Metz put down his pen. "who?"
"Kneel down! Bastard!" A little fly landed on the skull Olympian's head at some point, buzzing with its wings inflated. Yimeiz raised his head, his empty black eyes pointed at Yi Cha.
Icha spread out a hand.
"It turns out to be the Lord of Hell. Ms. Beelzebub. It makes sense." Yimeiz lowered his head and tried to catch the little fly in his hand. The fly buzzed off and landed on Icha's shoulder with disdain.
The original Olympian had no reaction to this, and just asked the demon: "Beelzebub, the Demon of Demons, the enemy of God, the Demon King of Chaos Hell. Where is she?"
Yi Cha pointed to the shoulder with the fly on it. "The devil is here."
Little Fly rubbed his hands and tilted his head to look at his chin.
"I think you know what I'm talking about is the main power and the main consciousness." Metz crossed his hands together, looking quite solemn. "Please come out to the real Beelzebub. According to calculations, at this time, the cooperation rate of creatures with the same origin as us will increase significantly. I will also adopt a cooperative stance. There is a high probability that it will be beneficial to have one more mind thinking with us. ."
"She has no brain," Icha said shortly. If we take the original Olympian's serious attitude as a standard, his attitude is completely unsatisfactory. This attitude irritated the little fly.
"Buzz!! I'll kill you! Echaint!!! Burn you to ashes!!!" it shouted, waving its hand on the same side.
"Burn me to ashes." Icha repeated lazily. Show your hands to Metz. The Olympian looked at them intently, his face expressionless due to lack of protein. But he was clearly trying to understand the message of the bizarre interaction.
"learn."
Metz said - he may have understood it, or he may have just modularized the scene in front of him and incorporated it into the database. Judging from the next question of the Olympian, it can be seen that it is mostly the latter:
"It doesn't matter." He shook his head - indicating that he was very unsure of what he said. "Brain and wisdom. I think the sum of you and me is enough to cope with most situations. What we really need is breakthrough power. The power that will lead us to break through the 'group', even break through the Vientiane Forest, break through the power of the author..."
From this we can conclude that the powerful power of the Lord of Hell is what we urgently need. Let Ms. Beelzebub bring it to us. "
"Dear Ms. Beelzebub's strength is all here." Yicha pointed to the shoulder with the fly on it. "It's buzzing like crazy." Hearing these words, the little fly flew up and down and buzzed even more irritably. "You're dead!! You're dead!! Echaint!!!"
"I'm dead." Yi Cha repeated.
No matter what Imetz's expectations were, the interaction between the two of them was beyond these expectations. The original Olympian mage put away his prepared answers and observed them carefully for a while. His bony skull made the sound of a machine specializing in extracting heat from coal. His withered fingers were clasped on the pen, but he didn't write a word for a long time.
"I think I should know something," he said after a pause. Came to a standstill again. Think about your words. Yi Cha looked at him a little funny and decided to stop this exam that the original Olympian was destined to fail.
"I have facts I want to add," he said, raising his hand.
"Please speak." Yimeizi's tone became obviously relaxed.
"The fact is that the main power and main consciousness of our Demon Queen are not here yet. Obviously. She should have been separated somewhere in the Vientiane Forest."
Yi Cha tapped the little fly's head with the tip of his paw to calm her down - this behavior was partly successful and partly unsuccessful. The little fly jumped up, grabbed his finger and gnawed at it angrily, almost biting off a piece of dead skin. "According to Willy Xiao's elusive logic, if nothing else happens, her original position in the Vientiane Forest should be with me."
"it's here?"
"Not necessarily in the 'Stabilizer's Castle'. Not even the original location that Willy Shaw intended to assign us. Well. That part is an estimate. Not a fact.
I think this might have been just a target point set by Willy Shaw. Those unlucky ones who are trapped. They want to be here for more than just their gut feeling that they want to come and meet me. Presumably there is also the call of the place itself at play.
Regarding this location...don’t we have a pretty clear understanding of the environment here? I mean besides the horrible decoration - there was a lot of junk stored in the room, of all kinds. Raw materials, equipment that has not yet been put in place, unfinished mechanisms, half-finished design drawings, holes under the floor tiles...
Clearly, whatever Willy Shaw's original design for the place was, it was not yet complete. In other words, this is actually a place that will be opened later in the story of Willy Shaw. "
"This part is consistent with my calculations. This information is related to each other. Although it cannot achieve 100% mutual support, it is enough to show that there is such a possibility." Metz nodded in response. The topic returned to familiar territory.
"What kind of nonsense is he talking about? Ichaint?" The little fly put down his paws and raised his head.
Yicha quirked the corner of his mouth at Metz.
"What an honor," he said. "Then I'll move on. I'm going to propose a hypothesis here: Very Shaw, and his so-called 'authorial power,' does not control all of us."
Metz paused cautiously for a few seconds.
"An hour ago," he began. "If you told me this hypothesis. I would judge it to be an error caused by a positive desire to survive. But now... I will think that it has a probability of being correct that cannot be ignored."
"You can only think so. So there is no need to spend more energy on it." Yi Cha stretched his waist. "You can only think that a clear mind and a strong will partially free us from the manipulations of the author's power. The same thing happened to my noble Queen - why that is, I don't know." He said in The little fly returned to the topic smoothly before reacting:
"Me, you, and His Majesty Beelzebub are not in the place arranged by Willy Xiao." He stretched out a hand. "Through some means, I have established communication with Her Majesty the Queen. But it is only communication at the moment. Most of her power and main consciousness are still happily performing rare entertainment activities in a certain interstellar space."
"Is there a way to summon her here?"
"That's all I summoned." Yicha poked the little fly. "Not 100% Her Majesty. But it's better than nothing, right?"
"Previous data tells me that this is not a question worth answering." Metz was not stumped this time. "Not good news. Then our progress is minimal."
"It's pretty big," Icha said. stand up. "follow me."
(End of chapter)
