Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Shirley unconsciously stroked her right hand with her left hand.

"Don't pay attention to me. I can't hang this portrait at home now. Agnes may have noticed something is wrong."

"You're still calling her Agnes." Margaret said while examining the portrait, "I've said that you should learn to compromise at some point, when you were in school, when you were close to Igor Sullivan That's right, it's the same when you get along with little Annie. You obviously have such good abilities, why do you always make your life a mess?"

Shirley gritted her teeth.

This action made her jaw tense, and she looked full of resistance.

"Because she's not Anne," Shirley said coldly. "No one can bear the title of St. Anne. It won't be Agnes, and it won't be anyone. It's her mother...my sister gave it to her." Why don't I call her 'Agnes' instead of a nickname that doesn't fit at all?"

Margarita raised her head: "Because the Holy See chose her. You will make it difficult for everyone—including yourself."

"Then let's talk about it later."

The orange-haired researcher in a white coat let out a coquettish and disgusted hum from his nose.

"It's up to you. If you have no place to put this painting, I can keep it first."

Shirley stood up, keeping her heels together: "In that case, I'll go first."

"Hey!" Margarita's eyes widened, "What are you doing in such a hurry! Let me see your hands!"

Viscount Joyce tore off the lace glove on his right hand.

The orange-haired researcher standing opposite her was momentarily speechless.

Her right hand is a black-blue mechanical prosthesis, and the high-quality material flows like water waves in the sun.

"You...you..." After a while, Margarita stammered and asked, "Because of Igor? Or because of Wendy?"

"Because of myself." Shirley looked down at her right hand, her expression still indifferent, "I am the head of the Federal Mecha R&D Department, so I shouldn't be ignorant of the things I created."

Margarita gaped.

She knew that Shirley's way of thinking was different, but she didn't know that she could be so ruthless to herself.

"...You were like this back then. They asked you to approach Igor with a purpose, but you became friends with him sincerely, helped him with all your heart, and even got Wendy's admiration—but you also You didn't let any of them go, even if it hurt you." Margarita said suddenly, "That's what I hate about you, Shirley. You can never be a total villain. You let people Hate you, and make people sympathize with you."

Shirley replied: "This is your own problem and has nothing to do with me."

"I just do what I want to do."

Margarita's words made her inevitably think back to the past, to the time when everything had begun and never ended.

**

Azathoth rarely took the initiative to spy on other people's body, he was not interested, and he was too lazy to delve into it.

From this point of view, Mr. Cthulhu is actually quite Buddhist. If it weren't for an emergency, he would rather lie on the bed like a salted fish and play with his tentacles than go out to solve the problem in advance.

So even though Igor didn't take the initiative to explain but put on an attitude of letting him ask, Azathoth could still pretend to turn a blind eye for a long time.Anyway, he can always deal with these troubles, even if the sky falls, he can hold on, so why not let himself live more comfortably?

And the word active is also difficult to define.

Just like now, he walked leisurely on the streets of the federal capital a few years ago, avoiding crowded places and not wearing a hood.

One of the benefits of the dream is if Azathoth can make everyone blind to him.

Tens of meters away, Igor was walking on a busy commercial street. Wendy, who was about 12 years old, grabbed his sleeve and looked around curiously.

Azathoth really didn't come to Igor's dream on purpose.

But what can he do!A favored person's mind is just like his undefended back garden!Sometimes he felt Igor's call inexplicably when he fell asleep, and ran here to have a look-it's not an emergency!

Wendy was chatting with her elder brother like a little sparrow while walking: "Why didn't Sister Shirley come over today? She obviously invited us to the amusement park."

"She's very busy." Igor's expression was very relaxed, and his short gray hair was slightly disheveled, obviously due to neglect during the holidays.He was wearing a simple shirt and jeans. Azathoth had never imagined that his family members could give people the feeling of a freshly graduated college student five years ago—Igor had been on the battlefield for several years at this time. It is so unreasonable, it can make people who go to the front line regardless of age.

"I'm only forced to take a vacation because of this leg, and everyone else is still working. Shirley is very talented in weapon research and development, and the Federation can't let her go."

"Oh." Shirley kicked the pebbles under her feet sullenly, "When will the beating be over? I want to go back to the orphanage."

"The orphanage is at the border. I'm afraid you won't be able to go back in a short time."

"But brother can go back, it's not fair at all!"

The girl was obviously joking, but a haze flashed across Igor's face.

Then he smiled and asked, "Isn't the capital fun? You can still go to school."

"I don't like studying." Wendy said, "Although meeting my friends is very fun, but I have left behind too much knowledge, and it is very difficult to catch up."

They walked away talking and laughing.This scene was so real, Azathoth knew it was because it really happened, it was a past event that Igor kept recalling during the day.

At this time, Azathoth was still sleeping in the ocean at the South Pole of Desolate Star.

The picture changes rapidly. Most of the time it is sunny and sunny. The weather in the federal capital is always good. Only occasionally, lingering rain will be seen outside the window.

This is an old apartment. It is very tidy and full of vitality. Its owner should have lived here for a long time.

Wendy was a little younger again, with a little red heart in her gray hair.

She carefully adjusted the angle of the hairpin in front of the mirror to make her hairstyle look cuter.Then the girl happily walked out of the bedroom and greeted the people in the living room: "Brother Igor! Sister Shirley!"

The two adults who were talking about something seriously shut up for a moment.

Igor smiled and waved, and Shirley looked relaxed and happy (compared to her usual expression).

Wendy walked quickly across from them and sat down.

Azathoth noticed that Shirley looked a little absent-minded. She was talking to Wendy without any connection, but her eyes always fell on Igor's still intact left leg.

"Igor." She said suddenly, "Let's talk about the topic just now. You said that you recently felt that the spiritual contract with the 'Saint Valentine' mecha is not strong?"

"...We can talk later." Igor said gently.

Wendy looked at him and then at Shirley: "You guys want to talk about something serious? Then I'll go back to the house first?"

"No, no need." Shirley said firmly, "You also have the right to listen in on this matter. We are talking about your brother's left leg--I am currently researching a bionic technology, which can significantly improve human combat effectiveness. Although I heard Said Igor, your ability is not a combat type, but if you can have a little more defensive and offensive means, it will be safer on the battlefield."

Wendy asked hesitantly, "What does that have to do with my brother's left leg?"

"We're talking about replacing it with a mechanical prosthetic," Shirley said.

"..."

They seem to have had a big fight.

The scene has become messy.

Azathoth sat bored on the window sill outside the window, and the fine and moist raindrops poured on him, trickling down the gap between his fingers into the small garden downstairs of the apartment.

His tentacles stretched unscrupulously in this dream, as if stretching, and the waterfall or ivy spread along the gray-brown wall.

After a while, Shirley hurriedly left in the rain, and Wendy sat next to Igor with her knees in the room, exactly the same as her action in Igor's dream the day before.

"I'm sorry," she said, "but I shouldn't have gotten mad at Sister Shirley and you."

"I don't understand anything, if you feel it is necessary, then do it."

Wendy sneaked to the warehouse where Igor parked the mecha Saint Valentine alone at night.

The warehouse was just downstairs, and the mech named after the saint was sleeping quietly in it.

The little girl struggled to stand on its huge toes, and wrote on the mech's calf with a charcoal pencil:

"Give it to my mecha pilot, I hope he will be safe and happy forever."

She thought about it, and drew an ugly and cute little flower next to this sentence.

Igor watched this scene from a place where the lights couldn't shine, his expression was dim.

"gentlemen."

he said suddenly.

Azathoth quietly emerged from the shadows.

Igor turned his head and looked at him, as if he was talking to himself: "In retrospect, I was not careful enough in many places."

"I should have realized that despite the support of the chief executive, a young man who quickly climbed from the bottom to the top of power has offended too many forces."

"Although there are many reasons that I don't understand, those bad results are aimed at me."

"Only Wendy... I shouldn't let her get close to Shirley."

"Although there was a quarrel today, Shirley came over to apologize to Wendy afterwards. She said that she felt that as my sister, Wendy should have the right to know."

"I feel the same way, and we all think Shirley's guilt is sincere, she has been sad for unknown reasons."

"...Wendy finds Viscount Joyce, who occasionally has a melancholic temperament, very attractive. She regards her as a big friend, and they talked about everything for a long time."

Speaking of this, Igor took a deep breath of depression, and continued after a while: "Wendy has contacted too few people. Because of me, it is difficult for her to make friends at school."

"She always wanted to go back to the orphanage when she was a child. In fact, she didn't remember much at all. She was too young at that time. And the orphanage was forced to disband in the middle of the war. Wendy just likes familiar places and Man, that makes her feel safe."

This sounds like a normal little Omega girl.

thought Azathoth.

Igor concluded by saying: "It was my fault."

His eyes looked vague under the dim light of the warehouse, and Azathoth was not sure whether he really knew that God was in his dream, or thought he was dreaming of God—after all, under normal circumstances, Igor would not Talk so much.

A soft and dry tentacles rested on Igor's shoulder soothingly.

The young man probably really thought that this was an illusory dream.

He looked at the position of his right shoulder in a daze for a while, and said in a low voice: "If you were here at that time..."

The remaining half of the sentence was swallowed. Igor shook his head and raised a hand to press on the tentacle on his shoulder. In the darkness, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a small quiet and tired smile.