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

In the oppressive silence, he didn't take a few steps forward before stopping.

Although, this place is quite quiet on weekdays, except for the occasional rustling of the wind rubbing against the surface of sharp objects, there is only silence at almost all hours of the day.

Under the toe of the shoe that is standing still, there is something hanging in the air.

Small pieces of unrecognizable debris that lost their support quietly cracked, collapsed from the edge of the ground covered by footsteps, and fell into a black hole that could not be seen at the bottom, like an abyss that could swallow all living life.

Even if those debris hit the ground under the darkness after a long time, no sound could reach the surface.

Probably, even the "life" of sound was swallowed up and dissolved by the darkness.

The white-haired heroic spirit stood here for a long time.

If someone else was here at this moment and saw this handsome young man standing quietly with downcast eyes, he would definitely be uncontrollably surprised.

——Who is he, why does he show such a sad, pitiful, and disgusted expression?

——Who is he grieving for, whom does he pity, and whom does he hate?

He is praying, as can be seen in his movements, his manner, and the emotion expressed in his still countenance.

Gently holding the silver cross hanging on his chest, his eyelids drooped to hide the gloomy expression in his eyes.The pity came from the heart, and it really covered the boy's body with mourning enough to make anyone feel the same.There is no doubt that he is such a saint with great love.

That being the case, the object of "prayer" is also clear.

For these dead people.

Those who are not innocent because of these, but died because of their own evil thoughts and greed, human beings.

"What an amazing shot, Berserker."

The pitiful young man was also lamenting: "Even if I knew beforehand that you are an incomparably terrifying man...but when I witnessed this minion finally revealed with my own eyes, I couldn't help but be shocked."

The huge deep hole in front of him and under his feet did not exist 10 minutes ago.

This place was originally one of the corners of the vast sea of ​​garbage, so it didn't seem very conspicuous.Just because the sea of ​​flowers spreading unscrupulously from a certain center is approaching, all the garbage mountains in front of it are swallowed up, and this place becomes the border with the sea of ​​golden flowers.

However, this was also the "before" situation.

As far as today is concerned, the original "frontier" no longer exists, and the black hole that his sight fell on has wiped out all the traces and proofs of its past existence.

"—I can't stop it."

The berserk heroic spirit, who had returned to its original appearance due to its abundance of magic power, was surrounded by scarlet and turbid black mist. It didn't say anything except for the two announcements that contained only murderous intent.

He is the incarnation of cruelty and rage, he cut off all the vines of the magic flower that blocked the way forward, as if the magic power with a strong bloody smell gathered at that moment.

Infused with this endless shadow, the magic spear is thrown, and where the blade finally falls, no one and nothing can remain.

From the moment they are defined as "enemies", the end of destruction is laid.If the boy who was his companion stopped him at that time, there is no doubt that the magic spear would be pointed at him without the slightest hesitation.

"—I cannot redeem."

There is no redemption for these pathetic humans who have gathered here to fulfill their selfish desires.Even the patheticness hidden deep in Berserker's cumbersome body, which he had noticed at the beginning, can be felt, but still cannot be redeemed.

He was genuinely sad.

"No matter what era, what background, or another world, the essence of such a special and ordinary existence as human beings will not change in any way."

What happened here, the master didn't know, only he and Berserker left after picking up the magic gun.

It has been seen that Berserker doesn't care about any trivial matters other than defeating the enemy, so he is the only one who knows everything in the end.

In the end, he was the only one who stopped by the black hole.

The news that "a strange sea of ​​flowers appeared in Meteor Street" has already spread.

Although the current spread is not wide, but the group where "Elysee" is always looking for, obviously got the news.

There are only so many people here today.

"Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and after that... how many people will there be?"

Difficult to estimate.

Even, what made him feel sad was another existence.

—that was himself.

The solemn-looking young man lowered his eyes and said nothing, his face still sad.

Who would have imagined that at the moment when the magic gun was thrown, an extremely obscure color flashed through his involuntarily shrunken pupils, as if he had realized that the lost memory had returned, and he was having complex emotional entanglements deep in his heart.

"Why do I feel joy? Obviously life is passing away before my eyes. It's not because I witnessed death, of course not, then, I actually..."

It turned out that at the moment when the memory was restored, the "question" that had confused him and caused him to have a nightmare was completely answered.

Are all human beings worthy of his redemption?For example, the greedy people driven by selfish desires who disappeared before their eyes, they tried to step their dirty steps into the Garden of Eden, which is isolated from the world——

At that moment, he heard the answer from God.

"Ah, feeling relieved again."

After a long time, the young man who finished this devout prayer raised his head as usual, and regained his calm and safe expression.

Before leaving, he offered the deceased the farewell flowers he had brought.

After being cut off by the wild beast, the flower stem that lost its color instantly turned into a completely dull black, and the petals also withered immediately, and what was held in the palm of the hand was this withered flower of death.

On the edge of the abyss, the white-haired boy raised his hand, and the black flower stem bloomed again as if reborn on the way of falling into the depths of the black hole—shattered, scattered into ashes invisible to the naked eye, and precipitated with the air.

"Well, time has been lost long enough."

After completing the last task, a gentle and tolerant smile appeared on the lips of the adjudicator that only a "saint" could take on.

"I want to go back to the master quickly." He turned around in relief, facing the barren depths where only black ash was left everywhere.

"Goodbye then."

Just now, behind him.

Now, in front of him.

There is what he has always believed, where the meager goodwill of human beings still exists.

*****

Amakusa didn't return to the cabin until night, it was too late.

However, after opening the door, what he faced was not the master's questioning—of course, Airlie would not question him in such a blunt manner—nor any form of inquiry about his whereabouts.

He seemed to be very calm at all times, when he saw the indoor scene at a glance, he was stunned for a moment, showing a little of the lively look that should belong to the age category of "boy".

"Well, master, may I ask... during my absence, did something strange happen at home?"

In fact, this sentence does not need to be asked at all.

Because, with his wisdom, coupled with the observation and analysis of the existing ruins that have not been cleaned up, it is enough to completely replay the accident not long ago in his mind.

The "remains" are distributed in several locations.

First, the crumbling top of the door frame was missing a hole.

Second, break through the ceiling of the amazingly large hole.

In the end, just below the big hole revealed in the ceiling, the living room was in a mess.

In addition, there were many deep and long scratches on the floor, as if some large barbed man had rammed straight into the door and knocked a gap in the door frame.

Then he plodded upstairs, scratched the stairs, and smashed through the flimsy wooden ceiling with too much force as he entered the bedroom.As it fell from above, it smashed right through the floor—along with an innocent couch that was perfectly placed there.

"I'm sorry, Ruler, you usually sleep..."

That's right, it was the sofa that Amakusa used to rest at night that was destroyed.

"Master, you don't need to apologize to me. After seeing this scene, I have already guessed something." Naturally, Amakusa didn't mind, but he still didn't look away.

Staring at the two heroic spirits standing among the mixed wreckage of sofas and wooden boards, he paused, and slowly asked the next question:

"only--"

"Master, what are you and Berserker doing now?"

Airlie: "Ah, I'm trying to figure out how to fix the ceiling."

The answer is so light and light, but the actual scene has a somewhat horrifying sense of déjà vu.

The blue-haired Heroic Spirit had a serious face and extremely focused eyes, with the words "full concentration" written all over his body.

He tried his best to stretch his arms, trying to reach the huge hole on the top of his head, but no matter how much he stretched upwards, the slightly trembling fingertips couldn't reach the edge of the hole——

Arms too short?

No, Airlie would have immediately contradicted that.Although he is not tall, his body proportions are absolutely perfect.

Then...the man underneath who acts as a support platform is too short?

This is even more impossible.

Airlie was placed on the right shoulder by an exceptionally tall man.

In front of the man, the heroic spirit who was about 1.7 meters tall was actually thinner and petite by contrast.Put it on the shoulder, even if you don't hold it with your hands, it won't slip off at all.

But there was still a wide palm with long and narrow spikes slightly raised and pressed on the back of his waist.

While the slender heroic spirit raised his arms, the unfettered long blue hair naturally swayed with the shaking of the body, rubbing against the sharp black claws non-stop and hastily.

From the beginning to the end, even though the annoying hair tip kept scratching his hand, and had a tendency to shake and harass his ears, the man remained expressionless.

At most, when the wobbling Heroic Spirit was almost shaken off by himself, he grinned his sharp canine teeth very inconspicuously, and gave him another hand with a gloomy expression.

Then, the only reason why your fingertips can't touch the ceiling is...

Amakusa: "..."

"I'm sorry." It turned out that he should be the one who should apologize, Amakusa thought, "I didn't consider everything when building this house. The height of the ceiling...well, it should be designed more reasonably."

Ellie's fingers that still couldn't touch the ceiling were slightly stiff, and after a long while, he silently took his hand back: "Ruler's design is already very good, as expected, it's me..."

Seeing that these two people were about to start their daily routine of courteous politeness and taking responsibility for each other, the man who was silent like a cold statue, his impatience, which was already approaching the critical point, completely went out of bounds.

He and his shrunken self are like two completely different extremes, and the difference is not only in body shape.

"Don't push yourself too hard, get down for me."

The man's complexion should have been transformed due to the influence of being distorted by magic power, and now there are more red lines that add a cold and dangerous atmosphere to his face.

There are also the black bones covering the body, the magic gun held tightly in his hand, and even the essence of the soul, which are actually distorted and alienated products.

Of course, his first impression is that he is dangerous, manic, and unreasonable--at first glance, he doesn't seem to have a patient and careful character.

Ellie only felt a slight pain in the back of his waist, and then his body suddenly became lighter.

He actually flew up—in the way of being thrown aside casually by the man, the surprised expression still remained on his face, it seemed that the next moment, he was about to hit the floor where the litter was still scattered.

"!"

Amakusa didn't expect Berserker to come out so suddenly, but although he was stunned for a moment, his reaction was also very fast, and he took steps almost subconsciously, and his figure swept forward.

His prediction was very accurate, and he arrived at the most suitable place in just a few steps.

The white-haired boy opened his arms in time, and in the next second, he firmly caught the master who was not much taller than him even though he was much older.

"what--"

Ellie's exclamation just caught in his throat.

It was as if someone pushed hard behind him. Under the forceful force of the impact, Ruler just hugged his waist, and he couldn't help shaking a few times, and unexpectedly hugged Ruler's neck.

Calculated accurately, the boy is one centimeter shorter than him.

However, such unexpected hugs did not make the not-so-strong boy fall down while holding him.Probably because Ellie was too thin, not only Berserker could easily carry him on his shoulders, but even Ruler could lift him up.

"Thank you, Ruler, did it hurt you?"

After Ellie came back to his senses, his first reaction was to care about Ruler.Unexpectedly, it was the first time he saw Ruler's face at such a close distance, and there was a flash of trance on the handsome face of the young man.

It's over, and sure enough, something went wrong.

It never occurred to him to analyze in depth what the strange light reflected from Ruler's pair of amber eyes was, as if for a moment he forgot to blame Berserker as the culprit.

"Sorry for scaring you..."

He was about to continue expressing his apology—the most important thing was to let Ruler, who was in a daze for some reason, put himself down first.However, Ellie just opened his eyes, and the strangeness in Ruler's eyes disappeared, as if it had never appeared before, leaving only the purity like a clear sky.

"No, master, I wasn't scared, so I caught you."

Immediately, Amakusa's soft voice sounded, although there was inevitably a little bit of embarrassment in the subsequent voice: "It should be said that I didn't pay attention, it was unnecessary..."

Under their feet was the remains of the former Ruler's exclusive sofa.

Although a hole was opened in the middle, and a lot of sponges hidden under the skin crowded out, but the general shape was still there.

Berserker seemed to throw it casually, even if Ruler hadn't stepped up to catch it, Airlie would have slammed it firmly on the soft sponge pad.

"Really? Well, I still want to thank you."

As Ellie spoke, his gaze inadvertently fell on the white hair behind the boy's ears.Something black stuck to his hair, which stood out against the contrasting color.

Because of this discovery, he paused for a while, and reached out to take off the black thing. During the process, his fingers inevitably touched the boy's ear porch.

I took the removed dirt to my eyes and looked at it. It turned out to be a small shriveled leaf that withered and turned black...it should be a leaf, right?That's right, the two of them went to clean up the weeds.

Thinking of this, Ellie just wanted to say:

"Ruler, Berserker too, thank you for your hard work today."

Maybe he himself has never noticed it, and only those who are really facing him can have the most real feelings.

When he communicates with others no matter who they are, his blue eyes are crystal clear, and there is also the broadness and clarity of the sky.

There is never a clearer occasion for the sincerity of the man whom such eyes, such gazes are to look at, to feel his sincerity more clearly.

The words poured out from the pale lips will not be half false, because they are all the true thoughts in his heart.If what came out of his mouth were not only thanks and apologies, but encouragement and praise... the feeling in his heart at that time would be another feeling.

——It just so happened that the young Heroic Spirit was being watched by such innocent eyes at this moment, and was also thanked by such a sincere voice.

The heart that had just "resuscitated", the heart that had just made a sudden decision, seemed to tremble a little strangely all of a sudden.

"It is the greatest consolation for me that the master tolerated my mistake of returning home late. Afterwards, please let me report the situation to you truthfully..."

The ten fingers that had tightly wrapped around the master's waist in order to fix his body before, loosened as the words settled down, without any extra nostalgia.

Amakusa placed his master on the side of the sofa that was relatively intact, his bent body hadn't straightened up yet, and his hands hadn't completely left the heroic spirit's body.

At this time, he heard his master say: "Okay, Ruler is really reliable, thank you very much."

He smiles at it.

Next, Amakusa took the initiative to take over the work of repairing the house, first tidying up the living room with sawdust and ashes floating everywhere.

And the first step he chose was the ceiling that Ellie was struggling with when he pushed the door and came in.

Under the watchful eyes of the master, who clearly knows Caster's magic but has very little magic, the boy with extraordinary ability used magic to restore the big hole to its original state very easily.

However, the step of drawing a gourd to reinstall the chandelier that fell along with the wooden boards to the ceiling was unexpectedly omitted.

Because someone does it for you.

Before Amakusa made his move, the man who could finally be referred to by the name "Cuchulin" didn't look at him at all.

The long gun picked up the hook that the chandelier needs to be fixed in the center of the ceiling, only a muffled "bang" was heard, and a wave of dust fell from the ceiling.Afterwards, the tip of the gun moved away, and the table lamp, which seemed to have been hit by a violent storm, hung extremely stably, still shaking with crackling excitement.

After installing the lights, Cu Chulainn walked to an empty corner of the living room with his gun in hand.Sitting down against the wall, he closed his eyes indifferently, and there was no other movement.

Amakusa: "..."

Well, he went on to fix the house.

After a while, except for the sofa that Ellie was on, the wooden house was restored to its pre-destroyed appearance, new and bright.

Since it was getting late, Amakusa wanted to take Ellie upstairs to rest in the bedroom.But Ellie, who was lying on the broken sofa, held his chin, but seemed to think of something all of a sudden, and immediately announced:

"I'll lay the floor here tonight."

Amakusa: "...Huh?"

"Because you are all on the first floor, I will also stay and accompany you."

Airlie's idea is as simple as that.

He looked at the white-haired boy who was slightly startled again, then raised his head, and looked at the man who was about to blend himself into the shadows. For some reason, a trace of sadness slipped through his heart inexplicably—but why was it sad?He didn't understand again.

"The changes that have taken place today are really great." After hesitating for a while, he said slowly.

"Berserker?"

"Well, it's really like what he said before... Well, he can easily pick me up and put me on the bed on the second floor."

"Yes."

"Ruler, I feel a little changed."

The corners of Amakusa's raised mouth moved down very imperceptibly: "Ah, me?"

"I don't know if it's an illusion, Ruler, you seem to be in a good mood?"

What I didn't finish is not just my mood.It seemed that during such a short period of separation and reunion, this young man had discovered an unexpected surprise. When he came back, the temperament around him had undergone subtle changes that he could not explain.

If I had to be more specific, it would be like...

Oh, "closer".

A picture of what happened not long ago emerged in Ellie's mind.

The smiling face of the young man who was close at hand seemed to have quietly removed the original transparent film.Although it is not so obvious, there is this revelation in the dark.

There was indeed a change in Ruler's attitude hidden under his smile.

"Haha, there are indeed some, because when I went out in the afternoon, I found a flower bud that I really wanted to see it fully bloom. I am very curious and want to see its real appearance after blooming, so I can't help but look forward to it."

"What flower does Ruler like?"

"I can't see it yet. But when it's in full bloom, the master will be able to see it."

"That's it."

"Since we are going to stay on the first floor... Please wait a moment, I will take off the mattress and quilt right away."

"Okay—by the way, Ruler, please take the vase I put beside the bed with you."

Wait for the boy to leave temporarily and come back after a while.

What he held in his hands was not only a mattress and quilt, but also an extra vase.

"This is... the rose that the guest who didn't leave his name and address ordered the day before yesterday?" Amakusa asked.

Airlie said: "Yes, I picked it off in advance and put it in a vase. It will be sent in a while, but I want to send him another card to thank him for his support these days."

The way Elysee sends flowers is in the final analysis magic, even if there is no name and address, the flowers can be delivered to the person who placed the order.

Among the guests that Ellie had recorded, even the Heroic Spirits could hardly remember all of them, this guest left the deepest impression on him.

Although he is not an active customer who orders flowers every day, the types of flowers change every day. As long as it is the turn of roses, he will place an order before anyone else.

Later, the quantity limit was increased, and the two hundred bouquets of roses could not be photographed in one go, so the guest had to photograph one bouquet at a time.

The recipient's name is still not the real name, but it is not always fixed "You who have the scent of roses on your fingertips".

can also be--

"The beauty who stole my heart."

"You are as sweet as wine."

Every day, the short sentences left there are different.

If you connect them with a little care, it becomes a love poem.

Airlie naturally spotted this detail.

The message I received the day before yesterday was, "Longing to taste the sweetness imprinted on you when you were kissed by flower petals."

It's so well written.

Even he can feel the incomparable love from it, like a lingering narration, towards the lover of "his" who doesn't know who it is.

He wrote a reply message on a blank card with a pen, almost for the first time—as a stranger who happened to see this confession of love and couldn't help being touched.

……

The clock struck for the dawn of the morning.

The pre-ordered and packaged flowers quietly disappeared to their future owners.

In a place quite far away, so far away that the overlapping fingertips after raising the hand still can't reach it.

The man who worked late at night saw the bouquet of roses that suddenly appeared next to the computer, but first took out the extra card that the owner of the florist had written out of curiosity and gratitude.

[It's really well written. 】

So wrote those he deeply missed.

[However, why don't you tell the person you love yourself? 】

Most of them are still puzzled, why would such a love that is so affectionate enough to burst out of the chest be written on a virtual order that only strangers can see, instead of telling it in person.

"........."

The man's sight became far away unknowingly, and the man who didn't become clear until a long time later suddenly raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

His right hand was clenched into a fist to cover his mouth, as if to cover up the involuntary laughter.

"I can't hear it... But, you can see it."

After finishing his expression, he picked up the bouquet of roses again.

The rose petals were lightly attached to the lips, and the man closed his eyes.

How I want to know if the beauty that this flower possesses has the honor of attracting your attention.

And can it attract you, as you have attracted me, let your lips fall among these beautiful flowers?

If the answer is yes, then this is what I am eager to taste, "the sweetness imprinted when you are kissed by flower petals".