The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

"I don't know anything like that."

When Chappie answered that, the purple dead bird laughed again, and saw Chappie.

"But now I know. And that's the truth engraved in your blood."

"I don't know anything like that."

Chappie who stubbornly denies the words of a purple dead bird, but apparently the body recognizes that's the truth.

Evidence is that Chappie now stands before a purple dead bird who is clearly stronger than himself. I'm definitely getting scared and running away if I'm normal.

The blood of a purple dead bird...... I guess that's what they're letting you do.

That's why... that's why the pouch next to me pulled me off.

But the original reason is because of the racially altered sorcery I went to Porch. Then Chappie just got caught up in it.

At this young age, which cannot even be said to be one year old, it is just cruel to be cut off for that lifetime.

But as a researcher, it's also troubling that we can use our hands on seed codes. Well, what's the matter?

"Hey."

It was the lady from the Adams family who pulled my sleeve from the side when I was circling that idea.

You rarely read the air in the field, you whisper. Really rare.

"What are we going to do with that? I don't care what you think. Chicken's bad, huh?

That's true... Porch won't let go of my cape.

The magic of Invisible Illusion has already been solved and I can see the pouch placing its front leg over the cape.

Miss Ferris and the Bright Boy, who noticed my gaze, were exploring why we... no, the pouch wouldn't move.

Naturally, I'm the only one who realizes why.

Porch, who became a species of purple dead bird, was physically, blood-stopping me from moving.

However, the weight of the legs placed is of an indescribable weight.

It's not "Never Move," nor does it weigh anything like "I'm not going, but if the master wants to go, go ahead". Critical...... "Don't get your hands on it until it's really critical". That could mean something close.

I can see how it feels to be eating up teeth.

"Eh, hey, hey!

But - it's the lady from the Adams family who moves it out.

Miss Ferris, leaping out of the shadows, crossed the chappie that rounded her eyes, and stood in front of the heavenly beast, the purple dead bird, for much of her fear.

"You know, he's talking about killing our chicken, but he's an important emergency food for the Adams family. I was wondering if you wouldn't kill me on your own without permission."

The little girl who stood in front of the mighty enemy without permission from her master says something.

But if Ferris pops up, it won't change the pounding.

Bright boy is also a puzzled face.

"... why is there a human here?

"Ferris, what are you doing here?

"You came all the way out here to find me because you're going somewhere on your own. Ugh. Well, I can't help being here, and I'm just gonna go home."

"... right"

Chappie thought a little before answering. You must have remembered coming here unconsciously.

"Wait."

Even if the purple dead bird said so, Ferris' legs never stopped.

Of course, Chappie grabbed her mouth (beak) by Miss Ferris.

Nevertheless, even though she is Polko's daughter, even though she is my grandmother's daughter... she has a lot of nerve. If it was me before, my legs would be dull and I couldn't move, but I'm still a warrior, and a horrible girl.

A dozen meters away from purple dead birds. The certified purple dead bird spread its wings and circled to the front of the two.

... That's fast inside. It wouldn't have been captured if it hadn't been at its current level.

I mean, me and Porch were the only ones who could keep up with the current move.

And for a moment. Miss Ferris poked her butt on the spot so that she could be pushed into the killing of a purple dead bird with only a moment in it.

You won't recognize it as fear. Miss Ferris never noticed her trembling knee, trying to get up, but her hips poking at the ground again.

I looked up at the black shadow without knowing why. What I caught earlier............ Purple Dead Bird's intent to kill.

"-Hi."

Chappie came out to the front faster than the leaked scream reached the purple dead bird.

Purple Dead Birds had a creepy grin when they saw it.

"Yes, that's fine"

It's not good, it's the limit.

I'm the chappie in front of Miss Ferris to shake off Porch's restraint...... I jumped forward of it.

"Father, go!

"... you"

You know me?

... Oh, you know what? You called Chappie here because you saw her and where we were going from the sky.

It's no wonder you know me.

"I'm sorry, but can you hold your hand?

Purple Dead Birds staring at me with their hands in front of me with a lingering intent to kill.

"... it's probably not human magic."

"Ha, what do you think?

That being said, I'm overflowing it a little bit more than usual.

If you can pull me off with threats and pressure, that's fine... but how do we get out?

"…………… the code of the clan is absolute"

... Still won't pull it off easily.

"I'm sorry, but Chappie is my son. My clan needs to be home at 5: 00 in the evening."

"I'm kidding...!

"I'm kidding."

"What?"

"If you're just kidding, that's fine. But if you go into our territory any further, I won't be able to help you."

That's what I said, but I showed you more of the magic in my body.

"Huh!? Who are you...!

"... paua"

"Pore............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The purple-dead bird, whining to bite my name off, spread its feathers again and rose up with soot smoke.

"I'll keep the battle.... paua, its name, let's remember"

With that said, after one last glance at the chappie, the purple dead bird gradually disappeared into the sky.

Behind the wings of the falling purple dead bird, I carved into my brain the face of the one I would see again, and I looked back.

"I've got you, Chappie."

"I'm sorry, Father"

I stroke one of the lowered chappies' heads and I walk under Miss Ferris, who is still losing her hips.

As I lowered my hips and sent my gaze to her, I was turned that way to hide my moist eyes.

"Hey, what the fuck! If you're coming out, you don't have to let me out."

"I'm sorry"

Sending Miss Ferris to take the words of apology she had just heard from Chappie out of her ear, with the line "Huh," she now turned to the opposite.

Miss Ferris' behavior was what seemed most human. My head got a calculation, and it blunted my movements.

Sometimes it's more important to move if you don't do something than to think about what to do.

Don't feel like one more student taught you.

"Come on, hands..."

Miss Ferris took my hand as she turned that way and slowly stood up.

Then a hidden Bright boy rushed over.

"What, they were all here? No, what happened to your mother, Bright?

"Well, that's... -"

- All three of you, stay here.

I walk under the pouch to explore the meaning of Bright Boy's words, which I see in his eyes.

The figure of Porch, who had not moved a single step from where he was hiding, was somewhat similar to the time of that demon king's fetal movement.

But I can't feel more fear than then. I could read more seriousness and anxiety from my expression than that.

Porch shrugged quietly as I put my hand on my leaning Porch head.

"Master......"

"... what's going on?

"Lend me... let me use that loan"

"Now? At a time like this -"

When I almost said that, I caught up with Porch's thoughts.

The face of a chopped pouch, like after fighting the blood, made me understand what it meant.

I already knew what Porch would say. I already knew the answer, but I asked Porch.

"What?"

Then Porch lay his eyes down again and said.

"If... if that purple dead bird shows up before Chappie again... absolutely, absolutely help Chappie..."

How powerless.................. it was Porch's word.