"Where did he go? Did he leave? Is he not coming back?"
Mir heard Emilia's anxious voice not far away.
"No, he will come back, just like me," this seemed to be Lawrence's voice. It seemed that he had arrived earlier than me. This was inevitable. After everything he had done, he had no reason to continue to stay in that slum. He missed his wife so much.
"Just like you, back, right?" This voice was a little strange, very close to Lawrence's voice, and the tone was a little unbelievable and cautious, maybe it belonged to Angelka.
"Look, he's here," Lawrence's words diverted everyone's attention, only to see an elegant elf in casual clothes, with a faint smile on his face and holding a beautiful dream iris in his hand. There is a white kitten on the head. The cat's belly is pressed against its soft hair in the warm afternoon sun.
Its body was completely relaxed, its limbs were stretched out, its tail swayed lazily, and it purred comfortably. Its eyes were half-closed, staring curiously at the three people in the distance.
Lawrence looked at the white cat in surprise. He had many guesses in his mind, but he would not say them out. In an instant, his expression looked normal.
Anjieka was also attracted by the cute white cat. This lady looked very soft and soft, and her eyes looked like she had been bullied by someone. She was guarding Lawrence.
And Emilia was attracted by the beady iris in his hand. Her heartbeat was a little fast, and her fingers were stirring each other unconsciously. She looked at Mil, with a different kind of brilliance in her eyes, which was bathed in the sun. The figure cast a faint light on him, making his surroundings appear hazy: "You are back, Mir."
"Yes, I'm back." Mir stepped through the gate of the manor and walked toward her step by step. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a charming arc: "Did you know? That flower garden has cultivated another dream iris. I think, You will like it, please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye.”
Emilia's heart beat with Mil's footsteps, and there was a clear blush on her cheeks. She took the Pearl Dream Iris and lowered her head slightly, as if she was ashamed to let others see the blush on her cheeks. , the voice also became a little delicate: "I like it, I will always like it, Mir."
"Meow~" the cat made an intriguing sound, and Anjieka became like a girl who loves to tease, and shouted: "Oh ho~" It seemed that after a day of getting along, the two of them became Good friends.
This voice interrupted Emilia's infatuation, causing her to raise her head suddenly, with her hot cheeks looking directly at Mir. However, after seeing Mir's gem-green, deep and charming eyes, she still He unconsciously looked to the side, his courage was like an inflated balloon, pierced by those charming eyes.
Anjieka showed a little disappointment on her face, but more of an emotion of hatred for steel. Lawrence saw her emotions and gently held her in his arms, making Anjieka's eyes change again. of softness.
"This cat, it's so cute," Amelia tried to change the subject, covering up the redness on her cheeks and her somewhat evasive look.
"It's not an ordinary cat," Mir said, taking the white cat off his head. The cat obediently dropped its limbs and let him pick it up, while its tail was bent between its legs.
"She is a shy little girl," Emilia nodded a little on the tip of her nose.
But after the cat heard this sentence, it let out a cry of shame and anger, as if it was ashamed that it had not covered it up in time, so it was shy after being seen. It swung its hands and feet back and forth, which made Mil laugh and put it on the ground. .
The cat stepped on the ground twice and didn't like it. It jumped lightly to Mil's footsteps and rubbed his ankles affectionately.
But Mir looked at it with his hands crossed: "This is not okay, your mat is stained with mud, and I will not put you in my hair."
"Meow~" The white cat let out a regretful meow and walked on the floor of the manor as if he had given up on himself.
"What a magical kitten." Emilia and Anjieka were both attracted by the kitten. They looked at the lonely cat with curious eyes: "It seems to be able to understand what we are saying."
Lawrence muttered something inwardly, and maybe spoke.
"What's its name, Mil?" Emilia turned her head and looked at Mil curiously, with a hint of playfulness on her cheek: "I can't call it Miss White Cat in the future."
The white cat walked not far away, its ears twitching slightly. When it heard everyone discussing its name, it stopped. The cat turned its head, walked lightly to Mir's feet, and walked toward him intentionally or unintentionally. Rubbed at the ankle.
"Its name," Mir raised his chin and thought. He looked at the snow-white fur of the cat at his feet and patted his head: "Let's call it White Demon."
"Meow~" The cat at his feet meowed happily, seeming very satisfied with the name.
"It seems to like a name very much." Emilia saw the cat's happy posture and couldn't help but want to pick it up, but at this moment, the cat was wrapped in light gray, with little star-like silk threads. It wraps around.
"What's going on?" Seeing this sudden situation, Emilia took two steps back, hid behind Mir, exposed her head, and carefully watched this magical scene.
As for the white demon in the gray mist, there was no trace of fear. Its heartbeat accelerated, its eyes flashed with curiosity and expectation, and its little head was slightly raised, as if to better perceive everything in the gray mist and stars. His hair trembled slightly, not because of fear, but because of joy.
"It is a magical cat," Mir looked at everything in front of him and fell into deep thought. Because there is a god in his body, will the name become a given name?
"It will become your family," at this moment, Ellie's voice sounded in her mind: "Next, you should bless it, a poem full of blessings."
"This..." Mir froze in place, blessing, me? Why not Ellie, because He can't get out? However, in many churches, it is the bishop who blesses believers.
Mir recalled those blessing scenes and composed poems in his mind. He had never written a poem, but after nine years of compulsory education, he could compose one or two.
It didn't take long. Mir took a deep breath. In the surprised eyes of everyone, his voice was sincere and gentle:
In the depths of the universe, I would like to bless you.
Grant you the body of a white cat and endless life.
His hair is like snow and his eyes are like stars.
You will be the most unique existence.
Immortal life, a new self.
No matter how time passes, you will never grow old.
No matter how much death chases you, you will never be annihilated.
You will last forever in the cycle of life.
In the long river of time, you will be eternal.
New life, new journey.
The shackles of the past are gone from you.
You will have endless possibilities and an endless future.
No longer shackles to the world, you are a free white demon.
You will soar in the sky and shuttle through the forest,
You will be the freest creature in this world.
