[Comprehensive] Chaos and evil don't want to forget it!

10.99 (!)

(prelude)

Rananda gave some attention to the world.

The fact that she was taken captive to the underworld really surprised him—she was kept by his hand and put in front of his eyes, but she disappeared in an instant.

Even he couldn't help feeling cold in his heart.

It happened that the spirit was in the human world, so let's deal with the "follow-up" that she didn't bother to care about and had already escaped.

After all, among these people, there is no existence that has passed the light.

……

"What are you sad about?" Nefertari squatted down, holding her face in her hands and curiously looking at the high priest beside her. The wild flower in her hand was almost bald by her.

"A friend who has been talking to you every day for more than ten years and who is almost obedient to you and who is no different from your father suddenly ignores you for more than seven days. What will you do?"

The girl who seldom talked to Nefertari suddenly raised her head, staring at herself with eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. She almost didn't think about the long series of words, but fortunately she reacted quickly.

Nefertari had a feeling of being unexpected.

You see, this high priest who seems to be living in her own world all the time, who else can bother with her closest Sun God.

Although it is God's word, Nefertari can't make any comments, but for Lizka, if it is just a "friend", Nefertari can pretend not to know the real identity of that person to answer.

"Are you having a conflict?"

Fujimaru Tachibana silently moved his gaze away for a few seconds.

"I called him father and he told me to shut up."

Even Nefertari, who had always been as close as a girl next door with a soft smile on her face, couldn't help but twitch her brows.

Um……?

"Are you not a father-daughter relationship?"

"Of course not." Fujimaru Tachibana raised his fingers and rolled up the hair on his shoulders, and he seemed a little short of breath as he spoke, "But I am also an orphan myself, and I don't have a father."

"Eh?" Nefertari was stunned, as if she didn't expect this high priest to have such an identity. She thought for a while and asked, "Then is he angry?"

"The tone doesn't seem to be there, but he has ignored me for seven days." Fujimaru Tachibana thought for a while.

Nefertari looked at her: "Did you ignore your words?"

Fujimaru Tachibana paused.

"I don't seem to be looking for him either...but he told me to shut up first!"

"Does that mean he doesn't want you to call him father?" Nefertari laughed.

Fujimaru Tachibana analyzed slowly: "It seems reasonable, is he called old? But he is already quite old... Hey, but I don't seem to be young anymore." Her eyes froze.

"No, I think I'm still young...I'm 16 forever."

Nefertari: "...the age of women is a secret."

"...Obviously he is the guy who won't get angry when he is called grandpa." Fujimaru Tachibana sighed.

Nefertari's eyes moved, and she looked at the golden water lily that had been floating on the shoulder of Fujimaru Tachibana. It was particularly eye-catching because of its dazzling and gentle light. She pointed with her finger and asked, "This is it?"

"Don't touch... I'm afraid I'll hurt you." Fujimaru Tachibana held the flower with his fingers, "I can't control the flowers that are condensed, and I can't pinch the effect, but if it's this one, I can't help it." For you."

"It's beautiful."

"I thank you for the compliment in his place."

After this conversation, the high priest was obviously in better spirits, and even Ozymandias, who thought she was paralyzed by the flower pond and exuded a sluggish breath, praised Nefertari with emotion.

"pull!"

【Uh-huh? ] He looked as if he hadn't reacted yet, so that he replied twice unusually.

【What's wrong? 】

Fujimaru Tachibana, who saved lamp oil in the room entirely by the water lily for lighting, collapsed on the armchair as usual.

"You haven't talked to me for eight days, are you picking someone else up again, are you going to have a new high priest..." As she spoke, she continued the plot of spontaneous imagining.

【Um?eight days? ] La also seemed to be taken aback.

"Yes." Fujimaru Tachibana nodded deeply.

[I don't know, there is no pick-up, no new high priest. 】

Only then did Fujimaru Tachibana realize something.

Pull, there is no concept of time.

Yes, she watched the sun rise and set most of the time, and she didn't have any sense of time at first, but it seemed that she hadn't talked to herself for a few days because of calculations, so she wrote down a few days.

So, what did she do this week.

Is it a shame?

[I dealt with the follow-ups that you dealt with before. You don't have to worry about these problems in the future. This time it can be regarded as my omission. 】

La said calmly and indifferently, as if doing it casually.

"Actually...it has nothing to do with you." Fujimaru Tachibana blinked and curled up her legs.

"That's right, La."

【Um? 】

"I suddenly thought of a question. Pyramids, that is, mausoleums... I think it is also suitable for sleeping."

Ra heard her speak seriously.

[It's best not to, the tomb is easy to be stolen. ] He analyzed rationally.

[And there are bugs, many of them. 】

La remembered clearly that although she was not afraid, the dense bugs still gave her a headache in a sense.

"Forget it." Fujimaru Tachibana sighed, and changed the subject, "Speaking of which, after my soul went to the underworld—it's so cold, there's a gust of wind, and there's death air everywhere."

[You are a living person, so naturally. 】

Fujimaru Tachibana's eyes lit up, and she suddenly became interested in this proposition: "Is there any way to keep warm even after I die!"

【…】

"Is there not?" Seeing that La did not speak for a long time, she seemed to be a little disappointed with her lowered eyes, "Although life is very tiring, it will still be very uncomfortable if it is so cold after death."

【...Yes, but you don't need to know now. 】

"Eh? Then when can..." Fujimaru Tachibana suddenly stopped in the middle of her words, her pupils shrank and she became quiet.

The room was silent.

The warm glowing water lily floated to her fingertips, as if it had bloomed from her hands.

"I do not want to know."

Her tone suddenly became cold and hard, and she stopped talking.

"I don't want to know."

"enough."

(Interlude)

On the second day after that, Fujimaru Tachibana bid farewell to Queen Tuya and set off on the road alone.

That's right, alone.

"Is there really no need for a convoy escort?"

The high priest was expressionless and indifferent: "The convoy escort, are they protecting me, or am I protecting them?"

Nefertari looked at her closely and expectantly.

"Come back later!"

"Although I don't want to spoil the fun, but to be honest, the high priest rarely returns to the capital, and many of them stay in the temple all their lives..." Fujimaru Tachibana supported his forehead and said, "But it's not impossible if you want to."

"I will work hard." Nefertari clasped her hands and looked at her with bright eyes, and nodded extremely seriously.

Then Fujimaru Tachibana looked at Ozymandias who was a little impatient but did not reveal anything on the surface, and the relatively thinner golden pupils looked down at her.

"Prince." She showed a very serious expression, which made Ozymandias, who originally thought she would be perfunctory, raise his eyebrows.

"I know you are very interested in architecture—but you can tell by looking at your bookcase, but don't come to attract the attention of my temple over there, nor the surrounding ones." Fujimaru Tachibana raised his forehead, "I I hate the sound of construction, although I don’t sleep very much, but too much tossing will give me a headache, thank you.”

Ozymandias snorted lightly, then laughed.

"Hmph, hum ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, this is not up to you."

"If you make me have a headache, don't be surprised to see me lying on your bed in the middle of the night, Your Highness Ozymandias."

"Yu is looking forward to that scene."

Two people are at war.

No, it was Ozymandias' unilateral oppression with some joy and anticipation, Fujimaru Tachibana sighed and said goodbye.

The high priest of Ra finally returned to the temple. It seems that travelers have finally found a harbor and regained their former leisure time.

"Lord Lizka—!"

Ah, the familiar voice of Chiara calling.

Fujimaru Tachibana leaned against the statue as usual, half-closed his eyes and sighed.

"Why did you come back so late! It's too much! Leave everything to me—"

Fujimaru Tachibana thought, even if she came back, everything would be pushed to Chiara, but for some reason, Chiara always relied on her as her backbone.

Well, I'm still a child after all.

...Fujimaru Tachibana was suddenly alert.

Wait a minute, she's still a kid too.

"hateful."

【how? 】

"My heart has become old without knowing it, what should I do!"

【...Are you serious? ] Ragh paused for a few seconds before asking.

It's better to just listen to the tone of her talking to herself, and I don't feel that her heart is old.

"I, super, seriously."

【Then, is there anything you want? 】

"Eh? Ask me this at this time..." Fujimaru Tachibana was stunned, but immediately analyzed again, "No, in fact, asking for it like this actually feels like a child.

Ra didn't want to be praised for this, of course, but he didn't speak.

But it has been so long, and Fujimaru Tachibana couldn't find the answer to this question at once.

Because she basically said everything she could say in her impression.

So she fell into thinking.

"Hey, do you know the habits of hamsters?"

[You mean? 】

Fujimaru Tachibana's eyes suddenly lit up, as if thinking of something: "Hamsters don't hibernate, so they will stuff all kinds of things into their nests in winter, and finally pile up a hill—but human beings are different."

She sat up with her hands supporting her upper body and smiled.

"Human beings are generally possessive, gems, clothes, rights, and want to keep everything for themselves."

"...I used to be a human too."

"That's great, possessive."

Fujimaru Tachibana saw herself stretching out her hand toward the sky outside the door, and the light shone on half of her body, but because of the angle of the eaves, her other side was still in shadow.

The white hands seemed to be covered with a layer of golden yarn because of the warm light.

"I want light."

……

………………

Fujimaru Tachibana woke up suddenly.

The glass of juice on the side of the table fell to the ground because of her subconsciously swaying her arm, making a crisp sound.

She stared blankly at the orange liquid spilled on the ground, and the shards of glass inadvertently cut her finger, but it returned to its original state in the next second.

"Dream? Why suddenly...have a dream from so long ago."

This is her room, she is alone, and the whisper sounds very clear and hollow.

"……what."

There was a knock on the door.

"Master? What's wrong?"

"……nothing."

She failed to hold the light.

The light is broken, like the cracked glass on the ground.