Dereliction of duty · 90 years in the new calendar

Zolf: I seem to have mocked you?

Xus: You said that I'm still so short even though I'm an adult.

Ah, that was too much.

Xus no longer cared so much about height as he did back then, of course, it may have been decades before he finally got used to the gap with Zor.

How did he react earlier?

Ever since I met Xus, I have rarely seen him genuinely angry.

Although this kind of ridicule of physical fitness was really hurtful, he didn't get angry.

Zolf: Then it became clear that I was naive.

Looking at the small man, he is actually a very powerful person.

——I still remember the way you knocked down the troublemakers in two seconds.

Xus: Huh?when?

Zolf: ...

You were 13 years old, one winter, in the alley behind the church.

Xus: Have you ever...

wrong.

You remember it so well it makes me a little sick.

Give Zor a chance to talk, and he can talk for days on end.

Interesting to say, his opinion of Xus...it was a little bit of love at first sight, at first it was his face and temperament.

Getting used to his personality and so on is something for later.

Zolf: I still want to say it now.

Can't you have more expressions? —Ah, I mean, in the past.

In other words, doesn't Xus seem to like his style of recalling the past all the time?

Zor felt a little palpitation, and carefully looked up at his current expression.

...is really disgusting.

Xus: Isn't that enough "now"?

Or, what do you want me to do "in the future"?

Zolf: That's... good, good.

Hey, can I turn off the light?

Xus: Are you still organizing things?

Zolf: I'm a little sleepy, I want to sleep for a while.

Xus: Go to bed then.

Listen to me if you don't want to catch a cold.

Zolf: Cold?

Then will you take care of me?

Xus cast a disdainful look.

I said in the previous sentence that I wanted to see him with more expressive appearance, but Zor immediately regretted it.

Xus: It could have been.

Not anymore.

Zolf: Well...

Zor tried to pout, squatted down, and curled up into a ball.

He still has some experience in pretending to be pitiful, if it is Xus, he still has to hesitate for a few seconds.

Xus: ...

Get up, I'm pulling you.

He walks the talk.

But at the same time, it also miscalculated the physical gap between the two.

One is that it was pulled too quickly, and the other is that Zor had selfish intentions.

After he got up, he directly used the momentum to take Xus for a second fall.

Xus: Are you stupid.

Zolf: Pretty stupid, I admit.

--It is cold outside?

He stroked Xus' back once and for all.At home, I don't wear too heavy clothes, but it is winter after all.

Xus is the type who would rather be cold than be bound by thick clothes, which makes him often cold, but he insists on being brave.

This time is no exception, when touching, what I feel is not the warmth of the human body, but a bit of coolness on the contrary.

Xus: Not bad.

It's not to the point where I can't bear it... What are you doing?

Zolf: OK.

——But if I do it now, you will probably beat my head, so forget it.

Xus: ...huh?

It's been a long time since Xus couldn't understand the low-level joke.

He looked cute in a daze, and because he was lost in thought, his movements were quite slow.

Zor was then able to do something to him.

Zolf: ...

it is good.

I'm done resting.

Xus: All right.

He stretched out his hand, slowly pushed Xus out, and said with a smile that he was full of energy now, and he would definitely be able to settle all the arrears of work smoothly.

As for Xus, still slightly worried, he believed himself for now.

Zolf: (…Ah.)

(forgot to tuck him the jacket...)

(Will he take care of himself?)

Actually, I could go out again, but it always feels a little awkward to do so.

Zor still believed that he had the ability to take care of himself, so he didn't particularly care.

Zolf: ...

... next.

He stretched, putting away the smile on his face.

The smile came out unconsciously when facing Xus, he is not someone who can giggle for no reason.

Zolf: I really am.

You shouldn't be lazy.

What are these things.

Not the ones that were put on the desk openly, but a few documents that he put away and put in the deep drawer.

These things... Of course, they were all in the hands of Xus, but in fact, hiding them and not wanting him to see them would not have much effect.

Zolf: (It would be nice to just set it on fire.)

(He certainly won't allow it.)

If so, in the brochure given to Xus as a birthday present a week ago, there was a story about the happy fictional ending of a young boy who existed as an archetype.

Then these hidden documents describe the real events that were covered up by the fictional ending.

Zolf: ("In the 36th year of the new calendar, the current bishop Xus was sentenced to sacrifice for the crime of dereliction of duty.")

(I don't feel comfortable no matter how many times I watch it.)

At the end of the event file, the name of the executor should have been written.

Not here, instead, the place was soaked in ink and turned into a black mass.