Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

In the backstage of First Theater, Shakespeare, who was smoking his pipe, suddenly froze.    

"What's wrong?"    

Opposite Shakespeare, alice, who was in charge of plagiarizing, raised her head.    

"Mr. Shakespeare, what's the matter?"    

... "No."    

Shakespeare shook his head gently.    

He could confirm that he had indeed felt an inexplicable chill just now - his back that was drenched in cold sweat was proof. But when he wanted to carefully feel why it was like this, the chill disappeared in an instant and disappeared without a trace.    

It was as if nothing had happened.    

But it also seemed as if something had indeed happened.    

However, even if something had really happened, Shakespeare didn't have the time to care. Compared to this kind of inexplicable feeling, what was in front of him was actually a huge problem.    

For example, this young writer lady in front of him.    

Alice, female, 16 years old. The daughter of the theater boss, bobby, was currently a plainer in First Theater. At the same time, she was also the female lead of Romeo and Juliet. As for now... this young girl had another identity.    

She was a loyal admirer of the big star Shakespeare.    

Yes, after performing Romeo and Juliet a few times, First Theater successfully regained its popularity, and Shakespeare also successfully became a well-known figure in every household - handsome. He was good at fighting, and he also knew how to write a script. He could even write a popular sonnet. With such capital, Shakespeare could not help but become famous.    

Of course, the main reason was because of his handsome appearance. His first impression was still very important.    

Just like the old Arthur, Shakespeare had also become the dream lover of many young girls. There was also the idol of a group of middle-aged and old women. However, unlike the old Arthur, Shakespeare was younger. He was more energetic and easier to come into contact with - at least, the old Arthur still had some school matters to attend to. As for Shakespeare, it was much easier to find him. Therefore, under the pursuit of the fanatical fans, Shakespeare could only stay in the theater. He could no longer go out.    

However, even if he hid in the theater, Shakespeare would not be able to live a peaceful life for a few days. The entrance of the theater could block the civilians outside, but it could not stop those officials and nobles who wanted to come. Facing those people with real power, Shakespeare, who did not want to follow the so-called "unspoken rules," could only choose to escape again.    

Fortunately, in the theater, there was also a place he could escape to.    

Hearing that Shakespeare was in trouble, the kind Miss Alice generously accepted him and hid him in her room.    

The room was not big, so it was okay to stay alone. However, it was a little crowded when the two of them were together. However, Shakespeare didn't care about that. In the current situation, it was already good enough that he had a place to rest. As long as he could stay quiet for a while, that would be enough. How could he ask for more?    

But soon, Shakespeare realized that this place was even less peaceful.    

"That..."    

Shakespeare sighed.    

"Alice, i..."    

"What is it?"    

The tip of her pen paused. Alice raised her head and looked directly into Shakespeare's eyes.    

"What can I do for you?"    

"I... I'm fine."    

Looking at that pair of eyes that seemed to flash with radiance, Shakespeare hesitated for a moment.    

"I just want to ask you, why did you use a pen that was not dipped in ink to copy the script?"    

"Ah!"    

Looking at the blank piece of paper in her hand, alice was stunned for a moment, and her entire face instantly turned red.    

"No, no, no. I was distracted just now..."    

"Yes."    

Shakespeare responded and did not speak anymore.    

He could write a script that was popular among the elderly and young, or write beautiful and beautiful poems for the noble people, but he could also write beautiful and gorgeous poems for them. He really couldn't think of anything to say.    

Or rather, he could say something.    

After thinking for a while, Shakespeare smoked even more fiercely.    

It was not good to smoke in other people's rooms, but Shakespeare did not have a choice now. After all, the price he had to pay to go out was too high. He only wanted Alice to go out for a while and give him some time to calm down, so that he could think of how to face her, or how to face himself.    

Obviously, alice didn't understand what he meant.    

Alice didn't like other people smoking. She would even take the initiative to restrict Old Bobby from smoking. Shakespeare, as a member of the troupe, knew this. However, alice didn't seem to be annoyed by the smoke at all. She just kept copying something. She didn't even need to get up and leave. She didn't even move her feet.    

Ah, the pen in the girl's hand still wasn't dipped in ink.    

"Sigh..."    

Sighing, Shakespeare extinguished his tobacco pipe and got up to open the window to take a breather.    

There was no other way. Since the suggestion could not be solved, he could only make it clear.    

"It's impossible. Don't think too much."    

Glancing at Alice, who was still pretending to be writing, Shakespeare shook his head.    

"I..."    

"Romeo and Juliet are impossible, aren't they?"    

Alice did not raise her head. She only had her back to Shakespeare and leaned against the table.    

"Why can't you and I do it?"    

"I... I am too old."    

Feeling the awkward atmosphere, Shakespeare quickly found an excuse.    

"I am too old. I am much older than you. How can I... No, I mean... I'm just a script writer, you're Bobby's daughter... I said to him, But... sigh. "    

Although he had found a few excuses in a row, even Shakespeare himself felt that these lame excuses could not be justified. His mind was stiff, and his tongue was tied. Shakespeare himself did not know what he was saying.    

"In short, I can't."    

Shakespeare shook his head repeatedly.    

"Why?"    

Alice's voice was trembling.    

"Because..."    

Shakespeare gritted his teeth.    

Because he still had a wife and three children in his hometown.    

But why was he unwilling to tell the truth?    

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"The truth is very hard to accept..."    

A shadow surged. The existence called Nyarlathotep opened his eyes and looked at the London in the distance.    

"The more you know, the faster you will die. If you know everything, you will die even faster... So it's better if you don't know anything. Sometimes ignorance is bliss itself."    

As the shadows churned, a black-skinned man emerged from the shadows.    

There was also a black suitcase.    

Nyarlathotep opened the suitcase and took out two ugly guns.    

It looked like a brick with a handle.    

"Long time no see..."    

Nyarlathotep smiled as he looked at the two spears engraved with runes.    

"Let's begin."