Dereliction of duty · 90 years in the new calendar

Sui: Flo...

Are you mad at me?

He didn't come out of the small room at lunchtime, what's more, he didn't move during the whole afternoon, and it was getting dark before he knew it.

Sui was almost starving because he really didn't dare to touch those kitchen utensils—every time Flo cooked the rice just right, there were very few leftovers in the refrigerator, but luckily he bought snacks frequently.

Sui hesitated at the door for a long time, but Sui didn't dare to go in.

He listened to the door panel, and it was quite quiet inside—considering the factor of reading, it is only natural that it should be quieter.

Sui: Hey, Flo, I didn't mean to say you're annoying.

At that time, I just... I'm sorry, okay?

No answer.

Sui: (...what to do?)

(Before, when I made him unhappy...how did you solve it in the end...?)

(...)

No matter how close people get along for a long time, it is inevitable that they will have a quarrel or two, and of course they cannot be an exception.

Thinking about it carefully, every time I get into a hot war or a cold war... it is Flo who apologizes first.

I have always been just the willful side, and I never know what it means to cherish.

Sui: (If you think so, don't I deserve it.)

Everyone will have specific dead spots, and certain special words must not be mentioned.

In front of Flo, words like "I hate him" are the ones that hurt the most... Anyway, it shouldn't be said, it should be like this.

Sui: (I don't even know.)

(Exactly what it takes to express an apology.)

Quite annoyed, he rubbed his head furiously, although he felt that he had a good headache, there was no doubt that this kind of headache was caused by purely psychological factors.

His hair was messed up, but he had no intention of re-doing it.

There seemed to be the sound of singing in the room.

With the barrier of the door, the sound was quite soft.

The ears are almost glued, and the syllables can be vaguely discerned.

Anyway, it's an unintelligible language.

Sui: (Is it from the book just now?)

It was obvious that the singers were not proficient. Even if Sui couldn't judge whether the pronunciation of the words was accurate or not, those unnatural stutters were enough to explain the problem.

...Of course, compared to someone like me who doesn't know a word, Flo is already very powerful.

Sui: (In foreign languages, do other continents have their gods?)

(...It feels a bit awkward, as if God really exists.)

(If there really are gods in this world, then those gods are lazy enough and negligent.)

For some reason, this continent has always believed in the existence of gods.

Churches in urban areas ruled by clergy are the best examples.

Obviously they are talking nonsense and pretending to be God's will, but most of the people have no doubts or resistance.

At least now in the Demon King's Palace, this suffocating atmosphere can finally stop.

I really didn't expect things like "prayer words" to appear on the people closest to me.

Sui: (Obviously not making any contribution to the world's disasters.)

(But I still enjoy everyone's prayers and accept offerings from even poor families.)

(...The profession of "God" is too easy.)

If there were gods, why didn't miracles happen "at that time"?

Why does "that place" still exist?What is obviously endlessly produced is despair.

Sui: ...

Flo, interrupt me, I'm in?

Sui took a deep breath, unscrewed the doorknob, walked all the way to the desk, and pulled out the book from Flo's hand.

He hid the book behind his back and refused to return it no matter how much the person in front of him resisted.

Flo's skills are not good, and he is just the opposite. He has no advantages except his body skills.Back and forth, Flo realized that it was pointless to fight, so he stopped, with resentment on his face:

Flo: What do you mean?

Sui: Let me ask first.

Leaving aside why he was holding such a ghost thing, what happened to the singing just now?

You never really believe in the existence of God.

Flo: ...

I'm learning, the language, that's all.

How is it possible, there is such a person.

If they exist, they're probably all, deaf.

Otherwise, none of my previous begging, why, was answered.

Sui: ...that.

I am sorry.

In the morning... I said something very outrageous.

Flo stared at him silently, no waves in his eyes.

For a moment, he sighed and shook his head.

Flo: I'm not mad.

Your waywardness is not, after a day or two, you have already gotten used to it.

Sui: Umm...is that so.

Then, why don't you go out all day?

I thought it was because I didn't want to see my face... or something like that.

Flo: ...Because.

I'm in a hurry.

Sui: Huh?

Flo: No, no one urges me though.

but.

He pointed to a pile on the table.The books were neatly arranged, some piled up like a mountain of books, and one was spread out, probably a dictionary.

Next to the dictionary is probably a new vocabulary book. Flo's handwriting is quite neat, and it matches the printed ones.

Flo: I got the dictionary in early April.

After all, it's been so many days... It's not very good to keep it on.

Sui: It doesn't matter whether you learn or not if no one urges you...

Is there any particular reason why you... make you, care about...?

Sui asked casually, and immediately remembered that today was the cold war caused by his talkative habit.

He almost covered his mouth tightly, but unfortunately the words have almost leaked.

Flo: ...

Mr. Sui, I still say:

I do not want to say.

Sui: ...

Uh-huh.

OK, I won't ask, sorry.