How Can My Hyakki Yagyo Be So Cute

Baron Bilbom has two sons.

The eldest son Alan Bilbom, who will inherit his title in the future, loves to read. He has a calm and gentle personality. He has shown wisdom beyond ordinary people since he was a child. Even the baronial people think he will become a wise lord. .

The evening passed quietly, and the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared beyond the horizon, and the dark night enveloped Baron Bilbom's mansion as always.

Alan Bilbom, who was obsessed with a biography of a great sage, lit the oil lamp on the table with a match as usual.

But the light brought by the fire lasted less than five minutes, and the whole room fell into darkness again.

The lamp oil is gone.

Not only the oil lamp, but also the bottle containing the lamp oil is empty.

Although it’s okay to call servants to get lamp oil from other places, but now most of the servants in the mansion have rested. With Alan’s innate good character, he doesn’t want to disturb them for his own little things. .

So he simply went to the nearby utility room in the dark, hoping to find a spare lamp oil from it.

As a result, I searched for a long time in the debris left by my ancestors who made great contributions to the kingdom, but the pile was covered with dust, but I found something that looked like a candle.

If you just read a book, even candles are fine.

Thinking of this, Allen returned to his room with the candle, and then skillfully lit it with a match.

After that, he saw the whole picture of this strange candle: the shape of the candle looks like an orange bird with its wings folded. After the candle is lit, the light is like a bird. The feathers on the top of the head are as gorgeous as the feathers.

With the flickering of the candlelight on the candlebird's eyes, the light spots reflected make it seem to be alive, full of vivid feelings.

After examining the candle for a moment, Allen began to read the book that he had not finished reading.

"That book, is it interesting?"

I don't know how long it took, an ethereal and ethereal voice sounded.

"Not bad. Lord Roy, the sage, recorded a lot of interesting things when he traveled to the mainland, such as the apple grove on the top of Mount Amos..." At this point, the boy suddenly felt something was wrong. He raised his head and found one. The girl is floating above the room.

The other party has a rare long black hair, and at this moment, this long hair, which is like night, is floating around her as if it has life.

The girl was wearing a strange orange-red dress with golden silk thread embroidered with feathers and moire. Allen swears that he has never seen a dress with such long and wide cuffs-the noble ladies at the recent noble ball Our sleeves are getting shorter and shorter, and there are more and more exposed parts on the arms. They are more willing to use fabrics on the skirts, even if that will make the skirts extremely heavy, so that they even need to use **** and skirts. The pulley can move freely.

However, although the costumes are strange, even from Alan’s aesthetics, there is still a strange beauty that can make people accidentally indulge in it.

This may be related to the fact that the girl herself is a beauty with an extraordinary temperament...

"What are you...what?!" Allen felt a bit dry, but not because of physical impulse, but simply because of fear when he saw something he couldn't understand.

Although he has also seen records such as "magic" and "alchemy" in the notes of some alchemists, it has been verified that those are either tricks or the result of the other side's indiscretion.

Therefore, when seeing this supernatural scene with your own eyes, it is normal that the worldview will be impacted.

The girl did not answer, but pointed downward.

Alan looked in the direction she pointed out, and found that the girl’s lower body was becoming more and more transparent, and she couldn't even see anything from below her knees, only the pulsating candlelight still bloomed. Shining.

Then Allen noticed a strange place.

In his feeling, it should have been a long time since he lit the candle, and even the most durable candle had to be burnt for a while. The candle that can be made into a bird is still exactly the same as at the beginning, without any change at all.

"Are you the smoke from a candle?"

The youth's strong thirst for knowledge overwhelmed his psychological fear, making him involuntarily curious to ask each other.

"To be precise, I am the detachment of the information in the candle through the flame." The girl whispered something that a teenager in the medieval era like Europa would never understand: "If you must understand, The candle is my body."

"Then can I call you a candle?" Allen asked excitedly for some reason.

"Please call me a roadrunner." The girl born from the candlelight refused the nickname without hesitation.

"Who made you? Is it an alchemist? Or a legendary great sage?"

"I am the creation of the goddess, and my mission is to return to the goddess... But unfortunately, as you can see, I don't have the ability to move." The girl continued to say with the illusory voice before: "If you If you are willing to help, let me return to the goddess, and I can fulfill one of your wishes."

"Goddess? How can I help?"

Allen blinked, then asked.

He feels that the amount of information he knows today is, in a sense, more than in his previous half of his life...

"Just kill'I'." Roadrunner said in a calm voice.

"……what?"

"The state of the candle was originally formed due to the distortion when crossing the wall of law. The existence of'I' is also part of this distortion. As long as the distortion is corrected, the'Goddess Device·Roadrunner' can naturally return to Lord Goddess. "As if not even noticing the shock on the boy's face, the girl continued: "The specific method is to throw the candle into a stove above 1,200 degrees Celsius, and use a weight of more than 500 tons from a height of 1,000 meters. It can be done by dropping a candle or using an explosion equivalent to about 10 million tons of TNT."

"Although I don't know what you are talking about, but I always think it's amazing..."

The ancient people in the Middle Ages looked dumbfounded.

"Of course, if none of this is possible, there is an easier way." The girl continued blankly: "Blow out the candle and hide it where no one can find it."

"Is that all right?"

The teenager was a little surprised.

"When everyone forgets the existence of the candle, it is equivalent to being'destroyed'. Compared with the above several physical destructions, this method of directly negating its meaning is closer to destroying the essence." Roadrunner Staring at the young man, he said slowly.

"Wait a minute, but do I still remember it? Wouldn't it be impossible to satisfy the condition of'Everyone Forgot'?"

Allen discovered the swan point in the maiden theory.

"It's okay. Before that, I will teach you how to make potions with some herbs. After you drink it, you won't remember anything."

"..."

So Allen decided to keep the candle and see what happened.