because i am stel

A breeze came from behind, and she clearly felt the girl's soft body sticking to her back.With slender hands and a beating heart, Persephone hugged herself from behind.

She didn't think there was anything strange about this, after all, similar things had happened before.And not just once or twice.According to her concept, as long as she doesn't care about it and continues to do what she is doing, Persephone will let go soon - after all, her actions are not hindered, so it is not a problem to add a pendant behind her.

but--

"Stel." She heard Persephone's voice.The voice was softer and softer than usual. "Do you know why I put on a student uniform?"

"In order to be educated?" Shirtel answered casually.

"Hmm..."—she heard a thin nasal voice behind her.And whispers that seemed to ring in my ears. "And now, there happens to be a good teacher here. Do you think she...will want to 'educate' a bad student who can't hold back?"

"I don't think Alina would do that," Stelter replied.

"Eh?"

"What's strange, isn't Alina nearby? Did I guess wrong?" Shirtel tilted his head slightly. "Before I saw you, I smelled vanilla ice cream on the side of the road—the ice cream I've ever touched, and I can't go wrong with it. That's obviously the one I left in Alina's room."

"Eh……!?"

"Well, did I guess wrong? Impossible. Alina will be here, holding the ice cream. Obviously, when Tallulah and I are in the room, you and Alina must be watching from afar .Is there any plan that is inconvenient to tell me? Well...I won't ask more...Persephone, why don't you call Alina over?"

She said to herself, and then, she felt the girl's body behind her gradually become stiff——

She felt a little strange.

No.70 Nine Sections Do not enter from the ramp

Very strange.

But it's strange, it's strange, and the meals still have to continue to be cooked.

She remembered Persephone's taste - technically speaking, Persephone was not particularly picky about his diet.Even mustard and onions are just not on the list of first meal goals rather than completely untouched.Perhaps in the eyes of this young doctor, there is not much difference between fine wine and jade liquid and simple tea and light rice.

——Is the loneliness of the Immortal...?I hope some sweets will put you in a better mood.

thought Miss Steele.She prepared Italian dishes, and in Terra it was Syracuse.Shrimp risotto, cheese rolls, stewed meat in white sauce, and the delicate dessert called pannakuta in Syracuse, which is made of cream and rock sugar - she made it very quickly, after all, the god of food, the little master of China She also dabbled a little bit in the dream world.Although she has never dreamed of the more fantastic halberd eating spirit.But she felt that her culinary skills could surpass Liu Angxing's in the early days, and at least the dishes she made would not be judged as unpalatable.

The fragrance soon dissipated.And the stiff female body behind her also returned to softness little by little.

She heard the girl behind her laugh softly.

"Ah, ah... this embarrassment, this unwillingness. This entanglement of not being able to ask for it... Phew, it's actually quite good food. It's been a long time since I tasted the mortal emotions that I haven't seen in such a detailed way for a long time. .”

"Can I ask you not to speak riddles? I just said that I won't do reading comprehension." Shirtel pouted slightly.She didn't quite understand what kind of nerves the guy behind him was having.

"I'm sorry, but this is the only thing I don't want to let go." Persephone replied softly: "Right now and say it outright, the probability of success is less than 30.00%. And if you can say the right thing at the right time , then it is not impossible to triple the success rate—I will not act rashly, because I don’t care about the size of the front and back, and, this challenge, there is no way to start over.”

"Then it's up to you." The flaming-haired girl shrugged. "But let me tell you in advance, when you are speaking riddles, don't blame me for not hearing what you said."

"Well, I've made a note." Behind her, Persephone was still hugging her gently, with her small head pressed against her back, as if this could bring her closer to her heartbeat.

She answered Stelter's earlier question.

"Don't worry about Ms. Alina, she is currently communicating with several local students, and was invited to taste the dishes cooked by an Ursas student who was born in the Boy Scouts. I guess she should not have time to come to the appointment now."

"Who are those students...?"

"Sonia, Radha, Rosalind, Anna—they are all original students of this Peterheim Middle School. I arranged for them a work-for-work task. By helping on the construction site, they will get rations."

——Rin Dong, Gu Mi, Lie Xia, is it true... the bear group can really regroup.

"Is this also your arrangement?" Miss Shier Teer began to prepare vegetable soup and fruit salad.She cuts delicate seasonal fruits and vegetables into good-sized pieces.And put them into delicate patterns on the plate. "Have you figured it out again?"

"Well, I figured it out. When you mentioned the request to establish a student union to Natalia, I located these students through big data screening. Then I arranged some coincidences, and let them They got to know each other before...their sex is very good, they are completely natural friends. So, I let them meet Alina by chance."

"Is that so?" Shirtel seasoned the thick soup and put it on a plate. "And that little girl Natalia? Have you arranged for her?"

"Well. Alina is a key intermediary. Because she will be your administrative assistant. The director of education in this training center. Through her, this small group will meet and get acquainted with Natalia. Then I will focus on training them, and if nothing happens, they will all become operators of Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals."

"They have this talent." Shirtel nodded slightly.One hand held up a large plate full of dishes, while the other skillfully hugged Persephone lying behind her - the latter let out a cry of anticipation, and was then She was placed precisely on the chair at the dining table that belonged to Persephone.

"But you also have to respect their own ideas. And—" She saw the young doctor writhing dissatisfiedly on the chair. "I hope you don't always 'arrange' everyone in Rhode Island like this in the future. I don't care, but other people still want a little freedom of choice."

"This is a big limitation for me." The purple girl doctor pouted slightly. "Moreover, only by taking all variables into my hands can I ensure the smooth operation of Rhodes Island and the personal safety of the operators to the greatest extent. I love soldiers like sons and use soldiers like chess. I am sure that when the situation is clear enough , so that the opponent has no chance to exchange pieces. But if the pieces can move around by themselves..."

"Then at least don't let them feel it, and don't let me find out. Okay? If I beg you?"

Persephone was silent for several seconds.

"I want to make it up." There was a faint rising tone in the purple-haired girl's voice. "This chair is too stiff and uncomfortable to sit on. And my arms don't have the strength to pick up vegetables anymore."

"Obviously you chose the table and chairs yourself..." Miss Struter sighed softly.But she still heard the implication and hugged the young doctor whose body suddenly became stiff and put it on her lap.She let the girl's thin back lean against her chest, while she sat on the other's original seat.

She could clearly feel the beating heartbeat and the rushing blood flow.And when she picked up the dishes on the plate and put them in the latter's mouth instead of Persephone.She felt the slight tremor of the delicate body in her arms.

—Is it too hot?Or was it too much soup?

She was a little puzzled, so when picking up the next dish, she blew it first and then handed it to Persephone.

She heard the sound of the girl in her arms swallowing.

"How is it? Is it still in your taste?" She asked with a little expectation.

"It's very delicious." Persephone replied—the guy's hands were hanging in the air in an unnatural way, as if he didn't know where to put them—she looked a little at a loss.

"But only this time?"—this guy was a bit idiotic even asking.

"If you cook for you, you can do it as often as you like." Miss Stelter curled her lips, answered casually and continued to pick up the dishes. "As long as you come here when I'm not out, I'll help you cook whatever you want. It's okay to hold you and feed you like this. After all, you usually have to deal with so many things. At least for me Here, you can relax a little bit."

She felt Persephone's body tense suddenly, as if she had made a certain decision.However, only in the next moment, he was deflated like a ball with a hole in it.

"You... Forget it." There seemed to be a hint of lament in her voice. "This is indeed something you would say, and it is indeed something you would do. If I hadn't known your nature, and knew that the chances of speaking now are slim, I would have to take a gamble no matter what..."

"If you're talking about riddles, I'll pretend you didn't hear them, Persephone." Miss Shirtle continued with her work. She always refused to understand or think about such nonsense.

"...that's fine." Persephone slightly turned her head, avoiding the tableware on her lips, indicating that her little appetite was full.And when Shirtel put down her hand, her body also completely relaxed, like a dodder gently attached to Shirtel's body. "Haste makes waste. If it is a [-]% permanent vow, then the upper limit of favorability is only fifty at most... I'm tired, let me rely on you and sleep."

"Hmm." Shirtel raised his free hand, gently stroking the long, soft hair of the girl in his arms. "Shall I sing you a lullaby? I'm not very good at singing though."

She got no response.

Because Persephone's hands dropped silently, her breathing and heartbeat also became even and long.It was obvious that this guy had almost absolute control over her own body.As long as you close your eyes, you can jump between different levels of sleep.

However, what is sleeping is only the body, not the spirit.

Because a few seconds later, a drone flew over to clean up the dishes and utensils on the table.And this mobile city named Chernobog continued to operate under the control of the Shadow of Rhodes Island.

——Poor guy, although it is hateful, the burden you carry on your body is real.

——No matter what the past is, no matter what the future is, at least for now, let me share some of it for you.Persephone.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were lowered, and the temperature in the city rose slightly.In this warm and pleasant afternoon, the flaming-haired girl hummed a leisurely song lightly.

The singing adorns the girl's dream.

The singing entwines the girl's heart.

Surrounded by nameless ballads, even the singer himself gradually closed his eyes.

Without dreaming, the invitation to another world was blocked by a decisive will.

And in the gradually dim vision, Levantin's warm flames surrounded her, burning silently——

—like every dormancy in the long past.

....................................

Miss Steele opened her eyes.

What catches the eyes is an endless wilderness - the reeds all over the mountains are silently swaying in the golden sunset.And above the sky, there is a huge white whale sailing through the stratus clouds.

——The reed field in the Egyptian underworld?No, it just looks like it, but it's not.

Because this is not a dream world.There is a familiar smell here.

Origin Stone, Strife, and...

"Thearesia?" Miss Shirtell tilted her head and said the name in memory.

And the next moment, a pink-white figure flickered and gathered beside her like a distorted projection.And little by little from fuzzy to clear.

"It's me, Shirtel."——she saw the familiar figure reaching out to her.She wanted to catch that hand, but she didn't expect the person in front of her to rush up and hug her.The delicate cheeks rubbed against her neck again and again.

"You..." The thousands of words that had been stored in his belly turned into nothing, and in the end, only a slightly worried question came out from his lips. "...Is it really okay for you to come to see me directly like this? You and Persephone have made such elaborate arrangements and plans..."

She saw the pink and white princess shaking her head.

"Don't worry, it's just that this level of transcendence won't arouse the vigilance of 'His'... because you have become stronger. Unlike the past, the current me can communicate with the current you."

"I've become stronger?" Shirtel was puzzled.She didn't know where she became stronger, but she paid more attention to the 'He' that Theresia said!

"Thearesia, the He you are talking about is..."

The queen's fingers gently pressed her lips.

"Shh, I can't say it, I can't think about it. As long as the mind is turned to that side, He will know... He hasn't woken up yet. He doesn't care about the ants calling His name, but if the ants are replaced by burning flames, Then He will surely wake up from the dream."

"...Does it mean that only I can't know?"

"En." The princess let go of the fingertips that were pressing her lips. "Because you can hurt him, and only you have hurt him. The fighters other than you are too weak, even if they profane or howl, they can't affect him at all."

"...Where is this place?"

"I can't say that."

"...What's your situation now?"

"I can't say that."

"Then..." Miss Stelter opened her mouth, but finally her shoulders collapsed helplessly.She exhaled softly and closed her eyes. "Theresa, I miss you so much."

She heard the princess's chuckle.

"If you hadn't held Persephone, maybe I would have been very touched."

So Miss Shirtle broke free from the embrace of the princess.And in turn hugged her and threw her on the reed field——she stared at her, the distance between two pairs of eyes of different colors was no more than a palm.

"what about now?"

"So-so, I'll believe you when you kiss me—just kidding." The princess blinked her eyes, looking at the person pressing on her, her eyes were as gentle as water.

"Take care of Persephone, she...some things are different from what you imagined."

"Ah."

"Take care of Kelsey too. She's tired and doesn't know anything...she has no ill intentions towards you."

"Ah."

"Amiya...ah, she treats you like a sister. You've always taken care of her, so I probably don't need to say more."

"Yeah." Shirtle nodded. "And you, when are you coming back? Do you want me to go to Victoria now?"

"It's not the time yet. It's more appropriate for me to die than to live." The pinkish princess looked into her eyes.The voice on the lips gradually changed from gentle to serious. "Sirtel, some things are happening, some disasters are coming, and Rhodes Island will bear the brunt... Please, protect them."

"I do it all the time."

"... Please protect yourself too."

"I'll try my best." Shirtel replied, and grabbed the imperial daughter's hand. "But I want to protect you more."

"You..." The princess turned her head slightly and complained in a low voice. "...Why do you always say such things that shake me?"

"Well?"

"Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!" The princess reached out her hand and gently pushed her chest. "You should wake up, idiot."

"idiot!"

The sound became blurred, the perception became dull, and the feeling of weightlessness came along with waking up like a tide.

This is not a dream world, this is a dream.

And the dream will always wake up.

No.80 Karmic fire, flowing to the wilderness

At a point in time, a long time ago—

Lava overflowed, and fire spread all over the field.

The molten giant, which is as high as a thousand feet, looks down at the earth and steps forward. The molten rock formation is accompanied by earthquakes and mountains with every step. The large groundwater is forcefully squeezed out from the veins, splashing , turned into colorless water vapor rising rapidly in the high heat, and turned into diffuse white clouds around the giant's knees.

When clouds and fog gather, it is a thunderstorm.