"We killed him!" the little fly buzzed, proudly explaining what he was doing. But she quickly changed her goal - the goal was not important, only the process of killing was important. Golden eyes roared in, interrupting this process that she was proud of. She changed her goal to it.
"Ezhaint——" The soft voice spread.
"We buzzed and killed him!" The soft voice was interrupted by a violent voice.
At eight fifteen minutes and five seconds, the storm of small wings separated from the skeleton, gathered into a fist, and struck at the majestic eye that had just broken through the mirror and shone brightly.
boom.
Dear. A sweet explosion. Every blast is kind and sweet and a great way to cleanse. Little flies hovered in the sky, dancing a dance of victory. The golden eyes were cleaned out. Gooey shards spattered against the bone pattern of the pillars.
"Devil-" The fragments seemed to be still alive, making a faint buzzing sound. The little fly stopped celebrating and came immediately upon hearing the sound. Each little gray dot raised its two front legs to pick up each little golden dot, ready to eat them.
"Don't eat it." Yi Cha fell from the second floor. "It's a little too nutritious and makes you less badass."
"It's buzzing like this? Then I don't want it~~" The little fly let go of its front feet in disgust and rubbed their hands together. Sticky golden rain fell to the ground. The flies were piled up one after another and became the same fly, landing affectionately on the devil's shoulder. "Honey." Its wings folded and its hum became lazier. "I feel much better now."
"Comfortable. I guess what Your Majesty wants to say is evil." Yi Cha turned his head and said softly.
"Super evil buzz. Super evil." The little fly responded obediently, rubbing a little foot on his shoulder. "It felt good to kill him. It's nice here. My dear. You're the best. We're always together. Always together."
"Always together. So, Your Majesty, do you want to stay here forever?"
"Oh. Oh. My dear, I like the way you talk nonsense the most. It makes me want to kill you the most." The little fly buzzed with a vague smile. "Of course not. I want to occupy more, seize more, and kill more - who should we kill next?" It flapped its wings, but the amplitude was too slight and it did not fly.
"There's nothing left to kill for now." Yi looked at its ash-like little wings. "If there is any, I will let you know as soon as possible."
"Don't you dare? Absolutely not. My dear." The little fly's voice became quieter, and compared to the noise just now, it was even quieter. Icha flicked it. It casually bit his finger.
"Would you like a break, my most ferocious, evil queen?"
"The great evil never rests. Evil is everywhere and pervasive -" The little fly became serious, and his dark kingly aura was revealed.
Then it fell asleep.
There was a rustling sound not far away. Yi Cha put the little fly back into his pocket and turned to look.
The broken skeleton slowly crawled out from the broken pieces of the calculation table. Compared with before, Metz obviously lacked some parts - apart from his dignity and almost all his belongings, the most noticeable thing was a leg - he rummaged through the ruins. Yi Cha didn't say anything, watching as the original Olympian mage casually found a table leg and put it together, then walked staggeringly in front of him.
They stared at each other for a moment. It's half past eight.
"Thanks to you. Great mathematician." Yi Cha shrugged.
There was no expression on Metz's face.
"Thank you." The skeleton paused for a few seconds and said. "If you want me to understand what you're doing and say thank you, we might as well assume that I've said it. Demons don't need rest. The Lord of Demons never does. So you gave Ms. Beelzebub a break. . Not to mention..." He glanced coldly at the golden remnants. "There's no denying that you've been controlling things - in situations that are very difficult to do."
"That's not true. I like to rest. And the blood of our queen and I are linked together by a dark contract, so this and that..." Yi Cha suddenly smiled.
"You know what? I rarely feel like there are things not to share. This is one of those things that doesn't need to be shared. No. No no. Let's get back to the less serious stuff. It's you who need to be thanked."
He turned around and looked at the golden remnants thrown on the floor - they seemed to have not completely lost their lives, and were slowly squirming together - but the speed was too slow, at 8:32 At that time, it just moved from the edge to the center.
Yi Cha raised a hand and let its shadow fall on the few relatively plump golden remnants that were about to come into contact. They were like toads that were stepped on under the floor, with their stomachs exploding and their legs kicking on the ground, twitching twice. Moved.
"What cliché did I just say?"
The devil retracted his hand and turned his faint gaze back. "Oh. Let me finish.
Thank you for the first time. You did not succumb to the atmosphere - even though it is so important here, I have to use it and you. Thanks a second time, thank you for your actions in making it easy for me to take advantage of. You demonstrate free will. The path of self-chosen. The glorious road to the Mathematical Olympiad. The path of the dead. This means that you have no growth, are boring, boring, and lack the embodiment of any technique. You are definitely not a qualified arcane story character and Willy Xiao's favorite choice. Thank you for the third time. In the beginning, you only came to the Vientiane Forest because of a little coincidence, or just to make up for it, or just a mistake, but you are still standing here. So thank you. Great actuary. "
"According to the database, you're going to bribe me here with words like 'You're a treasure to the world.' Take Zint."
"Uh no. You're trash. I just hinted at it. Mind our premise. Thank you useless trash. Thanks again. Ugh. I'm starting to feel sick about that word."
"You are so grateful. Is it because I am still standing here?" The wooden leg of the original arcana mage is longer than the other leg, which makes his standing posture look quite ridiculous - if he has shown majesty and authority at any time before, It's all gone now. But he did still stand before the devil.
"You put yourself here."
Metz was silent for a while.
"I understand," he said. "You mean, I'm out of Willy Shaw's control. I'm no longer in the arcane story. So why am I still here?"
“What matters is not the fact that you are there or not, but how you feel about it.”
"I can tell you right now that I don't buy into that overly subjective view."
"Yes. Just like this." Yi Cha smiled easily. "How do your new eyes feel?"
(End of chapter)
