Original God, looking for the heart

Paimon was obviously at a loss for words and looked towards Airdrop for help.

"Let's send the skirmishers to Mo Bei first." Kong considered Mo Bei's mental state, "If we don't see the skirmishers again, Mo Bei will probably have problems."

Paimon rubbed his temples and looked embarrassed: "In this case, let us personally explain Nasida's side. Nothing will happen if the skirmishers stay with Mo Bei."

"My dear, please wait a moment. Please allow me to return these fruits first." The skirmisher carefully picked up the clean sunken fruits, "That gentleman once took me in in the rain, and I want to do something for him. "

"Eh... take them in?!" Paimon leaned into Sora's ear, "If this is the case, can't we bring back the skirmishers?"

The two decided to follow up first and inquire about the situation. However, the stall owner said that he just saw it raining in the sky and saw that there was no shelter from the rain in the wild. Seeing that the straggler was alone, he conveniently provided a place to hide from the rain.

"Unexpectedly, he followed me all the way and said he wanted to repay me." The stall owner seemed at a loss for this "repayment".

"So, this is not called taking in," Paimon said to the stragglers. "This is called 'helping', which is something that happens between people. And now, there are still people waiting for you to 'help'."

"Hey, go quickly. I hope you can reach the end of this trip."

Seeing that the stall owner agreed, the skirmishers also gave their last thanks before leaving.

--Hospital--

The boy was lying on the bed, looking pale. The loss of his soul has caused irreparable damage to him. Mo Bei's trance-like mind created illusions again and again under the control of his subconscious mind.

He saw the skirmisher coming in from the door, and he blamed him distressedly for how he had ruined himself so much. But - he still couldn't touch him.

...Mo Bei reached out again and pinched the other person's fingertips.

It feels tactile...like a controlled machine, and he moves his eyes dully.

The appearance of the doll is fully visible. The skirmisher's eyes were gentle, completely worried about Mo Bei. Mo Bei had not experienced this feeling for a long time.

"The strange ones." No, skirmishers.

No matter which name it is, it tightly touches Mo Bei's heart, like the strings of a puppet. Everything about him controls all Mo Bei's movements.

……

"...Asan?" "A...san." "Asan!..." Please, answer me...

Mo Bei pinched the soldier's fingertips and opened and closed his lips slightly. But he couldn't make any sound, he could only shrink and shed tears.

The skirmisher knelt down and wiped Mo Bei's tears with his sleeves: "The clothes are clean, don't worry. If you need me, I will always be with you."

Mo Bei opened his mouth. He tried to answer, but could only spit out a puff of gas.

The skirmisher seemed a little at a loss. He stretched out his other hand and patted Mo Bei's back, constantly comforting him.

The nerves were finally relaxed. Mo Bei didn't want to sleep, he was afraid that the stragglers would disappear again when he opened his eyes.

"It's okay, I will stay with you." The soldier seemed to have read Mo Bei's mind and hummed softly to the side.

Sora and Paimon stayed around. This was the first time the two of them had seen such a skirmisher.

"No wonder Mo Bei likes him. If someone hums a song to coax Paimon to sleep at night, Paimon's favor will rise sharply."

"Don't forget what he has done." The implication is, "He is a guilty person."

"Paimon knows."

……

--night--

A black curtain enveloped the world, and everything became quiet.

The skirmisher still kept squatting beside the bed, his fingers tightly clenched by Mo Bei.

When he saw the unconscious young man, his hollow chest suddenly felt shocked. He was pretty sure he had never met the boy.

For some unknown reason, he cautiously stretched out his hand, but it happened to be held by the boy who woke up.

He saw the boy's blue eyes when he opened them. It's beautiful, but it contains a broken feeling of broken light. In a panic, he carefully brushed away the other person's tears with his sleeves, thinking that there must never be any sadness in these eyes again.

It's okay, he'll wait for him to wake up. For the age of wandering, tonight is just an insignificant moment. It's just that... the skirmisher clutched his sleeves and seemed to be feeling a little uncomfortable.

When he came back to his senses, there was a hint of sky blue in his sight.

"Don't leave." This was the first thing Mo Bei said after opening his eyes.

"I won't leave." The skirmisher put up his other hand. He took a deep breath and met Mo Bei's eyes, "Excuse me, can you tell me what happened in the past?"

"Eh……?"

……

——The next day——

When Sora and Paimon visited Mobei again, the skirmishers were feeding Mobei breakfast.

He scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge and blew it again and again. When the temperature was right, he nibbled it and brought it to Mo Bei's mouth.

The scene in front of Sora seemed to be quite a contrast. Although Mo Bei is not the kind of carefree person, seeing him accept others' feeding so gently and eating happily...well...but the impact on him is far less than that of a skirmisher.

The cruel and ruthless fool who kills people without blinking an eye and is in the sixth position... actually has such a gentle side.

It was really useless to worry about Mo Bei before.

"Song, Paimon." Mo Bei gently pressed against the skirmisher's hand and signaled him to stop, "Morning, have you had breakfast?"

"Eat, eat." Paimeng nodded, "Did Mo Bei just get up too?"

"That's right, I chatted with Ah San for a while last night and got up later than usual." Mo Bei moved around, "I've almost recovered."

"Recovering so fast...Is this the effect of skirmishers?"

Mo Bei scratched his head: "Haha... Paimon should know about my healing ability." After saying that, Mo Bei lifted a corner of the quilt, got out of bed and stood up.

"Buzz--" It seemed that it was still difficult to use his legs, and Mo Bei staggered for a moment and seemed to fall down again. Fortunately, the skirmishers had quick eyesight and quick hands, and grabbed Mo Bei.

Following the trend, Mo Beiruan was in the arms of the scattered soldiers.

Pamon quickly covered his eyes.

Mo Bei was also a little confused, but after realizing that he was protected, he leaned on the skirmisher with peace of mind.

Seeing this, Kong coughed twice in embarrassment: "Ahem, we have told Nasida that the skirmishers will come to take care of you before you recover. But you can't leave Sumeru, and the skirmishers can't do bad things anymore. "

"Okay. I'll keep an eye on him."

In order not to disturb Mo Bei, the two left without saying anything.

The soldier helped Mo Bei back to the bed and held his hand: "Is this also the family's responsibility? Have I made a lot of mistakes?"

"You did do something wrong in the past. But as a family member, I will stay with you."

"When we first met, Mo Bei called me 'Asan'. Is this my original name?"

"Skigger. This is your name. But I am more accustomed to calling you Asan. Well... maybe it's because I am the only one who calls you that. What about your current name?"

"A wanderer. It's more suitable for people like me, like a plant without roots."

"Then now -" The wanderer felt the warmth in his palms and smiled at Mo Bei.

"You have a family."

This is a promise made by "family".

……