My Boss, the White-haired Nun

Everything is silent and silent, as if returning to the beginning.

No one saw that under the surface of the water, his golden pupils twisted vertically, and his flame-like red hair had a jet-black luster spreading from the roots.The fingers twisted and curled into fists, the skin was chapped, and the joints creaked.

"I see evil in the dark, and evil in the light."

The proclamation he made five hundred years ago on the battlefield of the last battle echoed in his ears.

But maybe... I am the evil that cannot be washed away in the darkness and light.Like the most despicable beggar swaying at the border of darkness and light, dripping the silt that represents sin from his body, leaving bad marks on the boundary between the two, he is neither tolerated by darkness nor accepted by light.

There were blue veins on his face, and bones on his back broke through the skin and emerged along the spine.Then it melts into the skin again, reappears, and repeats the cycle.

Just when his pupils were about to twist completely and his long hair was almost completely swallowed by the black hair, the sound of a pulley door suddenly sounded from the door.A crisp voice came in suddenly.

"I'm in!"

"Wow—"

There was a sound of water breaking in the bathroom, and Gong Ming poked his head out of the water.Inhaling heavily, her red hair flung out a string of water in the air.The fine water droplets shone brilliantly under the light.

Gong Ming looked at the person who came, everything on his body seemed to return to normal in an instant, his skin became fair and tidy again, only one pupil on his face showed a distorted vertical pupil, that eye There are also a few bulging veins and wrinkled echinacea around.

It looked a little grim.

"..."

When the visitor saw his appearance, he was silent for a moment, then he sucked on his slippers and walked to the side of the bath with his two white thighs wrapped under the towel, sat down, and stretched out his hands to hold the man's somewhat embarrassed face.

She brought her face close, and the two looked at each other. The purple eyes looked at the vertical pupil and the normal golden eyes. She stroked his face gently with her fingers, as if she wanted to smooth his face. Those veins and folds.

"Xi'er..." the man opened his mouth, obviously he was thrown into the bathtub, but his voice was as dry as that of a thirsty traveler in the desert.

"You're here."

"Well, here I come."

The girl pressed her small face to the front, and gently rubbed her white and tender face against the ferocious wrinkle on the face in front of her. The expression on her face reminded one of the saint who pityed the dragon in a certain religious mural. woman, or Esmeralda who brought water to Quasimodo.

There was silence between the two until the distortion in Gong Ming's eyes completely disappeared.

"Are you sick again?"

At this time, the purple-haired girl asked softly.

"Ah."

Gong Ming lay on the edge of the bathtub, grabbed Xi'er's left hand with his right hand, lowered his head, buried his face in the girl's thigh wrapped in the towel, and let out a hum from his nasal cavity.

"The interval between attacks is getting shorter and shorter." The girl stroked the head resting on her lap, and stroked the man's wet hair lightly with her fingers, helping him tidy up the messy hair.

"I know." The man replied, but he didn't raise his head, but the voice came from over there, and the heat from his words hit the girl's thigh through the bath towel, causing a smear on her face. Alluring blush.

"You should rest more. If you continue like this, you won't last long." Xier's voice entered the man's ears, as clear and gentle as he was familiar with.

"I want to rest too." The man sighed. "But how can I rest?"

He raised his head from the girl's lap, looking at the bright reflection of the lights in the bath, feeling a little lost.

"This St. Freya Academy seems solid and powerful, but in this absurd era, it is as fragile and fragile as the reflection in the water. If there is a slight mistake, it will be reduced to ashes in the whirlpool of catastrophe .”

His left hand hung down, and it naturally fell on the water surface, causing circles of ripples, and the reflection of the light also set off circles of waves, as if it might break at any time.

"Since I want to protect them, how can I rest..."

"If you continue like this, sooner or later you will conjure up one of the catastrophes that will destroy them."

The girl got up from the edge of the bath, took the towel with her, soaked in the water of the bath, and sat beside Gong Ming.

Under the surface of the pool, Gong Ming's right hand and the girl's left hand were still holding each other.

"If that's the case..." Gong Ming laughed lightly upon hearing this.

"Then I will trouble you when I am about to become that catastrophe."

"It's cruel."

Xi'er tilted her head and looked at him, saying such words, but there was no hint of cruelty in her tone. "Leave such a thing in my hands."

"Can't you be gentle with me?" the girl said, "It's like treating your little girlfriend, or that Yae Sakura... Wasn't Yae Sakura a Herrscher before? Why don't you look for her?"

"Sakura..." Gong Ming repeated the name, smiled lightly and shook his head.

"Sakura is not suitable for such a thing. After all, when everyone can tell at a glance that she is a girl who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, in fact, the so-called soft outside and strong on the inside is just her protective color for herself. "

"If I die in her hands, no matter what I ordered or what kind of last words I left behind."

The man looked at the ceiling and said softly, "She won't even have the courage to continue living."

He suddenly sneered, as if he felt a great mockery.

"They're all children..."

"Me neither." Hearing this, the purple-haired girl looked at the man beside her and said seriously.

"And speaking of children, am I the youngest of these people you know?"

"That can't be helped." Gong Ming shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care. "Who made you so unlucky that you just appeared by my side when I needed you most."

"If you want to put it this way, it should be said that I was so unlucky to meet you, right?" Xi'er also followed his example and shrugged her shoulders. The fragrant shoulders exposed in the air reflected the white porcelain under the light General gloss.