A former fool wants to change the world

This chapter Mitlas is in the first person.

I've seen a lot of strange patients, including a desert girl with Oedipus disease.

In the desert, I met a fainted girl who seemed not much older than the traveler who saved the grass god.

The girl's honey-like skin was covered with shocking wounds, like the wounds of a single person singling out an entire tribe, and I could only try to treat her until she woke up to thank us, but because of her health, I couldn't let her leave in a hurry.

Then one night, I heard her sing in her voice that hadn't fully healed.

It's more like a roar than a song, a roar of this desert, of the unjust treatment of the world.

"This statement is also possible, but I personally think there is a more appropriate metaphor." Perron said at the time.

"It was the chewing sound of a painful madman who was tearing down the suffering and the past life."

Sometimes I wonder if I hadn't been helped by Estee Volley, would I have been cornered by the world like Jede.

Did I really have a bad attitude towards him before? Thinking about it now, it's more like an outrage, translating the hatred of his powerlessness to another person, just because he was once a fool.

I am no stranger to him, otherwise I would not have stuttered at all when I met him "for the first time".

The figure that appeared frequently in my father's mouth in my memories reappeared in front of my eyes, he was like an uncatchable wind, it was difficult to stay in order to protect him, but he would leave a safe place in the eye of the storm for those who cared about.

Later, from the letters we received from Ashi Volley, we learned and pieced together some of the things about the "wanderer".

At this time, even if you shake the classmates, the tutor has no way to solve the problem.

Because "wanderers" are, in the final analysis, tools of self-awareness, which cannot be measured by human standards.

I can't imagine if one day my medicine stove was thrown away because of aging, and it turned into a fine and blamed me.

According to the treatment method of the grass god, maybe the life theory school will add an additional course of "psychological research on the creation of gods" for this sinner who almost ruined the void?

The last sentence on the traveler's letter is:

To be able to make such a decision... She may not be my moon anymore.

I became more convinced that the "wanderer" was most likely the type who deliberately made things difficult, rather than the new Earth Demon God, who often inadvertently stepped on a minefield.

Just like now.

"If this is the case, the creation of the gods is a victim of the Doctor like Lugobis, and there is a saying in mankind called 'the enemy of the enemy is a friend', can it be allied with him?"

May such a sentence suddenly appear when Xiu was chopping vegetables, thank God, Lulu has the patience to give an answer.

"Because bad people never cease to be bad people because they are victimized."

Ash, who was burning oil next to her, beat two eggs into the pot.

"Can't you tell the difference between an egg and a duck egg? Why stir-fry together? "

"I did it on purpose."

"But wouldn't that be hard to eat?"

"Because it's for you."

"You've finally changed your mind about me?"

"No, just because you're an asshole."

Burst. Sure enough, it had to be a poetry volley. Why did I think my father was looking at the wrong person just because of my identity?

He is the one who can bring us together.

PS: This novel is not aimed at any characters, if you feel offended, go and greet the bad copy of the game.