i used to be a devil

[Tick tock, tick tock. 】

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[Tick tock, tick tock. 】

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[Tick tock, tick tock. 】

What should it be like when a person dies?

This was the first thought that came to Rosemere's mind when he felt the existence of "himself" again.

What should it be like when a person dies?

It seems that there should be nothing.

It should be no hearing, no feeling, and nothing else...

[Tick tock, tick tock. 】

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But he felt "his own existence" again.

The second time this thought came up, Rosemil tried to move his fingers, and unexpectedly, he really felt the movement of another part of his body.

Rosemere seemed to be falling into a thick layer of ash, and once again he felt the movements of his body parts, as if he moved suddenly, and then shook off all the thick ash covering his body.

For the first time, Rosemir doubted whether this was the West Mansion, but he denied this idea in the next second.

There is nothing around, and it does not look like the West Mansion—in fact, many people are still alive, but they have been to the West Mansion.

Thinking of this, he checked his body next time: his limbs were intact, without any missing parts, and even the bishop's robe, which was damaged due to the battle before, was as clean and tidy as usual.

Rosemere got up from the place where he was lying, and he slightly shifted his focus on himself, and then looked at other places: there was nothing.

As far as the eye can see, there is a blank space that makes Rosemere feel that there is nothing.

The space he was in was all empty white.

This is true even with the ground beneath his feet.

The only difference is that besides being white, the ground also has a little back-shaped ripples that ripple like water waves and disappear in nowhere.

Standing here, Rosemere couldn't even tell the front, back, left, and right, and couldn't feel whether there was light here—but, he should be able to see it now, right?

Using his own orientation as a comparison, after turning around a few times, Rosemir finally chose a direction, regardless of whether it was front-to-back or left-right, and walked down.

Who knows where it should be?

Rosemere, who had no idea of ​​where he was now, was a bit shabby in his choice, but he was still quite cautious in his steps forward.

Because he had moved his limbs just after waking up, and at the same time he had tried to feel the magical elements here.

The result is nothing.

The place seems to be as clean as it looks.

Really, nothing.

Without the idea of ​​shouting loudly, Rosemere kept quiet and tried to keep himself moving in a straight line as much as possible, but without any reference at all, he was not sure whether he was walking in a straight line.

It’s just that in this situation, one can only take one step at a time—Rosemir even thought about it for a moment, if there is really only such a piece of white around, and there is nothing else, how hard is it for him to save his life? Don't you have to explain it here again?

Then it turned out that Hekaia's curse didn't disappear at all, so he could only starve but couldn't die at all?

"..."

Rosemir stopped walking unconsciously, feeling that this idea was a little scary.

Sighing, he looked ahead and hesitated for a moment, before continuing to move forward, or saving energy to avoid starvation, he considered for three or four seconds between the two, could only wipe his face, and moved forward again helplessly.

After all, there is nothing known right now, who knows what lies behind the unknown?

Thinking about this question, Rosemir couldn't help rubbing his stomach, and then continued walking.

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……

How long did he continue to walk, Rosemire didn't know, when there was no exact timing tool, and facing the surrounding scenery that was always the same as if he had been standing still, Rosemil always felt that he had walked like this for a long time .

Still nothing.

The touch under his feet somehow confirmed his own feelings.

Rosemere couldn't help wondering if he had chosen the wrong direction—

Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked a little irritably, thinking whether he should turn around and go in another direction.

Here is like a desert, the same monotony, and the whiteness that can never see the end.

"In the end, I didn't die from the beast tide, but I have to go through such a hellish place?"

He murmured somewhat complainingly, but in the end he just continued to sigh helplessly, and tried his best to pull himself together and try to move on.

After all, he can't do things like turning around. He even feels that as long as he chooses to deny the journey he has been going forward and turns back, he will soon collapse and completely lose the courage to move on.

With this in mind, Rosemere hypnotized himself to take another step after every step he took.

One more step and one more step.

I have to say that this method is quite useful when other thoughts are excluded.

At least until he came to his senses, he didn't know how long he had walked this time, nor how he insisted on walking such a long distance.

It's just that when Rosemir stopped this time, he suddenly felt that he was right to persevere.

There was only a monotonous piece of white around, and finally there was a change, and the chaotic colors that gradually appeared filled the space. He looked at everything in front of him, and the pace of his feet became much faster uncontrollably.

From the quickening of the pace at the beginning, to the trotting at the end, observing everything while moving forward.

And when he was panting and unable to hold on, when he was thinking about whether to take a break or continue, he suddenly bumped into something.

It hurts a bit, but not like hitting a wall.

Unlike the effect of being bounced by excessive force, now it just feels like hitting something that is not so rigid.

Rosemere felt like he was running into a wall.

He took two steps back with staring eyes, and when Rosmere looked in front of him again, the person standing in front of him was a stranger.

Black hair, black eyes.

His face was indifferent, but there seemed to be a little smile on his face...

Rosemil's eyes stayed on the opponent for a while, and then drifted uncontrollably to the background outside him.

—he's in mid-air now!

But he obviously couldn't feel any fluctuations in magic power, he now...? ! @#￥%...

Is he supposed to fall in the next second? !

This thought circled around for a few seconds, until finally realizing that he hadn't landed yet, Rosemir couldn't calmly throw it out of his mind.

He just stood in the air without a sense of security, and looked down—the only thing he saw was a piece of ruins.

He withdrew his gaze, and just about to sneak another glance at the person in front of him, but found that the other person seemed to be looking at him all the time, his gaze didn't seem to move, so he could only bite the bullet and say first, "Where is this place?"

After listening to his words, the man seemed to be thinking about it. He raised his hand and tapped the corner of his mouth, thought about his words, and said, "Well, it's probably... half destroyed by me, but I suddenly let go of it." The world of horses."

"..." Rosemir looked at the person in front of him in surprise, and opened his eyes uncontrollably. He felt that this matter was uncertain, but the feeling and the action just now made him have a guess.

He stared at the other party for a long time, and finally called out uncertainly, "Yirang—Your Majesty?"

The other party didn't answer immediately, but his eyes fell on Rosemil lightly.

When those eyes looked at him a little guilty, he said slowly: "It's me."

——What a suffocating attitude.

Originally, he should have thought so, but after hearing that affirmative answer, Rosemil seemed to be immersed in another emotion. He couldn't tell what kind of joy it was, but it was inexplicably sad, but obviously The mood is bright and uplifting.

"...Hmm." Rosemil originally wanted to say something, but under the atmosphere in front of him, he suddenly couldn't say anything.

It could only be a meaningless answer, and then there was no sound.

"..."

Yi Rang, who has been looking at the person in front of him from the beginning to the end, waited patiently until the end, and the results seemed to be somewhat different. Seeing the guy in front of him suddenly refreshed from the very beginning, he turned around and turned into a listless look. Baba looked like he wasn't sure what the problem was.

—He doesn't understand humans very well.

Even after playing human role-playing games for a long time, this is still the case.

Just one thing-

"Originally, I planned to completely destroy this world."

"..."

"Completely get rid of the inexplicably twisted world line—" He dragged out his speech, glanced at Rosemere by the way, then suddenly stopped talking, and just said with a smile: "It seems to be a long story, you can listen to it too. not understand."

"..." Feeling that he was disgusted, Rosemere pursed his lips secretly, and continued without answering.

He just continued to lower his head, looking at the completely disfigured everything below, and what he recalled in his mind was his own last memory.

Then he suddenly heard Yi Rang say: "But I suddenly thought of you."

"...!"

Rosemil felt that he had missed a few words in it, and suddenly raised his head to look at the god in front of him, who was still smiling as before, but this time he looked completely different from before.

Yi Rang turned his eyes away, and continued to look at the ruins in front of him with sizing eyes.

The world he created with his own hands has now become barren and lifeless, and his tone of voice seems to have softened because of seeing these, "I originally wanted to completely erase this world, but in the end I suddenly wanted to let it go." One horse."

As if seeing the doubt in Rosemir's eyes just now, Yi Rang connected the words that Rosemir hadn't missed at all and said again, "Because I suddenly thought of you at that time, so I stopped."

"I...me?" Rosemere stammered, still not quite believing his ears.

I was a little at a loss because I couldn't believe it.

The bishop of the church, who used to be calm and composed, was like a shy child who didn't know how to deal with praise at this moment. He nervously looked at Yirang several times and then looked away.

Yirang smiled and looked at Rosemir who felt that something was wrong with him, and stretched out his hand to him, spreading his palms, "I still owe you one wish."

"..." Rosemir, who didn't expect to say such a sentence, had nothing but a blank mind when Yi Ran mentioned the word wish.He could only dryly reply to Yi Rang in front of him: "I haven't thought it through yet..."

——Only talking stupid things from the beginning to the end!

Rosemir complained to himself a little madly in his heart.

But if he really wanted to say something, he couldn't say it.

Yi Rang asked again: "Then, do you want to rebuild this family?"

"reconstruction?"

"Restore it as you want."

"Can it be like this?" Rosemil asked uncertainly, causing Yi Rang to make a slightly wider smile, "What did I lie to you for?"

——Yeah, just trick me into doing something.

Rosemere nodded, but continued to reply in a dull and simple way: "Oh."

Seeing him like that, Yi Rang replied, "Yes."

"Then do what you want. Just think about it."

"En." Rosmir nodded, facing a piece of ruins, tried Yirang's so-called "thinking", and saw that the ruins were really recovering by themselves.

He was a little excited, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Yi Rang beside him, but he fell into the dark eyes of the other party for a moment, and his heart was hit suddenly.

He also remembered the crazy thoughts in his heart during the time when he "leaved" in Yirang.

"It's enough for you to think about it slowly during the process. If you think about it, just let me know." Yi Rang didn't seem to take his eyes off Rosemil.

It's just that after this sentence was finished, the meaning of "let's talk about it" couldn't be more obvious.

Rosemere felt awkward just listening to it.

He didn't speak at first, but when he saw the smile on Yi Rang's face faded a little, as if he was about to turn around and leave in the next second, he suddenly lost his mind and opened his mouth and said, "You are my belief!"

"……Um?"

"I always thought about it later, if I said at the time, my real wish is to be by your side, but I just don't want to lose my own thinking and become another existence when I face you."

"..."

"What I think is that I am in front of you, not...becoming Socrates afterwards."

"..."

"I don't want to miss anything. When I stand in front of you, I want to be Rosemere Doyat from beginning to end. I don't want to give any other existence this chance—not even the first god."

"..."

"I--"

When Rosemil wanted to say something, Yi Ran smiled at him again and asked, "This time, is it a new wish?"

"..."

"Isn't it?"

"No no no no!! I mean, yes! A new wish!"

Rosemere quickly answered the words anxiously, and tried hard to pretend that he said the words very seriously.

Yirang tilted his head slightly to look at him for a second, then took a step forward, and raised his hand to touch the center of Rosemere's eyebrows—this is the gesture of blessing the person chosen by the gods as said in the scriptures.

"Then, I will fulfill your new wish for you."

"I will be by your side until the end of your life."

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