"Where are we going, my dear?"
Darkness appeared around Beelzebub like the smell of a new perfume. The number of her eyes has been made up close to the original number - although the variety of colors has been greatly enriched. The new smell she exudes is also very similar to the old smell. But there was something different - in the old days, she wouldn't usually have peacefully co-existed with him for this long. It’s impossible not to be attracted by the lizard monster paintings and finger bundles. Won't help him compress that map into a recoverable package. Won't help carry it.
There would be no gentle walk up this long flight of stairs with him.
"See the emperor here," Icha answered Beelzebub. Answering the tyrant of hell in a decent manner - this is an experience I have never had before.
"Emperor. All emperors will be me." The new taste was quite close to the old taste, until the Lord of Hell chuckled. Normally she doesn't smile or ask questions in situations like this. "My dear. Where are the people of the man who will be replaced?"
Icha told her. This was innocuous information that he had intended to convey only to Metz - a literal logic that could only hold true in Willy Shaw's feather-stuffed mind: the most important semantics of the location "The Palace of the Stablers". The "Stabilizer" is its emperor. And of course a stable person will do what a stable person does.
This information may be quite boring even for Yimeizi who likes dry forms and will not bring much results. Forget about the Demon King. As Icha told it, I realized that I was fundamentally unsure of the meaning of telling it. It's like saying "chie" to a duck. Beelzebub made a frizzy hum as he listened, but never interrupted him. She didn't break anything.
Usually she does.
New steps grew on the steps. The lights grew brighter one by one, then drowned in the dark perfume.
They came to the curtain. Give gifts to invisible hands. A few buzzing little dots circled behind the curtain. Come around again.
"Nothing."
Beelzebub rustled forward and knocked down the screen without touching it. The heavy piece of metal inlaid stone bounced along the steps, fell into the solid gap, and disappeared - there was no obstacle to catch it, so it seemed that it was not important. They stood on a large, smooth platform that would follow them if they walked sideways. Flies with eyes of different colors slowly spread out on both sides, spreading out the darkness.
"Announce it," Beelzebub said after a moment.
"What are you announcing?" He looked at the main pair of dark red eyes, which were shining with excitement.
"I declare. This place has been occupied by us." Beelzebub said.
not the right time yet. Yi Cha shook his head, preparing for any reaction. There were no usual reactions for him to deal with. When he once again considered whether to seriously consider whether it contained essential changes, a majestic voice just sounded:
"Just be there."
"I see you," said the majestic voice. Tone authoritative. indifferent. Like imperial power itself. "You -" followed by the viscous sound of stirring glue - the invisible ruler should be inspecting his carefully adjusted, stabilized, cleverly connected but never crowded territory from an invisible place. stencil. A job that took several days to complete and was directed by many hand movements.
Stabler checks this job.
The results of the inspection soon emerged: he was satisfied.
"Very good. You can make requests to me now." The emperor of the palace spoke from all directions.
How dare he speak to us like this? Rate us "very good". And let us make demands of Him, like what can He satisfy? Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him or I'll kill you. For a moment, Icha was once again sure that the Lord of Hell would be furious at this. But still like everything that didn't happen - nothing like this happened. He didn't need to worry about it, he just needed to focus on what was in front of him.
"Some places were too far away before." Yi Cha responded politely - naturally not more than the minimum level of politeness to the demon king around him. He can take care of this little thing. "I want them to be true."
Day six, 12 noon. A new time has begun to flow, and the new location certainly requires corresponding preparations. The beginning of the Vientiane Forest is a twitchy logic and a messy secret story. It's also hard to find a new life in a more respectable way.
On the seventh day, new locations had to be rearranged, lest the characters and stories that had lost their first author tumble around and end up where the screen had fallen - an unimaginable place.
He had thought that this should be the case long before Yimetz fell into a logical breakdown due to the author's lack of knowledge and fled from the air in a hurry.
There is no evidence that this plan will work. But it's a plan anyway. He discovered earlier than this that any plan that could be formed was valuable here. They must seize the initiative, although this initiative may not succeed at all, just as Beelzebub, who has restored his numbers, may suddenly adapt to the unnaturalness of the new environment at any time, destroying everything he has done so far...
"And what will happen to you, my dear?"
Yi Cha waited, thinking intently. He barely heard the buzzing sound Beelzebub made as he came closer to his ear. There is no use worrying.
"You don't need to mention it, I will do the same."
Voices from all directions finally sounded again. Lack of volatility. Clearly, the stabilizer's satisfaction does not extend beyond reason. "I very much agree with the new distribution and balance. I can agree to follow it."
"I'm really overjoyed." Yi Chaji said. Pause. "Is there anything else I need to do?"
"No more. I will let everything be as it is. There is no more perfect arrangement." said the majestic voice. "So be it."
"That's it." The emperor here said.
dissipate.
Yi Cha suddenly had a very clear feeling. The stable ones will live very well, much better than before. At the same time he may never appear again.
"What kind of hum is this?"
Beelzebub tilted his head. The darkness is thin.
Icha looked through it and put his eyes on her, wanting to smile. The moment was extremely real and at the same time absolutely unreal. Windows opened one by one from the boundary of the void behind her. Between the windows, textures, textures and glyphs begin to emerge. That's a common thing called a wall. Lamps, devilish words, animal heads, and drops of blood began to form on them.
There was something else in the window. The platform they were on rose upwards. The ceiling receded to both sides and closed again.
In the dark scent of the Lord of Hell, six stars rose and hung in the sky that had just revealed its existence.
