Yanagihara didn't make any comments on Aztod's idea in the end, because she knew that Aztod had already made his own decision, and this decision would not change because of her words.

It's hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, but in a way, people may really need an answer, in an age where the vast majority of people are at a loss.

As for whether Yanagihara believed what Aztodd said, she thought she should be willing to believe it, but she didn't have as much faith as Aztod.

This may be the most fundamental difference between Yanagihara and ordinary people in addition to her body, and it is difficult for her to have any more intense emotions. She was always so calm, but unfortunately this calm was not the kind of indifference that saw everything, but a depression that could not do anything about everything.

As she herself said, in the long-precipitated despair of this era, her heart has long stopped beating, and there is only a dead silence in her eyes.

All of her humanity seemed to have been burned to ashes in the fiasco of that Dark Ages, so much so that now, even the most ardent flame, could hardly rekindle her.

Yanagihara's blood had boiled before, and she still remembered that feeling, that feeling of shouting in the crowd, roaring in front of wild beasts, lighting a fire in the darkness, and advancing in the midst of disaster.

She still remembered the feeling when everyone screamed and charged for survival, when the shouts of victory rang out over the wasteland.

At that time, she was standing in a mountain and a tsunami, looking at the expressions on everyone's faces. They are either unwilling, or angry, or persistent, or proud, but without exception, they are all looking up to the sky and roaring. They all stood between the sky and the earth, and together they made a sound that shook the sky.

At that time, she clenched the blade in her hand, thinking that her body and mind were burning.

It's hard to explain what kind of enthusiasm it was.

But at this moment, looking at the old man in front of her, she thought:

At this time, he should be burning.

For she felt a calm, heat, silent, yet bright enough.

"I'm going to rest first." Yanagihara said and stood up.

"Hmm." The old man responded with a smile, and then said, "I hope you don't expose my lies to others." ”

"There's no need for that." Yanagihara shook his head lightly: "It should be waiting for people to discover for themselves." ”

It should wait for people to discover for themselves that sentence, the future that has not yet been proven.

"Huh." The old man chuckled, tilted his head back and leaned back in his chair.

"Do you think that the first person who discovers a lie will scold me in the future?"

"He'll be angry." Yanagihara raised a frown, then turned to leave.

"But he should continue to persevere."

Because this may be the nature of human beings, contradictory, complex, and always stubborn.

······

Al in the room still didn't feel sleepy, and she didn't fall asleep until Yanagihara returned to the room.

After a simple shower, Yanagihara sat at the head of the bed with her hair wiped and noticed that the girl was still awake, and she shrugged her shoulders helplessly.

She felt that the girl was too timid, this was a problem, and it always needed to be changed, but she should have done something wrong before, and she did not deny it.

"Al, are you still angry?" Looking at the girl with his back to him, Yanagihara casually hung the towel around his neck and asked out loud.

"A little." A few seconds later, the girl's voice came from the bed in a muffled voice.

"Well, I apologize." Yanagihara sat on the edge of the bed and said with a clear and kind attitude.

"As compensation, I can keep watch over you tonight until you fall asleep."

There was silence in the room for a while, until the girl made another sound.

"No, I forgive you."

There's no denying that as a kid, Al is much cuter than most of the imps, well, including Angelica as a child.

Listening to the girl's forgiveness, Yanagihara's expression relaxed a little, and then he spoke again.

"Would you like to hear another story?"

"You're still trying to scare me?" There was some wariness in the girl's voice.

"No, I just wanted to tell a simple bedtime story." Yanagihara was amused for a rare moment, and continued to sit on the edge of the bed and said.

"Because a friend of mine told me that bedtime stories help me sleep."

"Then you can say it." After some hesitation, the girl finally huddled on the bed with the rabbit in her arms and whispered.

"Okay." Yanagihara nodded with a light smile, then raised his head, thought about it, and said, "Then let me think about it, what should I say." ”

“······”

"Why don't I tell you a story about the Flying House."

"Once upon a time, there was a boy who was very adventurous······"

Flying House Travels, this is a movie that Yanagihara liked very much before the disaster, and she has watched it so many times that she is still impressed by the plot in it.

Yanagihara's voice was not bright or clear, but it had a different kind of depth, as if an old man who had gone through the years was slowly telling about the first half of his life.

This gave the story in her mouth a special meaning, and Al listened to it, and felt as if he was actually sitting in that flying room, floating high in the air, circling the world.

The time of a movie is undoubtedly a bit long for a bedtime story.

Yanagihara continued to talk about it for the rest of the night before he finished telling the story.

At this point, the wind and snow outside should have stopped. The room was quiet and there was hardly any sound.

Yanagihara finished the story unhurriedly, then looked at Al who was lying on the bed and asked.

"What do you think?"

The girl didn't answer her, but was answered by the sound of light breathing.

She was probably asleep.

Thinking so, Yanagihara stood up and walked to the girl's bedside.

Looking at the girl's sleeping face, a non-obvious smile appeared on the wanderer's face.

She reached out and straightened the quilt for the girl, and finally whispered.

"Good night, kid, good night."