because i am stel

Very nice and spirited.

Persephone curled her lips inwardly, watching the other Shirter in the monitor gradually lose her breath, and soon, apart from her and Kelsey, even the nurse who came over to turn over the quilt, or others The medical staff should not even think about seeing this lady clone who has completely eliminated her sense of existence.

So she nodded, but she didn't comment on the quality of this operation.

"Interesting way to deal with it. Sylter, is that also your body?"

"Of course forget it." Miss Shier Teer waved her right arm that was constructed but always gave people a sense of incongruity. "I cut off the concept of my right hand and put it there. It is naturally my body, not a casual construction with strength, similar to your ordinary incarnation like a drone controlled by your mind-I have always said If we can do it, since we agreed to stay with her, it is naturally impossible to deal with it in a casual way."

"You really care about her."

"It's Kelsey after all." Shirter shrugged slightly, and then felt a little puzzled. "Well, do you have any other ideas, Persephone."

Miss Shirtle, I always feel that there is something different in the sentence just now.

—Acid perhaps?

——No... Gan, why do I have such mentally retarded thoughts?

"I don't have any other ideas. I'm just stating the facts." Persephone paused and said, "And you actually have nothing else to do for her."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"—Miss Steele uttered another sentence just at the same time.

Very good, this shows that the medical treatment process is very smooth - but speaking of it, is there something wrong with Amiya's dream?

"How long is she going to lie?" asked Miss Steele—she didn't quite dare ask Amiya's dreaming act directly, because she didn't expect to get an 'Amiya's dreaming tricks are all right, Kay. Erxi is because you are too close so the dream turned into a nightmare' This kind of conclusion will make everyone feel uncomfortable.

She didn't ask, so Persephone naturally wouldn't say it—even if Persephone guessed the subtle psychological changes that were almost written on this guy's face, he wouldn't say it.

"The preliminary estimate is a week." Persephone answered the question asked: "It doesn't take long to repair the body. But Amiya hopes that Kelsey can relax her too tense spirit .And I also think that she needs to adjust her mind to be able to maintain sufficient efficiency in the next work for a long time-two combined, one week is a conservative number. If necessary, it can actually be extended slightly. "

"Do you want to prolong this process? Sylter." She flicked her fingers, and a group of drones flew to a certain place in the city to carry out her will.

"Perhaps you should ask for the opinion of the person involved?" Miss Stelter, who was unwilling to take on such a burden, casually evaded.

"Then the result of the inquiry is that this guy will be discharged from the hospital this afternoon, and after two months and five days at the latest, his mental state will collapse due to fatigue overload, and it will take at least three months to recover and there are still 30.00 There is a possibility of deterioration of about %."

Then the corners of Miss Steele's mouth trembled.

Well, it seems that respecting other people's ideas is not the right thing to do in every situation.

"Then let her lie down first, I still feel very distressed seeing her like this." Miss Sarkaz, who was inflamed, sighed helplessly. "So, apart from Kelsey's illness, is there anything else I need to do?"

"No."

"Not one of them?"

"Correct. I have plenty of manpower in my hands now, and there is indeed nothing that requires you to complete."

"...Okay, let me change the question. Is there anything I can do now?"

"..." Persephone didn't answer, but just looked at Shirtel quietly.

"..." And this red-haired thing looked at her with a face that didn't know what to do.

"Did you know? Sylter." The tone of the young doctor's voice changed subtly. "My usual workload is more than 57 times that of Kelsey."

There seemed to be some subtle anticipation in her words.

however……

"I know, there is no strategist stronger than you in this world." The red-haired bastard nodded without hearing any meaning behind his words.A look of course. "So... well, can I help you share some?"

Persephone: "..."

In the air, there seemed to be a mass of low pressure.The temperature in the morning seems to have dropped a few degrees.

then……

The young doctor from Rhodes Island hugged the left hand of the red-haired bastard.

"You can just do this—I don't want to waste my energy standing now, so lend me your left hand and let me lean on it."

"?......Oh." - She got a response without subjective initiative.

Chapter 140 Nine I may not come at the right time...

Persephone's body was so light that it seemed weightless.When she leaned on Miss Steele's left hand, the pressure on the skin would not be greater than a piece of tulle.

——I remember that in the other world in the previous life, there was an allusion about Feiyan's palm dance.

——Ah, if Persephone is also interested in dancing, then she probably... No, she must be able to dance on my palm.

Thinking is a gradual process, from leaning to weight, from weight to dance.There is no unreasonable fallacy in such a chain of thinking.When her mind was spinning and such thoughts manifested on the surface of her sea of ​​consciousness, Miss Shirter subconsciously wanted to lower her head and look at Persephone's smooth ankle.

She held back—the beautiful farce of a few hours ago was still echoing in her mind.The silky touch of Persephone's toes still echoed in her memory.It was a divinely flawless treasure, and even the mere touch of it in the mind would send ripples through the heart of someone in a sane state.However, the memories of touching and the embarrassment of a few hours ago are accompanied by each other, and she is not sure what kind of answer she will get if she really looks down.

- Feeling disliked.

——Because this is really a bit too... Well, if it's a girlfriend, it should be considered a play.But I don't think Persephone seems to be the type to play leisurely.

Can the relationship between myself and Persephone be classified as a best friend?

It should be possible, after all, the two have already had the experience of sharing the same bed, and they often give gifts and handmade delicious food to each other—if it is simply based on the concept of 'girlfriend' commonly used on Terra , then the concept line of 'best friend' has obviously been crossed between myself and Persephone, and I am moving towards a further intimacy.

What would that be?

Best friend?Or the more Chinese-style 'Enemies'?

—Well, let’s put it this way.Then I shouldn't be hated...but why am I still thinking in that direction involuntarily?

—Could it be that... do I have unreasonable thoughts about her?

A bad idea emerged in my heart, and I wanted to deny it, but found that I couldn't find the corresponding basis—Persephone was right.I have never hated her in the past, and the reason why I am in a semi-hostile posture with her in the past.Just because her actions always mess up her plans.

But she won't do that now - she made a promise, and she will keep it.And I clearly know how arrogant she is.She would rather die than throw away her promise.

Didn't he kill her like that in the past?Peeped through her weakness and beheaded her 31 times in a row.And after that, even if I really had any resentment towards her, it would be erased with the 31 times, or the last time, in the eyes of each other, it was a farewell sword.

Hate does not exist.

Apart from this, Persephone is the only existence in this world who can understand her own thoughts, keep up with her own thoughts and even surpass her own, only lagging behind her own existence in terms of pure power.Compared with herself with Levantine by her side, loneliness and loneliness - if she has such emotions - will surround her more.

Persephone, feel alone and lonely?

Maybe there will be.

After all, she really doesn't remember all the memories before she left the sarcophagus last time - she doesn't remember the ancient civilization, she doesn't remember Prises, she doesn't even remember her real name or doesn't want to recall her real name.Before being invited to join the Tower of Babel, she just wandered aimlessly among the major mobile city-states, accepting reasonable or unreasonable requests one after another as a top neurologist, and curing one case after another. A rare or bizarre condition.And the reason why she became a doctor was only because the first person she saw was wearing a doctor's coat on the first day she woke up.

——The Wishing Machine, like me.These are all available information, and she has never deliberately concealed her past.

——The Tower of Babel needed her, and the Tower of Babel carved her into an evil spirit... No matter what she did in those modified fate differences, from the beginning to the end, she was just completing her It's just a promise that the person who invited to the Tower of Babel made with her.

—But who invited her here?Kelsey?Or Theresa?This is the only thing I don't know about, and no one revealed the inside story about it before the Tower of Babel collapsed.

—But in any case, the conclusion is the same.She...me, so alike.Belongs to my previous life, belongs to her ancient civilization.Although objectively referring to different things.But in my subjective cognition and hers, were there any real differences between these two things?

——It's all the same... She can't go back.And I...even if I want to go back again.But at least for now, what I have left is nothing but a vague dream.

Reminiscing and thinking, the things in front of me are blurred due to the divergence of attention.Leaning against the window, witnessing the bustling and bustling mobile city outside the window under the sunshine.As usual, the girl beside her handles all the big and small things in Chernoborg with ease, and she dances according to her will.

Miss Steele finally came to a conclusion.

——It’s not an unreasonable idea.is another reason.

——Because I and Persephone are of the same kind.We are all fallen leaves, and it is difficult to return to our hometown.

——Perhaps, it is precisely because of this reason that we will fight, we will have peace, we will coexist under tacit understanding like now, and we will take care of each other.

—I am luckier than her, and I still have Levantin.

—but what about her?Can Amiya become her support? ...No, if I never existed, if it was Amiya who opened the sarcophagus instead of me and she actually lost her memory.Then that little rabbit raised by her own hands may really become the harbor in her heart and the pillar of her soul.but now……

Miss Steele sighed silently.Her gaze drooped naturally and inorganically, and she saw Persephone wearing a set of white silk stockings on her ankles.

She remembered that set of stockings, the style, and the material.Because this decorative garment was woven by myself in the evening yesterday.

Why did Persephone change into these socks?have no idea.Although she had a little guess in her heart, she couldn't draw a definite conclusion.

Because of her conclusions, there are others.

... I did an immoral thing, a careless thing.

she closes her eyes,

——I... took Persephone away from Amiya... No, I replaced Amiya and became Persephone's important concern.

——This is a relationship that cannot and cannot be returned.This fetter can only be discarded, but cannot be gifted or transferred.

—at least, until I leave for good, before she remembers, or reunites with Prisse.This is an objective fact that cannot be ignored.

- I can't turn a blind eye...

Breathe lightly, and the body that was slightly tense due to tension relaxes.Something that might be called a 'responsibility' had arisen within her awareness, and she had no intention of escaping it.

"Persephone," she said softly, and then asked. "Are you dealing with a high-precision or high-importance matter right now?"

"There is no such thing." The purple-haired girl doctor replied lightly, and the various data and instruction sets beating in her eyes slowed down slightly with her voice. "Is there anything I can do for you? Sylter, I—"

She widened her eyes sharply.

Because at the same time, Miss Stelter hugged her by the waist——she subconsciously stretched her ankles, but this time, she clearly felt a hug that was completely different from the 'sudden attack' a few hours ago!

Different, completely different!

Because the previous time had a very clear purpose - the red-haired thing just wanted to grab her feet at that time, so the action of hugging her was like carrying goods in the stairwell.But this time, there is a definite 'tenderness' in this embrace!

"Standing all the time, if you don't get tired, I'll get tired just looking at you." Miss Shier Teer, there was a certain trace of determination and transparency in her words. "Anyway, you can complete your work no matter what posture you take...Since that's the case, why don't you let me give you some comfort."

Without any explanation, she hugged Persephone and sat down on the bench outside the porch—Persephone didn’t even have time to set the porch as a restricted area—she adjusted her body so that the The purple-haired doctor who suddenly became much more restrained than last time was able to lie on his chest safely, the left hand that had not been corrected became a suitable pillow, and the right hand lightly wiped the spine of the young doctor .

'Crackling——' A series of crisp sounds of joint friction.

Persephone let out a suppressed cry, with a little comfort in the tone.

"Sure enough, even if you don't move your joints for too long, your joints will become stiff." Miss Shiertel said with an undeniable active element in her tone.

"Lie down," she said.

She clearly felt that the delicate body of the girl in her arms, which was still a little stiff just now, relaxed a little due to her words.

A little - just a little.

Some experiences from the godslayer world came to her mind - she recalled the final battle with the wreckage of Star Soul.During that battle, she sensed the essence of the power held by the unachieved god of the foreign land, which was vibration.

Vibrations of sound, vibrations of force, vibrations of light, vibrations of particles.

She knew it was a path of great potential, and she would take that knowledge and make it her own.But that is something that needs to be considered in the future, and now, the prototype of this power has other uses in her hands.

"Sirtel! You—" Persephone used a rare tone of surprise.She looked at Miss Shirter, who seemed to have changed her mind suddenly, and she was a little at a loss in her eyes. "you--"

The moment she was about to leave her mouth, she suppressed the rising tone again.As much as possible, use voices and words that do not excite the nerves of the interlocutor.

"—What's wrong with you? Why suddenly..."

"I just figured out one thing." Miss Shirtle replied gently: "I found that I really can't leave you alone-I always watch you busy all day and then you I don’t like the way I get along when I ask for help. So, I decided to be a little more proactive, so that at least you won’t be overwhelmed physically and mentally while dealing with business.”

The way Persephone looked at her was not much different from seeing the sun rise from the middle of the earth.

"You..." Her ability to organize words had obviously declined. "You know, to me, what is called business...?"

"I don't know, because I never guess riddles." Between the index finger and middle finger of Miss Shirter, a group of materialized vibration waves gathered—she gave it to herself first, and after making some adjustments to confirm that it was correct , and lightly pressed this group of vibrations on the back of Persephone's neck.

"I just know what I want to do, and I'll take the initiative to do it."

The modulated vibration wave filled the body of the young doctor in her arms in an instant—it had nothing to do with any frivolous thoughts. When she compiled the operation method of this power, she made the area of ​​its action avoid all nerve-dense areas, let alone Stimulating Persephone's many inner glands that were defenseless against her - she didn't do it to see Persephone make a fool of himself and make a sound that made people blush.Her purpose is simply to restore and relax this body that has been exhausted during these days of overloading.

Invisible vibration, silent release.The tired tendons and muscles are repaired, and the dead blood and tissue fluid in the body are drained.Damaged nerve tissue is remodeled, connected, and bred under the intervention of this equivalent to heterogeneous spells.And the health status of this body will be restored to the moment when it just came out of the sarcophagus at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is actually not a big deal—Persephone can control her body well, and she has mastered countless Originium skills, which is enough to allow her to recast when her body collapses into an organic solution herself, or take another new body to use as a container—she could do it, and she had the experience and resources to do it.but……

Persephone bit her thin lower lip - she clearly sensed the flow of power inside her body.She knew very well that not a single sensitive nerve in her body had been touched.But subconsciously, she wanted to groan softly.

Wanted to... sing to her, to Stelter.

It's different from the previous 'personal entertainment' that was more just for pleasing yourself.This time, she wants someone to hear it more, to let someone know that her heart and body will be transferred due to someone's will.

But she still didn't do that after all.

She just opened her eyes wide, looking at the flaming-haired girl who embraced her in her arms.

"Is this... a new agreement?" In the depths of the girl's eyes, there was a hint of extremely vague expectation and anxiety.

"No." Miss Shirtle said without any hesitation or hesitation in her tone. "It's not an agreement, it's not an entrustment, it's not an exchange. It's just that I simply want to do this - I don't plan to ask for your opinion, because even if you object, I will continue to take care of you in my own way."

"..." Persephone did not answer.