[Exorcist Boy] The whole world thinks I'm a cannon fodder

My name is Cecilia Marian.

As you can see, he is a working exorcist who eats and waits to die—I mean, destroys demons and saves mankind.

Today is the 1096th day of my becoming an exorcist. To follow the normal course, I am either eating, sleeping, and fighting demons, or I am running back and forth between the headquarters of the order and the location of the mission, but the key is that I am not. This has directly led to the fact that at this moment, I am facing a severe test that has nothing to do with the daily righteousness of mankind, saving the world, and nothing else.

That's right, my flowers—you, double, 叒, 叕 were returned.

... Well, I really don't want to say that I didn't send it out at all this time.

I lowered my head and glanced calmly at my hand, which seemed to be a little awkward in the submission posture, and the large bouquet of roses carefully wrapped in waterproof paper in my hand, which was bright and dripping.

He raised his head again and looked at the person in front of him who he sent flowers to.

"Well, you—are you really going to stop thinking about it?"

"Even if you say so..."

"Wait!" I was quick-witted, and took the first step to bluff him, "You let me think about how to fool - how to give you an analysis... For everything, you can't just look at the surface, you have to see it through the phenomenon Essence. For example, this flower, not to mention anything else, just from the color, you know that it must be a perfect match with your hair. If you wear this flower, you don’t have to worry about turning heads when you walk on the street. Everyone will see it you."

...what the hell am I talking about?

"However, it's just because the colors are the same that you can't see it when you wear it—no, what and what. The key is what kind of flowers I, a big man, wear on my head."

"Then...you can put it on your ear?"

"No, no matter how you look at it, this is not the problem..."

The rabbi sighed very subtly, and I noticed sharply that he took a step back and distanced himself from me.

The implications of this are obvious.

"The problem is, how should I put it... By the way, Sisi, you may not know it, but I'm actually allergic to pollen. I get a rash all over my body when I smell it. It's very serious, especially—" He pretended to be indifferent I glanced at the flowers I was holding, "Especially for roses."

Then how did you get out of the emergency room after Komuyi instructed you to move dozens of pots of roses last night?

With all due respect, I think your allergy seems a bit aimed at me.

"So Sisi, don't send flowers over from now on."

This is not targeted at all, this is a direct KO.

No way, I had no choice but to withdraw my hand slowly——

"—Huh? Sisi? Rabbi? What are you doing here?"

However, when I was thinking about how to retreat strategically to maintain the current harmonious and friendly atmosphere and facilitate long-term interaction, a familiar voice suddenly came.

I turned my head, and saw Li Nali, who was wearing a dark cloak over her regimental uniform, just passing the corner, walking towards us suspiciously.

He looked dusty and dusty, with a suitcase in his hand, he should have just returned from a mission.

"It smells so good, did Sisi buy it in the city?"

When she got close, she even leaned over and smelled the flowers in my hand.

If it weren't for Li Nali's really puzzled face, I would have thought that she came here specially to step down the steps for me—of course, she also stepped down the steps for the rabbi.

"Ah——not good! I almost forgot the business." Rabbi slapped his head, "Just now Komuy said that the old man Panda and I should go to the command room to find him. Maybe there is another mission. Then I will go first." Lah, see you later!"

While talking, he waved to us, smiled quite naturally, and walked away very happily without any nostalgia.

Before I could react, the person had already swished past the corner and disappeared.

"...Well, I bought it at the flower shop in the city, the one next to the barber shop." I slowly turned to Li Nali, who was also a little confused, and answered her question just now.

I picked them one by one all morning. In order to look bright, I even dusted some water on them before I came.

It’s just that I didn’t grasp the speed well, and it seemed to be dusted a little too much. When I held it just now, in order not to let the water drip to the ground and destroy the good image I had built up so hard, I used my sleeves to pick it up. I didn’t blow it, just the one inside now. The amount of water sloshing is enough to raise a tank of small fish.

"So," Li Nali lowered her voice, "I bought it as a gift..."

"That's right," I nodded without blushing, "I bought it for you."

"Eh?"

"Don't Li Nali like it?"

"Huh? No, no, I like it, I like it very much, but..."

"Since you like it, then there's nothing wrong with it." I pushed the flower into her arms while the iron was hot, "Listen to me to analyze it for you. In everything, you have to look at the essence through the phenomenon, such as this flower. Not to mention anything else, just from the color, I can tell that it is related to your hair..."

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After saying that Li Nali was dumbfounded, sent flowers, and found a place where no one was there to pour out the water in my sleeves, I planned to go back to the room.

But in the middle of the walk, after thinking about it, he suddenly turned his feet and knocked on the door of another room.

"Who is... Ceci?"

I looked at the disheveled white-haired boy who seemed to be doing something shady behind the crack of the door, pondered for a few seconds, and said solemnly: "Alian, I feel like I'm a little sad."

"Huh? What's the matter? Did something happen? Wait a minute, I'll put on my clothes first..."

"It doesn't matter, even if you are completely naked, I won't mind the old mother."

"I told you not to call yourself a mother!"

"Okay, then dad, I won't intervene either..."

What answered me was the door that was shut with a slam. The cold iron door was only a few tenths of a millimeter away from the tip of my nose.

I took a step back, raised my hand to touch it, and felt a little pain in my nose.

Why, as for what, who hasn't seen who?

Have you forgotten which warm-hearted little friend rushed to bed-wetting with you as if you had made an appointment when you were young, and was so angry that Master washed the sheets once and trampled at least five wooden basins in the house?

Having said that, I have to introduce it.

That's right, the master mentioned above is the notorious—no, I mean, the famous Kloss Marian in the legend.

It was he who adopted us.

But unlike Allen, who was burdened with a heavy past, my childhood had no stories to tell.

To put it simply, it is an ordinary family with father and mother, rich and noble.

So here comes the question - living in this kind of family, how did I end up being the disciple of Kloss Marian?

According to Master's recollection afterwards, it was a sunny afternoon.As always, he was wandering in the street wearing a regimental overcoat, and as he walked, he came to the door of my house. He accidentally looked inside and saw me sitting in the yard playing with mud—that moment, The gears of fate clicked, and from then on, they led me to an unknown and strange direction.

Of course, these are all I heard from Master.

While I have strongly questioned whether I was actually playing with mud, there is no evidence because I have no idea who I am or what I have been through before I was nine years old.

I only remember that as soon as I opened my eyes, I hugged Master's calf like an octopus, and called him heartbreakingly like a hungry wolf seeing meat——Dad!dad!

"I have said several times that I am not your father! Not your father!"

And this is the first sentence I heard since I can remember ↑

"Cersi? Why are you in a daze? Come in."

Allen's voice forcibly interrupted my flashback.

I came back to my senses, followed him into the room, took a look, and then pulled a chair and sat down.

Allen also sat on the bed|, he was fully dressed at the moment, only half of the white bandage was faintly exposed on the cuffs.The room seemed to have been sprayed with something like air freshener, but if you smell it carefully, you can still vaguely catch a faint, faint smell of blood.

Tim Gambi flapped his wings and landed on Allen's head.

"Tell me, what happened?"

I looked away from his cuff as if nothing had happened, and took a deep breath.

"All of this starts with the unexpected vacation this morning. The situation at that time was like this..."

"Cersi," Allen reminded me gently, "please keep the long story short."

"Oh, well, in one sentence, I bought the roses and blocked the rabbi. Everything is ready, I only owe him the flowers, but—"

"But he confiscated it," Allen took the words tacitly, and after looking at me for 59 seconds, he sighed subtly, "That is to say, the [-]th failure."

"No," I felt the need to correct him rigorously, "it's the 64th time."

"Hasn't it even been a month yet? Just five more times?"

"If you want to praise me for being strong in action," I hesitated, "thank you?"

Allen: "..."

The corner of Allen's mouth twitched, as if he didn't want to praise me, not only didn't want to, but also seemed to want to copy something to hit me, but unfortunately, he had nothing at hand except Tim Gambi.

...well, I got Tim right in the door.

As soon as I lowered my head, the fat golden ball fell into my hand in a free fall.

I rubbed its elastic little face, pinched it skillfully, and pulled it to the sides. Tim swept his flame-patterned tail and returned me with a super fierce bared teeth.

"Speaking of which, Sisi, I can listen to you and give you advice, but I can't make the rabbi like you by pressing his head."

"I'm not happy when you say that," I said sternly, "Am I the kind of person who takes shortcuts?"

"If you don't take shortcuts, you don't take shortcuts, but you don't have to go the other way."

"You mean, no flowers?"

"I mean, even if you send flowers, don't just praise his hair, at least say something else."

But isn't the question—if I could think of anything else, why would I go on and on about his hair being as red as a flower?

When Alian saw my expression, he understood everything, and he helped his forehead helplessly: "...So Ceci, have you ever thought of changing someone to like you?"

"Change someone? Can this still be changed?"

"Why not? Think about it carefully. Everyone in the science class is very nice. For example, Mr. Komui..."

I was shocked: "What? Komui?"

"—It's definitely not possible," Allen also reacted, scratching his cheek guiltyly, "Then skip his words, let me think about it... Yes! Mr. Russell..."

I was terrified: "What? Russell?"

"—Of course not. After all, he is a man with a son. Even though he has been around people like Master since he was a child, we still have to behave... Cough, I mean, Ceci , why don't you talk about your favorite type first?"

"...Your topic has changed so obviously."

"This is not what you should pay attention to!"

It made sense, so I thought about it very carefully: "I prefer...something to cover my eyes."

"A thing to cover your eyes? Glasses? So there are many candidates, such as Jonny and Mr. Jerry—by the way, although they don't wear glasses, Tapp should also count? Are there any other requirements? ?"

I thought about it, and gestured: "I also need to wear something around my neck."

"You mean a tie or a scarf or something? In that case Mr. Jerry would have to be screened out."

"Of course, it's better to have a mouth habit or something," I rubbed my chin, "and then when I meet an enemy, I can conjure up a big hammer and smash it at him."

Allen: "..."

Allen took a deep breath and showed an extremely kind smile: "Cersi, are you sure you haven't forgotten anything? You need to wear a headband or something like that? Green."

"I was just going to say this," I looked at him in surprise, "how do you understand me so well, Allen?"

"...What do you mean I understand you so well! This is not complete! Complete! You are describing it like a rabbi! After all, you haven't listened to my advice at all!"

Then I was kicked out by Allen, with Tim Gambi in his hand.

I looked at the closed door and blinked. Before I could react, the door was swished open again, and then a hand came out and grabbed Tim inside.

I:"……"

Let me tell you, you are very partial to one another, my friend!

I made up my mind, I just wanted to slam the door open and chat with Allen for a while—in any case, at least to ease the grief after the 64th broken love—but before I raised my hand, suddenly there was Had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, a staff member rushed over and informed me to go to the command room to pick up the task now, immediately, immediately.

I:"……?"

Wait, what about "after all, I'm not some devil"? For the sake of the physical and mental health of the majority of exorcists, this time I specially give those who have just completed their mission a seven-day holiday"?

Isn't it even one day?

The author has something to say:

Allen: "Ask me a question, Rabbi, do you think...do you regret what you did today because of what you did today?"

Rabbi: "Hey—your way of asking is scary!"

The first novel, dedicated to exorcism in my lifetime (￣▽￣)

[By the way, can you use your little jiojio to step on the author's favorite duck in the column (～￣▽￣～)]

Milk in advance: