Proposed by the most beautiful you in the world [Comprehensive]

It's raining.

The musty smell mixed with the salty smell of the sea water, gushing to the window composed of three rusty iron bars, as if finding a space to swarm in, scrambling to get in.

The already dark and damp cell was suddenly filled with moisture, and the wall was covered with a layer of white mist, which was soaked into the cracks in the cement in an instant.

The torrential rain was beating desperately on the sea surface not far away, and the impact sound from the edge of the cliff was so clear.

However, no matter how noisy the outside world is, even if the torrential rain is exactly the anger of Thor, and wants to shatter the entire cliff together with this purgatory on earth, the prisoners living in this cell will not be moved.

He seemed to be dead, curled up in the corner of the only tattered and sour-smelling bed in the cell, his chest only heaving slightly.

The prisoner lost consciousness long before the sound of thunder traveled a long distance to the outer wall of the prison. If he was still awake at this time, he would feel the biting cold and struggle to rush to the window in the howling wind.

He would use his remaining strength to grab the iron grid that was about to pierce his palm, and try his best to look out through the narrow gap.

He would seek out the remnants of the storms of old fears now only in memory, and curse—

However, this is only a hypothesis, after all, the real prisoner is no different from the corpse.

Surrounded by hunger, disease, weakness, pain and spiritual despair, with a distorted mentality of revenge, he wished he could die like this.

The prisoner suddenly became aware of death during his long, obliterating slumber.

It was raining heavily outside, and a lot of water splashed through the fence and slapped on the stained floor.

Some were lucky enough to touch the prisoner's body, which was like a stiff stone. He couldn't move, he couldn't even move a finger, and he could only feel the chill slowly spreading to his whole body, blood—and his heart, are all inactive.

……what.

He is going to die.

The sailor Dantès who was framed and imprisoned for unnecessary crimes, the prisoner Dantès who suffered in this hell full of wailing, the poor Edmund Dantès who was abandoned by man and god...

——click.

——click.

——Click...

what sound?

It was also a long time later that the prisoner's sluggish consciousness was vaguely restored, and he could barely distinguish other sounds besides the sound of rain.

The sound was almost covered by the sound of rain, but a miracle appeared immediately, and he actually heard it.

It seemed to come from the window...something was shaking the unrecognizable stone wall.

'Perhaps it was a sea bird that was blown untenable by the wind and waves, and flew here in a panic, trying to seek support against the strong wind. '

Dantès, the dying prisoner, still had time to think.

’ It’s a pity that it came to the wrong place, and it would have been better to fly next door—or to the jailer’s window.The violent wind will break its wings, and I can't take care of myself, I can't help it at all, I can only watch it die.Yes, it's like the end I'm about to have. '

Inexplicably, he felt a tinge of pity for a hypothetical seabird, but he didn't want to push himself up and move to the window to find out.

click click click click...

This persistent voice has not disappeared, and it seems that it is still climbing from the stone wall to the railing of the window.

Dantes even had auditory hallucinations:

"Master, if you don't come and give me a hand, I will be blown off the cliff by the wind again, and climb up again."

"Please don't pretend that you didn't hear me. I'm here, not an illusion you imagined. You can see me when you look up and to the right."

Dantès on the bed: "..."

Power from nowhere poured into the limbs in an instant. After confirming that it was not a hallucination, the weak prisoner suddenly jumped up, like a miserable traveler who was lost in the desert and finally saw the oasis.

His legs and hands trembled involuntarily, partly from weakness and partly from disbelief.

Why do you hear other people's voices?On a steep cliff, outside a window where no one can possibly be!

At that moment, Dantès thought that he had received the mercy of God—now that he had given up.

As a result, because he got up too fast and rushed too fast, his severely overdrawn body couldn't move in time. Before the scrawny man rushed to the window, his knee suddenly hurt and he fell heavily to the ground.

The muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground suddenly rang out in the cell, mixed with the weak moans of the man.

"..."

"Well."

There seemed to be another slightly distressed sigh floating from above.

The click-bang click-bang movement accelerated a lot, and one could imagine a slow-moving object struggling to move, move, move, and after a long time of effort, it finally moved to the right place.

Then, squeeze through the middle of the two iron bars.

"Snapped--"

The weight settles.

Dantès, who was still lying on the ground and unable to get up, hummed again, his eyes were dark.

The "heavy object" stepped on his back and jumped to the ground lightly.

"Master, your physical condition is too bad, it seems that I need to let you recover some physical strength first."

As soon as the words fell, the comatose Dantes felt a warmth coming into his body. This was real, and it could restore the stiff bones to their original warmth.

Dantès lifted his heavy eyelids.

In the dim vision, a shadow loomed in front of his eyes.

Could it be, the messenger of God...

"No, I'm a Heroic Spirit."

said Shadow.

Suddenly there was a flash of thunder in the distance, and with this light, Dantès saw clearly the true face of the black shadow.

he is--

A blue, fluffy... chicken?

Doubt, shock and questioning intermingled, resulting in an unbearable pressure on the currently fragile spirit. Dantès fainted again.

*****

"It's very strange, why did I encounter this unexpected situation twice in a row."

First of all, it is stated that he is a heroic spirit named Ellie, not the most common farmed animal in the human world.

It will become like this, Ellie is also very helpless.

The master who called him after Sakata Gintoki was also not a serious magician who participated in the Holy Grail War, but a dying human being with extremely weak physical functions.

Ellie didn't want to kill his Master, so after realizing that he still couldn't get magical support from the Master, he took immediate emergency measures.

Moving with a smaller body will save a lot of magic power than maintaining a human body, so Ellie chose to change his shape according to the seagull he saw for the first time after coming into the world.

Why do the lively seagulls turn into chubby spherical birds? Anyway, the effect is the same, and some insignificant problems in the details are quite normal.

Heroic Spirit has had many masters, including brightly dressed nobles, ordinary commoners, and the unassuming type like Sakata Gintoki.

However, this was the first time he met a Master in such a bleak situation.

At that time, he stopped by the window in the state of a seagull, thinking about how to save the Master without consuming too much magic power, but unexpectedly a gust of wind blew by, and the blue seagull with short legs and no arms was blown out and fell to the ground. He went down the cliff and fell into the sea with a plop.

The little fat bird—although it is true, but it must not be said in front of Ellie, because he will be unhappy—has flopped for a long time, and finally braved the storm to climb the cliff again and came to the window of a certain cell .

This is great, before the words were finished, the Master fainted.

Ellie was distressed.

He walked around the Master with his short legs (claws less than one centimeter long), carefully picked up the hair that covered the Master's face with his beak, and pinned it behind his ears, revealing a pale face. A horrible face.

"cold……"

The comatose Master was trembling, and kept repeating this monotonous sound in his mouth.

Seagull Airlie said: "I cast a little magic on Master, if nothing else happens, you won't feel cold."

But the Master still said so, and showed pain on his face.

Airlie: "..."

He's really bad at handling situations like this, and at the same time, can't seem to turn a blind eye to it.

"Then, I hold you."

After speaking, he realized that seagulls cannot cover the body of an adult male with their wings, nor can they transmit warmth. He hesitated, and finally returned to his original appearance.

Prisoners who have been in prison for a long time do not have many opportunities to wash themselves, not only the prison clothes, but also the pungent smell from the condensed hair.

Ellie didn't care.

He sat down against the wall and easily picked up the unconscious Master.

It took a lot of effort just to determine a proper posture, Ellie adjusted the position clumsily but with great care, and finally, he took his master into his arms.

——Although this posture is still a bit strange.

The man was taller than him, and he could barely sit on his lap, his weak body pressed sideways after losing strength, and his chin pressed against Ellie's neck.

Ellie raised his hand in time to cover the Master's forehead, lest he hit the cold and hard wall.

After all this tossing, his master finally calmed down and stopped crying.

However, like a dying person grabbing the last straw, unconsciously, he grabbed Ellie's long hair hanging down his back.

It hurt a little, but Ellie straightened up and didn't move.

What followed was the long hours of the second half of the night.

Airlie could see in the dark, and his gaze remained on the ceiling of his cell.

"1..."

"2..."

"3..."

What he recited silently was not just a simple number, but the one he silently scattered with the wind in order to maintain his human form...

magic.