For Gilgamesh, childhood was not a good memory. Rather, if she could, she would rather be born in a more ordinary family and live an ordinary life, worrying and laughing like an ordinary girl, rather than live there in luxury.

Humans are just a bunch of beasts dressed in the skin evolved from monkeys, but that skin makes their ** more tactful and more disgusting.

From a very young age, she already understood this. So after "that incident", she looked down on the species.

"It's just a bunch of mongrels. They don't deserve to be called human. ”

Gilgamesh looked at her standing in front of him in silence, chewing on the phrase repeatedly, and finally repeating it softly.

In front of her, she was wearing a snow-white dress, which was the same as the one on her body. However, the size is smaller and whiter. A little red face showed coldness and numbness that did not match his age, only the eyes that were red and almost dripping blood still showed a trace of confusion that could not be erased.

"What about you? Are you human? She suddenly looked up and looked at Gilgamesh blankly, "Or something else." ”

Gilgamesh opened his mouth, but found himself unable to answer.

She didn't seem to be expecting this answer either, nodded to herself, and continued, "I have nothing left, what do I have left?" There is nothing left. ”

Gilgamesh bowed his head, still responding with silence.

She looked up, and there was a bit of struggle and pain in her eyes, her delicate cheeks like a doll's distorted slightly, and two lines of tears flowed down her eyes. She stretched out her hands to hold on to something, but she could only touch Gilgamesh's waist in front of her. But she still stretched out her hand as best she could, trying to touch the higher ground, and stood on her little feet, leaning on Gilgamesh.

"Now, tell me. Why, why are you the only one left? She asked, crying.

Gilgamesh's eyes were a little confused, and he woke up suddenly, only to find that the huge plain around him was gone, and the river that had sent him here was gone, and there was nothing. There was only darkness around, and she was leaning on her in sorrow.

Really, there was nothing left but her and herself.

But hasn't there always been just one person?

Gilgamesh reached out and gently wiped the tears from her face, moving as gently as if he were treating a lover and a fragile object. The face that is not at all different from the current self is still immature, but it is even more stiff than himself.

At least, she remembered it well, and it had been a long time since the face had shown any expression other than agreement and compliance.

"Don't cry." Gilgamesh said softly.

"Tell me why there's nothing left." She cried even harder, and she couldn't stop crying, crying silently.

Gilgamesh suddenly felt a deep sadness. She remembered that no child would cry like this, because they didn't know what rules were, nor did they know how to be elegant, and they only knew that their voices could express their inner grievances better than tears.

She still remembers that the first time she cried, she was starved for two whole days because it was too loud, and she also thought about it for two days. When it was finally over, she fainted, her throat hurt as if it had been burned by fire, much more painful than when she cried, and a sense of powerlessness and hunger filled every part of her body.

Since then, she hasn't cried in front of anyone else. I don't know when it started, and I forgot how to cry.

Sadness.

Gilgamesh knelt down on her knees, reached her height, and gently embraced her in his arms, gently stroked the back of her head, straightened her slightly messy hair, and hummed softly without words.

She buried her head in Gilgamesh's shoulder, and did not make a sound, but only snorted, shutting in and out, with a hint of weeping. Tears flowed down her cheeks, staining the already absorbent white dress.

After humming the song, she suddenly raised her head and looked straight at Gilgamesh, her big red eyes bloodshot crimson.

"Are you sad?" She reached out and touched Gilgamesh's head.

No one had ever touched her head, neither her family nor her best friends. But neatly, she doesn't hate the feeling.

"I'm not sad." Gilgamesh replied subconsciously, but soon realized that it didn't make any sense.

She looked at Gilgamesh deeply, shook her head, and said, "You're lying. You can't fool me. ”

Gilgamesh smiled wryly and said, "Yes, I lied. ”

She suddenly laughed and asked, "Do you remember what a liar does?" ”

"Liar......" Gilgamesh repeated in a low voice, suddenly raising his head and gritting his teeth.

"Liars, swear." She smiled brightly, and the sadness she had just felt swept away. The tears were clearly left on the white and jealous face, but they did not affect the smile in the slightest.

"yes." Gilgamesh smiled, softly.

"I am your sword, pointing in front of you." She said with a pretense of seriousness.

"I am your shield, guarding your back." Gilgamesh replied with a smile.

"Are you still sad?" She asked.

Gilgamesh nodded and said softly, "I am still sad, but I will leave this grief behind with my own hands." ”

"So, you've already decided?" Her eyes fluttered as she held Gilgamesh's hand in her two small hands.

"I'm going to stop her with my own hands and never let the same thing happen a second time. She's all I have. Gilgamesh nodded firmly, without the slightest waver in his tone.

She smiled and threw herself into Gilgamesh's arms, vanishing as a point of light.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth returned to color. Endless fields and blue skies.

A light board floated in front of her, and said coldly and stiffly: "Hello, I'm number five, you can also call me Panel-kun." I'll take care of everything for you in the future, and now it's time for questions. ”

Gilgamesh looked at the light board and was silent for a while before he said lightly: "Xie Xie's miscellaneous is there, I'm going to kill him." Dare to take advantage of me. ”

"You can go to the Children of the Plane and make a request for this after the question time, I don't have that right." Panel Jun No. 5 replied honestly.

"Okay, send me out, I'll talk to him personally." There was not the slightest disappointment on Gilgamesh's face, it was better to say that she had not expected such a thing to happen in the first place.

"We comply with your request. At the request of the Children of the Plane, you will only get a portion of your memories, so please return to your own plane to be baptized at the end of the day. Panel Jun No. 5 said respectfully, and suddenly a burst of blue light flashed.

It was the last memory she had before she lost consciousness. For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net