Stray

Mayfly Love

Dara Lane was stunned for a second.

"It's rare for me to think about the law for you." The demon shrugged regretfully, "I thought you were a madman willing to protect this world, but you turned out to be just a loved one. Brain-dazed mortal—Aren't you and Mr. Wright having fun at Clement? For now, at least, you really love him."

"Yes." Oliver was very calm.

"Even if it's all in vain?" The abyss sage seemed to be interested.

"The moment I fell in love with Nemo, I knew he wasn't human."

Oliver scratched the feathers on the grey parrot's neck before placing it on his shoulders.

"It's not a necessary deal with him, I just happened to fall in love with him. If Nemo still likes me, I'm very honored, if he becomes the pillar of the world...I There is no reason to deny his feelings because of this.”

"You have the final say, I never persuade a human being in love. That power is yours, I have no right to call it - I just want to witness to the end."

Deralainen watched Oliver shut the black wooden box with the skull and rubbed his hands together.

"Your Majesty, I think you have a spare guest room here? You see, I need a suitable research place, and I can't move the skull of the devil to the mercenary guild headquarters."

"There is, but there is. God, I'm about to start sympathizing with Fenrir, what's going on in the Steel Wolves." Ann didn't have time to get rid of the shock in his eyes, "… Forget it, maybe I should sympathize with myself first."

An anxiously scratched her short hair: "Oliver, can I tell Delia? That child is very sensible, I want to tell her the truth. Maybe she will want to go to the world first look like..."

"Of course." Oliver nodded, grabbed Della Lane's back collar, and dragged the abyss sage who was leaning beside the black wooden box back. "Mr. Della Lanene, I won't use your proposal, but there are a few details about your proposal that I'm interested in."

Two nights later, the world is still not destroyed.

Oliver sat at the wooden table, flipping through the old-looking book in his hand, while quickly drawing strange magic circles on the parchment. The white nightgown was completely soaked in sweat and stuck to his body, but he didn't look like he was going to deal with it at all.

After quickly jotting down the half-page runes, Oliver stood up again and clenched the sword of rest. A thin gray mist entangled the sword body, and then an extremely complicated three-dimensional array was formed in the entire space.

The spots of light were walking along the traces of the gray fog, but they moved slower and slower, and finally dissipated into the air. Oliver seemed to have been directly sucked by some invisible monster. He knelt on the carpet weakly, sweat streaming down his forehead.

Within three seconds of rest, he gritted his teeth and stood up again, building the labyrinth-like magic circle from scratch.

Due to the double lack of physical strength and magic power, Oliver's eyes turned black. He didn't know how long he hadn't slept—from the moment Nemo left him, he barely slept the first night, tossing and turning all night.

He tried to force himself to lie in bed during sleep time, but even if he was exhausted physically and mentally, he was still awake.

Anyway, he is no longer a pure human being. With his current strength, Oliver does not think that he will die from lack of sleep.

"Starting tomorrow, you need to fight against me." The white behemoth in memory said seriously, "I won't keep my hand this time, if you don't get serious, you will definitely be killed by me— In a sense, this is one of the ways to maintain peace on the surface."

Combing through the memories, Oliver smiled silently. He shook his head violently and rubbed his eyes, which were slightly aching from the salty sweat.

"My situation is too different from yours, and my time is too limited. I can't teach you how to use power by hand, but if you have this qualification, your survival instinct should be able to awaken it I still say that, and now you can still reject me and choose an ordinary life."

Oliver propped himself up and dragged himself back to the table. With a still clear memory, he tried to remember the feelings of the talent, as well as the failed plan itself. Sweat dripped onto the parchment, smearing a patch of ink.

Beside him, the pile of parchment with writing on it was teetering.

"I heard that you are still asking Dara Layne to teach us how to attack our body. I hope you intend to use it to fight me, not kill the Pillars of the World."

Jesse's voice became increasingly unpleasant in the flashback.

"To act selfishly in the name of 'love' by imagining the other person's thoughts without authorization - this is one of the most annoying human behaviors. If I find out that you are using me..."

"I love him." That was the only answer he gave Jesse at the time.

Oliver grabbed the water glass by the table and poured a glass of cold water down his thirsty throat, then he wiped his mouth and continued to study the spell that could theoretically kill the World Pillar.

It was the sound of human knuckles hitting wood, and the person who came was probably not Bagelmore. Looking at the knocking method, it doesn't look like his sword master Adrian Cross. Ann and Jesse weren't the type to knock on doors at all. Oliver couldn't guess the identity of the guest for a while, and he really didn't bother to spy on it with his detection spell.

"Come in." He responded in a simpler way.

Delia Alastair walked into the room, wearing a formal dress for the day. Nemo's transformed spider was lying on her shoulder, looking a little sluggish.

"...Please wait a moment, I have to change clothes." Oliver quickly put down one side of the bed curtain, cast a cleaning spell on himself, and quickly changed into a more formal style nightgown.

"It's my rudeness, Mr. Ramon," Delia said, looking away politely. "I'm just here to ask you a question, and I'll leave after I ask."

"Ask." Oliver buttoned the collar and carefully put the bed curtain back.

"Ann told me everything." Delia fiddled with the slender legs of the cat's whiskers, her tone a little hard. "I don't understand, why don't you kill the pillar of the world?"

Oliver suddenly woke up from the groggy state, he never thought that Delia would ask him such a question directly.

"I don't know much about you, but you don't think you would subjectively deny the type suggested by Mr. Della Lane because of her background. As a human, I think Della Lane The advice of Mr. is perfect."

Oliver opened his mouth, not a good time to explain, he thought.

"You talk about your opinion first, Delia." He responded calmly.

"No matter how important Mr. Wright is to you, it is also for you alone. To be rude, you are putting the world at risk for your love. Maybe he's gone, even if he is, I don't think he's happy that he loses control one day and causes innocent people to die. On the contrary, if he doesn't care about the survival of life on the surface, then you should think about the rationality of this relationship degree."

She pointed to her own eyes: "'The pressure that causes innocent people to die'... At least I have a say in my sense of responsibility as a human being."

"You are a brave warrior, Mr. Ramon. I am sure that the one you love must be as noble as you are, and the pressure will cause him great pain - and as suggested by the sage of the abyss , if you are willing to use that plan to kill the pillar of the world. Mr. Wright will not suffer from the death of the main body, and can even continue to survive for hundreds of years, isn't that enough?"

"Worst case, you find that Mr. Wright is gone and you have saved the surface. It's a pretty brilliant idea in every way. I can't figure it out, Ann Can't explain it to me, so I'm here to ask you—why? Why take the riskier path instead?"

Catbeard curled up his legs and shrank himself up. Delia Alastair is not big, but just standing there, the whole person is much stronger than Ann.

Oliver was unusually calm, and he was not offended by the anger. He took a few steps closer, reached out hesitantly, and patted Delia on the shoulder.

"Sampson Alastair thought about something similar."

Oliver's tone was not ironic, but serious.

"Flint Lopez is smart, and he is not leaking in the way of life. He should understand the coldness of reality and the cruelty of war better than anyone else. And what people want is fame and fortune, why does he To pursue a useless dancer who no longer serves the country?"

"Let him be free for a few years and let him indulge in the sweetness of love. Then the design caused the dancer to die unexpectedly, and he sent his condolences at the right time - Flint Lopez will naturally Take it easy, think about the most important thing about being a man, and go back and build your career. In his opinion, this is probably a pretty good idea too."

Delia tightened her face: "I've seen a lot..."

"I am not as knowledgeable as you, and I may not understand your pain." Oliver raised his mouth, "This is the problem, Delia. As human beings, we can't empathize with each other's emotions. ."

"I am not qualified to unilaterally assert that 'if Nemo was still alive, he must suffer for this, and would gladly sacrifice his body and his near-infinite lifespan for mankind'. This is something only Nemo can do. Decided, it's not up to me to choose for him and kill him."

Ann's analogy is good, Oliver thought. Like a mayfly falling in love with a sleeping dragon, and luckily getting a glimpse of the other party's dream.

He has no right to think that he has the right to turn the giant dragon into a mayfly like himself because of that gentle look. Even if the dream is fleeting, even if he has to become a dragon slayer.

"Because I love him, that's why I can't do that."

"It's about Alban, the world..."

"A bad thing doesn't stop bad just because the whole world approves it. Delia, you're very smart, do you think Prince Eldric has no feelings for you?"

"...No. But..."

"Does what he claims to do 'for you' make you happy?"

"Of course not."

"So I don't do that either, I respect my lover. If the lover becomes an opponent, I respect my opponent."

Delia stopped talking, she bit her lip and stared at Oliver a little unconvinced.

"Okay." After a while, she took a breath. "Thank you for your advice, I will think about it."

"I believe you will make a good emperor."

"If Alban still exists." Delia still pursed her lips tightly.

"Yes." Oliver smiled softly. "If I survive the next few days, it will. Last point, Her Royal Highness. Another reason why I didn't choose the Abyss Sage project - now I have a more appropriate idea."

Behind him, the sky outside the window was a little whitish, and there was a glow on the horizon.

A few more days have passed.

Since Nemo supported the illusion, the bottom of the abyss has changed from eternal night to eternal day.

Eternal good weather, the road sign town in the illusion is still empty.

Nimo was still seated near the door, as if preparing to receive a guest who was not there. Books were already at his hands and feet, and although he remembered every word in them, he turned over them carefully.

How long have you been sitting here alone?

Doesn't need to eat and sleep, and a large amount of memories with weak feelings are mixed into his thoughts, and Nemo begins to be uncertain about the speed of time. While a good night's sleep was a good idea, he was a little worried - if he woke up to find that hundreds of years had passed and Oliver Ramon had passed away...

Nemo sighed and closed the book in his hand.

If only he and Oliver had ever taken a magic photo, even if he couldn't create the illusion of Oliver in his heart, it would be very simple to copy a photo with memory.

Nimo stood up slowly and decided to get himself a copy of "The History of Magic Camera Technology".

At this moment, his wrist suddenly softened, and the book in the illusion slipped to the ground, making a muffled sound.

The body is a little weak, and the power is rapidly draining, much like the state of suffering from a severe cold when mimicking a human. Nemo didn't pick up the book, he walked straight to the library door and looked out—

Power began to be plundered, and his magic was unable to maintain stability. The town of Signpost in the illusion began to collapse from the periphery to the center, and the flashing fragments were swallowed up by the surrounding darkness.

Oliver Ramon chose not to remain ordinary for peace and start a new life.

He did it to himself.