[Comprehensive] Sims can see hell, help!

"Why,--?"

Aphra turned her head in a daze.

Someone suddenly appeared in the flowerbed where she planted the dead flowers.

This is a man who looks young, but the years have already left traces.

The eyebrows are meaningful, and the skin is pale, as if it has not seen the sun for a long time.

The pupils are indigo blue, and the fundus of the eyes is composed of an indistinguishable dark color.

Layers of long-sleeved safari hang down from the buds of the death flower.

—It seems quite appropriate for no reason.

Aphra seemed to see something swaying slightly in the sleeve, but when the man flicked it lightly, it was just an ordinary dress again.

Huh? ? ?

It's the first time you meet a stranger.

Aphra reflexively thought of the things that the gods and friends were telling each other.

First of all, use the identity of a god to sense whether the opponent is a monster, a human, or some other race.

Secondly——

If something goes wrong, call for help! ! !

Aphra: Embarrassing.

But yes.This is how the little friends taught her to protect herself...

Yes, but.

Aphra tilted her head in a daze.

She couldn't sense anything.

The other party is like a dead object, like a shadow, like a transparent illusion, more like a real "person".

There was indeed a bit of lifelessness lingering on the sleeves of that suit, but...

Aphra touched the flowers on the other side of her eyebrows.

Under the protection of Izanami's life, the "life" of the fairy queen who leads nature and the "death" from hell and underworld have become a reciprocating and endless whole in her body.

She loves life and is not afraid of death.

The dead air in a stranger will only make her feel kind.

Maybe, the other party also has similar feelings.

The man asked her in a low voice:

"Who are you? A newborn god."

Afra answered frankly:

"I'm Afra Laidi. Although my name is British, I'm of mixed race after all; but I won't change this name."

——Because this name is the only "inheritance" she has now.

After using a lot of words to explain her name, the little girl felt a little rude and blushed slightly.

"The main hall?! Are you okay?"

Daojian, who was always on guard, heard the voice and hurried over.

"It's okay. Ah, I met—"

Aphra turned her head while talking.

It's like the routine of any light novel about puberty.

Looking back at the moment, there is nothing but death flowers swaying gently in the breeze.

***

The second meeting came unexpectedly.

The little girl was eating the grapes of Gerrard that she had grown, when a stranger who had met with him suddenly appeared in front of her like a shadow, almost choking her down the grapes.

The man who had looked indifferent last time, looked at the little girl's pitiful appearance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"...Are you bullying me?"

Aphra puffed up her cheeks, and her eyes were moist after coughing.

The man smiled.

"What a brat."

***

For the third time, an extra serving of fruit was placed on the table.

"You can eat it."

Aphra keenly noticed the man's gaze, stopped making the elixir, and pushed the plate to the opposite side.

"It's specially reserved for you. Even if it's from Hell, you can still taste it, right?"

She thought about it, and added with reason: "Bianhua also likes to eat..."

The little girl looked at the man's indifferent face, and her voice became smaller and smaller.

"...If you don't like it, you can change it to something else next time."

wronged.

"You're not afraid of me."

The man said coldly.

"Then, what have you done that scares me?"

Afra asked him bluntly.

No one answered.

Aphra was not restless.She is like a fledgling bird that has just begun to grow. After confirming that the external environment is harmless, she rubs her furry head around cutely.

The little girl was doing things while humming a song.

Her voice is clean.

The singing is very casual and changes with the mood.

Dare to express your heart frankly.

—She is braver than most people in this world.

She didn't know when the other party disappeared again.

The cups and saucers were untouched, but a very, very small corner was missing from the plate.

***

"—you should be afraid of me."

As soon as the man Pu appeared, he ordered in such a cold voice.

"?!?!?!Scared me?!!"

Aphra was sitting on a branch picking fruit and almost didn't fall.

The little girl's eyes were wide open, and she stared down at him from the tree, a little angrily:

"Yeah, that's right, you really scared me!"

hum.

Clenched fists like this, very annoyed.

After being stared at like this, it seemed that he was really scared, but the man wanted to laugh a little bit.

So the cold and ruthless resistance accumulated a moment ago melted like snowflakes in the sun.

"You never asked my name."

"That's not the most important thing, is it?"

"With your appearance, are you really a real god?"

"??? This is not my decision??"

"This world is still so boring."

"...This line is a little bit secondary..."

The evil god watched the little god.

Seeing her completely defenseless, busy and flying around, like a little cute bird busy collecting honey.

Why, don't you ask?

Don't be afraid.Do not escape.

don't scream.not far away.

Obviously, I have already felt it.

"I am Yamata no Orochi."

The evil god said suddenly.

"???" Aphra turned her head and looked at the villain who suddenly blew herself up in confusion. After thinking for a while, she tapped the ferocious snake spirit hovering over Heianjing with her finger:

"Can you stop that?"

"No." The evil god was very frank. "That's not me. It's neither my real body nor a shadow I manipulate."

But he continued with a bit of veiled malice:

"It's a monster that Genji has sacrificed for hundreds of years, including witches, stumps, and resentment."

"Although I didn't create it, it also has my power."

"Then, the swordsmen on my side, and others, will finish off the snake spirit. Is it okay?"

Aphra asked, troubled and seeking agreement.

What answered her was the evil god's low laughter that suddenly burst out.

"Haha... Ha, hehe, you are really interesting."

It is neither the so-called right way to show justice and try to seal him in vain, nor the so-called evil way to seek power by hypocrisy and cunning.

What kind of shadow is reflected in your clean eyes?

So Yamata no Orochi told about his past.

Sealed in the gap between yin and yang, sleeping in the gap between life and death.

Being feared, cast aside... flattered, fanatical sacrifice.

After hearing the whole story, the little girl even frowned.

What would you say?

Yamata no Orochi thought maliciously.

If you have mercy, you will be killed by him.

If you are afraid, you will be killed by him.

If you flatter, you will be killed by him.

Aphra complained: "Then, wouldn't it be too boring?"

The evil god was slightly stunned.

"There's nothing to do all day. No wonder you want to come out."

Aphra ignorantly continued to complain, while shivering as if feeling the same.

"Let me think about it... Next time, I invite you to play video games together? I hope the toys in my carry-on list are fully charged."

……

……

"what's wrong?"

The little girl tilted her head and asked.

The evil god didn't answer.

But again, in those mirror-like eyes.

Seeing himself smiling slightly.

***

"----where did you go?"

Everywhere, blood and fire.

Burnt house.

dead body.

unclean resentment.

The traces after the blade slashed.

The evil god floated up slightly.

It was obviously a scene he had been used to for thousands of years, but today, he was subtly unwilling to allow himself to be stained with blood.

Patriarch Genji stood in front of him.

Those eyes still burned with fire and ambition, but were covered with traces of blood.

His sword was cut off, and it was broken in two in embarrassment.

The armor was also damaged, from the left shoulder to the waist and abdomen, and there was a severe split.

But the burning determination on that handsome face remained unmoved.

Yamata no Orochi's gaze swept across him, and landed on the phantom of the snake spirit.

They all knew that the snake spirit was getting weaker and weaker, and this plan could only be said to end in embarrassment.

But Yamata no Orochi was not angry.

——In this boring world, there is a small flower that blooms unintentionally.

The evil god was condescending, he lowered his eyes, and met Minamoto Raimiko's gaze.

He is still gloomy and tired, but unconsciously, he has a little smile on his face:

"Where did I go? It has nothing to do with you."

Yamata no Orochi replied.