her. This figure has its own profile and appearance, but looks younger. “You who killed countless people can be forgiven because of your consciousness and regret in your old age? I don’t think so.”

　　 “Who are you.” Olga asked, reaching for the sword at his waist. His sword stayed there. When his hand held the hilt, the abnormally high temperature seemed to burn his palms. But Olga did not let go, allowing the hot temperature to spread in his palm.

　　”You shouldn’t ask this kind of question.” The figure said, “I am you, and you are me. You should understand such simple and direct things in your heart.”

　　 “I am not you, and you are not me,” Olga said.

　　 Humanoid does not seem to intend to continue arguing with Olga on this issue, but just shrugs, “Of course, you can also think so, this is also reasonable: the past me is not the current you; I am old. Of course I will not be the me when I was young.”

　　 The human form has become clearer and clearer. That face is indeed Olga’s, but it looks more energetic, younger, more… savage and evil.

　　 Humanoid continues to say: “Is it missed here? Although it happened decades ago, and it happened in a remote village, there is no characteristic at all, and there is no oil and water… But you still remember this So many details, and those voices…that boy. This surprised me.”

　　 “It’s not just here.” Olga said, “Such scenes, such memories, seem to be countless…Every memory is a crime I committed.”

　　 The humanoid figure shook his head, “Not as much as you thought, old man, you only have to be overwhelmed by guilt to have such an illusion… But this young man here is what impresses you the most.”

　　 Beside the human figure, a human figure similar to Julius appeared. Later, more and more human figures appeared beside Olga~IndoMTL.com~ They surrounded Olga, shouting and roaring, but Olga couldn’t hear their voices, it seemed It’s like a silent mime. In Olga’s memory, indeed, the words of these victims have never been heard, only screaming, wailing and crying. These figures did not just look like they were just planning to surround Olga like this.

　　 “Crime, I don’t think it can be washed away so easily, even if it’s not time.” The figure with Olga’s appearance continued, and he shook his head as if sighing, “You shouldn’t Only when I became an old man did I realize how I spent the first half of my life and what a bad person I was. Your guilt and conscience can’t bring the dead back to life, but only make yourself annoyed. Take a look. Here, your worthless conscience, like a stone, finally hit your own feet. You have already ruined many people’s lives. Why do you want to make your own life because of this kind of thing? What a mess? Because of regret and guilt, I thought about protecting those young people when they were about to die of old age?”

　　 The human form spreads out his hands and looks helpless, “What kind of experience would it be to die in the hands of my own memory?”

　　The flame humanoids tightened the encircled circle again, and they approached Olga step by step.

　　 Olga closed his eyes, took a breath, and released his hand from the hilt. “No matter how I die, I can’t clean up the crimes I once committed. But there are some things that I must live to do.”

　　 Olga opened his eyes and looked at the figures around him. He has forgotten some people’s faces, but some people still have clear faces in his memory. “I can’t die here… at least not now.”

　　The figures rushed towards Olga.