Mol blinked and woke up from her sleep.
She found herself lying in a completely unfamiliar room, on a soft bed, with a fan-shaped window to the side, through which dazzling light was shining.
The blonde girl was a little dazed. She wasn't even sure if everything that happened before was just a dream.
Moer walked out slowly, then was startled again and froze in place.
A young man with long black hair was standing under the oracle flower tree, reaching out to pick a blooming flower.
She had dreamed of this scene, which was deeply engraved in her memory, countless times, but never once had it been as real as it was now.
"You're awake."
A calm and gentle familiar voice sounded, but the statement was full of certainty, as if it had already witnessed her waking up with its own eyes.
“…Your Majesty.”
Mol couldn't help but take a step forward, her voice trembling a little: "Is it you...?"
The black-haired young man blinked his eyes and said teasingly with a smile: "As my messenger of God, you can't even recognize me?"
"No!" Mol immediately denied it, and tried to take another cautious step forward. When he found that all this had not dissipated, his eyes gradually brightened, but his cheeks flushed with embarrassment: "...But I really don't deserve the title of God's messenger. I am just a believer who conveys your will."
The black-haired young man smiled softly: "You already are."
This is not a lawsuit in name only.
Moer now completely remembered what had happened before, and knew that she should have been taken into the temple that the black-haired god had set up in the human world. She was almost moved to tears.
The first thing His Majesty did when he showed up was to save her! He even brought her into his own shrine even though she was unconscious! He was also keeping an eye on when she would wake up - she was always His Majesty's inspiration!
"Cize! Mor!"
Just as Mol was about to say a few more words to the Crown Prince she had been thinking about, an annoying voice rang out with great penetrating power: "Mol, you're awake! And, Caesar, Ursula and I are ready!"
Having his good time interrupted, Mol slowly turned around, and a smile without any emotion appeared on the corner of his lips: "What a coincidence, Freeman."
Xia Zuo stopped immediately, feeling for some unknown reason that if he got any closer to the blonde woman at this moment, he would end up with his head and body separated.
Then Xia Zuo heard his best friend's gloating and amused laughter.
Can the laughter of a close friend be called gloating? That is called not being able to hold back!
"I asked Xia Zuo to come here now because I knew you were going to wake up, Mol." Although he was laughing, Xizel kindly explained the truth: "You have worked hard all this time, how about taking a day off today?"
When facing Xizel, Moer restrained all his attack power and repeated in a daze: "...Holiday?"
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When Moer came to her senses, they were already standing in a dressing room.
Xia Zuo looked around and asked curiously: "Xize, where is this?"
Xizel smiled slightly: "A place that makes our presence reasonable."
Xia Zuo: “?”
Before he could react to what César meant, he saw the black-haired young man leisurely open the door, then walked out calmly and said with a smile in his voice: "Also, don't scare anyone."
The moment the door opened, the noisy sounds outside came in, as if the action of the black-haired young man pushing the door just now broke some protective layer, allowing them to truly integrate into the place and have fun.
Xia Zuo and Mo Er looked at each other, and before them, Ursula, who was still in the shape of a child, had already caught up. Mo Er followed closely behind, and in the end, Xia Zuo was the last.
Xia Zuo closed the door helplessly to cover their retreat, then looked up and was completely stunned.
Good, a lot of people.
No, it’s a lot of people wearing strange clothes.
People with blue hair, purple hair, pink hair, and even green hair came and went, wearing clothes of very different styles. Some of them were holding weapons of strange shapes - although Xia Zuo swore with his own eyesight that those weapons were 100% fake, especially the knife that just passed by, which looked like it was not sure if it could withstand a hit from Mol's sword.
Where...is this place?
Xia Zuo subconsciously wanted to seek help from his omnipotent best friend, but when he looked up, he found that the black-haired young man had skillfully reduced his presence, turned around and stopped in the shadows, giving him a harmless and familiar smile.
Xia Zuo, who felt something was wrong when he saw this smile: "..."
...It's a fraud!!
However, it was too late to react at this time.
I could hear an excited scream in my ears: "Ahhhh, look over there, such a perfect reproduction of Sister More and Sister Ursula!!"
“It’s Changfu Xia Xia ahhhh!!”
The trio who were inexplicably confessed: "......??"
Perhaps it was because they were too authentic and everyone was so into the role that they completely treated them as people from the world of "Absolute Talent". No one mentioned cosplay or anything like that, they just asked with starry eyes if they could take a photo with them.
Xia Zuo was a little confused, but his kind and enthusiastic personality made it impossible for him to refuse other people's well-intentioned requests that would not affect other things, so he agreed very generously. As for Ursula and Mol, it was much simpler -
If this is what Caesar/Your Majesty wants, then it’s just a group photo. Let’s take it!
So the fans present enjoyed:
The wings of More are around;
Holding Ursula with the retracted tentacles around her neck;
The divine smile of the sister of the angel;
Deep Sea Girl's Spiritual Expressionless Face x1
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Seeing the line getting longer and longer, Xia Zuo couldn't help but look to Xizel for help.
He wants to play with his friends. It's really weird to be looked at like this.
Perhaps they had seen enough of the excitement, and the black-haired young man who was ignored by everyone smiled and waved the camera in his hand, and those absolute talent fans who were very enthusiastic just now walked away in a trance.
"This is called a camera. I took a few photos." Xizel handed the camera to Moer: "You can print out a copy for each of you."
The blonde girl happily took the camera, ensuring that she could complete the task perfectly.
"Xize, what happened to those people just now? Why did I feel..." Xia Zuo tried hard to describe it, but he couldn't, so he could only scratch his head in frustration.
Xizel remained calm: "They are the fans who fell in love with you after hearing about your heroic deeds."
Xia Zuo: “…Ah?”
Although he was confused, he knew that since Caesar said so, it meant that he was too lazy to explain in detail, so he did not pursue the matter further. After all, as a friend, he should tolerate his harmless little habits such as not liking to explain.
"Is this the world that Caesar lived in before?" Ursula asked, looking up.
Cesar nodded and replied, "Yes. I'm safe here."
The black-haired young man raised his head, a hint of smile in his eyes: "We are here."
The flickering lights reflected in the young man's misty blue eyes.
Ursula watched this scene and quietly pulled the corner of his windbreaker hem.
Otherwise, this god who does not belong to this human world would disappear if one is not careful.
"In our world, the time to bid farewell to the old and usher in the new year has long passed, but here it has just begun," the black-haired young man turned around, blinked at the three little ones beside him, and rarely showed a childish smile, "I specially brought you here to play today, isn't that considerate?"
Xia Zuo & Mo Er & Ursula: ! !
The black-haired young man took out a red scarf from somewhere, slowly wrapped it around his neck, and casually draped the rest of the scarf over his neck, adding a bit of liveliness to his otherwise cold figure. Of course, if the young man hadn't done this on purpose, he could have worn the red on his body to make it look as depressing as blood.
"I heard it's a very interesting amusement park." The black-haired young man tilted his head: "Want to go in?"
“Of course!!”
Xia Zuo was happy and excited, his eyes sparkling, he rushed in holding the light system in one hand and the dark system in the other. When he reached the ticket gate, he found that he needed a ticket. The next second, the ticket rolled up by the tentacles was steadily delivered from under the skirt of the expressionless black-haired girl.
Ticket inspector: “…”
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However, because these three troublesome guys are followed by a real big boss, even though most passers-by will be scared by them unexpectedly, nothing will happen, so they can continue to have fun without worry.
Mo'er looked at the way Ursula expressionlessly scolded Xia Zuo for going out without thinking again, and her originally nervous mood was slowly calmed down. A more sincere smile appeared on her face, and her behavior became more childish, as it should be for her age.
Her father and those uncles and aunts had died in the war long ago. She had let go of all her worries long ago and devoted herself completely to her faith. If her faith disappeared one day, she would have no meaning to live and would destroy herself without hesitation.
She could sense that His Majesty knew everything about this matter.
As a god, he paid attention to her, who was neither from the deep sea like Ursula, the product of the fusion of extremely special people and monsters, nor an ordinary believer with divine blood like Freeman. Not only did he not neglect her, he even pulled her to his side and took her out to spend the first New Year in her life where she could put aside all worries and have fun.
Moer couldn't help but turn around and look at His Majesty.
The black-haired young man walked at the end, looking at all of them, with a faint but real smile on his lips all the time, like a silent guardian.
Noticing her gaze, he tilted his head in a questioning manner.
More shook her head, turned around and joined Ursula in criticizing Xia Zuo.
"QAQ I know I was wrong, I won't dare to do it next time..." Xia Zuo was already a little dizzy from being scolded, and while he was turning around he saw something with his sharp eyes: "Look, there are two people competing over there!"
Moer looked over subconsciously and found that there were two people, a man and a woman, who were similar in style to the people in the previous occasion. They were well-equipped and were jokingly waving their prop swords at each other in slow motion.
The blonde girl subconsciously reached for the sword at her waist.
If she hadn't already folded her wings, and suddenly spreading them in public would easily scare people, she would even want to spread her long and wide wings.
At this time, the two people who were not far away from them also noticed Mol holding the sword: "Wow, are you that Mol? You look so imposing!"
One of the girls stepped aside, revealing the boxing force gauge behind her, and asked excitedly, "Do you want to try this? I heard that Mol is a fighting maniac!"
Mol blinked.
She smiled the kind of chaste smile she wore in front of outsiders and said gently, "Okay, I'll give it a try."
The thin and weak-looking blonde girl stood in front of the boxing dynamometer, raised her fist as if she had no strength, and then dropped it carelessly.
Then--
With a loud bang, the boxing dynamometer broke.
Passersby who witnessed everything that happened: "..."
Mo Er suddenly realized that he seemed to need to pay compensation: "..."
Xia Zuo took a step back silently: "…………"
After not seeing you for such a long time, Mol is still so easy to scare people hahahaha…
The blonde girl lowered her head and said to César in a heavy and serious tone: "Your Majesty, this is my fault. I will take full responsibility for it."
Xizel laughed a little and said, "I still have enough money to pay for a boxing dynamometer. Well, go and have fun, or you'll be watched by others again."
After the three kids walked away, the black-haired young man smiled and handed a bank card to the boss: "Hello, time is limited, let's solve it as soon as possible."
So when the three little ones turned around, the head patriarch had already appeared behind them again with ease.
"This! A haunted house!"
"...Ursula, you don't want to play the haunted house, you want to play me! Don't get so excited at a time like this!" Your calm face and straightforward tone!
"Haunted house? I can provide purification as a favor."
"Mo Er you??"
…Ah, I was dragged in forcibly.
It has nothing to do with me, the black-haired man who was watching from the sidelines thought with a smile.