[FSN Illya] I will love you

"...um...a little...a bit cold."

The nerves gradually lose their ability to transmit sensory electrical signals, but even so, they can clearly feel the heart-piercing pain and the coldness that quickly spread to every cell.

Every part of her body felt heavier than ever—maybe not her body, after all, she should have lost control of her body.

The sharp stinging pain still lingered in the eyes, but the feeling of liquid flowing down was no longer felt.

Is it because the eyes are blind or something else?She felt that she was submerged in darkness, but she had the intuition that she was constantly falling.There was no wind or the feeling of being pulled by force, only knowing that I was falling.

Maybe in free fall?The brain also seems to be out of control, and the thinking is illogically running around.

Falling, falling, until she felt like she would never stop, she felt herself hitting something.

Without the pain of force interaction, you can only feel something "smashed".

The furry seems to be elastic, and for some reason, I can know that the surrounding is not flat but concave, and I can feel the lingering warmth clung to the body through the contact part.

Greedy for these slight warmth, she wanted to move her body and open her eyes, but she felt her consciousness sinking continuously.

All that could be vaguely heard was a low but scattered indistinct sound that seemed to resound from all the surrounding spaces.

"And... what... What's going on?!"

There seemed to be some dispirited taste.She was obviously in a low mood and it was impossible to think about anything, she thought in a wicked way just before her consciousness completely fell asleep.

Then there is no more then.

He had to admit that memory was a terrible thing, even after so long that he thought he would forget everything in an endless sleep, when this little girl hit...on his stomach... , his first reaction when he woke up was to think that he had returned to that time thousands of years ago—that person also fell onto his stomach suddenly.

And the appearance is also very similar, two people.

He looked at the little girl in his hand with a complicated expression. The long silver hair was exactly the same as that person except Liu Haihai. Although her appearance was more immature than beautiful, it was easy to see the shadow of that person, but he didn't know if the eyes were the same. Also a ruby ​​burgundy like that one.

However, the little girl is now in a coma and carrying it all the time is not a solution, but there is no place to rest nearby.

Floating in the air, he looked down at the forest, which was so dense that the ground could not be seen clearly and stretched all the way to the distant sky without any signs of thinning. He frowned impatiently, then turned around and took a step, and disappeared in the same place in the next instant .

At the corner of the forest where the clearing was finally visible, there was a simple log cabin.

Throwing the little girl gently on the bed in the cabin was not considered tender, and he didn't even think about whether to cover her with a quilt, so he just turned around and walked out the door.

This is the place where that person used to live, and the little girl who was similar to her rushed out of his long-sealed memory, disturbing his mind and at the same time making his little expectation from thousands of years ago come to an end again. It rekindled.

He was very distressed, after all, if it was destined to be impossible to meet again, then he didn't want to have any expectations at all.

Walking to the brook not far from the cabin, he sat down cross-legged, not in the mood to look at the same scenery around him, he leaned forward towards the brook, and saw his own reflection in the dark gurgling brook, Snow-white long hair, snow-white skin, and snow-white robes, the most striking thing is the pair of snow-white pupils.

He used to be proud that he was more pure white than that person. At that time, he didn't understand her worry when she looked at him. Later, after she left, he traveled around the world, and only then did he know that this pure whiteness brought is how much difference.

When he was fascinated by the reflection, he heard disorganized footsteps coming from the room behind him. When he came back to his senses, he realized how long he had been in a daze. He straightened up and turned to look sideways. The little girl had already woken up. , ran out staggeringly with panic and panic, although he staggered all the way, he still maintained that bone-deep elegance.

Like a flustered little princess.He thought for no reason.

He saw her looking up at the sky with an expression of fear that could not be concealed. Although he was familiar with everything here, he still followed her gaze and looked up. There were no white clouds in the vast sky, nor was it blue. Slightly transparent black, ripples like rippling water are constantly appearing and disappearing in the sky, and occasionally there are human-shaped things floating up and down there.

"This, here... where is it?" The little princess was obviously frightened by the intermittent words due to trembling - this is natural, after all, it is such an unimaginable world.

He lowered his gaze to the little princess, his eyes were calm, and his tone of voice was deliberately calm.

"The endless prison under the River of Forgetfulness."

"...What?" The question seemed unresponsive, but it was obvious that the little girl hadn't heard of Wangchuan, maybe she hadn't even heard of the underworld.

Same as that person.He thought, this little girl is indeed not from this world.

"There," he stretched out his arms, which were slender than those of ordinary men, and pointed his slender fingers at the weird sky above his head, "is the River of Forgetfulness. After the creatures of this world die, their souls will cross the River of Forgetfulness and go to the underworld. If you are reincarnated, if you fall into the River of Forgetfulness, you will be like those figures floating in the River of Forgetfulness forever."

"This... world?" He couldn't help admiring the little girl's determination to find out the key points in his words even though she was frightened in a strange and strange environment.

"Ah, you are not from this world, you should have accidentally passed through the gap in the world and fell here when you died." It was only natural to say the word "death", after all, this place is accompanied by "death" all day long , which, in his opinion, is not a word worthy of distinction.

It's just that the little girl's face changed instantly. I don't know if she recalled the feelings before her death or something else. Her face was distorted by fear, her pupils were constricted to the extreme, and sweat condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye and then dripped from her forehead. Sliding down all the way, the corners of her eyes, which had been nostalgic for her, followed the curvature of her cheeks, stayed at her chin for a moment, and finally left her skin and scattered on the gray-green grass.

It looked like it was crying, and it made his heart skip a beat - he didn't want to see this face crying.

With a somewhat tangled face, he turned his head away from looking at her, his tone was not as indifferent as before, but contained a trace of imperceptible anxiety.

"If you wake up, you should leave early, the human soul can't last long here."

After waiting quietly for about two breathing cycles, he heard the little girl's voice calm down a bit but still weak.

"What will happen if you leave?"

"If you didn't drown in the river of oblivion, you should return to the original world and follow the rules of that world to continue the post-death process."

Souls that do not belong to this world will soon be expelled back to their original world by the laws of the world, and only here is a place of exile that the laws of the world will not touch.

Not long after he finished speaking, he heard thin sobs coming from where the little girl was, and the intermittent and suppressed sobs entered his ears in detail, and the corners of his brows could not help but twitch. Jump, there is only one sentence in my head that keeps lingering:

broken!

The anxiety in his heart was magnified over and over again. Knowing that the little girl was really crying this time, he was a little restless. I don't know if it was because the little girl looked too similar to that person, or because he felt that he was bullying the child, or something else. For whatever reason, he felt sorry and worried about the little girl's condition.

He could no longer sit indifferently like before, his crossed legs were a little loose, the fist he clenched was loose and tight, and his eyes were constantly glancing at the little girl's direction at shorter and shorter intervals.

Until the end, he really couldn't sit and wait any longer, and quickly stood up, trying to pretend to be calm, but actually walked quickly to the little girl's side two steps at a time.

Squatting down so that his eyes were at the same level as the little girl, it was only then that he realized that the little girl was really... petite.

The sobbing sound that was much clearer than before did not stop because of his arrival, the little girl completely ignored him while suppressing herself while trying to vent the panic and helplessness in her heart.

What kind of teaching is it that makes her subconsciously suppress herself when venting.He sighed in his heart, pushed back what he wanted to say and reprocessed it as softly as possible.

"...Don't...cry." After going around twice in the stomach, the last sentence was still the same, but the tone was neither an order nor a request, mixed with too many awkward tones that broke the sentence into two parts , whether it is the feeling of saying it or the effect afterwards, it is too dry to withstand a single blow.

Looking at the little girl who ignored him and continued to sob, he couldn't help frowning helplessly.

Then, he heard intermittent words made up of soft, still immature voices amid the sobs.

"Ber...serker..."

Ok?

"……Mother……"

It stands to reason that children should call "Mom and Dad" at such times, but the "Berserker" obviously does not refer to her father, but it sounds similar to the "Saber" in that population.

While he was puzzled, he habitually stated the facts.

"It's better not to expect others here."

"If Berserker is here, he will definitely be able to protect me." Although her tone was still unstable, she finally responded to his words, which made him a little happier.

"Impossible. Not to mention whether you can come in and whether you can go out after entering, no matter whether you belong to this world or not, whether it is human, demon, god or anything else, even dead spirits, they will slowly weaken and disappear here. .”

This is the endless prison. As the name suggests, it is an endless prison. Countless monsters and even gods who were once invincible to me struggled to escape and finally fell helplessly.

This is where he was born, where he was sheltered and where he was imprisoned for thousands of years.

"I don't care! Berserker is the best!" The little girl's sudden agitation frightened him for a moment, and he didn't know how to respond. He watched her two little hands tightly clenched into fists, and the knuckles of the fingers were tight. There were pale spots due to excessive force, and the teardrops that did not condense enough to drop could hang on the corners of her tightly closed eyes with slender eyelashes, against which her furrowed brows made him feel at a loss stand up.

"you……"

"I don't care! I don't care! Woohoo! Berserker!"

He just stretched out his hand, I don't know if it is as long as the middle finger, and he just uttered a word to comfort him. However, in the astonishment he couldn't hide, the little girl suddenly burst out and shouted, "Guardian!" Crying the name of "God", he ran to the forest on one side.

"Wait!" When he came to his senses, he hurriedly stood up and wanted to stop her, but when he took a closer look at the words, he found that the little girl was no longer in front of him, and the wind blew the dense leaves of the entire forest , in the low and rough sound of friction caused by the overly dense leaves, the gloomy forest is as dark and mysterious as the mouth of a dormant ancient monster.

It wasn't until this time that he really felt that this little girl was different from that person.

as well as……

"...Did I say something wrong..."

The pure soliloquy, full of worries, fluttered in the increasingly strong wind, and then was easily smashed to pieces.

He looked up at Wangchuan, which was still calm, and there were small white snowflakes in the air, gradually increasing in number and size.

Heaven has changed.

She ran with all her strength in the dark forest, with her head lowered and her eyes closed. After the uncontrollable fear finally calmed down a little, she raised her head and opened her eyes to find herself I don't know where it is at all.

The surrounding area is full of thick and towering trees. Just by looking at the past, you can find that these trees are at least a hundred years old, and unlike the sparse forest near Einzbern Castle, the trees here are at the minimum distance that can grow. Close to each other, the thick roots drilled out of the ground and intertwined with each other.

Originally, I ran in in a panic and ran in. I was lucky not to trip over the roots or hit the trees along the way. Now, in this place surrounded by trees, the surrounding scenery is the same, which makes people unable to distinguish. Know the direction, even if you are afraid to go back to the wooden house where you were just now, you can't find the way back.

What's more, with her temperament, she would not admit defeat even if she was extremely scared.

Especially that guy just now, who kept hitting her like he was making sarcastic remarks.

The grievance in her heart tended to rise again. She forced herself to suppress the emotions that would make her look weak, pulled herself together, raised her face and raised her feet, and walked in one direction at will—it was obviously not the right choice to stay where she was. The environment is too weird, but it is possible to find some clues by walking around.

Also, she feels cold.

It's like the coldness engraved on her body, whether it's trying to wrap the blanket on the bed tightly when she just woke up - although she doesn't want to admit it, she did try to use that guy's stuff to keep warm, or just running all the way after a strenuous exercise She didn't feel even a little bit of warmth in her body. In fact, apart from the cold sweat when she was frightened before, she didn't even sweat a drop when she was running out of breath.

This kind of coldness has enveloped her since the time when she couldn't control her fear whenever she thought about it.

Aimlessly walking in one direction, she strode heavily and rubbed her hands and breathed, trying to get even a little bit of warmth, but in vain found that there was no effect.

The facts made her desperate, but she was indeed unable to generate heat herself, and she could not even get heat from the outside world—the Einzbern clothes she was wearing were useless.

The wind started to get stronger, even in such a dense forest, it could blow strongly, and it was also mixed with cold air.

She supported the ancient tree trunk with one hand, and when she looked up, she could only see layers of leaves that were so dense that the sky could not be seen, and the left and right were all very similar trees. She flinched reflexively, and stepped forward again. direction forward.

Dots of white snowflakes fell from the sky, she looked at this very familiar thing to her, and raised her head in doubt, only to find that the snowflakes passed through the leaves unhindered and fluttered to the ground.

The extremely weird scene aroused the fear in her heart, she stretched out her hand angrily, a small flake of snowflakes slowly fell on her slender and tender but too fair fingers, and the ice-cold penetrating into the bone marrow seemed to be in no one's land In an instant, all her nerves were swept away.

Barely suppressing the reflexive cry of pain, she trembled and hurried to the nearest big tree, close to the trunk, trying to block the snowflakes from falling on her with the trunk and branches—because the snow seemed unable to pass through the branches.

However, the branches are limited in thickness after all, and there are still snowflakes passing through the leaves and falling on her clothes. Under her reflexively fearful gaze, she was surprised to find that there was no feeling of coldness.

After discovering that she could not feel the coldness of snowflakes through her clothes, she boldly continued to move forward.

Try to walk under the intertwined branches, the wind blowing from nowhere whistles and rolls up the snowflakes in the air, the snow that falls on the ground will not melt, so the snow accumulates at a speed visible to the naked eye, but after a while she can already take one step Leave a clear footprint.

The original gray-green forest was stained a lot of white because of the snow, and the dark forest was unexpectedly brighter because of the white.

This restored her mood a lot—after all, she didn't like to suppress the dull darkness, and too tense nerves were a burden to both body and spirit.

The brighter environment allowed her to see farther and more clearly. Surrounded by the same trees, it was only after a closer look that they were surprisingly similar. There seemed to be no sign of running water, and the surrounding wind had no obvious direction. It means that her current situation has not improved.

There was the crunching sound of the irregular snow under her feet being trampled on her ears, and she kept looking around, all she could see was a vast expanse of white and incomplete snow.

Wait...incomplete snowpack...

She suddenly stopped and turned around to look back. The sunken footprints were only two or three meters long in front of her eyes, and they were almost covered with freshly fallen snow.

Then she turned her head and looked under the tree beside her. There was a long trunk-wide dent along the root of the tree, and the exposed part of the ground had been scattered with new snow!

Then I turned my head and looked at the bottoms of other trees. Several trees had the same dents at the bottoms, with different lengths, and some even staggered!

As if she finally found something, she couldn't hold back her frightened expression, and immediately ran away from the tree beside her!When she turned her head, she saw that the roots of the normal tree began to twist and stretch, grabbing the ground in the distance and dragging the tree up!

She seemed to be able to feel the trees in the entire forest around her moving slowly, and the slow and low friction sound that could make people feel sore teeth was constantly entering her ears, oppressing her whole body to the point of collapse!

Nothing around is normal!

She raised her hand and tried to guide the magic circuit in her body to activate magic, but the next second she found that she couldn't feel the existence of the magic circuit at all.

That's right, the magic circuit is engraved on the body, and now she is dead, a soul without a body.

In other words... there is no means of self-protection.

She shivered uncontrollably and knelt down, hugged her knees and buried her head between her knees. Regardless of the bone-piercing snowflakes that kept falling on her skin, she didn't know whether it was from being frozen or because of fear, she sobbed softly and murmured alone:

"Berserker..."

Only the sound of howling wind and the sound of moving trees echoed the helpless her.

Loneliness and discouragement surrounded her again after the brief excitement of the Holy Grail War. Although she had been used to this for so many years, she still didn't want to accept the fact that she was still abandoned.

This time, no Berserker would protect her, nor would she be brought back to the castle, which was ruthless but still safe because of her own efforts.

This time...is it true...it's over...is it...

There was silence all around.

Then, very suddenly, no snowflakes fell on her skin anymore, and through the gap, she could see that the surrounding area seemed to be a little darker. She raised her head slightly, and she saw a pair of feet wearing white boots close in front of her eyes. Looking up slowly, the crescent-white robe was lifted to block the flying snowflakes. She saw that the sarcastic guy finally had an expression other than indifference. He was apologetic, and the lines on his face were much softer, snow-white There was an apologetic look in his eyes, too.

"... I apologize for what I said before... I didn't know that would irritate you." It seemed that he was not used to apologizing, and he was a little awkward when he spoke.

"But you shouldn't come out impulsively either."

At this time, he still came to teach, but she suddenly didn't hate him anymore, and her eyes became moist without disappointment.

"Ah!" He panicked when he saw her tears, and he couldn't help but blame himself for speaking too directly, "It's all my fault! You, don't cry."

Her tears grew more and more, and there was a trend of "tears flowing like a river" as the literati said. In desperation, he simply picked her up and covered her with his outer robe, and put her face against his. shoulder.

"Okay, okay, don't cry." He held her with one hand and patted her on the back with the other - he saw that human beings coax children like this, his tone slowed down, "Let's go back If you stay any longer, you'll be fine if you catch a cold."

She clutched his clothes tightly with both hands, nodded indiscriminately while wiping tears from his clothes, and finally issued a slight choked response from her throat.

She felt that he lifted herself up a little bit, and grabbed his arm with one hand, feeling that his body was soft, even his arms were not full of hard muscles like Kiritsugu.

What's more, she felt a somewhat familiar warm temperature on his body, where she had felt it before, the warmth that lingered on her body.

The hands unconsciously gripped tighter.

Considering that the little girl in his arms belonged to the normal human category compared to him, he deliberately slowed down when he returned.

As a result, she fell asleep in his arms halfway.

When he returned to the cabin, he looked at the girl who was sleeping deeply on his shoulder, her little hand was still holding his arm tightly even in sleep, which made him very helpless but also inexplicably soft-hearted.

At the beginning, it was true that she was treated specially because of her face that was too similar to that person, but now that he has understood that she is not the same as that person, then he will not rudely treat her as a substitute for that person , but she is still a child, and he still can't be tough on her.

All races have the instinct to love their cubs, especially a rare race like his, where women and children are the primary protections—although as far as he knows, he has no siblings.

Then this "family motto" is settled now.Having made such an irresponsible decision, he carefully pulled the girl's hand away and put her on the bed and covered her with a snow-white blanket. After doing all this, he pondered for a while and looked at the small space in the house, and finally turned around. Walked out the door and sat down on the floor against the wall by the door.

Sure enough, he still doesn't like too small an environment.

After sorting out his emotions and finding the girl, his mood became more enlightened. He let the snowflakes all over the sky float freely on his hair and clothes, and it was rare for him to feel that the same gray world was no longer boring. I just want to sleep.

Then it was just a turn of his mind, and he remembered that he didn't know the girl's name yet.

When he mentioned the name, he couldn't help thinking of that person.

Irisviel von Einzbern, that's her name.

Although she is not used to such a long name—according to her, it is always named like this in her hometown, but it is undeniable that the name sounds good, and every syllable lingers on the tip of the tongue when it is spoken.

I don't know if the name of this girl who is similar to her will be as nice as hers.

His mind frantically ran wild, and he looked at the creatures that occasionally jumped out of the water in the black stream in front of him in a daze, until a faint groan symbolizing discomfort reached his ears.

He walked into the room with doubts in his heart. The little girl was curled up in a blanket and shivering slightly in the corner of the bed. When he got closer, he found that she hadn't actually woken up.

It looked like a nightmare.As he thought about it, he sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch her forehead.

It's just that when he just touched it, he was stimulated by the abnormal coldness, and he couldn't help frowning.

The soul of a human being after death has no temperature. Occasionally, the temperature of the soul is low. This is normal, but the little girl's body is too cold, which is far beyond the normal range. I don't know if it is because I have been exposed to it outside Too much snow or something else.

The blanket wrapped around her was made of his hair, which could effectively insulate the cold and store warmth, but it obviously didn't play a big role now.

The hem of the robe behind him fluttered twice, and then a snow-white, furry tail emerged from under the robe. It was very similar to a dragon's tail but much softer. The tip of the tail was covered with a large amount of slender, soft white fluff, which was very fluffy.

The tail was unexpectedly much larger than his current appearance, and it seemed that the size was deliberately controlled. The huge tail rolled up the little girl in a circle just enough to cover her body, so that he could warm her with his own body temperature— — This is also based on his own particularity.

Putting his hand on her frowning brow again, a tiny silvery white light appeared on his fingertips, and he closed his eyes and gradually frowned.

Scenes of images kept flashing in my mind, the two women in white clothes who looked similar to the tragic death, the tall figure who was repeatedly stabbed by countless weapons but still stood in front of my eyes, the gravel splashed everywhere, the blond man, and, The pain of being blinded in an instant and having your heart ripped out alive.

The silver light gradually weakened until it disappeared, and the little girl finally relaxed and fell into a peaceful sleep, but he couldn't let go of his rarely frowning brows, and looked at her with distressed and complicated eyes.

Although he didn't know what the blond man's purpose was, but treating a child like this was too much in his mind.

"It's... cruel..." The murmur that was suppressed without showing any emotion continued to echo in the small space until it dissipated.

When she woke up from her sleep, just like the last time, she saw a strange wooden roof. She was stunned for two seconds to let her brain straighten out the current situation, and then sat up.

The snow-white blanket slid down to her lap, and it still carried the warmth she could feel on it. Only then did she realize that she was not as cold as before. She stretched out a finger to gently touch her cheek, and she was pleasantly surprised It was found to be warm to the touch.

Raising her head and looking around, she carefully observed the wooden house for the first time. The environment was not bright—after all, the world outside the house was dark, with extremely simple furnishings—she found that there was no table in the house, and the decoration was simple wooden structure.

Thinking of the moving trees in the forest, she could not help but get goosebumps when she thought that the sticks might have come from those trees.

Throwing off the blanket and jumping off the bed, she ran out of the wooden house in small steps, and as soon as she went out, she saw the white guy sitting by the eerie black stream with his back to her.

Obviously there was still snow on the ground before, so she should have slept not long ago, but now there is no sign of snow on the ground or on the trees outside.

It seemed that she heard something, just like when they first met, she saw him turn sideways and look over.

It's just that this time she didn't stay where she was, and walked over step by step, she wanted to walk to him.

It was only when she got to her side that she realized that she didn't know what she was doing here.

Looking at the black stream she took another step forward.

"Be careful! Don't get close to that side." His voice appeared abruptly.

At this moment, something in the creek in front of her jumped up and rushed towards her, but a silvery white light flashed past, and the thing that was divided in half paused in mid-air for half a second before falling back to the ground again. in the water.

She looked over and saw that thing had a distorted human face that couldn't be seen. Its jagged mouth stretched to the back of its head where it was blood-red. There was no neck directly connected to the fish's body under the head, but there was no neck on the side. Only the bottom of the fins has amphibian-like claws.

What flowed out from the broken part of the body was not red blood but black viscous matter, which could not be distinguished from each other in the black stream.

"That... what is it?" She took a step back and stood beside him.

"It's a kind of monster. No one knows the exact name. Because it lives by devouring souls, it was caught by the Eastern Emperor Taiyi in the Great Wilderness—a god who imprisoned the whole family in this Lost River. Eternal torment." Considering that she didn't understand the composition of this world, he gave a general explanation, "You are a soul now, so it's better not to get close."

After the explanation, the atmosphere returned to silence, because no one spoke, which made embarrassment grow.

"That...why did you save me?" Unable to bear the atmosphere, she spoke first.

"Probably because you look like an old friend of mine." He looked up at the sky and thought, then turned his head to look directly into her wine-red eyes.

Those are exactly the same eyes.

"What's your name?"

"Ah!" As if she had just realized it, she hastily put on a perfect standing posture, and introduced herself with her hands behind her back, "My name is Ilya, Ilyasfer von Einzbern."

Illya, it is really a very beautiful name, and it is also a name suitable for a little princess.

"Einzbern..." He pondered, looking at Illya's gaze, "Who is Irisviel von Einzbern to you?"

"Mom?" Ilya never expected to hear her mother's name from the mouth of the person in front of her, and she couldn't help but look surprised.

"really……"

"How do you know mother's name?" Seeing that he didn't intend to continue, Ilya hurriedly said.

"She used to come here, about... 5000 years ago?" Even he himself was not very sure.

"Impossible! Mom has...been dead for 10 years." Although death is not the end for the artificial mother and daughter who inherit the common memory, she still doesn't want her mother to leave her.

And 5000 years, this time is too...

"Isn't the time of your landing different when you fell over, or is the flow rate of time in the two worlds different?" I began to think about this question very seriously, with a tendency to immerse myself in my own world.

This look is really not reliable at all.Thinking of this, Illya felt that the atmosphere was much more relaxed.

"Where's your name?" Sitting down beside him, Illya hugged her legs and imitated him to look at the creek and this gloomy world.

"Well, you."

"quiet?"

"Yes, you can just call me You, there is no last name."

weirdo.

Mumbling, feeling that the scenery in front of her eyes was uniform and meaningless, Illya shifted her attention to the gray-green grass around her, and began to fiddle with the grass.

From the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Ilya's movements and realized that she must be bored. He raised his eyes to look at the distant sky, and then turned his head to look at Ilya.

"If you're bored, go back home and sleep."

"No. I don't want to stay in the house." Illya slowly let go of her habitual words with force.

A brief silence.

"Well, how was mom back then?"

"what?"

"I mean, hasn't Mom been here, what's going on?"

You habitually looked up at the sky, recalling the memory that was still very clear in his mind.

"At that time, like you, she suddenly fell down and fell on my stomach..."

"Huh? I fell on your stomach?!" As if trying to drive away some uneasiness, her emotional expression was exaggerated, and she looked at You's stomach in shock, which was flat and normal.

"Yes, I was sleeping at that time, not what I am now." With a helpless tone, You didn't mind Illya's gaze.

"What was You like at that time?" With eyes full of curiosity, You found that he couldn't resist this kind of offensive at all.

"Well, do you know about dragons?"

"Like a lizard with huge bat wings?"

"No." He stretched out a finger and raised it in front of Illya's eyes. The silver-white gas gathered at the fingertips and gradually took on a certain shape, and finally settled down.

There are two long beards with coral-like horns on the head, a slender body like a snake, and short and powerful limbs with teeth and claws.

"The dragons of this world are like this."

It was indeed a beautiful creature, and compared with the dragons she knew, it didn't look cruel but like a symbol of goodness.

"And I am."

A pair of pure white wings sprouted from the back of the silver-white dragon, the scales all over the body turned into hair, the mouth became sharper, and the legs became longer.

Although it is impolite to describe a man as beautiful, the dragon in front of him is really beautiful, and the scales are original.