Teresa won't starve

After realizing this problem, Teresa wanted to apologize: "I'm sorry, I didn't have..."

only--

"Forget it." The headmaster didn't seem to want to argue with her any longer, but after squinting at her, he waved his hands and signaled her to go in: "You change into clean clothes before going in."

"Oh."

Well known.

Theresa changing clothes is equivalent to dusting, even if it is the same clothes.

It’s just that the Twilight Knight Armor is a combat uniform after all, so I don’t want to wear it at home; so after a little selection, I chose it—after staying on the school uniform given by MEI, I clicked on the one next to it and went through the ‘Sakura Fire Dance’ before.

762 "Family Dinner"

On the contrary, the principal was also surprised: "Why did you remember to wear this?"

"...Isn't this, no clothes to wear?"

"You still have no clothes... Huh?"

The principal just showed a look of 'Who are you lying to? ' expression, just because he quietly opened the background system and found that the 'Detective Opera' was seriously damaged, he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

But the headmaster quickly covered up the past, and didn't get entangled in this matter: "It's okay, I'll make another one for you next time when I have time."

"Oh."

Since it was the headmaster who said it, it's probably okay.

Teresa went straight to the living room, lay on the sofa and waited for dinner.

After all, she hadn't had the principal's meal for a long time.

As a result, as soon as she lay down, sleepiness surged up uncontrollably, so much so that she fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

......

In the nearly dreamless sleep, she felt her body shaking as if she was on a boat, Teresa was startled and regained consciousness from her sleep.

It's just that she was not fully awake yet, all she could think about was: "Is dinner ready?"

Then I felt that something was handed to my face, and someone said: "Wipe it quickly, the saliva is left."

"Oh."

After Teresa took it, she wiped the corners of her mouth and chin with that thing.

I don't know if it's really drooling, or that thing is wet, anyway, Teresa feels that her face is still wet after wiping.

"Hey... let's go." (It's an asterisk)

With the voice, Teresa was helped up, and with the piece of cloth that wiped the 'spit', 'smeared' Teresa's face, which made Teresa couldn't help struggling: "Don't! My face is full of saliva!"

"Don't move! It's not saliva, it's just a wet towel!"

"Oh."

This time Teresa was completely awake, and she didn't smell any saliva after sucking her neck; instead, there was a very strong smell of soap, coupled with the slight discomfort on her face...

So Teresa stopped moving.

Let the other party finish wiping her face, remove the towel that blocked her view, and change to another towel to wipe her hands (Note), so that Teresa can see clearly who is scrubbing herself.

"Why are you here?"

After hearing this, the girl on the opposite side with long black hair and wearing a maiden costume that has not changed much, who looks about the same age as Teresa, gave Teresa a 'very unhappy' look: "Samurai-sama has been out playing for a long time by himself, have you forgotten Shiyin?"

"I wasn't just playing..." Looking at Shiyin's increasingly weird eyes, Teresa felt a little scared for some reason, "I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

"Forget it, there is no sincerity at all."

In the time it took to speak, she wiped Teresa's spotless little white hands, making it impossible to see what she wiped off.

Or it might just be a formality. (Note)

After that, I used two clean wet towels to wash off the soap foam on Teresa's face and hands. This was the end: "Are you feeling better now?"

"Ugh..."

Not to mention, Teresa is really comfortable like this.

In particular, the windows of the mansion were not closed, so that the small wind outside the window could blow in, and it gave her a slightly refreshing feeling after blowing on her face.

And the scent of soap in the nose is also very comfortable to the sense of smell.

Seeing that she had achieved her goal, Shiyin picked up the basin and walked to the side, and told Theresa: "Let's have dinner together when Shiyin comes back."

"Oh."

That being said, it doesn't take long.

After just a while, Shiyin put the grooming utensils back to the original place, and the principal had already cleaned the door, and served a well-dressed dinner by the way.

It's also rare that Shiyin didn't say some unpleasant things because she had dinner with the principal; she just sat next to Teresa and fed her like an unmarried wife.

Does that sound like a good thing?

But ah!

"What exactly is going on?"

Seeing that besides myself, the principal, and Shiyin, there are actually A872, Little Karen, Femiris, etc., some of the kanban girls who I meet once in a while, and some who have never seen it at all. and familiars.

It's no wonder that Shiyin didn't express her opinion to the head of the school, because she has too many people who have opinions, and she can't express them.

On the contrary, the head of the school is very open to this matter: "Isn't it good for everyone to come out to meet once in a while and have a meal together?"

"I didn't say it was bad, but this..."

While talking, A872, who was still staring at the red liquid in the glass in a daze, also raised his head at this moment and glanced at it with those red eyes.

I always feel that something is wrong!

763 "Wendy"

Future, New Zealand.

In the remote South Pacific, there is a democratic country whose beautiful scenery is as beautiful as a painter's work.

As described in most works, one side is dotted with green grass and white towers like a countryside, and the other side is a brightly lit city that never sleeps.

Like a fantasy landscape, two landscapes belonging to different eras are glued together, but it will not make people feel that there is any violation.

however.

Such a beautiful city, comparable to a resort, was destroyed by a storm that the weather forecast bureau failed to catch at around four o'clock this morning.

The dark clouds covering the sky covered the brilliant sun, making it even more terrifying than the dark sky even though it was daytime.

One, two, three... A number of spiral white pillars fell from the sky, piercing through the earth like huge drill bits, and by the way, everything that touched it was rolled up into the sky, and then Falling down into a heap of useless wreckage.

Hurricane breathing, lightning and thunder, and deafening noises are mixed into the movement of the end; but it seems that there is no sound-there is no living sound.

Let it be so 'quiet' again.

......

Nibbling!

With a head of black hair that is not too long, it can even be said to be short, no, maybe it can't be called "black" method - just like inner highlighting, you can see the green hidden in the inner test when you turn it over.

In stark contrast to the main body of this short hair, the slightly long braid on the right side of the girl's chin seems to be similar to an aunt who is clearly in her forties but still looks like a primary school student. Kind of similar.

A long scarf dotted with green windmills was wrapped around her neck, and it was blown behind the girl by the strong wind at high altitude, which contrasted with the pair of emerald green wings that looked like plastic products.

The upper body is a white very Arabian women's clothing, which only includes long sleeves and the part above the ribs, but exposes the bottom, including the sexy belly.

Coupled with the white short skirt on the upper and lower body, the girl has some very distinct characteristics of the desert country.

however.

The girl who seemed to be wearing this outfit was purely because she was too hot and wanted to cool herself off; at this moment, she was sitting on the roof of the only tall building that was still standing, her clothes rattled by the cold current in the storm rattle.

People will have a kind of 'Is it the wrong season? 'Sense of remembrance.

But the girl didn't seem to feel it at all, and even sat and watched the increasingly violent storm with a calm face.

Like an old smoker, he took out a strange painted paper box from the clothes where the pockets were completely invisible; and shook it a little harder, and then a long strip came out of the tiny opening at the front.

Then the girl lowered her head slightly, pulled out the stick with her teeth, and took out the lighter—no, she grabbed the end of the stick with the other hand.

After biting the teeth a little bit harder, the strip fell off with a crisp sound.

With the missing part entering her mouth, the girl did not chew it while it was still crisp and refreshing like most people, but used saliva and a mouth temperature much higher than the outside world to melt the layer of dark chocolate wrapped on the surface.

After a light bitterness, there is a heavy sweetness. This is not an unpleasant taste, but it happens to be the most hated part of some people who hate it.

The most different thing about this thick snack like Pocky is that when the slightly bitter dark chocolate crispy skin on the surface enters the esophagus, only sweet but not greasy biscuit sticks remain.

And because of the bitterness in front of it, this sweet sublimation has become a yearning for beauty.

Just like the taste of XX——

764 "The Herrscher Killer"

"Bronya."

When a person makes a certain decision, it is impossible to go back to the past.

Whether it is the "she" in the mouth, or choose to follow the thoughts in the heart and vent the anger to the world, but accidentally become the executioner who slaughters thousands of creatures.

Looking down at the hands that were still so white that they were almost transparent, they seemed to see the 'blood' that lost its color and became colorless.

However, at this moment, she had clearly realized what she had done, but she didn't even have the slightest intention of repenting in her heart, instead she seemed very calm.

It's like doing something that doesn't matter.

"Ok?"

As if it was an illusion, Wendy looked back as if feeling something.

But because this is a rooftop with no shelter, all she can see is the disaster background in another direction, and there is no person or thing she wants to see.

So he quickly turned his gaze back, purely treating it as an illusion.

After all, when facing the Herrscher, there is almost only one dead end. How could there be anyone else alive besides her?

......

Go back in time a little bit.

"...When necessary, kill her!"

In order to avoid signal interference, a local transfer station was used as a channel, and a special 'pager' (same shape) with a structure that could only communicate in a small area, issued a male voice with a majestic tone and a slightly feminine timbre. (Japanese version is dubbed, the Chinese version does not have this feeling)

But the girl who heard the voice, or——the little girl?But he didn't mean to laugh at him at all. Instead, he replied with such a flat face that he almost didn't know what emotion was: "Understood."

She was wearing a white waterproof hooded windbreaker, allowing her to keep out of the rain as long as she put the hood on her head like a raincoat.But I don't know if something went wrong when designing the clothes, so this white windbreaker can't protect the exposed shoulders from the wind and rain.

And underneath the trench coat is a black bodysuit, or a dress with a white cross drawn on the front?

Around the waist is a dark red sash, which seems to be used to distinguish between 'top' and 'skirt'.

However, for the convenience of movement, avoid being seen under the skirt due to excessive movements; the little girl also wore a pair of black boxer shorts, and the color is basically the same as the clothes on her body, making the shorts seem to be in harmony with the clothes. A whole is average.

On the legs are two black knee socks that may seem purely for "looking good" in the eyes of others, but there is no "beauty and ugliness" in the "limited" life of the little girl.

She didn't even understand what it meant to be alive.

Further down, there are white short boots that are comparable to rain boots, and the anti-skid shooting on the soles, so that little girls can easily move freely in rainy days, muddy roads, and mountains without worrying too much about being dragged down by the shoes.

This is like being fully armed, so that outsiders can see what she looks like from any angle.

Only the occasional blond hair falling from the hood—

In order to save power, the little girl set the function that it will not 'automatically' turn on in any way unless someone actively contacts it from the outside.

He put the pager into the pocket of the windbreaker, but when he pulled out his hand, another thing inside happened to be squeezed out.

The sharp-eyed little girl picked it up directly from the ground, and after a closer look, she found that it was a fake butterfly that could automatically flap its wings like a perpetual motion machine due to its peculiar structure.

This thing was a gift given to her by any target as a reward in a previous 'communication' mission after the mission was over. It is said that this is an extremely important thing for a certain person.