A week later, it was Sabbath again.

"The historian who recreates the legend, the invisible eye that seeks the filth, the Thoth who belongs to the red of war, ······"

Thoth, who was tapping a bookshelf to the inner wall of the carriage, stopped thrashing and asked, "Who?" ”

In this world without mobile phones, in order to facilitate communication, Thoth took a honorific name in wartime as a sequence 3 that could pray in the corresponding range, so that the speed of information circulation of each team could keep up with the speed of the enemy's transfer, and although there was nothing urgent in the post-war reconstruction period, he would be notified of the personnel transfer first, and then he would notify the people around him - after all, it was impossible to trouble the angels in big and small things, and as a mature sage, he had to learn to take the initiative to take responsibility.

But "calls" on the Sabbath are rare, except in very urgent situations.

"Yo, haven't slept yet? Not afraid of growing tall? ”

Just by listening to this tone, you know that it is Medici. Thoth rolled his eyes silently.

But...... Was it already late? Thoth, who had all the time to set up his new home in the spirit world, was completely unaware of the passage of time, and while wiping his sawdust hands on his clothes, he asked, "Master Medici, do you have any tasks?" ”

Medici's angry and amused voice came from the other side, "The Sabbath has not yet passed, how many times have I said that the Red of War does not oppress child labor." ”

"I'm a big man, thank you!"

"Forget it, I won't tease you." Medici seemed to sense the other party's urge to run over and kick him in the knee along the "telephone line", and his tone suddenly became serious, "Have you seen a little crow with its feathers that haven't been replaced?" Or a little boy with curly black hair with a wide forehead and big eyes, and a monocle on his right eye? ”

"No, but this kind of kid can't forget it once he sees it."

Hearing Medici's aching sigh, Thoth proposed, "Is it urgent?" Do you want to find someone for divination? ”

"It's mostly useless, at least you can't occupy it at this level."

"Then I'll pay more attention."

"Lord, I confess to you that I seem to have lost your son, and though I have gone through all the places I have passed before, and have asked whomever I can, I do not know where to put him."

A generous voice sounded in the heart of the red angel: "Don't worry, Amun has my blessing on him. ”

"No, I'm not worried about Him," Medici said honestly, "I'm worried about the person or thing He meets. ”

The Creator, who had left the child to his angelic belt, was silent, sighed, and put the child's education on the agenda in earnest—because the operation of burning hair at the slightest disagreement now seemed to be a big problem.