While I was relaxing in my study bedroom, I was reading an ancient book describing the transition of super ancient magic (high agent).
Sometimes I was concerned about the prophetic dream of "The Dark Resurrection" that my twin sister Riola had seen, and I was looking into it with a string of past history.
Of course, I have a stomach craving for reading my hobby.
This book, engraved with neat and elusive characters, is a secret book with no more than two books in the world. Because of the use of the plum for "pot laying", there are still round marks on the cover.
Vinjomessi Bocchi copy.
This book, which he described as a great historian and mage, describes the history of different worlds - Titi Mondemot and the development of witchcraft, but this is quite interesting.
I didn't mind staying up late, but I was reading through.
It's a quiet night.
All you can hear is the ghost sound the lamp plays and the sound of the bug.
Turn the page.
Instantly, when a string floats along the line of sight, it disappears.
I can't read the letters of this world.
I can still read some of this, but it would be nice to have these ancient letters on the boulder.
When I read books and letters, I use translational magic using search magic (Gogol) - Yakutus.
This is a convenient magic that the gazing text is converted into "Japanese" and popped up in almost real-time. The magic formula, which combines search magic (Gogol) as a basic technique, makes it possible to function autonomously.
For convenience, I call this the Autonomous Driven Magic Ceremony.
Well, it's like a magical reproduction of a kind of automated translation app.
- and.
"Grey..."
With a disappearing voice, the study door opened.
"... plum? What the hell is wrong with you?
"I can't sleep -..."
He looked like a crying child, and the plum of artificial life (homcruz) stood up with a pillow in his arms.
I usually sleep alone in the next room snoring big...?
"Together... I want you to sleep..."
"Huh!?
Though homunculus, she looks like a little girl about ten years old. A little bit of cherry. I'm a normal healthy boy, albeit a wise man, so, you know, a lot of things... is that bad?
This is unexpected. What do we do...?
"No... it is -...?
Says Plumb as he leans and weeps his little neck at the top of his head.
Even though my long eyelashes are wet with scarlet eyes and I know I'm not human, if I look like that, my heart will be cut off all the time.
"- Ugh. Oh, uh... that's fine"
I coughed one up, then I closed the book, and I asked him to come.
Psst, when I let my scarlet eyes shine, the plum jumped into my bedroom (bed) with bouncing footsteps.
Dive next to me and turn your arms around my hips.
"Oh, come on!?
"Well, there it is."
Just get your neck out of the blanket, and Pram laughs.
"............... well"
The warmth of the plum, conveyed slightly, was certainly pleasant.
Soft as a fuzzy marshmallow, the overlapping body temperature gradually transmits.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Isn't it usually okay to be alone..."
"It's dark... I'm scared -"
"Huh?"
Plum's eyes did not have the usual energetic weather, and the anxious light was shaking.
"The corner of your room is dark -..."
- The dream of "The Dark Resurrection" that Riola had seen. Is that story the cause?
"Well, did you get anxious because you heard about Riola?
"It could be -..."
Guru, and strength in his arms.
"It's okay. That's just a scary dream.... and whatever scare I get, I'm gonna kill you."
I was gentle with Plum's head.
It's a head that beats me up all the time, but my hair mixed with the sweet aromas of sunshine and herbs is soft and comfortable on my fingers.
"Fluffy..., Guru... together... what is it..."
"Good night."
I whispered softly to Pram, who began to utter.
- Today is day 31......
More than a month has finally passed since Pram was born in this world.
No matter how much you look, you won't find examples of artificial life forms that were supposed to have a design life of three days survived.
But the girl who laughed like a human every day, jumped and sometimes made me cry like this, I was causing anxiety.
That's anxiety about 'goodbye' I don't know when it will come.
I hugged Plum's luxurious shoulder.
"Munya..."
Plum had already begun to take a nap.
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Complete darkness outside.
On a moonless night, I kept reading books with Plum aside.
Lights on the lamp that are about to go out. Still, my script works well enough.
One string after another is translated mechanically.
- Dark Resurrection...... Is that really happening?
We did bury Demon King Denmark after the death fight. That's a victory won by all six Dickamaran heroes.
"There can't be a resurrection... it can't be"
The flame that was shaking at the core of the lamp quietly disappeared and the white smoke rose without sound.
To replace it, I felt the cold flame of anxiety start to smoke deep in my chest with tyrosis.
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