[Comprehensive] gift to you

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Otoha looked at Mary who was knocked out, and for some reason had a feeling of "as expected".

He picked up Mary's yellow rose.

——It’s a fake flower.

Garry didn't go with him in the end, so he could only let Garry explore by himself, and then sit by the bookshelf to find some books to read.

And the man finally found an introduction to the art museum——

Inside there is an illustration of a blonde girl.

Mary, is a painting.

Knowing this, Garry hastily flipped on a switch for unknown purpose, and rushed into the corridor.

When Otoyu hastily flipped through another book and walked into the corridor——

All I saw was the yellow-haired girl lying on the ground, and the yellow rose whose petals were still scattered miserably on the ground.

—— Shimono was not knocked out.

Thinking so, he lifted Mary up and shook her gently: "Are you okay?"

The yellow-haired girl slowly opened her eyes, stared blankly at Otoyu for a few seconds, then, as if she had suffered a great grievance, she hugged the boy who was a few years younger than her tightly, crying loudly regardless of her image stand up.

"If you didn't do that, I don't mind crying like that." Otoha sighed, raised his hand and patted Mary's back.

"Do you hate me?"

Mary hugged Otoha a little harder.

"No, no." The boy replied, "After all, I stopped it before causing casualties."

Now Mary is at fault, but it cannot be said that Garry's handling is correct.

Otoha doesn't really like Mary's behavior of "competing for favor", but it's not enough to say that he hates it enough to want to deny Mary.

"Really?" The girl's voice was softly crying, and it sounded pitiful, "Do you really not hate me?"

Otoha coaxed Mary softly, his voice gentle and peaceful.

After coaxing for a few minutes, Mary finally calmed down and let go of Otoha with red eyes.

"I know where they're going," she said, a little nasally, "shall we go find them?"

Otoha nodded.

Thus, with Mary, the "daughter of the painting world", Otoha arrived at "the destination that others are destined to reach" without hindrance.

He saw "Mary".

A painting that has enjoyed numerous praises among critics.

"I thought it would turn white here." He reached out to touch the painting, only touching the cold glass.

"I'm different from my older sisters." Mary also had no scruples, and carelessly pulled Otoha to introduce her "birthplace".

The "sisters" in her mouth are the girls in all kinds of clothes who are obsessed with "flower petal divination" and rush to anyone they see along the way.

She is the little princess who paints the world.

"I wanted to see Dad! But Dad never came over..." Mary's voice dropped, "So I wondered if Dad was out there—so, it's enough for me to go out into the world."

Her blue eyes were surprisingly bright: "I want to see Dad."

Otoha understands that the "father" in Mary's mouth is her creator, and keeps silent on the matter of "Mary meeting the creator".

——In the introduction collection, it is clearly written:

"Mary was Guertena's last effort"

After Mary finished her business, she stood up and patted her skirt reservedly.

"They're so slow."

She complained, showing a big smile, and greeted the three who pushed the door.

"ib, Garry, go to the wild - long time no see!"

"Mary?" ib tilted his head, and his eyes moved to the painting placed in an extremely conspicuous position.

Garry tightly held the hands of the two children, not daring to relax for a second.

Shimono was still confused about the situation, and looked at Otoha as if asking for help.

Otoyu sighed and opened his arms: "Xiaye, come here."

He reckoned that Mary was about to lose her temper. For such a personal matter, he just had to stand by and stop it when it went too far.

Shimono naturally broke free from Garry's hand without hesitation, and threw himself into Otoha's arms.

Mary didn't stop him, and Otoha held Shimono in Garry's sad eyes and stood there, with a clear "neutral attitude".

"Otoyu?" ib asked in confusion, she was a little confused about the current situation.

Although Mary was painting, she was indeed helping ib go home. Although ib was confused by Garry's aggressive reaction, he still understood - after all, people are always afraid of the unknown.

At that time, she also hesitated because of this emotion. As a result, she lost the opportunity to say "Let's explain it well", and left the unconscious Mary.

So for Mary standing in front of him now, ib has expected it.

But Otoha and Shimono's position, ib didn't understand for a while.

Either on her side or on Mary's side...

——Why did you choose to watch?

Otoha watched Mary arguing with ib, watched the girl with yellow hair throw a tantrum and easily create a huge crack.

——The glass protecting the painting shattered.

Otoha watched the farce, and amidst Mary's screams of collapse, he raised his hand and easily moved the painting into his hand.

He looked at Mary's tear-stained face and sighed.

"Okay, let them go back."

The flame of the lighter was easily extinguished by the warm wind.

Garry stared blankly at the calm boy.

Shimono nestled in Otoha's arms, turning a blind eye to the latter's miraculous power, and his An Xin's trusting eyes stung Garry inexplicably.

He didn't know what his panic was, so he could only look away in embarrassment.

Otoyu untied the knotted sleeves around his neck, handed it to Shimono, and whispered a few words.

So Shimono hugged the clothes, ran to Garry, and returned the wrinkled coat.

"Thank you." Otoyu smiled and waved his hand, "I can go out after walking a little longer, come on."

"Is Otoyu not going out?" ib asked.

"I don't need it." Otoyu smiled and shook his head.

——His world is not "the world outside the museum".

Mary: "..."

She said, "Do you want to accompany me?"

The boy turned his head and looked over.

"Yes and no," he said, "Mary, if you want me to be with you forever—don't admit that I'm your friend."

——If he admits it, he will go back.

Otoha said without hesitation his condition for going back.

Shimono raised his head and glanced at Otoha, and then nestled in the latter's arms with peace of mind.

Brother Otowa is always right.

no problem.

Otoha switched to Charizard Mode and spread out his red dragon wings.

He smiled and turned his head to look at ib: "Are you afraid?"

ib shook his head.

At the end of the day, neither Mary nor Otoha hurt her - the huge crack avoided her when Mary lost her temper.

So, she is not afraid.

"So it's because of this." She rolled her eyes, "I thought I was injured, and I was going to secretly ask Shimono to put roses in a vase."

Garry looked at the boy who showed "abnormality".

The curly black hair looks extremely soft, and the face with a bit of baby fat looks even softer, without any aggressiveness.

Even the weird animal eyes, because of their young age, only looked cute, not scary at all.

The very powerful red dragon wings can almost cover most of the boy's body, protecting the boy domineeringly.

ib naturally accepted the setting of "Otoha may also be a painting", and pulled Garry to go on.

Garry, who hadn't spoken to the boy since Otoha showed his dragon wings, turned his head at the end.

"sorry."

He seemed to have figured something out, and finally spoke. He stretched his always melancholy eyebrows, and apologized solemnly.

"It's ok."

Otoyu also answered very naturally, his brows and eyes crooked with a smile: "Bon voyage."

The author has something to say: ok, this world is about to end (I can see from the activity of your comments that you are not interested in this world x)

I don't know if you guys have got the interesting points of the plot (...)

Otoha actually dislikes Mary's way of playing childish temper, arbitrarily deciding the life and death of others in order to get ib's attention.

But when he really saw Mary lying on the ground and hugging Mary who was crying, his heart softened unavoidably.

So he didn't intervene in the back, watched the three confront each other, but saved Mary before she was burned (killed), and sent the two out of the art gallery.

This approach cannot be said to be perfect, but Otoha felt that it was enough.