The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"You were able to survive the impact of the Holy Light, but even so, your ending will not change."

After all, Gail was different from those ordinary church knights. Even though his vitality was drawn, his body still stood on the ground.

No, there is not even a trace of living breath left in his body. I am afraid that even his spirit has merged with the shadow of the god. When the holy light disappears, he will also disappear together.

Gale stared at the boy indifferently, and the huge shadow of the god seemed to listen to his request. After a brief silence, the blazing "sun" launched another attack on the boy.

Although Remilia's injuries were miraculously healed, she herself had lost the ability to fight and could only watch reluctantly as the boy was engulfed by the holy light.

The holy light crashing on the ground did not wipe out the boy, but left behind a boy covered in white flames with a broken body.

Although his body has become tattered, the boy's expression is still as calm as ever.

It looked like he would be burned out by the holy light in the next second, but he still smiled at Remilia indifferently and said: "Really, I originally thought I could stay a little longer, but you are worthy of it, Remilia." Ya, I actually absorbed all the power left by the sharp gun, but this way, I can completely feel at ease."

"Oni-chan, you" The sudden separation made Remilia feel her nose sour, and something uncontrollable was gushing out of her eyes.

Even if she already knows it, she still can't change it. This is the cruelty of fate - for the first time, Remilia hates her "intuition" that is so accurate and scary.

"Don't worry, didn't we agree, I will protect you."

The young man smiled and turned around, leaving Remilia with a distant figure. He raised his head, looked at the tall shadow of the god, and then turned his eyes to Gale, who was still not completely dead.

After a short silence, the boy said something like this: "Congratulations, knight, you have won this battle."

Having said that, the young man opened his arms, with the blazing holy fire still spreading all over his body. He just stared at the knight with eyes that gradually lost their warmth. At the last moment when his body disappeared, he said calmly: "So, disappear with satisfaction."

After the young man finished speaking, his body was completely swallowed up by the holy light. But at this moment, a change occurred. A strange ripple appeared in the space where the young man disappeared.

puff.

It was as if a hole had been poked into the space, and bottomless cracks began to burst out along the hole. Then, the night sky peeled off piece by piece like a broken mirror.

The cracks connected the sky, distorted colors spread all over the world, and the endless abyss would swallow even the light, and it was impossible to even see it.

Incomprehensible, unobservable, the broken sky seems to have turned into some kind of creature in another dimension, existing there in a way that the living cannot recognize.

Here, the concept of power seems to be blurred. The shadow of the gods launched countless attacks against the broken sky, but the holy light seemed to be denied, and it had lost its original light before shining.

Tick ​​tock.

I don't know when, a figure appeared on the ground, as if it had always been there. He had the same appearance as the young man, but the inner difference was like a chasm.

The blue flame wrapped around his hand, and the phantom of the god was like a helpless child in front of the flame. It was deprived of even the right to cry out and was burned out after just one encounter.

Gale, who had completely lost his life, fell straight down. His face was full of fear of the unknown. Even until his death, he could not understand what the young man's existence meant to the world.

Snap.

As if signaling the end of the performance, the boy snapped his fingers, and the broken sky, distorted colors, and blue flames all disappeared into the world below the living, like a dream.

Only the figure of the boy fading away under the cold moonlight remained.

"End," declared the end of the battle with two simple words. The boy patted the non-existent dust in his hands, turned around again and said to Remilia: "It's time to say goodbye."

".Are you leaving?" It seemed that she had expected it. Remilia was not surprised, but her sadness was honestly unable to be hidden. She asked with a trembling voice: "Why?"

"Probably because the time has come," the young man shrugged helplessly: "In other words, you will be able to make people feel at ease by yourself next time. The witch lady over there should have already guessed this, right? "

Even if she recalled the incomprehensible battle just a little bit more, her head felt like it was going to explode, so Patchouli selectively forgot about the boy's power, which even the gods could easily play with.

But after hearing the boy's question, Paqiuli, who had just recovered from the shock, just showed such an expression.

"The familiar."

She said the key point in one sentence: "There is no familiar that can appear in the world without relying on magic power. If your master does not need to provide you with power, then there must be something to replace it."

Hearing this, Remilia suddenly looked at the magic gun still in her hand. It no longer had the amazing demonic power when she first saw it, and what was left was only the calmness that was completely integrated with her. .

Looking back now, the boy was not summoned by himself from the beginning, but was attracted by this magic gun and appeared in this world.

In other words, from the beginning, the object that provided the boy with real magic power was this magic gun. When Remilia absorbed all the power in the magic gun for her own use, the boy without the magic power supply, Disappearance is also a matter of course.

This is also the future that she sees from her destiny, and it is also the future that Remilia least wants to accept.

In this battle, she will lose the most important thing about herself. It is precisely because she does not want her cherished treasure to be taken away unreasonably, so she chooses to completely merge all the power of the divine gun with the gods. The phantom, no, is to contend with fate.

But what is dramatic is that it was precisely because he had completely absorbed the power of the magic gun that the boy eventually disappeared.

As a result, everything is in the arrangement of fate.

With a powerless anger rising in her heart, Remilia suddenly pounced on the boy in front of her, hugging him tightly with both hands and burying her head in his arms. At this moment, she felt weaker than ever before.

"Don't leave, okay?" Remilia begged, her warm tears soaking the boy's clothes.

"Sorry." The only thing the young man could do seemed to be to apologize.

He touched Remilia's head and said bitterly: "I have no way to stay here. For you and your world, my existence is distorted and a fallacy that must be eliminated. Same as that knight."

He said helplessly: "We are all beings who should not appear in your world. Therefore, in order to eliminate these fallacies that should not exist, I will answer the call and completely eliminate the source of chaos in this world."

"No," Remilia denied the boy's words, and said firmly: "Our destinies are connected. I can feel that it is inevitable that you and I will meet."

"...Maybe so."

The young man showed a smile that he didn't know whether it was relief or worry: "But this is also one of the reasons for the twist. The encounter between you and me has been... from the beginning."

"Stop talking!" Remilia interrupted the boy rudely.

He opened his mouth, but under Remilia's tearful eyes, he was unable to speak.

Like a competition, silence spread between the two of them until Remilia's tears slid down her cheeks. She gritted her teeth and asked in an unquestionable tone: "Hey, Onii-chan, are we still here?" Will we meet again?"

No, because after the distortion is corrected, all wrong world trajectories will be restored, and the lines of fate that should have passed by each other in parallel will no longer have the possibility of intersecting again, and you will soon forget about me. exist.

In the end, it was just a dream.

As Remilia watched, the boy was unable to tell the cruel truth.

"Yes." The boy smiled.

That was not a complete lie, but entrusting this pure feeling to a misty miracle.

Even fate cannot be observed, even the world can be surpassed, that is the power of miracles.

"Perhaps, somewhere in the future, we will meet again. In the cracks of the world, in the place of miracles that cannot be touched by rules, we may meet again." Together with this regret of his, he pinned it on miracles, The young man said with relief.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Remilia laughed through her tears, and solemnly said to the boy, "Then, Oni-chan, come pull the hook."

The boy was stunned for a moment, then smiled and stretched out his little finger.

The two little fingers, one big and one small, hooked together, and the boy and Remilia looked at each other. At this moment, she already understood the meaning of this action.

This is definitely not a farewell, Onii-chan, you said that you will protect me forever. This was decided from the moment our destinies were connected, so this is definitely not a farewell.

So, sure, at some point in the future, we will meet again.

"After that, the girl gradually grew up. In order to be recognized by the boy when we met again, she kept her physical age at that moment forever. So, many, many years later-"

"Did that girl meet the boy again?!"

"Yes, they met, in the distant future, after that -"

"The girl and the boy lived a happy life, right? Are they married? Like a prince and princess, living in a palace?"

"Well, that's not the case. They live in a mansion and are not married. Due to some historical issues, the young man was demoted from the housekeeper to a servant this time."

"Eh-why, this isn't fun at all!"

The girl was rolling around on the bed, seemingly dissatisfied with the ending of the story, while the boy on the side just smiled bitterly, closed the storybook in his hand, and made some promises that he would revise the story before he could barely appease the noisy girl.

After spending a lot of effort, he finally coaxed the girl who loved to listen to stories to fall asleep. The young man quietly exited the room. Who knew that someone was already waiting for her outside the door.

"Is Fran asleep?" she asked.

"Well, I finally got over it," the young man let out a helpless sigh, weighed the storybook in his hand and said, "As a result, where did I find this story? It doesn't seem to be Miss Patchouli's style, and This ending"

"Ang? Wu Ye, do you have any opinions on this young lady's story?" She showed her fangs at the corners of her mouth and proudly raised her flat chest: "This is a story that this young lady wrote based on her own inspiration. I wrote it yesterday. The dream feels quite real.”

"What? It turns out it was you who wrote it, Remilia. Then there's no problem. Also, you actually have such a dream, pfft." Takeru also showed a natural expression, which made Remilia very surprised. unhappy.

"Hey! There's no problem with what this lady wrote! Also, what did you mean at the end?!" Remilia had a faint tendency to go berserk.

"Sorry, sorry, but the protagonists of this story have no names, and the settings of the characters, the demon vampire, the two sisters, the witch, the maid, are you writing the story with everyone in the Scarlet Devil Mansion as the background? Right?" Wu Ye tried to ask.

"." Remilia was unnaturally silent.

"Could it be true?" Wu Ye scratched his chin and asked sheepishly.

"Stop, don't be verbose! Do you have any objections to the fact that this lady is based on reality?" Probably because she felt ashamed, Remilia blushed a little too much and seemed a little angry.

"That's not true, but in this case, could the young man in your story be based on me?" Wu Ye pointed at himself and asked.

"I say, there must be a limit to being shameless," Remilia glanced at Takeya and said disdainfully: "The protagonist in my novel is so powerful that even the gods of the church can easily be defeated with Gungnir. It exists."

"As for Gangnir, I can do it too. Look, here comes the gun -" Wu raised his hands in dissatisfaction, and the brilliance of the magic gun flashed away and landed steadily in his palm: "Gangnir Grenier’s summons was successful.”

"Give me back! You thief!" After snatching back her own Gangnir, Remilia glared at Takeya and said fiercely: "My hero has been protecting me from the beginning to the end. 'Oh, he's not a naughty guy who only knows how to commit petty theft!"

"What, when it comes to my determination to protect you, I'm not bad at all, eh." Wu Ye paused for a moment, his expression a little strange, and it seemed that these words were a bit of a confession.

"Really?" On the other hand, Remilia didn't feel shy at all. She just glanced at Takeya who looked embarrassed, and said with a smile: "Then you try to protect me."

"Oh! Then just watch carefully."

"Eh~ It's very impressive. I'm looking forward to it, Takeya."

"Huh? Shouldn't you call me Onii-chan now?"

"You're trying too hard, you bastard Takeya! Who would call you Onii-chan!" Stomping, Remilia ran away, and she was still shy after all.

Fin