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

With the cover and help of Kuki Shinobu and Ichito, the girl was able to find a chance to deal with the siltation on Narukami Island and Inazuma Castle. However, the weather conditions were really bad. Even if she was wearing a cloak and a hat, she could In such a fierce battle, he was completely soaked.

Declining Kuki-nin's suggestion to change clothes before going back, the girl wrapped herself in a cloak and left along the path.

The rain is really heavy.

The girl entered the house, took off her already wet cloak, and hung it aside, dripping water on the floor.

The girl could feel that her close-fitting clothes were clinging to her body wetly, and a gust of wind came through the window that was not closed tightly, making the girl tremble.

what.

Soaked.

The girl squeezed her long hair and let the water drip onto the ground.

"Are you so stupid that you can't even find a place to take shelter from the rain?"

The same footsteps with the sound of water came from behind the girl, accompanied by the familiar sneer.

As soon as the wanderer entered the door, he saw the wet figure, who looked like he had just been fished out of the water, with his back to the door. The soaked clothes clung heavily to the man's body, outlining his exquisite and graceful curves.

The wanderer frowned, turned around, and put a large piece of dry bath towel on the girl's back, covering her body:

"You came back like this all the way?"

"Ah, you're back." The girl raised her hand to grab the bath towel and turned to look at the wanderer. "When you came back, you were wearing a cloak - but it was all wet."

"but......"

The girl looked at the wanderer's bangs that were still dripping with water, smiled and reached out to ruffle his forehead hair:

"Why are you getting wet too?"

"I......"

"Meow~"

Before the wanderer finished speaking, he was interrupted by a thin voice, causing the two of them to fall silent again and again, looking at each other.

cat meow?

The girl blinked and spoke hesitantly:

"...You called that?"

Immediately, the girl raised her eyebrows:

"Have you really become Mr. Kitty?"

"Hey--"

The base of Wanderer's ears are reddish:

"No matter how you think about it, it can't be me, right?"

"...that's it."

The wanderer opened the collar of his coat, and a wet but furry little black head emerged from it.

It's a kitten.

The kitten's ears were originally hanging down on the head. As soon as it got out of the homeless man's collar, the little ears suddenly stood up and even trembled back and forth. Its little paws scratched the edge of the clothing. The eyes that had not lost their blue irises blinked, looking sleepy and aggrieved, and met the girl's blue eyes, which made the girl stop breathing for a moment.

"......so small."

The girl didn't dare to make any loud noise at all, so she said this sentence almost unconsciously and in a breathy voice.

"Well," the wanderer carefully took the kitten out of his arms, "it must have been born not long ago. When I found it, it was almost washed into the river."

"With this weather, if we don't bring it back, it probably won't survive tonight."

"Then let's raise it?"

The girl touched the kitten that still had the body temperature of a homeless person, pulled a corner of the bath towel, and wrapped the kitten:

"It looks like you."

"...very much like you too."

In fact, both of them were right - the kitten's fur looks black, but when illuminated by candlelight, it turns out to be the color of rosewood - and the kitten's eyes, which have not lost their irises, It's a faint blue color, and when it makes certain expressions, it always reminds people of a girl's face.

"Did you bring it back because you thought of me?"

"..."

The wanderer said nothing, but tilted his head to one side.

The girl stretched out her index finger to tease the kitten. She seemed to have thought of something and chuckled:

"No, not because of me."

"Because Mr. Kitty is naturally attracted to furry things."

"It's also because Mr. Cat is a very gentle person with a soft heart."

"...Go take a shower and change clothes. How long do you want to stay in this outfit? I don't have time to take care of you if you are sick."

The girl smiled, narrowed her eyes, and raised her fingers at the wanderer:

"Want to wash together?"

"... If you keep making trouble, you can do your own laundry."

"So fierce."

The girl's mouth was complaining, but her hands gently put the kitten back into the homeless man's arms. She shrugged her nose at the homeless man, patted the half-dry clothes and went to take a bath.

The wanderer's eyes followed the girl's movement unconsciously. It wasn't until he felt the little thing in his arms move that he cast his eyes on the kitten.

Are you gentle and soft-hearted...?

It might have made sense in the past, but now—

"Meow~"

The kitten meowed again, probably because it felt cold, and kept burrowing into the wanderer's arms.

"...so squeamish."

The wanderer wanted to hold the kitten in his arms, but realized that his coat was wet, but the thin tights underneath had been almost dried by his body temperature.

So the wanderer sighed, took off his coat that was heavy due to being soaked, and picked up the kitten through the towel.

Hmm... Do kittens of this age need to drink milk?

The girl may be right. The wanderer has always been a gentle and soft-hearted person.

But in the past, he was pure and complete, and his gentleness and soft-heartedness would be given to everyone.

After experiencing betrayal and injury, and seeing with his own eyes the dangers of the human heart and the darkest cruelty of the world, he could only carefully pick up the useless tenderness and only project it on those he thought were harmless, weak, and would not betray. on things.

He is a cowardly "good guy."

Thinking of this, the wanderer laughed to himself.

What kind of identity does he have that he dares to label himself as a "good guy"?

"hiss--"

Feeling the thorns on his arm, the wanderer turned to look at his arm.

There was a scratch, probably from picking up this little guy.

Theoretically, this level of harm is not enough for the Wanderer to take seriously - but the sting that makes the Wanderer have to pay attention is really strange.

The wound was clearly purple, with traces flowing like lightning.

It's the evil spirit.

There are not many things in this world that can have an impact on God's creation.

What a coincidence, the evil spirit is one.

In the memory, it seems that there are indeed vague memories after being infected with the evil spirit.

That experience was amazing enough——

After being affected by the evil spirit, you will——

......

The girl came out of the bath - Inazuma's thunderstorm day was actually not cold, but sultry, with an indescribable restlessness.

So she came out wearing only a small, close-fitting suspender belt and a bath towel.

Anyway, these days have been going on like this, and the wanderer has gone from a blushing face and strong opposition at the beginning, to a blushing acquiescence now, and sometimes even teasing twice.

But today, as soon as the girl came out of the bathroom and appeared in front of the homeless man, she heard his panicked voice:

"Please, please, do you need me to avoid it?"