"Are you satisfied?"

In a room in a building without doors, windows, corridors, stairs, elevators, and vents, Jun Aikawa said impatiently. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Aresta, who was hanging upside down in a huge glass cylinder, smiled faintly and did not answer.

"Hurry up and answer, idiot!"

Boom!!! Aikawa kicked the glass through a big hole, but strangely enough, not a drop of liquid came out. But it was even better, Aikawa didn't hesitate to put his hand into the liquid, not caring about the disgusting touch, and pulled directly at Aresta's collar. Brutal eyes look through the sunglasses and look at each other.

"For a part of the imaginary math area, artificially implanting self-consciousness to help it materialize, and then instilling the concept of death through the fantasy killer, can make the fantasy that has no self produce the self. And through a series of events, it produces a good personality. Ha, to be honest, you have your style to come up with such a boring plan. But instead of turning Wind Slash into a good person, I would rather see what it would be like for her to become a great evildoer. ”

This is also a strategy to facilitate the control of imaginary math zones. Rather than keeping it in a state of selflessness that doesn't know what it will do, it is better to give it the ability to think, so that it can easily predict its actions, and it can also negotiate or coerce.

It was only at this moment that Aresta, who remained silent, spoke.

Moreover, the wicked are easier to control than the good ones. The difference between the two is only in the method of negotiation.

"Well, I agree with you on that alone. ”

With a disgruntled look on his face, the boy shook off his hand that was not wet and continued.

"But I don't really know what you're trying to do, and what you're doing will definitely end up pointing to a goal, and that's admirable that you can use everything you have at your disposal. But in the process, you are not only interfering with the peculiar point located at the edge (I), but also implicating the datum point in the center (Kamijo Danma). Things will go berserk one day, and you will break down one day, and then it's not as simple as just losing an angel. ”

Or is it that?

"The series of things you created this time are just to bring that angel back? hahaha, if it's true, then please work hard. ”

Aikawa sarcastically said to people who looked like men and women, adults and children, saints and prisoners, but were nothing.

…… Don't bother.

Aresta simply gave such a response indifferently.

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The red-haired priest Steele Magnus walked the streets of London in the early morning, feeling puzzled in his heart.

Street View itself is not anomalous. Stone apartments over 300 years old are lined side by side on both sides of the road, and office workers with mobile phones are hurrying down the old streets. The elderly double-decker bus moved forward slowly, and the roadside workers were busy dismantling the red phone booths, which were also old. The old and the new are blended together, and it's no different than usual.

The weather was also unusual. It's been a sunny morning in London, but the weather in the city changes every four hours, so there are plenty of people with umbrellas on the road. It was a sweltering day. London is known as the foggy capital, and its flirtatious nature is a problem that cannot be ignored in the summer. Intermittent

Constant rainfall and rising humidity, combined with the increasingly pronounced foehn phenomenon in recent years and summer heat waves, can create alarming temperatures. Therefore, there are drawbacks to this sightseeing spot that looks pleasing to the eye. However, for people like Steele, when they chose to live in this city, they had already taken the disadvantages into account, so they didn't particularly mind.

What puzzled Steele was the girl walking beside him.

"Supreme Bishop ......"

"Well, I chose such a simple outfit to not use such a lofty title. ”

Dressed in a simple beige monastic robe, the girl, who looked to be only about eighteen years old, spoke calmly in Japanese. In fact, according to the regulations, the clergy can only use white, red, black, green, purple and decorative gold wires, so the girl actually secretly violated the rules.

I'm afraid that only she thinks that just wearing such clothes can make herself unobtrusive. Because she has crystal fair skin, clear blue eyes, and shiny golden hair that is not surprising even if it is sold in a gem store, she does not fit in with the crowd around her no matter what the circumstances.

Her hair grew surprisingly. The vertical hair extends to ankle height and is folded up to the height of the back of the head, then held in place with a large silver hairpin, then folded down again to near the waist. In other words, the length of the hair is almost two and a half times the height of the hair.

- An old woman who refuses to cut her hair

This sentence flashed through Steele's mind inexplicably, although it was rude, but it was really appropriate.

“…… Were you just thinking about something extremely rude?"

"No, nothing. ”

The morning in London's Lambeth borough was famously noisy, but all around her, the sound seemed to be muffled, almost like being in a solemn church where noise would not be tolerated.

Supreme Bishop of the Church of the Necessity of Evil in the Puritan parish of Zero.

Lola Stewart.

"However, the Supreme Bishop ...... Since you called me to the cathedral, you must be talking about something that no one else can hear, isn't it?"

"What a cautious man, why bother with such trivial matters? Can't you share a stroll with me? The priest who listens to the confessions of women, although it gives people a sense of frivolity, why not be more open-minded?"

(This is a specious way of speaking in ancient Japanese...... ）

-- That old woman's Japanese is stupid.

Steele's mind flashed through words that he agreed with again.

“…… What were you thinking?"

"I believe that the Supreme Bishop will not be obsessed with such trivial matters. ”

What, huh. Lola, with a puffed face, took out two pieces of paper that looked like sticky notes from the chest of her monk's robe, as well as a black strange pen. Steele, who is good at using rune cards, knows what it's for at a glance.

After a while, Lola draws the same pattern on both sheets of paper and pushes one of them to Steele.

Ahh

Steele felt as if the voice was coming directly from his head. Looking at Lola's face, her cherry mouth didn't move at all.

…… Is it a talisman for calls?

Thoughts can be conveyed to the other person without having to speak explicitly.

Well. Steele looked down at the card in his hand. It seems that it was because she suggested that the people around her should not hear the conversation, so Lola specially made such a talisman.

Then it must have been an error in the process of changing the message. It's a bit weird, but it doesn't affect communication, so let's get down to business.

Okay, let's get started. Lola gets straight to the point. Steele, you've probably heard of the Book of Law, right?

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When you open your eyes, you're in an endless ocean.

You can't see anything, but you can see everything. Itself exists on the other side of the name that does not exist.

Looking up, the galaxy in the sky is projected into the field of vision through the water, but not a single bit of the starlight shines into the dark water, as if it is like a mirror, returning all the light. The heavenly scene is even more mysterious.

A stream of heat burst out from the depths of the soul.

――I want to reach out and hold the ethereal galaxy.

――I want to get out of here and look up at the expanse outside.

-- I want to witness everything in this world.

Such thoughts, such longings, not caring about the passage of time, as if forever, there is pure prayer.

I don't know when, the starry sky in my eyes gradually enlarged, and I have surfaced. Stand at the dividing line of the world.

The field of vision was covered by light, and after a while, everything in my body was in full view.

Colorful stars dot the dark night sky, and the surrounding fluorescence flies in the infinite space, and the light in the distance is illuminating the whole world.

The surface of the water beneath your feet is like a mirror, reflecting everything in the sky without a single blemish.

Except for one.

Heads up, the only land in front of you. Not even 50 square meters, a small land.

Verdant and fine grass covers the small land, and the only tree stands in the center, showing its vitality.

There is no rain, but it is full of life. There is no sun, but it can shine on all things in the world.

and - there was a wooden chair, but there was no one.

No, there, on that wooden chair, there was something, but I didn't understand what it was.

Like a white-haired old man, like a strong young man. Like tall trees, like short-lived butterflies.

It's like the embodiment of everything, but there really is only one. Silence, noise, simplicity, exists there.

Shocking, gorgeous, unpretentious, distant.

It was as if I already knew the identity of that person, and he already had a name. No, should it be said that identity is the name itself?

The nameless boy uttered the name.

Its name is -

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