"You don't look quite right, oh, are you upset?"
Evelyn noticed that he seemed a bit different from his usual self, though he was quiet and aloof enough before, now he was even more somber and always a bit scary.
She tilted her face, the golden sunlight lovingly caressing her brow bone and the bridge of her nose, her whole body was like an alabaster statue bathed in holy light.Evelyn smiled, her smile seemed to be even brighter than today's sunshine, "No way, are you unhappy to see me?"
[No, I'm happy.]
"Me too!" Evelyn quickly took up the conversation.
Soon she realized that she seemed to be overly enthusiastic and lowered her head in a bit of embarrassment, but after making sure that no one was around, Evelyn surreptitiously reached out her hand again and touched the back of his hand that was half hidden under his long sleeves.
[I'm leaving.]
Evelyn thought it was a bit sudden, but when she thought about it, it was expected. She "Oh," beautiful eyebrows and eyes showed a slightly lost look: "That's ...... true, I have long suspected that you will not stay in this small town for the rest of your life. Where are you going? Is it home?"
"Wherever you go," Evelyn whispered, blushing a little, "please remember me.
[I'm dying. Will you come with me?]
Evelyn was obviously confused by the answer, "Huh? What do you mean?"
[I ask, will you die with me?]
Evelyn: "......"
Evelyn stares seriously at his face for a moment, knowing that he's not the kind of person who would make a joke like that - in fact, he doesn't even know what a joke is - so as soon as she says, "I'll die with you," she says, "What do you mean? -So if she said "yes," Evelyn was sure that the other woman would take immediate action.
Evelyn didn't look scared.
She took her partner's hand, lifted it up, and gently pressed her soft face against the back of her hand.
Evelyn looked at him with her own glazed eyes and opened her mouth to ask, "Are you sick?"
["No. It's just that I should be dead.]
"That's such a strange way to put it, I can't understand it ....... Anyway, you've always been strange. Then why do you want me to die with you? That's a terrible thought."
[Because if I die, you'll be unhappy too. Without me, no one can protect you."]
Evelyn thought he was exaggerating a bit, "No way? Even without you, I'll still live seriously and happily, and I was doing just fine before I met you."
[This is even more annoying. If I'm not by your side, I don't want you to live a happy life."]
"Is that so?"
"Forget it," Evelyn sighed, "since you've already decided, let's do it. ...... I won't resist, because it's useless to resist, compared to you I'm just too weak. "
Evelyn smiled at him again, her attitude towards him can be described as obedient, "Be gentle, don't make me feel pain, please."
[......]
[Forget it]
"Huh," Evelyn blinked, watching in surprise as his hand moved up and down, "Why?"
[I suppose I shouldn't hurt you.]
[According to human feelings, I should love you. Since I love you, I can't hurt you, that's what you told me before."]
"So you remembered, huh? Good boy," Evelyn's eyes lifted and she smiled, "I love you too."
Evelyn saw that he was half out of his mind and seemed to have given up on making a move on her. She thought for a moment and suddenly said to him, "Do you want to kiss me?"
[......]
[Yes...]
............
............
A month had passed and Evelyn had never seen Irzey again.
Was he really dead?
Evelyn wasn't sure, but to her, someone who had completely disappeared was no different from being dead. She thought she liked Irzey and missed him, but it always took longer to forget him than to remember him.
Irzey was a very mysterious dark-haired young man who had suddenly arrived in the border town of Dabo Brady a year ago, and Evelyn suspected that he was an Archmage from the Imperial Capital; after all, he was quiet, unassuming, never close to anyone, and very dignified. He always appeared and disappeared without a word, and although they had been in a secret relationship for some time, Evelyn knew nothing about him except his name.
The other man had no intention of telling her anything else about himself.
That was fantastic for Evelyn! It showed that he wasn't someone who was used to being pestered, and this proved to be true when Irzey dropped a few inexplicable words and then disappeared completely, saving Evelyn a lot of trouble.
Still feels a little bad though ......
After all, they were still happy together.
"Don't be discouraged, Evelyn, your performance this time is already much better than before! You'll definitely be able to pass the basic spell test next time!"
"Yes, yes, you have worked so hard. Still, isn't the content of the spell test a bit unreasonable?"
"I feel the same way, obviously Evelyn's theoretical knowledge is so perfectly mastered! How can it be because of the practical test ......"
"Hey!"
"Ah, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean that ...... Anyway, Evelyn, you've gotten really good at this! Even the High Priestess has to ask your opinion when it comes to spell variations."
"Right, oh, Evelyn, you're already a genius!"
"Evelyn? Huh, what's wrong with you?"
Evelyn was sitting in the reading room, surrounded by a bunch of people, a stark contrast to the rest of the reading room, which was empty.
Evelyn blinked back her eyes, half-plopped down on the desk with a lost face, and said quietly, "I'm the only one in the entire pantheon, no, in the entire country, who hasn't passed the basic spell test by the time they reach adulthood, aren't I? ...... Ahh, I really hope Example Law revises the test. "
Her eyes were half closed, her long, arched lashes casting a small, raven-feathered shadow beneath them, Evelyn hid the small half of her beautiful face under her crossed arms, her long, pale blonde hair cascading down her frail shoulders.
The people around her laughed at her words and whispered reassuringly, "It's okay, even if you don't pass the basic spell test, Evelyn is still a unique treasure of the temple.
That's for sure, La.
After all, she was a beautiful magus who could attract an exponential increase in the number of believers who came to the sanctuary to pray every day just by relying on her face, and she could drive the KPIs of the entire temple's teachings just by relying on her face, and she could directly leave the other temples of the same level 18 blocks behind, and even though she couldn't even pass the basic magic test, she had a super charismatic appearance and personality.
In the 10th year of traveling to the other world, Evelyn has completely accepted the fact that she is "incapable of spells". Compared to others, Evelyn's mastery of spells is a disaster, and she has difficulty attracting any elemental fluctuations. So far, she can only cast the lowest level of healing spells, and only enough to stop the bleeding of a few minor wounds.
In stark contrast to this is her amazing talent for learning, as early as seven years ago she had memorized the various textbooks circulating in the temple, even the most bizarre, tricky, remote and cold spells, she was able to understand one or two, and was even able to theoretically break down, analyze and create variations of some simple spells, but she could not use them herself at all.
For Evelyn, it was just being an ordinary person as before, while the others felt infinite pity and tolerance for Evelyn because of her major flaws that were hard to ignore.
"Speaking of which, isn't Xavier leaving for the Imperial Capital tomorrow?"
Lina, the goddess officer, blushed and looked expectantly in the direction of the window. She turned her words around, vaguely drawing the others' attention to herself.
Evelyn lifted her head as well, supporting her cheek with one hand as she looked at the lone figure sitting by the window.
Xavier polished his longsword. He sat in an undisciplined manner, with one foot directly on the other side of the chair, the cold longsword resting on his hard thighs, as if slightly sensitive to the gaze of the onlooker - a young, handsome, unapproachable face, with good-looking short blond hair that he casually and haphazardly tossed to the back of his head, revealing a polished, full forehead, knife-like brow bones, and dangling green eyes.
He looked like a nobleman's young master, but his manners were very different from those of a nobleman. The sleeves of his white uniform were rudely rolled up, exposing his strong arms, and the buttons on his collar were not tightly fastened, and looking up at his open collar, Evelyn could even see the black tattoo he had on the left side of his neck.
...... Where it looks like a knight, it is obviously a small-time gangster. A few magicians around Evelyn tried to talk to him, congratulating him on going to the Imperial Capital tomorrow to receive the recognition of being promoted to 10th Knight of the Empire - the highest level of honor bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor - but the other party was not the least bit impressed. did not appreciate it. Xavier said coldly, "Are you idle? Stay away from me." The scene immediately became awkward. The magi who had surrounded Evelyn left one by one, as if deliberately avoiding this cold-talking knight, and in the end Evelyn and Xavier were the only two people left in the large reading room. When it finally cleared up around them, Evelyn had time to continue writing in the book in her hand, "New Edition of Temple-specific First-Level Light Spells General Knowledge Tutorial. "You're going to be obnoxious," she muttered as she took notes. "Oh, so what am I supposed to do?" Xavie
Evelyn took a deep breath and kicked Lina out of bed. She reacted quickly by turning on the light and crouching to the side of the bed like an alert, frightened rabbit, staring nervously at the Lina she had kicked out of the bed.What she saw then was a normal face full of confusion. "......Evelyn? "Lina blinked with a puzzled expression, as if wondering why she was seeing Evelyn. It wasn't the same open-mouthed, creepy-eyed look anymore, but that creepy face still lingered in Evelyn's mind.Evelyn raised her hand to wipe her own face as she asked, "Lina, what are you doing in my room all of a sudden?" Halfway through wiping, Evelyn realized there was nothing on her face. But that disgusting, barfy liquid had just dripped on her face, hadn't it? There was no way that her senses could be wrong. When she heard that, the expression on Lina's face became even more confused: "I ...... don't know, I'm sleeping ah ......" Evelyn: "And you're choking me." "That's impossible!"
Evelyn has seen mages, elves, dragons, giants, and goblins in this other world, but not demons. Demons are a collective term for all the foul and unclean demons of the Abyss that grow in the Old Realm, cut off from all time and space, and are the offspring of the Old Gods. Thousands of years ago, the Old Gods were overthrown by the New Gods and banished to the Old Realm, and it is the New God system that the off-world continent Evelyn is on believes in. Simply put, the Old Realm is a giant prison set up by the New Gods, and all creatures that rebel against the New Gods are exiled to the Old Realm, where all creatures are collectively known as Demons and believe in the Old Gods, who were also exiled to the Old Realm. For thousands of years, only one archmage managed to enter the Old Realm and return, writing a series of books that combined his personal experiences as a reference for the study of demons. However, most people considered his books to be whimsical fantasy novel
But Evelyn had never met him. What's more, she had never been married. Even though the other man's features and eyes were hidden under a draped black hood, Evelyn always felt that his eyes were stealthily falling on her. The other man lowered his head and seemed to be watching Evelyn's hands, which were clasped with his. Just as Evelyn noticed that his skin had a different hardness than normal humans, he also felt the softness of Evelyn's hands. Ordinary, normal human hands with skin that could be blown off, fingers that were soft and slender, and no sharp, sharp claws. For some reason, Evelyn suddenly felt like a puppy that had put its paws on its master's hands ...... With a brief contact, Evelyn knew that the strangely dressed man in front of her was not human. The other man was watching her with the eyes of a scrutinizing alien, trying to determine how high or low the two of them were in the food chain. When he had observed enough, Evelyn heard the other man say, "I
Next, Evelyn learned some brief information about the Old Empire from Baymont. The Old Empire is an endless land with no boundaries, stretching out in all directions, with the capital city where the Demon King resides as the center, and all kinds of demons grow in it, and when they reach a certain limit, they become the "Abyss," where the signs of creatures are extinguished, and where no demons have ever set foot, or where there is no way to return. Therefore, no one knows exactly how big the Old Realm is. At the same time, the "isolation" of the Old Realm is one-sided for all of space and time, so it is not impossible for other realms to come to the Old Realm, but it is impossible to leave the Old Realm after arriving. In addition, it is also true that demons can force people through "consciousness projection" and then take them away. Here, only strong and high-ranking demons can do this, so breeding humans and taking them for fun is something only the strong can do. "No wo
The second time Evelyn saw Baymont, she lay dying in her bed, her eyes open, staring impassively at the red moon above her head. The moon stared at her coldly, like a blood-filled eyeball. Since there was no alternation of day and night in the Old Realm, Evelyn had no idea how much time had passed, and could only roughly estimate that she had been stuck in this place for three or four days, based on her weakened physical condition. Yes, since the last time Baymont had ritually closed the ten-meter-high, unknown-ton, soundproof door on his way out. Evelyn hasn't been able to leave the compound since. Baymont learns why: "......" Baymont: "It was poorly thought out." He looks at the off-white stone door, which he can open with a gentle push, and can't help but think: ...... Are all humans such fragile creatures that they can't survive without thoughtful care? "Ah, is it my visions," Evelyn folded her hands on her flat stomach, looking as if she were lying flat on her bac
After the incident when Evelyn couldn't push the door of her room and was trapped inside, resulting in near starvation, Baymont seems to have a greater awareness of human tenderness. He arranges for Vanessa to become Evelyn's consort, lest she die of some strange and trivial matter before the succession ceremony. Vanessa is the demoness with the poisonous snake on her head, sort of like Medusa, and even though she cuts off her arm, it doesn't take long for her body, which Evelyn finds extraordinarily sexy and powerful, to be as good as new. Having company should have been a good thing; after all, Evelyn was full of doubts and curiosity about demons and the Old Realm, and there were some things she couldn't ask Baymont directly or indirectly, Evelyn could only plan to get words out of the demoness who hadn't moved an inch. However, Evelyn realizes that she doesn't understand the demon's language at all, and Vanessa doesn't know anything about the common language of humans. Ev
It wasn't long - Evelyn wasn't sure how long, but it certainly wasn't ten months, and it was terribly short - before Vanessa "gave birth" to a child. A baby. Evelyn's feelings were subtle and mixed. ...... She just became a mother? Uh, no, Vanessa had the baby, so she's the father? Evelyn stared at the "little monster" in front of her and fell into a wonderful contemplation. Although it's not good to use "little monster" to describe a newborn child, Evelyn couldn't find any other way to describe it than "little monster". ...... The "little monster" had a big head that was as long as its body, a thin, shriveled torso, limbs that were as shriveled as reptile arms and legs, and a small, bare tail ...... although it looked a bit like an extra tailbone. Vanessa ate her hair, hoping to have a child with the same light blonde hair, but it didn't work out as she had hoped. "There were only a few strands of dry hair growing sparsely on the little monster's big, even bloated head, a