[Root of Imagination] has fallen.
[God of Alien] is about to come.
In three months, the rewriting of the anecdote belt has been confirmed to end, and the future of the planet has fallen into the hands of the hidden.
But Kilshtalia was not satisfied with this.
He stood up in the empty hall, walked towards the edge of the window, looked down from this height, looking at—
This prosperous and beautiful city.
His face was a little gloomy.
Pan-human history... The sage is too naive, and the beast that calls himself the magic king is too... pity.
They are just a group of idiots who ignore humanity.
Mysteriously cut off, the foundation of the world has been completely handed over to humans for more than two thousand years...
I'll go to challenge.
Challenge a world that no sage can reach in the past two thousand years, and no theory that magician dares to raise.
"Look at it, Marisbilly Animusfia."
He no longer bowed his head for the prosperous city below, but raised his head and looked at the vast starry sky.
"I will complete your talk on the paper."
He turned around and left the corridor.
In the hall, no one can see again.
The hidden people all returned to their own strange belts.
.............
Sunday.
...It's a word I once hated.
It is not because it is still a child, nor because it is disgusting with the joint reactions brought by parents.
That young me endured all the wishes of my parents, and I firmly believed that everything entrusted to me could be accomplished.
So, there is no need to hate it.
There is no need for excessive intimacy.
I just have to walk along the paved road.
......I guess, in the end, I will definitely be like my parents' wishes. I can even reach the sixth element of the superficial one...
I will fulfill this wish.
Family wishes.
The family's compassionate wish.
I already have the power to achieve it.
...But, I still seem to hate Sunday.
I... hate this day spent with my parents in a mansion that I had already lived in.
When I open my eyes in the early morning, I feel that the ceiling in my room is about to press on me.
It's like I'm going to crush me.
This heavy, painful feeling, from opening your eyes to closing your eyes.
I don't hate my parents.
They are excellent people.
I respect them and take pride in them.
Even now, the same is true.
......so.
What exactly is the thing I hate?
......
Open your eyes.
Open your eyes as always.
What I saw was a familiar scene just now.
The white little beast quietly lay next to the pillow, sticking out its tongue and licking its cheeks. The rough feeling made Fujimaru Rika a little awake.
"Fufu...good morning."
After picking Fufu up, Fujimaru Rika also sat up and rubbed her head.
"Fu!"
He rubbed his head against Rika Fufu's chest, and Fufu jumped off Rika Fu's body and ran out of the room in a flash.
Fujimaru Rika ignored Fufu.
As one of the "survivors", this little white beast has always been unobstructed on this submarine that looks like a car.
She raised her head, looked at the narrow room, and sighed softly.
Since then... it has been a week.
Even if Miss Lawrence Leonardo da Vinci's existence can dilute a little sadness, it still...
However, I am still familiar with the environment inside the submarine.
......As well, I am considered a person with excellent adaptability.
Click—
The door of the room was opened, and another girl walked in with the white beast that had run out before.
"Senior, you're awake."
Turning around and closing the door, Mashu shook his head, let Fufu, who was lying on his head, jump onto the bed, and then put the breakfast in his hand on the desk.
"I'm upset, this is today's breakfast."
The breakfast was placed on a plate with an army green iron box on it.
This is military food.
“How many days’ worth of food is left?”
Fujimaru Rika glanced at breakfast and did not go to eat immediately. Instead, she reached her hand under the pillow, patted her side with one hand, and signaled Mashu to sit down.
"There are six days left...ah."
Fujimaru Rika took out a comb made of gems from under the pillow, sorted out Mashu's hair, and combed it.
Mashu's expression was a little dull. He sat there and asked Fujimaru Rika to comb his hair bit by bit.
"...Well! That's all!"
Fujimaru Rika finally got some energy.
"Okay, then now...I'll start!" Putting the comb aside, Fujimaru Rika took a deep breath and picked up the green iron box.
"A week has passed since our time view of the voyage in the world of imaginary numbers."
Mashu picked up the comb that Fujimaru Rika aside and looked at it carefully.
"Although there are no traces of hostile to Chaldeans to stop attacking us... but our supplies are already in a hurry."
"When will this situation last?"
The places where they lived from childhood to adulthood disappeared, and the elders who had been dependent on them died.
Mashu's psychological condition is much more serious than that of Fujimaru Rika.
"What do you say about Law Finch's kiss?"
To be continued...