Is it really a straight girl?

No, it may be because too many things happened during the three days when Yaki was in a coma, and there was a gap in understanding, so that now she can't understand Miss Yachiyo's mind at all.

Ms. Yachiyo is such an extreme religious believer, how can she say that she doesn’t believe it? It must be that some extreme situation happened, and she realized the facts that are enough to shock her heart, so she made up her mind to make such a decision, right?

"Why...probably just because I suddenly felt that maybe I would never think about God again, never contact Him again, never remember Him again, and forget Him forever, even if the matter of 'forgetting Him' itself It also needs to be forgotten." Miss Yachiyo said calmly: "I think this is the only way to show the greatest respect for Him."

"Eh?"

Can't understand.

Ms. Yachiyo said that the best way to respect God is to forget Him and not mention Him——Yachiyo's idea, Miki understood, but why?

"Why?" The confused girl repeated again.

Yachiyo stared at Yaki silently for a long time.

Silence spread during these few seconds.

She seemed to be going through all kinds of struggles in her head before she said, "I shouldn't be able to tell you, never say God to anyone, never mention it--but I've said a lot, so it should be okay to say more to you." It doesn't matter."

Ms. Yachiyo's sunny and friendly face in the past has lost all expression and all friendly temperament.

"God has spoken to me." She explained indifferently.

?

Wait, wait, that's probably fine...

Yaki subconsciously stepped back half a step, and Fue tried to force himself to accept what Yachiyo said at this time.

Since the very beginning, Ms. Yachiyo has been an envoy or saint in Miki's eyes. It should be a reasonable setting for a person with such a temperament to be able to communicate with real gods in this supernatural world.

Although he was still very surprised, Yaji had already eased his surprise with this thought.

"I heard His voice." Yachiyo ignored Yaki's surprise and simply continued: "She is sick."

Ok?

Miki could only express surprise and bewilderment.

I don't know what to say at all.

"We are His sickness! Everything is His sickness, and we live in His wounds." She bit her lip and turned her head, bent over the ground, grabbed a cardboard box and wrapped it in her arms. There is still an opening on the top, which contains an old book, many sundries related to theology, various cross decorations and medals, a statue of Jesus, things that are about to be sealed with a white cloth, and water in an old glass bottle.

This cardboard box containing all kinds of sundries was only placed outside the door of the room by her.

"He cannot save us and redeem us, but He needs to be redeemed." Ms. Yachiyo said coldly, saying this expressionlessly, but there were wet marks on her eyes: "Only forgetting can end the history of His existence, Only then can this rescue be completed.”

"..."

Miki realized that she seemed to have heard very strange words.

Completely incomprehensible words.

What is a disease?What is redemption?What is the end of history?besides……

"Um... what did God-sama say to Ms. Yachiyo?" Miki questioned tentatively.

"I don't want to continue talking... No, I don't remember anything!" She leaned over and pulled a package from the door, and said coldly: "I don't know, there is no god, God is dead, anyway! Do not ask."

Ms. Yachiyo didn't seem to want to continue the chat.

She continued to pull a heavy-looking package out of the room.

Now she doesn't look like the Yachiyo-san that Yaki knew.

Miki stayed for a few more seconds, and asked softly, "Does Yachiyo need my help?"

"Don't bother, you are looking for Mahiru, right? Please don't worry, I just want to go out and drop some things, so don't worry." The blond girl squatted on the ground, sorting the packages in front of the door.

Although she still has the iconic blond hair and blue eyes, but now Yaki always feels... the person in front of her doesn't look like Ms. Yachiyo.

My temperament has completely changed... Is it because I have decided not to believe in God, so my personality has also completely changed?

God, what did you say to Yachiyo?

Yaki couldn't figure it out, after all she didn't understand any of Yachiyo's thoughts at all, let alone God's thoughts.

She looked at the other party hesitantly, not knowing how to comfort Yachiyo, and felt that the other party didn't need her comfort at all. After hesitating for a long time, there was only a helpless sigh similar to Yachiyo just now.

Miki is so stupid...

Many things are difficult to understand, and Ms. Yachiyo doesn't seem to want to continue explaining to Miki, and when I think about what Yachiyo said just now, I can't find any clues that can help clarify my thoughts——

Eh, there seems to be some?

'We live on God's wounds? '

Mi Ji vaguely remembered that Chitose seemed to have said similar words to Mi Ji in the ward.

Also, as Miss Lianhua seemed to have said before, Chitose and Miss Yachiyo share a common language, and she should be able to understand or even understand Miss Yachiyo's thoughts.

Ms. Yachiyo doesn't want to say more, but Yaki doesn't want to be confused like this, so I will talk to Ms. Chitose about Yachiyo's matter for a while... I hope I can get an answer.

And now...

Seeing that Miss Yachiyo was about to go downstairs with two bags, Yaki also said goodbye softly and left temporarily.

The distance is less than ten meters, and it is Mahiru's room.

The door with the word "devil" written on the door plate is open, not locked and locked as the other party said before.

Mi Ji approached the door quietly, and looked inside.

The interior is as usual, except for the red silk and satin all over the floor and the red cocoon in the center of the room, it is an ordinary room for anime fans.

There are pictures of beautiful girls on the walls, all kinds of comics and light novels are scattered all over the bookshelves, and there are some Q-version dolls on the bed...

Seeing the comics in Mahiru's room, Yaki suddenly recalled that the comics in his room seemed to have not been returned to Mahiru until now.

Just as she was thinking whether to go back to her room to get the manga, Yaki heard Mahiru's voice first - from the bathroom.

"Come in, Miki."

……

470 eight, everything

Mahiru's voice...how can I describe it.

Not at all normal.

His throat was hoarse and bitter, as if he had eaten something bitter and dry.

After Miji entered the door, he saw a red silk satin hanging down the handle behind the door, the door seemed to have just been opened by this red silk satin, but why would Mahiru know who was coming.

Probably, I heard the voice of Yaki and Yachiyo talking outside, even though the sound insulation of each room is very good, I can still hear it.

After Miki entered the door, she couldn't see Mahiru's familiar red hair and beautiful figure. The sound came from behind the closed frosted glass bathroom door, and the sound of water was almost inaudible.

She approached slowly, softly calling out Mahiru's name.

Mahiru responded with a soft hum in the bathroom.

Yaki consciously looked at Mahiru's desk, there was no familiar pink laptop there - during the three days when Miki was in a coma, Mahiru didn't seem to take the initiative to take back the laptop that Miki borrowed.

"Yaki, what are you doing here? Just...to say hello?" There was a muffled reverberation sound from the bathroom.

Weak voice.

Compared with Miss Mahiru in Miki's impression, her voice is a little softer and more introverted, and what he said is right, now Mahiru's mood seems to be more depressed than usual.

Miki didn't know why.

"I heard from the other party that Mahiru may not be in a good mood." Miki continued to look around, and at the same time said truthfully: "So come and see Mahiru, if there is no problem."

"..."

For a moment, the room fell into silence.

In the silence, only the faint sound of Miji's footsteps could be heard.

Almost half a minute later, Miki heard the sound of tiny splashes of water, and also heard Mahiru's answer: "Well...don't worry, I'm fine."

It's not that there's no problem, but 'it doesn't matter' - Miji noticed this subtle difference.

What happened?

The girl wants to know the answer.

"Mahiru is taking a shower?" She took a few steps back and closed the door.

Miki heard the sound of water again.

"Mmm..." Mahiru's voice was still weak.

She seemed to be soaking in the bathtub.

But Miki couldn't see clearly, only a little red hair and flesh color could be seen through the frosted glass door.

And... the hair doesn't seem to be tied up, and Mahiru's hair is also very long, so it would be uncomfortable to take a bath directly like this?

Miji sat on the chair closest to the bathroom, with his legs relaxed and facing forward naturally, his hands intertwined on his thighs, looking at the redness in the bathroom through a frosted glass door.

Mi Ji took a silent deep breath, and naturally started the chat topic:

"By the way, the meal that Mahiru made at noon was really delicious, and Chitose and I emptied out the bentos." She made a deliberate gentle tone.

"Oh...well, as long as Miji thinks it's good."

"I really didn't expect Mahiru to be so good at cooking. Mahiru is beautiful and powerful, with a super gentle personality, and she sings very well! I searched for Mahiru's songs on the Internet before, and it's really good to hear super singers It's hard to match." Mi Ji praised.

"How can there be..." Mahiru's tone finally fluctuated a little under this offensive.

Seems shy?

Good guess, Mahiru.

Compared to Chitose, Yachiyo, and the landlady, Yaki felt that Mahiru was easier to get along with.

There was a slight sound of bubbling in the bathroom, and Mahiru seemed to be burying her face under the water surface of the bathtub - Yaki had done something similar before.

Yaki-san who was sitting outside smiled lightly and sincerely.

"Really, Ms. Mahiru has a high level of strength, a very good personality, and she is so good at cooking and talented. Anyone will like such a perfect and all-round person." Miki said affectionately.

To recover Mahiru's mood, Ms. Yaki really has no good way.