The answer
Oliver has never been so relaxed.
Nemo's phantom has no temperature, and the giant beast under his feet will not disappear because of this relationship. The absurd and crazy part of this world has not changed, but I seem to be embraced by those cruel facts, and become reassured in the darker and darker night.
In the meeting just now, Nemo, the pillar of the world, did not raise any objection to Oliver's rescue plan. Everything returned to the right track and moved forward slowly with time. No more puzzles, no more panics in their lives.
Oliver leaned again on the gleaming Demon King's skull, so comfortable that he almost fell asleep. The weary knight spread his limbs on the stout bough and raised his head.
Nemo, who was sitting on top of the skull, bowed his head and smiled, his two hands gradually stroked down from the top of his lover's head, passed through the soft hair, brushed past his ears, and finally touched his chin with his fingertips, and his palm just wrapped Oliver. most of the cheek.
"What do you want to talk about, Ollie?"
"Let me see... why did you save me in the first place? Not the frontier forest one, the one against Witherspoon. You didn't, uh..."
Oliver muttered. Just like the overzealous little boy muttering to himself to his imaginary friend more than a decade ago.
"…haven't fallen in love with you yet." This time his "imaginary friend" responded mildly.
"I thought at the time that the courage of the son of Lopez is commendable, and it would be a pity to die like that. With this human cover, I might be able to walk on the surface longer."
"Son of Lopez." Oliver stretched out a hand and poked the tip of the Demon King's phantom's nose. "It is a cruel statement, my lord."
Nemo wrinkled his nose subconsciously, but didn't want to avoid the finger: "What do you prefer, my fiance?"
Oliver's ears instantly turned red.
"On this point, I miss you a little bit, Nemo." Oliver coughed dryly, rubbing his ears. "It's a little unfair that it's just me being embarrassed."
"I think you wouldn't hesitate if you had to choose between 'shameless' and 'inhuman cruelty'." Nemo's tone leaked an undisguised smile.
"There are too many things to remember, and many little things have become irrelevant - but that being said, you don't have to worry, I won't be at the level of Jesse." Nemo showed a serious look. "I think there's still a gap between 'light shame' and 'no shame'."
"Maybe I can help you get it back in another way." Oliver turned his face away, rubbing his ears harder and harder, and the pinna was red in the moonlight.
"I'm looking forward to it." Nemo raised an eyebrow.
Then he was silent for a few seconds, as if thinking.
After half a minute of quiet silence, the Demon King spoke again: "When Flint Lopez mentioned you at the bottom of the abyss, he probably never thought of the current scene."
"I didn't exist at that time, why did Dad mention me?" Oliver looked at the twinkling stars.
He kind of realized what Nemo was trying to do.
"Oh, what he said was- 'Sonia and I discussed it, if it's a lovely daughter, call it Olivia. If it's a son, call it Oliver. By the way, I'd rather have a Daughter.'" Nemo cleared his throat, imitating Flint's voice in memory.
"...You don't need to bring the second half of the sentence." Oliver responded bitterly.
"It's the truth." Unfortunately, Nemo didn't hold back and laughed outright.
Then his expression softened: "Flint and Ulysses, no, rambled all the way with me. About your mother, about you, about your future home, Ollie—maybe he never talked to me. You mentioned about your mother, but at the bottom of the abyss, he repeated it to me nineteen times in great detail."
"Now I know Flint Lopez's birthday, what his wife looks like, and I know their story very well. I've heard him tell about his hometown, and I know his pain... Would you like to hear it?"
"Yeah." Oliver replied gently, clenching the gold pendant in one hand.
That was the question he posed to the still-unfamiliar Nemo when they fled together in the frontier forest. Yes, his Demon Lord never forgets anything.
Just like in the not-so-distant past, Oliver's voice was a little choked with imperceptible choking.
"But the questions that were asked at that time... at least one, and I already knew the answer. I think you understand, Nemo."
Can a person really love another person that much
Now, maybe it really does.
He leaned on his "Mr. White," only this time he wasn't speaking out on his own. For the first time, Oliver listened quietly to the words from the depths of the abyss, not willing to miss even a single word.
Until the stars faded away, and the eastern sky began to turn white.
"… But, to be honest, I'm a little curious."
Oliver, who had not slept all night, moved his lower joints and rubbed his slightly sore eyes: "Nimo, what does Ulysses look like?"
Nemo's expression froze for a second.
"No no, I don't have to know. If you mind—"
"Do you mind? Of course I don't mind, Oliver, I can show you directly... as long as you don't mind."
"Of course." Oliver blinked.
His daemon rose from the skull and disappeared like smoke. Next, a terrifying head appeared in front of Oliver—the huge "Ulysses" floated in mid-air, his eyes locked on him, and his pupils were the Devil's Cross that he was familiar with.
Scythe-like forelimbs, the body lines are smooth and powerful. A bizarre and terrifying figure of an alien beast.
This is the Demon King who was "killed" by his father back then.
Oliver put his hands on the tree trunk, no longer leaning on the skull. He stood up straight and looked at the monster in front of him.
"According to human records, that human-shaped body is considered the 'nineteenth generation'. But in my memory, Nemo Wright is the one hundred and twenty-seventh 'Demon King' that I created. It started before it appeared."
It wasn't the Nemo's voice he was familiar with. The timbre is fantastic, clearly belonging to a creature other than humans.
Oliver hesitated for a moment, stretched out a hand, and poked solemnly at the location of the monster's nose in front of him—or rather, where he thought it was the nose.
Several giant eyes of "Ulysses" opened slightly at the same time.
"You have more guts than I thought," said the weird voice.
"It's, uh, spectacular. But it's hard for me to define a human aesthetic, and I don't think we need that either," Oliver said matter-of-factly. "Nemo, your body at the bottom of the abyss, shouldn't you..."
"Do you care?" "Ulysses" in front of him tilted his head, wondering if it was an illusion, Oliver read a bit of ridicule in it.
"You acquiesced to my rescue plan and are willing to return to the surface. This means that you must remain in a human form, or be able to change into a human form. Then... Then I'll be honest." Oliver sighed fiercely.
The Demon King quietly stared at the frowning human in front of him.
"...that pair of rings used up all my savings, and they were made in your human shape." Oliver scratched his hair fiercely, "I promised to put them on for you, but if you meet at the bottom of the abyss as soon as you meet It's like this..."
Confused, he gestured at the huge monster in front of him with the ring, trying to find a place where he could hang the ring.
"It's a bit difficult." Oliver's voice became more sincere. "Promise me, Nemo. Please cooperate with me when I take it out and become human, okay?"
Ulysses' figure suddenly disappeared. The familiar Nemo reappeared, sitting back on top of his skull with a helpless smile on his face.
"My savings are still there." Nemo coughed a few times, "but I've got to save them and find a suitable place to buy a house—you see, we can't live in the abyss when this is all over, can we? ?"
"..." Oliver choked suddenly. In some ways, his majesty is still very realistic, it's just a pity...
"Nemo, you're now presumed dead. No blood relatives are specified, and your private assets will go to Tumbleweed's team funds," he said bitterly.
Despite being a phantom, Nemo's face was visibly pale.
"Don't worry. Mr. Ann and Mr. Cross won't mess around, I'll keep an eye on Jesse." Oliver patted his chest quickly.
"...That's good." The Demon King breathed a sigh of relief.
The sun is about to rise as the sun rises from the edge of the sky. Oliver turned his head to the side and looked at the Ash Mountains with a golden edge.
"Nimo."
"Um?"
"Look east."
"Sunrises are beautiful, I know."
"You just said that the only thing you don't understand about the whole thing... Why did Flint Lopez steal the skull from the royal family and put it on the top of the tree."
"Yes."
"I think I can understand," Oliver said softly.
The tree was tall, but it was nowhere near the cedar tree in the backyard of the Ramon family hotel. After years of climbing up and down without telling his father, he was very familiar with the scenery there.
"When you were at the bottom of the abyss, you told him 'want to take a look at the surface'. It can be sealed in a box wrapped in layers by the royal family, and you can't see anything at all. Although for the 'dead' head, It's wishful thinking and pointless, but…”
Oliver retracted his gaze, turned slightly sideways, and rubbed the pale skull beside him.
"He put it there, probably to show you these."
The frontier forest seemed to wake up in the golden morning light, and a flock of birds flew from the forest. The Ash Mountains are like a broken, quaint picture frame between the sky and the forest. The sky burning with the morning glow clasps the whole world, there is a magnificent openness, but it is full of vitality.
"Then it's not 'wishful thinking,' Flint Lopez was successful."
Nemo stared at the morning mist that filled the forest.
"...because I did see it."
Noe City, nine hours ago.
Adrian Cross simply bought some supplies. He wrapped them skillfully and prepared to send them to Oliver the next day—although Oliver Ramon couldn't be weak from hunger or thirst overnight, a regular life was always better.
After inventorying the supplies, tidy up the paper packages and place them on the wooden table in the hotel room. Adrian thought for a moment and decided to take a cold shower.
The cold water slid down his skin, causing a shudder. Adrian brushed his wet hair back, and everything that happened not long ago kept spinning in his mind.
From a certain point of view, Ann Savage's acceptance is much higher than himself. As a senior black chapter, the new queen walked too long on the dark side of the world and scoffed at the rules of the world. He was equally calm on the surface, and when he put his hand on the terrifying heart, he was sure that his heartbeat was abnormally fast.
The pillar of the world, the floating cocoon. The truth of the Demon King of the Abyss, the Earth represents the body of God.
And that new-born god among men.
When he decided to go with the tumbleweed, he thought that he would seriously teach Oliver Ramon swordsmanship and fighting skills, that perhaps the bright young man could protect a village or two from bandits and bandits.
… a village or two.
Adrian put his left hand on his chest and shook his head with a wry smile.
He might need more time to digest this, Adrien thought. First he had to deal with his relationship with Jesse—
A wet black nose opened the bathroom door, and the beast's long mouth squeezed in through the crack of the door.
"How long do you have to wash? I brought the cake." Jesse's tone was somewhat inexplicable solemn.
"I dispersed all suspicious animals in the vicinity, and stuck a bronze do-not-disturb on the door. Miss Savage was sent back to the royal city by me, Ramon was busy making out with Wright, and the Pope of Ladd won't come now. Letter - All in all, it's safe this time."
"..." Adrian laughed, he put on his bathrobe and wiped his short hair casually. Get out of the bathroom.
The window was wide open, and the curtains were fluttering in the night wind. His god should have come in through the window, and he also brought a box that was obviously too large to be carried in human form.
The huge box that didn't exist in the room had been opened, and the cake was covered with finely processed fresh fruit, and the cream lace was not damaged in the slightest. Judging from the size of the cake, it is probably enough for two adults to eat for more than three days.
For some reason, Adrian could imagine Ann's toothache when she heard the request.
After looking around for a while, Jesse sniffed in satisfaction. This time, he didn't come up with any strange mechanism, and simply cut it with magic.
A perfectly shaped cake floated into the small saucer and floated to Adrian with the saucer. Jesse herself kept her animal shape, swallowing a large piece with great pleasure, her long mouth full of cream.
Adrian didn't say no, picked up the plate obediently, and the sweet aroma of fresh cream and fruit penetrated his nostrils. He took a small piece with a fork and ate quietly. The long tail of the giant beast swept slowly beside his feet, and there was a soft thick carpet under his feet, and the long soft hair brushed the soles of his feet.
"About Mr. Ramon's plan—" Adrian spoke first.
"Huh? Ed, you've got cream on your face." Jesse seemed to be off topic as he swallowed another piece of cake. The beautiful blue animal eyes swept over.
Not too accustomed to the recovery of his own strength, Adrian turned his head subconsciously and looked for the clean handkerchief on the table.
Then a wet, warm touch swept across his cheeks.
Adrian silently wiped his neck and the side of his face—his gods had indeed removed that annoying little patch of cream, and then smeared more with his tongue.
"Jessie..." He sighed, and began to consider whether to use the Cleansing Charm.
The white giant beast let out a laughing sound, and slapped its tongue in a rather malicious manner. The cream on the skin suddenly became more and more.
Adrian gave up the idea of using the cleansing spell, rubbed his hands, stared blankly at the tongue, and recalled Ann's catching it for a few seconds.
But this time he didn't succeed.
The beast leaned forward and turned into a human figure just when he was about to shoot. Unsuspectingly, he was hit by the airflow of the shape-shifting spell, and Adrian lost his balance instantly. The upside-down figure undoubtedly completely shattered his hopes of stabilizing his feet—
The beautiful blond youth sat on him, with the vertical pupils of the beast remaining in his eyes, and the fingertips that brushed against Adrian's chest still had the beast's claws, easily leaving a few cuts on the nightgown.
Jesse wiped the cream from his mouth, thought for a moment, leaned down, and licked the remaining cream on the side of Adrian's face. The beast's tongue was fine, but when it was replaced by a human tongue, the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.
Then he stood up and looked seriously into the eyes of the believers below him.
"I have an idea," Jesse muttered, digging her fingers into the slit in her robe. "The closest I've ever seen you to being shaken was that night at Clement's Cathedral. Dear Ed, since you insist you won't shake, may I try again?"
He licked the corner of his mouth, stopped, and asked quite seriously.
Fingertips that retain animal characteristics made the skin on his chest slightly sting, Adrian stretched out a hand and brushed his beautiful blue eyes with his creamy fingers.
Those eyes were playful and confused, with a little bit of competitiveness, a little bit of desire, and a little softness that their owners had not yet noticed.
"Yes," he replied.
At least this time he could see the end with his own eyes.
He may not be the more shaken one, he thought, giving the god a quiet smile.
The author has something to say:
Nemo: It doesn't matter if there's something like shame. The pillar of the world smiles against the wind and clouds, without fear.
Ollie: Your private account has been confiscated.
Nemo: ∑(;ω;)… Where's my money! The money I put here!