【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

"Ha~eh?"

With tears overflowing from her yawn, the girl looked up in surprise at the wanderer who took the drawing away from her.

"Miss Savior, I remember we agreed that we should have a good rest these days, right?"

"But -" the girl was still struggling, "I can't just do nothing, right?"

The wanderer said he was disgusted, but he had already carefully rolled up the girl's drawings in his hand, only one side of the roll, and he was still scolding:

"Why, our savior lady can't live a leisurely life?"

"Or is she the kind of person who feels guilty whenever she has some free time?"

"I'm just!" The girl still wanted to quibble, but when she thought about it carefully——

That seems to be the case.

Not just guilt, but also indescribable anxiety and urgency.

In the past, when dealing with siltation in Mondstadt, Abedo would consciously control the intensity of her work; during the solstice of winter, she would hide in front of her, with "death" and clouds behind her to share her worries, and there would be someone in the middle. Sora is about to pester her large dog——

Therefore, in fact, she herself does not deliberately control her work intensity.

This also led to the fact that when she officially started to control her work intensity, she would seem a little bit anxious.

Because in her understanding, as long as she dealt with the siltation a little faster, maybe one less person would be harmed by the siltation, and this continent could rise slightly from the sticky and dark abyss.

Seeing the girl's obviously reflective expression, the tightness in the wanderer's chest eased a little. He held the roll of drawings and sat down next to the girl. He didn't mind that their shoulders were touching and turned his head to look at her.

Like.

like.

It's like...him from the past.

Like him running for the people in a small village, like him fighting day and night in the abyss, like him walking alone in the dark.

Those times, those years, those years fought over by anxiety and self-blame, guilt and resentment. If someone reaches out to him and says:

Even if it's a little slower, even if it's a little incompetent, it doesn't matter.

——The ending may still be the same, after all, he has never been able to help himself.

But she is different.

She is favored and sheltered, and is a kind of kindness that is rare and touchable in this world.

This made the wanderer couldn't help but want to get closer, and couldn't help but be curious——

What will such a doll look like in the future?

Maybe...she really is the savior.

Realizing that he had some ridiculous and out-of-the-box ideas, the wanderer took off the hat on his head and put it aside. He reached out and rubbed his messy hair.

“Do you know your threshold?”

"Both physically and psychologically."

"Threshold—?"

Quite literally.

Even the physical aspect seems to have never been considered.

On a certain level, she has blind confidence in her own limits, so she never sets an upper limit for herself. When her efforts are needed, she will often use her best.

As for psychologically——

It seems that I did have some psychological problems. In their words, I was "sick", but that was a long time ago.

The girl then shook her head blankly.

"It's so stupid that you can... look down and watch."

The wanderer found another piece of paper from somewhere, and held the pen with his green-white fingers familiarly and lazily:

"In the week when you had the heaviest workload, you dealt with a total of eighty-seven siltations. On the way, our savior lady will also solve some monsters and troublesome secret realms because of her mother's heart."

"Ah - yes, Miss Savior would even worry about my physical condition. There were many times when she wanted to leave me alone."

"that is!"

The girl tried to argue, but was restrained by the "stop" gesture made by the wanderer:

The wanderer drew a table with just a few strokes, and filled in the table correspondingly with the date and the approximate amount of siltation. After completing this, he put down the black pen in his hand, held his chin, and stared at this He opened the form and opened his palms to the girl.

"Ok?"

The girl looked at the white palm of the wanderer without turning her head, so she slowly and hesitantly pressed her chin down.

It seemed that some switch had been touched, or the wanderer was too immersed in thinking. Anyway, he didn't feel anything was wrong for a moment. He just subconsciously closed his fingers towards the palm of his hand, as if he wanted to hold something, but he felt his fingertips sink into In a warm and delicate softness.

"..."

The wanderer felt his whole body stiffen, and the hand suddenly felt like he could neither close nor release it. He turned his head in disbelief, only to see the girl's face that was slightly deformed by him, and a pair of innocent eyes.

Seeing the wanderer turn his face, the girl didn't seem to realize that anything was wrong, and even tilted her face a little confidently, making the wanderer's thumb inevitably sink more into her cheek.

......

The wanderer felt that everything was dry from the base of his tongue. After swallowing hard, he remembered to speak:

"Are you (expletive) stupid?"

"Let your head roll off my hands."

"Huh?" The girl suddenly realized what she was doing, and her cheeks were stained with bright red in an instant. She hurriedly wanted to lift her chin up, but she felt the force on her cheeks became stronger, and she had to He stopped his actions and continued to look at the moody instigator with an innocent face.

The wanderer, who was still a little angry at first, felt inexplicably better after seeing the girl's face turn red in an instant. The controller even pinched the girl's face with his own fingers.

Well, the skin is good, but the meat is a bit missing.

But this face... looks really good.

The wanderer seemed to be slowly moving his face closer to the girl in order to see her clearly.

Even if the strength of his hand was a little stronger, her face shape and facial features and expressions were somewhat deformed, that's it - this face was still superior.

Even the marks on her cheeks that were obviously sunken due to external force made her look even more ignorant and innocent - this greatly satisfied the wanderer's "evil" mentality, so she raised her lips playfully and put some on her hands. He pinched twice lightly.

"Hey - I said -"

The girl's voice was a little unclear because of the wanderer's movements:

"Even if I put it up first, why do you still keep pushing further!"

"Um--?"

The clear and pleasant voice of Wanderer can be prolonged, and at the end it has a slight upward pitch, as if it is thinking or tempting.

"Speaking of which, you live in my house now, right?"

"So, I charge some rent, is there any problem?"