I don't want to be an elf!

No, this is the greatest resistance he can do under the oppression of society.

"Yeah, daze, you really are a super ordinary and boring person."

"Is this some advanced satire?"

"No, this is actually a compliment." Honjo Nia smiled, "After all, in this twisted world, ordinary is already a rare quality."

"Oh...it's best if you understand."

"But I still don't think this kind of thing should happen."

Honjo Niya looked at the two policemen who bullied the poor girl wantonly, and said in a complicated tone: "I lost hope in this world a long time ago, so I have been locking myself in the church and indulging in the world of fantasy, but I really can’t stand by and watch.”

"you......"

"Although I am indeed disappointed by the hypocrisy and darkness of the world, only children are innocent, don't you think so?"

"My thoughts are not important, what is important is society's thoughts." Satomi Rentaro shook his head and said, "We can't change any aspect of society, and manipulating a car can only lead to destruction."

"Maybe so, but I still want to try."

Honjo Nia turned her head and looked at Satomi Rentaro seriously: "For the sake of the children, I want to make a last-ditch effort."

"But our strength is too weak, and we are really powerless."

"By the way, do you remember what I told you yesterday?"

"What?"

"I am the chosen nun, the agent of God."

"You're talking nonsense when you're drunk, what's wrong?"

"Actually, that's not nonsense."

The corners of Honjou Niya's mouth were slightly raised, and a hint of a smile appeared.

"Young man, do you want to witness a miracle come?"

Chapter 9 When Fantasy Comes True

God is dead.

From the moment gastroenterology defeated human civilization, neither the East nor the West believed in the so-called gods anymore.

Whether it is a prophet or a priest, a Taoist priest or a monk, all of them have disappeared into history in such an apocalypse.

Miracle, this is a word that Satomi Rentaro has not heard for a long time.

In the few years before the disaster began, there were still many people praying to the gods, praying for miracles to come.

But in the end, miracles and gods are just lies of liars.

Satomi Rentaro sighed deeply.

He didn't expect that after he said so much, the woman in front of him was still joking with him.

That was all before, but to make a joke like this that sounds like a lie in this situation is too incompetent to read the atmosphere.

However, when he looked at Bentiao Erya and was about to say something, Bentiao Erya pulled him out of the crowd.

"Where are you going?"

"Just come with me."

Slightly away from the crowded flow of people, Honjo Niya led a group of people to a place with fewer pedestrians.

"Well, that's about it here." Honjou Niya visually measured the distance from the crowd, "If I show my power among the crowd, it will definitely cause a commotion in an instant."

"Are you still talking nonsense now?" Rentaro Satomi said with a headache, "Just leave if you want. I won't say anything. There is no need to make such lame excuses."

"Well, it's not incomprehensible that the boy doesn't believe me. After all, I have never used my power in front of you."

"If you are so stubborn, then you..."

Satomi Rentaro's voice stopped abruptly.

Because there is a light on Benjo Nia's body.

The tasteless plaid shirt and jeans changed under the mysterious halo, and a unique nun's clothing appeared on the girl.

It was an ink-colored nun's clothing that blended the purest white and the darkest black. The translucent ink color made it possible to vaguely see the delicate milky white skin under the clothing.

The gauze hat on the head has artistic gold pendants on the left and right, and a cross inlaid with aquamarine hangs around the waist and sticks to the exposed thigh of the high-fork dress.

And in her hand is a book with gold and jet black as the main body. Black is the base color and gold is the decoration. The front and back of the book are also inlaid with crosses, which looks thick and mysterious.

Like a figure from a fantasy.

Like a true miracle.

"what is this......?"

Shenwei Lingzhuang · Erfan appeared under the call of Honjo Nia.

And Rentaro Satomi, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, lost his mind.

What is the reason for this?

Where did it come from?

What is the changing light?

"What, are you scared?"

Honjou Niya exuded a solemn and holy temperament, but the teasing smile on her face completely destroyed this temperament.

Only then did Satomi Rentaro come to his senses, thinking that his vision was wrong.

So he rubbed his eyes fiercely, expecting to see a different picture, expecting that what he saw just now was just an illusion.

When he opened his eyes again to look at the girl in front of him, the scene in front of him remained unchanged.

He was completely stunned.

But Lan Yuan Yanzhu's eyes lit up immediately.

Just now, because the conversation between the two was too serious and heavy, she didn't dare to interrupt.

But now seeing Nia Honjo's cross-dressing, the little girl was so excited that she was about to jump up.

"Wow! Sister Erya is a real Tianzhu girl!" Aihara Enju's eyes twinkled with little stars, "Can I touch Erya's sister's battle uniform? It looks so advanced !"

"Oh! Of course you can~"

"Is this the touch of silk? It feels so comfortable..."

Lan Yuan Yanzhu reluctantly put down the corner of the skirt of Shenwei Lingzhuang · Erfan, but the color of envy was still uncontrollable.

At this moment, in her eyes, Bentiao Erya has been equated with Tianzhu girl.

Not only are they chosen by the gods, but they can also summon battle costumes and have their own magic tools.

Although she didn't understand what happened, it didn't affect her curiosity and excitement.

"you......"

"If you have any questions, ask them later."

Just when Sato saw that Rentaro was a little more awake and wanted to ask something, Nia Honjo stopped him with her index finger: "Although there are few people here, there must be people around who saw me in disguise. They haven't figured out the situation just like you, so let me finish what I need to do first before talking about anything else."

Nia Honjo opened her palm, and the writing pen that matched the angel of the book appeared in her hand.

"Every power has a corresponding price. When I realized this, it was already too late." Honjo Niya shrugged helplessly, "Originally, I planned to keep this power sealed. , but when we encounter a situation like today, we cannot stand idly by no matter what."

Rubbling the pages automatically without wind, I quickly turned the pages, turning over many exquisite pictures left before.

Finally, it stopped on a blank page.

A new page, without a past, exists only in the present, serving the future.

At this moment, the nuns who exercise the power of God have taken the first step to change the world.

Pour spiritual power into the book and the pen, and as the tip of the pen falls, the scene from the future appears on the paper under her pen.

Satomi Rentaro and Aihara Enju widened their eyes and saw the picture on the page.

In the painting, two policemen were hit by falling advertisement rows and fell to the ground, while the cursed child was lucky enough to stand in the gap between the words on the billboard, kneeling on the spot blankly.

"What exactly is this?"

Satomi Rentaro didn't understand why Nia Honjo drew this picture.

Is this a curse?

Because you can't change reality, draw a curse and expect it to come true?

"It's not a curse."

Bentiao Erya opened his mouth, as if he had an insight into his thoughts: "This is the future, this is destiny, and this is an established reality. It cannot be avoided or changed. As long as I can draw it, it will definitely come true."

"What kind of joke is this? It's so ridiculous!" Satomi Rentaro didn't know whether he should laugh or be angry, "Although I don't know the principle of your cross-dressing, but you tell me that what you draw will definitely Become a reality? Do you really think of yourself as a god?!"

"I'm not a god, I'm just a nun who has been given negligible abilities by the gods."

Bentiao Erya closed the advertisement and pointed to the billboard hanging in mid-air: "Just watch, when fantasy becomes reality."

The screws holding the billboard in place fell off one by one.

It was as if an invisible hand was tearing them down.

Soon, the heavy billboard made a tooth-piercing sound.

"Crunch------!"

Under everyone's shocked gaze, it fell.

Then, it hit the two policemen heavily.

Before they even came to remember to scream, they were buried in steel.

And the abused cursed child, sprawled in place, in the gap in the center of the billboard's text, was unaffected.

The scene that happened at this moment is exactly the same as the scene depicted in the picture in the book.

Satomi Rentaro stood there like a puppet, staring blankly at the scene in front of him.

At this moment, he completely lost the ability to think.

"Why do sisters Erya's paintings really appear?" Aihara Enju muttered to herself.

"Because my mother is a nun, the representative of the gods in this world." Nibelcol said naturally, "Save the common people mercifully, or cleanse the filth of the world cruelly, all of these are within the moment of my mother's thought. "

"Sister Erya, did you kill someone?"

"No, there is no blood on the picture in the book, probably the two policemen were smashed and fractured, at most they will be disabled for life and lose their jobs." Nibelcol said with a little regret, "Mom is still as kind as ever. "

This sudden accident attracted everyone's attention.

Even the people who just saw the disguise of the crowd in Erya in this article were temporarily drawn away from their attention.

"Someone saw me in disguise. Now their attention has been temporarily sucked away, but maybe they will come over and talk to me soon."

Nia Honjo patted Satomi Rentaro on the shoulder, left one last sentence, and fled away.

"I'll ask you to rescue that child from the crowd. We'll see you at the destination!"

Chapter 10 Trust

10 minute later.

Rentaro Satomi, who was running wildly in the street with the girl in his arms, finally came to the building of the Tokyo Branch of the International Initiator Supervision Organization, and saw Nia Honjo waiting for them here.

At this time, Honjo Niya had changed back to her original appearance, neither the strange book nor the elegant nun's clothes were gone.

Plaid shirt, jeans, no features at all.

It was as if the mysterious nun who just appeared was really just an illusion.

But the two policemen who were hit by the billboards in the commercial street were still buried below, no one around dared to help, and the girl bullied by them was in their arms and did not dare to move, all this told Satomi Rentaro What just happened was not an illusion, it was reality.

"I need an explanation."

As soon as he came to Nia Honjo, Satomi asked Rentaro.