"Hey. Don't you feel annoyed that you're just by my side all the time? ”

Every day, he woke up from the side of the wall and fell asleep again, and he had gradually become accustomed to having a thin blanket on his body.

And the afterlife is just sleeping quietly next to it, or reading some books.

“……… It won't..."

The deceased put down the book in his hand and looked at the destruction of the old oracle that had awakened.

Although his memory is still there, because the destruction of the year has not killed any important people like a barren, he has no ability to resist the law of the Nine Heavens in his last life.

“…… What does love feel like..."

When she was possessed by original sin, was that attitude towards desolation the so-called love?

It's just that I want to see him all the time, I think about him all the time...

Is this love?

“…… These... It's not as clear as you and I can describe. ”

The deceased lifted up the old oracle and let her sit on a chair.

"So...... It's love that matters. Friendship is still important, or family is the most important. ”

I don't know who I'm asking when I'm going to destroy it, but there are only two people here, the dead life and her, so only the dead life can answer her.

“…… It varies from person to person. If I think. It should be love, after all, I don't have any relatives or friends or anything like that. ”

He got up and poured a cup of tea for the Destruction of the Age, and his movements were very slow and elegant, which was the taste that the Destruction of the Year had always liked.

“…… Is that so..."

If it's yourself, it's probably hard to choose, so it's better to write this into the Book of Ones.

“…… Who knows. ”

The Dead smiled, unusually gentle.

“………”

She took out her Book of Ones from her storage bag and flipped straight to the last page.

Slowly write down family, friendship, love, which one will you give up?

“…………”

The Chronicle of Destruction continued to think about it, and wrote down her own answer in a strange spell that no one else could see.

"What are you writing about?"

In the past few days, he has seen the destruction of the old man like this, so she has become a little popular, not like a rigid puppet.

The Book of Writers. After all, it is something that may be left to future generations, and it must be written carefully. ”

It seems that she is in a good mood now, but the despair in her eyes cannot be eliminated.

“…… Come on. ”

In the afterlife, he cheered up the destruction of the old oracle, and quietly watched her quickly condense her aura and cast spells on the side.

"What do you think...... Will she come back? ”

After finishing the production of the last page, the Destruction of the Year said, pointing to the name of the Age of Dawn that had not disappeared yet.

“…… The light has not yet dissipated, and the soul should be there. ”

The past life looked at the hand of the destruction of the year, and there was a small light on the name of the first lord, which has not disappeared.

…… But...... I'm afraid that the light of the last wish has not been fulfilled...

Even so, he had to tell the old man to be destroyed, and that he might still be alive and could return to her.

"Yes. I think so too. ”

The corners of his mouth were torn apart by the destruction of the year, and the thing that could not be called a laugh at all gave the past life a shocking feeling that it had never felt before.

The young 'woman' is too beautiful, too charming, too 'glamorous', and only needs one action to have ten thousand styles and a thousand kinds of beauty.