"Remember, Philia? It was midnight when I was baptized by you."
Peek into Philia's eyes as she tells an old story.
Unfocused, vain blue eyes. You say you have my face in front of you, but you're gazing at something that's not me.
I wonder what Phyllia sees now?
My mouth is smiling slightly, but how fun is it to see things in my sight?
I'm pulling Philia's hand and moving out of town.
We're heading to the harbor. That place where I fought Filia - it's not popular there, and more importantly, there's tons of water.
Erin is a wizard who specializes in fire attributes, so it's more convenient to fight by the water.
... Develop a light battle plan while holding hands with the woman. When I was a simple boy, I wouldn't have been able to do this kind of artwork. I should have been nervous about the bees and bland in my head.
I couldn't grow the way Philia wanted me to.
I've known a woman as a teenager, and she's totally grown man's that. Even the mustache, it's not thick, but it's not thin.
The boy brave man to whom Phyllia has become obsessed is nowhere to be found. Such things have disappeared over time.
Yet Filia remains the same as she was back then.
Did I drive this guy's life crazy?
Second, that kind of thought turns my head.
If you hadn't met me, this guy could have been a fine nun in some country church.
There may have been a life as a mediocre cleric, like prayer and labor, and finding joy in teaching children to read and write.
"... what are you thinking? I'm..."
i can't help but think about the possibility of if.
I shook my head and changed my mind and decided to speed up my legs a little.
When I got to the harbor, I sat Philia down first.
Then, he fired as many light bullets as he could towards the night sky.
An arrow of light ascends the sky blinking with a ticker. Looks like a modest launch fireworks and all I could imagine was a little more flashy painting.
"... you don't have enough light"
It inevitably concentrates its magic in the palm of its hand and generates a divinesphere.
Philia sat down beside me and watched the magic that had burned herself to the ground in the past.
In retrospect, both light bullets and divinespheres are magic that Philia taught me how to use.
Magic explains performance in your head the moment you master it. but that's a one-time story.
It is assumed that you cannot be a first-rate user without being instructed by a skilled person for some reason.
Philia taught me the magic as if her sister taught her brother how to study - or as her parents taught her children, clearly.
Though I think it was a little too much to cover and stick around from behind and give hands-on guidance.
It's a dumb story, but at the time, I thought, "You're a sister at a close distance."
Now I know, but that would be an obvious manifestation of romantic sentiment.
"Really, there was a hell of a goddess."
Release a giant light sphere as you contemplate the past.
An uninterrupted stream of light and heat, as if another moon had appeared in the night sky.
I glanced lightly, and Phyllia nodded with both eyes down.
The light sphere continued to illuminate the sky for a long time, preferably for five minutes.
Eventually it burned out and swallowed up in the dark as if nothing had happened.
... All you have to do is wait for Erin to come.
When I sat down silently, I sat down.
Eyes on Philia sitting next to her.
From the top of a relaxed white piece, an aged beauty woven with a cardigan feather. Some kind of upper-class woman came to visit the ocean with patience, something like that.
In fact, it seems that the filiah lineage reaches aristocracy in retrospect, so it is an upper-class woman.
It's not like I was born with a shitty common man, and you can even say it's the opposite of Elsa the slave riser.
Me and Filia didn't catch up...... in every way.
It must have been inevitable that we wouldn't be bonded.
As I stroked Philia's head as I told myself,
"Mya."
and a cat rang.
Then two yellow-glowing eyes float into the dark night. A pupil open to the extreme stared at Philia.
A black-haired cat, completely assimilated to the darkness around her.
... Erin's demon is a black cat.
When I stood up quietly, I sank my hips deep. Attitude to be jumped at any time.
I'm covered up, and Erin won't even recognize me as a black cat. All they see is Phyllia.
... Come.
There's no way they're tempting you, but you lurk your breath.
"... I'm here to pick you up"
From where the cat is, you can hear the girl. Still an unusual voice, but a strange tone as calm as an adult.
I am certain that my prey has been taken, and I will produce a light sword in my right hand.
"... Philia, stand up"
Footsteps called Zari.
From the darkness appears a small figure dressed in a robe.
A pointy triangular hat with a witchy shape on its head.
Definitely, it's Erin.
One thing remains the same as when we were fighting together, young standing.
But the magic that you have lived in is different digits, and if you care about it, it will be possible to wipe out this city.
If you get a rash, it means you're in trouble.
So, ambush.
When I jumped up without a sound, I slashed Erin's neck off with my first shot.
There was a definite response, cutting off an object of mass.
Behind him, Phyllia was screaming briefly.