"In other words, you can control time when you are rescuing people, right?"
Letting the demon twins crawl onto his chest and then lie down, Gaia, without much thought, patted their heads and signaled not to make too much noise on her chest.
"control time?"
"No."
The two little devils continued to laugh and joke, making Gaia a little helpless:
"We are only,"
"It just slows down the dolphin."
oh?
This was beyond Gaia's expectations. I originally thought Miramichi was a very powerful demon who could control the flow of time, but I didn't expect it to be this way.
However, slowing down others to make yourself look fast is a good way to show off.
With this thought passing through her mind, Gaia continued to listen to the story Miramichi told herself.
…
After taking the girl away from the living hell, Miramichi didn't know where to go for a while. In the end, she had to find an abandoned warehouse in the forest not far away and hide the girl here.
Although he is a demon with powerful power, in the past, he relied on his own body to recover. If the damage was serious, the healing ability could be enhanced through fire. Therefore, Miramichi had a headache for the dying girl.
Shouldn't he save this girl on a whim?
With this thought in mind, Miramichi placed the girl on the thatched bed and waited quietly for the sun to rise.
If she survives, her life is good. If she dies due to serious injuries, then her soul will belong to Miramichi. No matter how you calculate it, it is a sure-profit business.
After all, he is a demon. Although Lucifer ordered not to take the life of the contractor, he never said that he would act bravely. It is basically common sense among demons to just leave his contractor to die without saving him.
Unfortunately for both parties, the girl survived the next day and even had a faint consciousness. She could no longer move her legs and her throat could make sounds, but she could not speak words.
Miramichi was very depressed now, but she could only go out to find food for the girl who survived.
After all, it's one thing to refuse to save him, but it's different to take the contractor to a no-man's land and starve to death. He will be severely punished by Lucifer, and maybe the cigarette he smokes next time will contain him. .
After searching nearby for a while, Miramichi returned to the abandoned warehouse with the bread and milk she had stolen from other people's homes. After handing it to the girl, she watched her swallow the bread desperately, and even choked herself because she was too anxious. He patted his chest which was barren due to malnutrition and coughed.
Passing the milk in his hand to the girl, Miramichi fed her and patted her back gently, signaling the girl not to be too anxious.
After breakfast, Miramichi threw the milk jug aside and looked worried at the girl who couldn't move and couldn't even speak.
what to do? It seems that my business has suffered a big loss.
He could only pray that the girl would be unlucky and die early, otherwise he would not know how long he would have to serve her here.
Muttering dirty words about the abyss, Miramichi caught a glimpse of the girl struggling to hold up her upper body from the corner of her eye, trying to move her whole body, and then slowly lowered her head and placed her forehead on the ground.
Understanding that the girl was thanking him, Miramichi was not moved at all. She waved her paw and said in the language of this world:
"Okay, okay, I don't need to thank you so much. It's just a basic contractual relationship, just like mutual benefit and symbiosis. Compared with this, what are you going to do in the future? You know what's going on with your body now, right?"
Crawling back with her hands on the ground, the girl's eyes were full of sadness, and she shook her head blankly to express that she didn't know what to do next.
"Really."
Miramichi pouted in dissatisfaction. Miramichi squatted in front of the girl with unhappiness written all over her face. The girl, who thought she was the reason for Miramichi's unhappiness, moved her body again and wanted to kowtow:
"No, no, no, I'll just feed you for a while. Anyway, to demons, a hundred years is just a few years of your human life. Just think of it as the hard work of acquiring a soul. (Local language)
Tsk, it turns out that being cheap is no good. I thought I could pick up a handful, take you away at night and receive your soul the next day, but I didn’t expect that a mere human being could be so tenacious. (Abyssal Language)"
Thus, the story of the demon sister raising a semi-paralyzed human girl began.
——One month later——
Carrying fruits and vegetables and landing from the sky, Miramichi retracted the wings behind her, scanned around and found nothing unusual, and then entered the abandoned warehouse.
Seeing Miramichi return, the eyes of the girl who was handling the vegetable leaves suddenly shone brightly, and she smiled and waved her arms that were no longer as thin as bamboo poles.
The two of them spent the past month like this. Miramichi sometimes brought some ready-made food, and sometimes brought some fruits and vegetables that still needed to be processed.
Fortunately, the girl grew up in a farmer's family and knew how to deal with these things. After cleaning them up, she used her body movements to direct Miramichi to make them.
Fortunately, Miramichi still had some conscience and stole a set of kitchen utensils, so the girl didn't have a bad stomach due to raw food.
However, in the process of getting along with each other, Miramichi and the girl gradually became familiar with each other. The girl's fear and worry about Miramichi at the beginning turned into acceptance and joy, and Miramichi also changed from the initial fear and worry about Miramichi. Finding it troublesome has become a habit now.
Because the girl couldn't speak, Miramichi took it upon herself to give her an unknown name. No matter how much the girl objected, it was useless. She was so angry that she ignored Miramichi for the whole day.
All in all, this kind of life does not seem to be as torturous as Miramichi initially imagined.
——Half a year later——
Handing a bouquet of flowers to the girl, Miramichi looked at her cheerful face and happy eyes, and nodded with satisfaction.
Sure enough, women all like flowers, they just like different styles.
Just like girls like fresh flowers, I like flowers that bloom from blood.
Looking at the beautiful girl in front of her who was gradually recovering her vitality, Miramichi began to hesitate.
Do you want to go back to the abyss and get something from the same kind that can solve the girl's current situation?
After all, the little girl is in the best period of her life, and it would be a pity to waste it in an abandoned warehouse.
Unknowingly, Miramichi was more than just used to girls.
After much hesitation, Miramichi decided to go back to the abyss first. The wheelchair was worthless in the abyss anyway. There would be too much movement in this world, and the priest was not dead yet.
After making the decision, Miramichi drew a return circle in the warehouse, briefly told the girl a few words, and left this world temporarily.
When Miramichi returned again, what he saw was a fiery red.
Then, in the burning warehouse, a sharp blade made of silver pierced Miramichi's chest from behind.
