Stray: Chapter 31 aftermath of the battle

Nimo wished that this was a continuation of that strange dream, or that they were still lying on the bed in the hotel room, just by some wonderful illusion. It even felt like a dream - he was not under the control of some unknown will, and in those short ten minutes, he did quite understand what he was doing and what he could do. Like surfacing from a turbid bottom, all the mysteries in his life were answered in an instant.

Then he woke up with only vague fragments in his mind. This made him hold his breath in his chest, anxious and angry, and anxiously wanted to hit the ground. Panic and dazed follow - Nemo has countless biographies of adventurers, countless tales of war and magic, and no book has recorded anything like space magic. If it was just a little trick not worth mentioning, he couldn't even convince himself.

It is no longer a matter of "birth", and he is not even sure if he is still human. Nemo subconsciously touched his waist, only to feel the damaged fabric. His **** pack should still be in the hotel room, and the gold pendant is not on him right now.

He needs it more than ever before - it's almost his last straw right now, keeping him close to the perception that "he's human".

Oliver now has a good reason to leave. The hope of successfully completing the mission is slim, the team won't last long, and the companions... Even Nemo himself doesn't know what happened to him. It is estimated that only God knows what he is. Nemo exhaled sharply. He knew there was no point in his own entanglement—so he hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

But Oliver's answer was completely beyond his expectations. His attitude didn't seem to be fake, those emerald eyes didn't turn away, he even dared to reach out and touch himself. The panic instantly faded, and part of it turned into ecstasy, and Nemo only felt his feet on the ground again.

So when Nemo waited for the other party to withdraw his hand, he quickly stepped forward and gave the other party a strong hug. "I love you so much," he was so excited that he even used his honorary title, he couldn't help but put his chin on Oliver's shoulder and slapped him twice on the back. "I promise I'll never hurt you! God, Ollie, I—"

He has no words, and doesn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. Oliver's back seemed to stiffen a bit, but Nemo didn't care—he couldn't promise to get used to it right away if it was himself.

"...You just let me watch this?" A somewhat muffled female voice suddenly sounded. "Baggarmoru, I need an explanation."

The female warrior folded her arms and looked at it with interest not far away.

"That is indeed a superior demon, I will never admit it wrong!" The gray parrot shouted, and it flew closer to the two of them hesitantly. "Don't you humans like to let corpses rot in places where no one cares? I didn't know they were still alive! Hey, idiot, where's the black armor just now?"

Good question. Nemo slowly released Oliver, who was frozen in stone, and carefully tugged at his nightgown, so as not to be naked in front of the lady.

"I... um." He coughed a few times, pretending to be calm, and decided not to care about the grey parrot's name. "We beat him, so be it. Bagmoru, why did you call her here? Didn't I tell you to run away?"

"She insists on coming," cried the grey parrot, resting on Nemo's shoulder. "I... I'm just here to take a look!"

"This time is enough for the two of you to die ten times. The superior demons don't have the habit of admiring the corpse in place." An approached, frowning at the scarlet ice thorns scattered across the desert . "Even if I want to escape, I have to confirm the characteristics of the opponent. You know, you can see a lot of things from the corpse." She raised her hand and shook the teleportation paper that was full of trigger status at them.

"It does look serious, but you are not seriously injured." After extinguishing the magic circle, her sharp eyes swept over the two. "what happened?"

When she said this, I don't know if it was a coincidence, her eyes just stopped on Nemo.

Nimo turned his eyes away with a headache, he didn't mean to hide, but he really didn't know how to describe everything just now.

"He saved me, that's what I'm going to say." Oliver opened his mouth and put his hand on Nemo's shoulder, his fingers flexing slightly. "The rest is best left to him."

Nimo instantly understood the meaning of the other party, which is to leave the decision of whether to confess to himself. Perhaps it would be more beneficial for him to conceal it. Ann did not have a deep friendship with them and could leave at any time. Without the guidance of an experienced female fighter, the two of them could only collide like headless flies. but…

"That's right." Nemo stood up straight, "Ann, I'm probably not human, and that's a pretty high probability. No, not the demon warlock kind, I'm probably…" He paused Dayton, some struggle. It seemed as if that sentence would not come true unless it was said. "I may be a superior demon."

The female warrior didn't answer, just narrowed her eyes.

"I don't want to hide it from you, it's not fair to you." Nemo licked his chapped lips and tasted the salty blood on them. "I opened a rift in space and threw the superior demon—if it was a superior demon at all—in. I seem to know him."

"Sounds just space magic." An pondered for a moment, "And what does 'seem to know'?"

"Not ordinary space magic, I know what's over there. Ann, I threw him back into the abyss." Nemo shook his head, "I did know him when I did that. But not now, I don't remember exactly."

"Impossible!" The parrot flew from Nemo's shoulder, "No one can connect to the abyss from the surface! And if you are a superior demon, I can't mistake the same kind!"

"Do you know Witherspoon and Delarionne of Gravity Labyrinth?" Nemo asked rhetorically.

"I know the Gravity Labyrinth," said the grey parrot. "Near the bottom of the abyss, annoying places, I never go--Witherspoon doesn't know, never heard of a race called that. I do know Laraine, he's famous in the abyss."

"...I just called him 'the little guy with a bit of a character'." Nemo gave a short laugh. "I think only your kind can say that."

The Grey Parrot looked at Nemo steadily, and stopped making a sound.

"But you don't remember." Ann said, no emotion in her voice. "You don't remember anything."

"Yes."

"I see." Ann nodded, "Then when we go to the dungeon, you still have to stay outside and watch the wind."

Nimo looked up sharply.

"Thank you for your trust. Your choice is right, if I realize this..." After a few seconds of cold pause, An calmly continued. "I will definitely kill you."

Nemo shivered. Although he had prepared for the worst, he couldn't help but stare at the female warrior in shock.

"I'm not a Zeni believer, but I'm a human, and I hope you understand that. Don't make that look—I won't tell you, though I'd like to." Ann shrugged.

"Just a conjecture!" Nemo quickly defended, "It's just a possibility, not 100%—"

"Enough." Oliver patted him on the back from behind, "Let's go back first."

"It may be a good thing done by 'Cahill'." Ann handed the slowly burning transfer paper to the two, looking as usual. "The superior demon who took you away is very careful. The most common teleportation paper is used in the room. It seems that he wants to kill us quietly." She had just finished speaking, and they had returned to the familiar hotel room. . The parrot fell to the floor, eyes wide open, in a daze in a strange posture.

"You rest first, we can talk in detail tomorrow morning. The other party is very cautious and will not attack us so soon." Anchong and the others smiled reluctantly and left the room, not forgetting to close the door .

The heavy wooden door closed behind her, and the corridor in front of her was dark. The female warrior leaned against the door panel and slowly slid to the ground. She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking slightly.

"He trusts me," she whispered to herself. "He trusts me, I know. I… am I right, brother?"

But the darkness did not respond to her.

"Do you need to change rooms?" Nemo said carefully when only the two of them were left in the room. "...I can understand, I wouldn't mind, really!"

"No." Oliver simply refused. He dug out the nightgown prepared by the hotel from the closet, took off his blood-stained shirt, and revealed his sturdy upper body. "Are you going to wash first or me?"

"You...you go first." Oliver was too natural, and Nemo's tongue was a little knotted.

Oliver nodded and went into the bathroom first. Soon there was the sound of water.

Nemo's nightgown was covered in blood clots and sand, and he sat down on the floor, not wanting to soil the clean sheets. Baglmore was still lying on his side, and if it wasn't for breathing, Nemo would have thought it was dead.

He poked the stiff grey parrot with his hand: "You say you know Della Layne, who is he?"

"We call him Abyss Sage." Grey Parrot explained feebly, "No one knows how long he lived, he is the only aggregate in the abyss."

"Aggregate?"

"Our race has a name, but we also have our own name, just like you humans. But he is not, his name is the name of the race - there is only one Deralainen in the whole abyss. He He has been staying in the corner of the abyss, no one has seen his body, he communicates with us only by eyeballs. His eyeballs are crawling all over the abyss, except for the bottom of the abyss, he basically knows everything." It thought for a while, Added a sentence. "More like a **** than a sage."

“…”

"The aggregate - that's what he's famous for. You see, even if the flesh is separated like me, the spirit can only be on one of them. He is different, his eyeballs share a will , but can act separately, so he can possess multiple targets at once. Damn, that's enviable."

"Is he strong?"

"I don't know, he doesn't usually get involved in fights. Almost the entire abyss thinks he has a character problem...but I don't admit you are my kind! If you really have another flesh in your body, I'm sure We will find out! Besides, there is no such thing as memory loss of superior demons - our true consciousness is in the body, and it cannot be affected by the flesh and blood on the surface. My judgment will not be wrong!"

"You also said before that 'no one can connect to the abyss from the surface'." Nemo looked at the ceiling a little out of strength, "Maybe you just don't know." Excellent, not even superior demons Know what he is.

Candlelight casts long shadows on the statue of Zeni in the room.

Nemo tried to grasp the remaining fragments of consciousness, hoping to find more clues. The moment he split the space, he knew who he was, and he knew the answer. But now he can only grasp a trace of emotion at that time.

He didn't mention it to anyone, because the emotion made him feel bad. He imagined many absurd possibilities, from superior demons in the abyss to unknown monsters, from harmless ordinary people to dead souls. He may have been prominent, or he may have been born in nothingness, just a meaningless speck of dust.

Whatever the answer is, he shouldn't be in that mood—

It was childlike simplicity, close to the joy of happiness.

(m..=)