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

Qingqi only felt a buzzing in his mind. At this moment, he was truly at a loss as to what to do and——

Isolated.

He seemed to have lost all his strength and fell face down on the bed like a piece of wood.

"Well......"

His chest was pinched, and Qingqi didn't raise his face. He just put his hand into his collar and held the golden feather in his hand——

In a daze, Escher's voice rang in his ears:

"The golden feather is a good thing. It can represent your noble status."

Golden Feather...status...

Yes, he has a way. He can save everyone who is treading on the sand by himself.

So he held his shining golden feather, boarded the long-distance ship, and rushed towards the thunderstorm that the villagers said could eat people.

But he didn't understand why when he ran over happily and full of expectations, what was waiting for him was shock, fear, distrust, the death of friends, and the disaster of prison.

He opened the Pandora's box of his destiny with his own hands - like the pure and beautiful goddess, he did not gain his own hope, but fell into boundless malice -

So I was born evil?

It turns out that my existence has never been expected.

The admirer leaned against the dark and cold wall of the cell.

He didn't need to rest, which had been something to be proud of in the past, but now, it added to his misery.

Sleep is the best escape in the world - at least among humans.

Therefore, people with insomnia are very pitiful, because insomnia is often entangled with something that they want to escape, but they cannot get a short respite no matter what.

Little dolls without sleep are also very pitiful.

Because he could only open his eyes and watch the invisible time pass by.

It turns out that the night is so long.

He looked at the small space above that was cut into countless small spaces by the railings, and then filled with the dim moonlight.

So long, so helpless, so...desperate.

Was she that helpless when she was locked up in the basement?

Will she think of me the same way I think of her?

"Squeak-"

The rotten wooden door was slowly opened, and the moonlight that had been blocked outside the door poured in for an instant, making the Qinqi's eyes sore, and he couldn't help but turn his head to avoid it.

In his peripheral vision, there was a human silhouette, pitch black, standing in the pure white moonlight.

"...Kuaiki?"

"Ah."

Guimu walked over in a hurry, possessed him and unlocked the shackles on Qingqi's body:

"Don't blame Niwa, he is not in charge of the troops after all... Nagamasa, Nagamasa was under too much pressure. After Niwa left, he was the person responsible for the succession - among the people who died recently, there were Many of them were his soldiers.”

"Well, I know..."

Guimu threw the iron rope aside and made a noisy and cold collision sound:

"Let's go, let's go -"

"Guimu..."

Qinqi didn't dare to blink. He was afraid that the tears in his eyes would escape without his control. He just held Guimu's hand tightly:

"Niwa—Niwa, he—"

"..."

Guimu didn't answer. The curious person only felt that Guimu's expression was a little strange, but couldn't explain why.

A long, long time later, when he was no longer an admirer, he recalled that Gui Mu's emotions were bitter, a farewell, intolerable, and a welcome to the tragedy he had known.

-

Today is the unknown number of days since reinforcements arrived.

Qingqi held his knees with his hands and sat in front of the little earthbag named "Guimu".

He didn't dare to go home, or in other words, he didn't dare to go home when everyone could see him.

He felt that both his body and strength were too thin, so thin that he could not bear even one person's expectant eyes.

How many days was he gone? He actually had no idea. After all, he was constantly on the road day and night, so paying attention to time was the most time-wasting behavior.

But it shouldn't be that long, right?

But why, everything changed.

It is said that because Katsuragi let him go, he was subjected to military law in the name of releasing a criminal privately, and became the little bumpkin in front of him; Niwa - as mentioned before, is already gone.

He sat there like this until the night replaced the day, and was stimulated by the desolate moon. Then he slowly stood up, gently patted the debris on his body, and finally looked at the little dirt bag in silence and said with the last word In a lifeless voice, he said "Sorry" heavily.

Fortunately, he stayed late enough, at least at this time, no one would suddenly look at him, and then cry to him silently with eyes that were pleading and expecting, disappointed and desperate.

"The marvelous one."

The Qingqi Zhe now had a somewhat stressful reaction to this code name, so even though the voice was gentle enough, it still frightened him. He subconsciously buried his drooped head lower, so that he could see that he was accelerating unnaturally. toes.

"it's me."

The voice was smooth and low, but it made Qingqi feel uncomfortable for no reason.

But that person had already stood in front of Qinqi, blocking his way.

It's Escher.

"Can you please take a step?"

-

A box was currently being held in the hands of the admirer.

"Did Niwa leave it to me?"

"Yes, although he blocked the news and fled in fear of crime, he still left a solution - he is a pretty good ruler, right?"

"He wants me to... close the hearth?"

"...What's inside?"

"Ah! It's a...!"

"The one Niyu got for you personally can protect your heart."

The flame in the heart of the furnace finally went out.

Although there are not many people left in Tatasha, they still hope to rebuild their homes, but they have to admit that Tatasha is dead.

Whether it is this land, the water on the land, the air on the land, or the hope on the land——

All are dead.

Tatarsha eventually became a hopeless place. Except for a very small number of people who were unwilling to leave their homeland, everyone else moved together.

The admirer did not leave, nor did he stay.

He chooses to wander.

His hands, along with his expectations and compassion, had long been burned in the extinguished flames.

This may be the advantage of being a doll. He only needs to find any materials and he can have a pair of hands again.

However, the burning feeling hurts so much.

Niwa, Kusanagi, Nagamasa, Murakami Quinoa——

Miss Moon.

The feeling of being burned by flames or other things is really painful.

He probably wouldn't want to experience that feeling again.

He didn't take anything away - and there was nothing he could take away.

The only thing that proved that he had been here was probably the withered heart in the box after closing the hearth.