[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

120: Little Majesty 11

Why had his parents abandoned him? Did he do something wrong?

Grandma Zong hadn't deliberately hidden Zong Yan's identity. She even went to the proper authorities to register him, but after so many years, no one came to find him.

In the first semester of his sophomore year of high school, Zong Yan used to prop his head in his hand and fantasize that someday his biological parents would float down from the sky arm in arm, and ask him with a worried face if he'd been well all these years, then explain why they'd abandoned him.

Later, as he got more used to being alone, he understood there was no such thing as accidental abandonment in the adult world. They'd given him up for a reason. Zong Yan stopped expecting anything. Anyway, he was used to being on his own now, carefree and unattached. If his parents suddenly appeared, it might even be awkward to live under someone else's roof.

Then, after Zong Yan entered the occult world, he met several evil gods, and all of them swore that Zong Yan was Azathoth's stream of consciousness. At first Zong Yan followed the first rule in Miskatonic University's student code: never believe what an evil god tells you. He turned a deaf ear to the speculation and never took it to heart.

But now he'd really obtained the power of the Dreamlands, and Zong Yan couldn't help but have serious doubts about his identity.

He might genuinely be one of Azathoth's streams of consciousness, but he didn't know what that meant or how the Lord of the Universe operated. Wasn't it a little hard to believe that Azathoth would let an upstart stream of consciousness take control of the entire Dreamlands?

It never crossed his mind that the most remarkable thing about him was managing to hook up with the Lord of the Gate.

In any case, Zong Yan wasn't the type of person who retreated in the face of danger. Besides, he was genuinely curious about his true identity.

If there was some way to discover the truth about himself, as long as it wasn't a path that led to certain death, Zong Yan was willing to embrace it.

Besides...

The Night Watchman lowered his head, took the Silver Key from his neck and wrapped the chain around his right wrist, allowing the key to drop into the palm of his hand.

Love really was a magical emotion.

It seemed to give him unlimited courage to stride forward, to dash past everything to return to his lover's side.

The Night Watchman lifted his black umbrella and suddenly leaped down from the high tower.

The shadows obeyed his commands, swarming around him like evil spirits, generating ghastly spikes down the side of the wall. But when the soles of the Night Watchman's shoes met the spikes, they suddenly flattened, supporting his weight and letting him smoothly make his way from high in the air down to the ground.

Woooo—

A fierce wind blew all around him. The tip of his umbrella struck the brick wall, dragging out a dazzling line of sparks.

The top-hatted aristocrat of the fog traversed the shadow-filled city like an evil spirit, stepping across an urban forest of buildings.

The bird of death spread its dark wings and followed, letting out a hoarse and horrible cry from time to time.

'His Highness has returned!'

'His Highness the Night Watchman is back!'

The number of dead bones buried in this city was countless. The ghosts that loomed against the night sky were pale and brilliant, like magnificent, silvery fireworks.