Chaos God

The so-called toy of the gods is to blind your eyes, tell you that the whispers I whisper in your ears are the truth, block your ears, tell you that what you touch with your hands is the truth, bind your body, and tell you, Now... what gives you pain and makes you numb, is the truth.

You have a beautiful enough, noble name, a gift of the gods, a toy of the gods.

pandora.

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White pigeons fluttered over the top of the church bell tower, "Oh, is that so? He's not there?" A young man carrying a large box wrapped in cloth strips stood at the door of a small and dilapidated orphanage and a man who seemed to be in love The older nun spoke, "I'm sorry, when will he be back?"

"This... I'm afraid it won't be until evening or evening." The nun crossed her fingers together and placed them on her abdomen.

"That's it." The young man frowned, looking a little embarrassed, "Forget it, I'll go find him myself." His figure seemed to be a little smaller than that of ordinary young people of this age, and he also looked He seemed a little stunted, a few years younger than his actual age.

Atalanta wiped the sweat off her face, and let out a long breath, because women can't wear pants at this time, so she simply changed into men's clothing and went into battle without wearing a mask—in fact, she doesn't care if she wears a mask or not, no Why do you take the rules seriously? As long as the mask doesn't get knocked off, it's fine. Anyway, Aaron is just a kid, so it doesn't matter if you show him, right?

When she came to the church, she happened to see a young man with beautiful blond hair and artistic youth climbing on the ladder to paint. The content was that the Virgin Mary embraced her and dedicated it to the world. The priest, who was still relatively young, stood beside him and watched him paint.

Atalanta didn't disturb Aaron's concentrating on painting, but just stood at the door of the church and watched him from afar. The young man wiped off the sweat from his face from time to time, and stared intently at the world of gods unfolding under his pen.

"You are here to find Aaron." The young priest walked to Atalanta's side, holding a Bible in his hand. It looked very old, but it was well maintained. "Sorry, he is now There's nothing free, but just wait."

"Oh, so I'm outside..."

"It doesn't matter, you can wait here." The priest smiled and motioned Atalanta to find a place to sit down first. The latter shook his head, "No, I'll come back to him later." Carrying the box and leaving the only church in this small town, for some reason, that priest always gave her a very strange feeling, as if... seemed to be similar to someone.

But she couldn't tell exactly where the similarities are. She felt strange from the first time she stepped into this small town. There seemed to be some strange feeling haunting her, but she couldn't perceive it specifically. , as if once she stepped into this field, no matter how much she burned the small universe, no one would notice.

This is definitely not Hades' enchantment. In fact, she can feel that there is a guardian force not inferior to the Athena enchantment in the sanctuary above this town, but that power is obviously much stronger. What surprised her the most Yes, this small universe does not have any violent or killing atmosphere at all - neither Hades nor the magic star will have such a gentle small universe. This force is purely guarding this small town, as if waiting for something, and As if accomplishing something.

She lowered her head, the sky was already a bit gray, and there was a drizzle falling from the dark clouds that gathered in the sky to the ground, wet her hair—let's find a place to shelter from the rain first, thinking like this, She put her hand in front of her forehead and ran, and on this wet and drizzle day, she passed by a girl with black hair and a long black dress. Atalanta looked back subconsciously, but found that she had There was no trace of the girl.

what happened?She frowned.That girl just now...

After finally waiting in the tavern until the rain stopped, and guessing that Aaron should finish painting, Atalanta got up and went back to the church, and then she saw Aaron staring at the oil painting he had painted. The Virgin Mary in the painting is kind and gentle , but... "I always feel that something is missing." The little boy said.

"Less sadness." Atalanta walked to his side, turned his head to look at this young man whom Sasha and Tianma mentioned countless times, but it was the first time he met him. Aaron turned his face, Atalanta Lante couldn't help being stunned for a moment. When she saw the child's eyes as clear as the purest blue crystal, she couldn't help but sigh how beautiful the child really has.

Eyes are the windows of the human soul, and no matter how much a person hides, he cannot change the look in his eyes—maybe it is true, as Sasha and Tianma said, this child is a kind and pure boy.

"Sad?" the boy muttered to himself.

"What the Holy Mother wants to sacrifice is her own flesh and blood. Why doesn't she feel sad? That's her child. Even the good-tempered Jesus would do something to the merchants who set up stalls in his father's temple. Blame and get angry." Atalanta smiled and reached out to rub Aaron's head, "You are Aaron, right?"

"Uh, sir, are you..."

"I'm here to say hello to you on behalf of your two old friends." Atalanta blinked, showing a "you understand" smile.

"Pegasus! Sasha!" Aaron held his painting tools with a surprised and happy expression, "Are they okay?" For a moment Atalanta was almost shocked by the child's heartfelt laughter, It wasn't just the joy of hearing the news of the old man, she felt that it was almost like a drowning man seeing a straw within reach.

"They're fine. How about you? They're worried about you, so I'll take a look."

The boy hesitated for a moment, then showed a seemingly strong smile: "I'm fine."

He looks really good, as if he has nothing to do with all the suffering and dirty things in this world, as if there is nothing in this world that can pollute his pure heart, just like, he Really good same.

...Because, you can't let Sasha and Tenma worry about your own affairs.

As long as you keep telling yourself that everything is fine and that everything is just a dream, everything will really be fine.

That's it.

"Sir, Tenma... when will he become a saint?" He asked, with trust and hope for his friend's promise, looking at the messenger from the sanctuary—as long as Tenma returns, everything will be fine. He comforted himself like this, whether it was his own business or something else.

"Well, come on, you have to trust him." Is there something this child is hiding from himself?Atalanta frowned, "Are you really okay?"

"what?"

"Looks very tired."

"It's just... tired from work."

"Do you want to go back to the sanctuary with me? If you don't want to become a saint, you can live in Roderio village." Atalanta suddenly proposed.

"...No." Aaron reached out and subconsciously clenched the necklace hidden in his clothes, showing a smile, "If even I leave, everyone in the orphanage will really be hungry."

I don't want to go to the sanctuary, I can't go to the sanctuary, why?Why not?I... He suddenly felt that something was wrong with him.

"That's it." Atalanta sighed, this child is too brave, "I will come again if I have a chance."

"No need!" Aaron replied almost subconsciously, and then he was stunned by what he blurted out, what's going on, what are you talking about?He smiled awkwardly, and said, "You are also a saint, you must be very busy, and I would be embarrassed to bother you all the time."

This child... is really very brave. In the end, Atalanta left all the burdens on her body to the orphanage and returned to the sanctuary with a full belly of doubts——If you have a chance, let's take a look again. Feel something is wrong.

Her shadow was drawn long by the setting sun, and she didn't notice the sudden appearance of a pair of feet stepping on her shadow, "This idiot." Said in a tone almost complaining, "Don't do nothing and always do things that exceed my expectations Things, if Hades and Athena can't fight, I will be very troubled."

She raised her hand, and there was a cluster of flames jumping in her palm, and she took a closer look in the flames, and found a girl wearing a golden lion mask sleeping, "This fusion period is too long." She seems to be unable to get interesting toys She complained like her own child, "Tinder and fire, fate and fate, the earth is spinning around, poof," she laughed, "Humans are so cute."

Just like the girl named Pandora, she is so cute that it makes people happy.

The author has something to say: Entering the exam week, I will take half a month off here and enter the exam review state. I hope everyone understands

The most pitiful thing about Pandora is that all the meaning of her existence is artificially fixed on Hades and Hades. Hades is the only reason for her existence when she loses everything. Without this reason, she can't even exist. Meaning, the final support is gone, this is almost scarier than death for human beings who need the approval of others and must have spiritual support, so this girl is a Stockholm syndrome ==