Mayfly Love
Della Laineen was stunned for a rare second.
"It's rare that I have a good understanding of the law for you." The demon shrugged regretfully, "I thought you were a madman willing to defend this world, but you turned out to be just a mortal who was dazzled by love—you and Wasn't Mr. Wright a show at Clement? At least for now, you still really love him."
"Yes." Oliver was very calm.
"Even if it's all in vain?" The abyss sage seemed to be interested.
"The moment I fell in love with Nemo, I knew he wasn't human."
Oliver scratched the feathers on the grey parrot's neck before placing it on his shoulders.
"It's not a deal with him that must be related, I just fell in love with him by accident. If Nemo still likes me, I'm very honored, if he becomes the pillar of the world... I have no reason to deny my feelings because of this. ."
"You have the final say, I never persuade a human being in love. That power is yours, I have no right to call it - I just want to see it till the end."
Della Laineen watched Oliver shut the black wooden box containing the skull and rubbed his hands together.
"Your Majesty, I think you should have a spare guest room here? You see, I need a suitable research place, and I can't move the skull of the devil to the mercenary guild headquarters."
"There is, but there is. God, I'm about to start sympathizing with Fenrir, what's going on in the Steel Wolves." Ann didn't have time to get rid of the shock in his eyes, "... Forget it, maybe I should sympathize first. Get down on myself."
An anxiously scratched her short hair: "Oliver, can I tell Delia? That child is very sensible, I want to tell her the truth. Maybe she will want to go to the world to see or something... "
"Of course." Oliver nodded, grabbed the back collar of Della Lane, and dragged the abyss sage who was leaning beside the black wooden box back. "Mr. Della Lanene, I won't use your proposal, but there are a few details about your proposal that I'm interested in."
Two nights later, the world is still not destroyed.
Oliver sat at the wooden table, flipping through the old book in his hand, while quickly drawing a strange magic circle on the parchment. The white nightgown was completely soaked in sweat and stuck to his body, but he didn't look like he was going to deal with it at all.
After quickly jotting down the half-page of runes, Oliver stood up again and clenched the sword of rest. A thin gray mist entangled the sword body, and then an extremely complicated three-dimensional array was formed in the entire space.
The light spots were walking along the traces of the gray fog, but they moved slower and slower, and finally dissipated into the air. Oliver seemed to have been directly sucked by some invisible monster. He knelt on the carpet weakly, sweat streaming down his forehead.
After resting for less than three seconds, he gritted his teeth and stood up again, building the labyrinth-like magic circle from scratch.
Under the double lack of physical strength and magic power, Oliver's eyes turned black. He didn't know how long he hadn't slept—from the moment Nemo left him, he barely slept the first night, tossing and turning all night.
He had tried to force himself to lie in bed during sleep time, but even when he was exhausted physically and mentally, he was still awake.
Anyway, he can no longer be regarded as a pure human being. With his current strength, Oliver does not think that he will die from lack of sleep.
"Starting from tomorrow, you need to fight against me." The white behemoth in memory said solemnly, "I won't keep my hand this time, if you don't get serious, you will definitely be killed by me - in a sense, this counts as One of the ways to maintain peace on the surface."
Combing through his memories, Oliver smiled bitterly. He shook his head violently and rubbed his eyes, which were slightly aching from the salty sweat.
"My situation is too different from yours, and the time is too limited. I can't teach you how to use power hand-in-hand, but if you have the talent, your survival instinct should be able to awaken it. I said that again, now You can still reject me and choose an ordinary life."
Oliver propped himself up and dragged himself back to the table. With a still clear memory, he tried to remember the feelings of the talent, as well as the failed plan itself. Sweat dripped onto the parchment, smearing a patch of ink.
Beside him, piles of parchment with writing on them crumbled.
"I heard that you are still asking Delarionn about how to attack our body. I hope you intend to use it to fight me instead of killing the Pillars of the World."
Jesse's voice became increasingly unpleasant in the flashback.
"To act selfishly by imagining someone else's thoughts in the name of 'love' is one of the most annoying human behaviors I have ever done. If I find out that you're taking advantage of me..."
"I love him." That was the only answer he gave Jesse at the time.
Oliver grabbed the water glass by the table and poured a cool glass of water down his thirsty throat, then he wiped his mouth and continued to work on the spell that could theoretically kill the Pillars of the World.
Just as the head of the tumbleweed frowned, nibbling on the tip of the quill, and hesitating about how to arrange the next rune, there was a series of knocks at the door.
It was the sound of human knuckles hitting wood, and the person who came was probably not Bagelmoru. Looking at the knocking method, it doesn't look like his sword master Adrian Cross. Ann and Jesse weren't the type to knock on doors at all. Oliver couldn't guess the identity of the guest for a while, and he really didn't bother to spy on it with his detection spell.
"Come in." He responded in a simpler way.
Delia Alastair walked into the room with small steps in her daytime dress. Nemo's transformed spider was lying on her shoulder, looking a little sluggish.
"...Please wait a minute, I have to change." Oliver quickly put down one side of the bed curtain, cast a cleansing spell on himself, and quickly changed into a more formal nightgown.
"I'm being rude, Mr. Ramon," Delia said, looking away politely. "I'm just here to ask you a question, and I'll leave after I ask."
"Ask." Oliver buttoned the collar and carefully pulled the bed curtain back.
"Ann told me everything." Delia fiddled with the slender legs of the cat's whiskers, her tone a little hard. "I don't understand, why don't you kill the pillar of the world?"
Oliver suddenly woke up from his groggy state, he never thought that Delia would ask him such a question directly.
"I don't know much about you, but you don't think you would subjectively deny the type of advice the other party suggested because of Mr. Della Lane's background. As a human, I think Mr. Della Lane's suggestion is perfect."
Oliver opened his mouth, not a good time to explain, he thought.
"Tell me what you think first, Delia," he responded calmly.
"No matter how important Mr. Wright is to you, it is also for you alone. To be rude, you are putting the whole world at risk for your love. Not to mention that Mr. Wright is probably no longer there, even if he is, I don't think he will be happy that he loses control one day, causing innocent people to die. On the contrary, if he doesn't care about the survival of life on the surface, then you should consider the rationality of this relationship."
She pointed to her own eyes: "'The pressure of killing innocents'... At least I have a say in my sense of responsibility as a human being."
"You are a brave warrior, Mr. Ramon. I am sure that the one you love must be as noble as you, and the pressure will cause him great pain—and as suggested by the sage of the abyss, if you are willing to kill with that plan The pillar of the dead world. Mr. Wright will not suffer from the death of his body, and he can even continue to survive for hundreds of years, isn't that enough?"
"Worst case scenario, you find that Mr. Wright is gone and you've saved the surface. It's a pretty brilliant idea in every way. I can't figure it out, and Ann can't explain it to me, so I To ask you—why? Why choose the riskier path instead?”
Catbeard curled up his legs and shrank himself up. Delia Alastair is not big, but just standing there, the whole person is much stronger than Ann.
Oliver's heart was unusually calm, and he wasn't offended by the anger. He took a few steps closer, reached out hesitantly, and patted Delia on the shoulder.
"Sampson Alastair has thought about something similar."
There was no sarcasm in Oliver's tone, but serious seriousness.
"Flint Lopez has a smart mind and a flawless way of dealing with people. He should understand the coldness of reality and the cruelty of war better than anyone else. When people seek nothing but fame and fortune, why should he pursue a useless value? The dancer, no longer serves the country?"
"Let him be free for a few years, and let him indulge in the sweetness of love. Then he designed the dancer to die unexpectedly, and he offered his condolences at the right time - Flint Lopez will naturally take heart and think of himself as a man. The most important thing is to go back and build a career. In his opinion, that's probably a pretty good idea too."
Delia tightened her face: "I've seen a lot..."
"I'm not as knowledgeable as you, and I don't necessarily understand your pain." Oliver raised the corner of his mouth. "That's the problem, Delia. As human beings, we can't understand each other's emotions with empathy."
"I am not qualified to unilaterally assert that 'if Nemo was still alive, he must suffer for this and would be willing to sacrifice his body and his near-infinite lifespan for mankind'. This is a decision that only Nemo can make, and I shouldn't say it to myself. Choose for him in his own words, and then kill him."
Ann's metaphor is good, Oliver thought. Like a mayfly falling in love with a sleeping dragon, and luckily getting a glimpse of the other party's dream.
He has no right to think that he has the right to turn the giant dragon into a mayfly just like himself because of that gentle look. Even if the dream is fleeting, even if he has to become a dragon slayer.
"But aren't you lovers? Lovers sometimes just have to think more about each other, right?" Delia's voice was a little hurried, finally revealing the stubbornness unique to this age group.
"Because I love him, I can't do that even more."
"It's all about Alban, the whole world..."
"Bad things don't stop bad just because the whole world agrees. Delia, you're very smart, do you think Prince Eldric has no feelings for you?"
"… No. But… "
"Does what he claims to do 'for you' make you happy?"
"of course not."
"So I don't do that either. I respect my lover. If the lover becomes an opponent, I respect my opponent."
Delia didn't speak anymore, she bit her lip and stared at Oliver a little unconvinced.
"Okay." After a while, she took a breath. "Thank you for your advice, I will think about it."
"I believe you will make a good emperor."
"If Alban can continue to exist." Delia still pursed her lips tightly.
"Yes." Oliver smiled softly. "If I survive the next few days, it will. One last point, Her Royal Highness. Another reason why I didn't choose the Abyss Sage project - now I have a more appropriate idea."
Behind him, the sky outside the window paled slightly, and the horizon shone with light.
A few days passed.
Since Nemo held up the illusion, the bottom of the abyss has changed from eternal night to eternal day.
Eternal good weather, and the town of Signpost in the phantom is still empty.
Nemo was still sitting near the door, as if preparing to receive a guest who wasn't there. Books were already at his hands and feet, and although he remembered every word in them, he turned over them carefully.
How long have you been sitting here alone
No need to eat or sleep, and a long memory of weak emotions mixed into his thoughts, Nemo began to be uncertain about the speed of the passage of time. While a good night's sleep was a good idea, he was a little worried - if he woke up to find that hundreds of years had passed and Oliver Ramon had passed away...
Nemo sighed and closed the book in his hand.
It would be great if he and Oliver had ever taken a magic photo. Even if he couldn't create the illusion of Oliver in his heart, it would be easy to copy a photo with his memory.
Nemo stood up slowly and decided to get himself a copy of "The History of Magic Camera Technology".
At this moment, his wrist suddenly softened, and the book in the illusion slipped to the ground, making a muffled sound.
The body is a little weak, and the power is rapidly lost, much like the state of suffering from a severe cold when mimicking a human. Nemo didn't pick up the book, he walked straight to the library door and looked out—
Power began to be plundered, and his magic could not maintain stability. The town of Signpost in the illusion began to collapse from the periphery to the center, and the flashing fragments were swallowed up by the surrounding darkness.
Oliver Ramon chose not to remain ordinary for peace and start a new life.
He got his hands on himself.