I will never give in to Miss Death

But obviously, for Yin Xiamo, "appearance" does not seem to be a decisive factor in recognizing people.

She came into this world and turned me into this girl. It seemed like she had her own considerations?

If you think deeply about it, it seems to involve something terrifying.

In the scenes I dreamed of, the "little devils" in the other world had that kind of personality... They were respectful and obedient to the heroes. Although they were taciturn, they were well-behaved and cute, like little pets.

Of course, since most of my dreams about the other world were scattered fragments, the information about the hero and the little devil might not be very accurate. Moreover, according to the time calculation, the little devil at that time and Yin Xiamo now were separated by several thousand years, which is enough time for anyone to change themselves.

Using the existing nine-square grid camp to describe it, the previous little devil was probably "neutral evil", and then was forcibly brought to the "lawful evil" side by the hero.

At present, I can’t really understand Yin Xiamo’s thoughts - putting myself in her perspective, if it were me, since I can even do things like making a body here, for the sake of my beloved, shouldn’t she solve all the sufferings after traveling through here, such as killing the devil, or defeating the inner demons, etc., and after solving these, restore me to my former brave appearance, and then the two of us go back to the other world and reconcile?

She can turn me into a little girl with all kinds of genes from another world and a perfect body. She should have the ability to turn me back into the human hero I once was.

This is the logic here, and it should be the same for humans on Earth.

Imagine if two people on Earth fell in love and loved each other deeply, and then one day, the protagonist's husband died, and the protagonist knew that he had traveled to another world, and she also gained magical powers and traveled to that world with him and became a god, then wouldn't she have to change her husband back to his original appearance and bring him back to Earth to continue living a happy life?

Or... after Yin Xiamo defeated the devil's army, the devil could not be killed, and the devil himself was eyeing the hero covetously, and came to the earth with him to prepare to attack the hero's reincarnation. For some reason, Yin Xiamo killed "Yin Shiren" in advance?

not understand.

Just as Yin Xiamo said, the magic of the other world is really difficult for Earthlings to understand, and it seems that we cannot use our thinking and logic to infer the thoughts of the people over there.

"That's why I brought you here tonight."

My words made the girl next to me silent for a long time, then she stood up and looked into the distance: "When I first came here, I took it for granted that since our souls were the same... you were him."

The cool sea breeze blew the long hair of the girl beside me, swaying like a flower off a branch under the stars.

"Later I found out I was wrong. You...are not him."

After staring at the sea in front of her for a long time, Yin Xiamo turned around and said, "And that's not fair to you."

"Humph."

I said dissatisfiedly: "You also know that it's unfair."

After so many days passed and I gradually got used to the fact that I was turned into a little loli, I was not as resistant as I was at the beginning.

But it's this... Miss Death treats me as a hero from another world, and as her former lover, and it always makes me feel that... that strange sense of betrayal.

It felt like I had received this gift because of someone, which made me feel very unhappy.

Yes, I just feel very unhappy. I can’t describe the specific feeling. Even according to Yin Xiamo’s theory, the hero and I are the same person in soul, but at least so far, with my world view and values, I simply cannot think of myself as the so-called "brave man."

People in the real world are all materialistic. I grew up as a "Yin official", completed my studies alone, and then entered society. I found a job like most low-income college students, went to get off work every day, watched anime and played games every day. This is me... an ordinary person.

Even though Miss Death used her special power to turn me into the little girl I am today, it is my destiny and has nothing to do with the brave man in my "previous life".

“So I figured it out.”

Yin Xiamo, who was standing next to me, casually opened the void door that was already quite familiar to me, took out a flute-like prop from the dark crack, and handed it to me: "Do you know it?"

"Flute?"

I recognized the instrument at a glance: "Is it a gift from the brave man?"

In theory, making a flute is very simple. As long as there are plants similar to "bamboo" in the other world, and as long as people there like music, then this kind of instrument is likely to exist.

In addition to being used as a portal, I only saw Yin Xiamo take out one thing from her strange dimensional tunnel, which was her weapon, the sickle.

This is my first time playing the flute.

It is not difficult for me to guess that this thing is very important to her. Combined with the current artistic conception, it can also be inferred that this flute should have been a gift from the "brave man" from another world.

"That's it."

In response to my question, Yin Xiamo nodded slightly: "This is his relic. I have kept it with me for so many years, along with the flare."

"..."

“Can you play this instrument?”

Under the starlight, Yin Xiamo handed over the flute: "Would you like to try it?"

“I just learned some of it when I was a kid.”

I took the flute, checked the membrane, held it across my lips, blocked a few holes with my hands, and blew a "too" sound.

I don’t remember whether it was elementary school or junior high school, but there was a flute tutorial in the school’s music class. The music teacher asked us to go back and ask our parents for 20 yuan so that the whole class could buy a flute for practice in class.

The only difference is that the flute was a recorder, which made a sound when blown, and was much simpler than the transverse flute. It took certain skills to make a sound with the bamboo flute that Yin Xiamo handed over. I was just interested at the time, so I taught myself a little bit. After all, the recorder and the transverse flute have a lot in common.

"beep--"

Under Yin Xiamo's gaze, I tried to blow a few more times. After finding the feeling, I played "Prague Square" from memory.

The reason I chose this song is... the score of this song is very simple for the flute, and the climax part has an obvious pattern. You just need to remember one section, and then go down one step and repeat the entire melody.

[I stood in the Prague square at dusk and cast my hope into the Trevi Fountain]

[The group of white pigeons are facing the setting sun. The scene is so beautiful that I dare not look at it...]

"..."

I only played this piece for about ten seconds before stopping.

“I can’t remember the rest.”

Handing the flute to Yin Xiamo, I smiled awkwardly: "The last time I used an instrument like this was almost ten years ago."

"It's ok."

In response, Yin Xiamo just nodded and took the flute.

Then she turned toward the sea, picked up the flute, and put it to her lips.

"beep--"

A melodious tune emanated from the instrument in the girl's hand, which already had obvious scratches on it.

Unlike me who is a half-baked person, Yin Xiamo's flute sound is melodious and pure, containing a deep longing for someone.

That's not the melody of any song I've ever heard.

It seemed to be a song that contained the message of raising the flag of resistance against future destiny, but when Yin Xiamo played it, it had a distinctly sad feeling.

The closest song I've ever heard to the melody of this song is "To the Beginning", the opening song of "Fate/Zero", or "Manten", the theme song of Kiritsugu.

[Just a beautiful dream cuts you apart, and only a little tenderness and truth remain in your cold eyes]

[The fiercely twinkling stars turn their backs on the heaven and earth, along with the prayers of hatred...]

"..."

At the top of the lighthouse on the coast, I listened quietly while Yin Xiamo played affectionately beside me.

It seemed that there were only the two of us left in the world, and the endless black sea and the bright night sky.

In Kamihama City, if you want to see as many stars as possible at night, the city center is not enough. Only in places like Minami Nagi Ward, where modern urban light pollution cannot reach, can you see the entire Milky Way.

[The tiny light on the twigs, forgetting the future of blooming...]

[A flower bud that withers before it is named, if you pluck it, the world will end...]

Yin Xiamo...

When looking at the sea, my heart was inevitably touched by the sound of the flute.

How much have you been through...

"..."

The melodious and sad flute sound lasted for about four minutes and then ended.

At times like this, we usually compliment the other person, right?

In the world that has quieted down again, I thought quietly in my heart.

If Yin Xiamo regarded me as a hero, she would definitely hope that I could comfort her and encourage her like I did before.

"that……"

Just as I was about to speak, the girl next to me suddenly raised the flute in her hand above her head, and then without hesitation, threw the flute that looked very commemorative out with a "whoosh".

The flute with a red string tied to the end drew an arc along the tall Minami Nagi Tower, fell into the water with a "plop", was sucked into the nearby whirlpool, and disappeared.

Eh?

"He left already."

Facing my curious gaze, the girl next to me sat down next to me again.

"Now there are only you and me in this world."

As she spoke, Yin Xiamo took out two ribbons similar to the ones on my head from her pocket: "This is what I asked your store manager for when I applied for the job. It's a pair with yours."

"Can you... help me tie it on?"

"..."

……

No. 137 Miss Death’s Personal Opinion

Using her very unfamiliar skills, she helped Yin Xiamo tie a small double ponytail and fixed the two ribbons. Suddenly, the serious feeling of the Death Girl disappeared, and was replaced by a girl-next-door vibe.

I really didn't expect that when Yin Xiamo and Ouyang Xue were discussing the job, the requirement they put forward was to get a ribbon similar to the one on my head.

This kind of ribbon is cute and has that...idol vibe. Considering Ouyang Xue's experience, it's not hard to guess that this was probably what she bought for herself when she was a virtual idol.

"Let's go, it's time to go back and rest."

Yin Xiamo seemed very satisfied with the hairstyle I did for her. She picked me up in a princess hug at the top of Minami Nagi Tower just like when we came.

"Close your eyes and take a deep breath."

What followed was a familiar feeling of weightlessness accompanied by the sound of wind in my ears. When I came to my senses, I found myself at the entrance of Xingxing Garden Community.

"Is this really good?"

On the way back, I tentatively asked Yin Xiamo: "You must have kept that flute for a long time, right?"

I always feel... it's a pity.

I am actually a sentimental person, and I often collect things of commemorative value.

For example, when I was in the welfare home, I took care of many seriously ill companions who were hospitalized. When we parted, they would keep some small props or something, sometimes they were coins they received when they were hospitalized, and sometimes they were notes with their crooked words written on them.

To me, those things are proof that they once existed in this world.

“Those who cling to the past cannot move toward the future.”

In response, Yin Xiamo simply replied: "If I continue to be obsessed with the deceased hero, it will be a shackle for you now. I don't want you, Nuoer, to be... a substitute for someone."

To be honest, Miss Death is quite cute when she is so serious.

After all, she was like this when we first met, except that she was much colder and more arrogant towards me, a man at that time.

Because I have always had a relatively indifferent attitude towards life, I personally don’t really care about being used as a substitute for someone, especially when that person is... my so-called previous life.

"Well, let me introduce myself again. My name is Yin Nuoer. I was originally an ordinary human being. By chance, I was transformed into this appearance by a unscrupulous death god. By chance, I took the name of the heroine in my own novel... I am currently an 18-year-old citizen of Kamihama City, a tough guy who is ready to raise the flag of rebellion against Miss Death."

"Well, let me introduce myself again. My name is Yin Xiamo. I was originally an ordinary demon. By chance, a certain unscrupulous hero made me very popular. Then, by chance, I came to this world and turned this cute little pet into a little loli-looking Miss Death. I am a dark night messenger who is ready to accept the attack of a little kitten's tiger teeth at any time."

When we got home, Yin Xiamo and I had a tit-for-tat argument at the same time.

"Let me make it clear first, I'm not a kitten, my bite hurts."

"It doesn't matter. No matter how hard Nuoer's baby teeth are, it won't do any harm to me."

"..."

Just when I thought that after confessing to each other, the relationship between Yin Xiamo and I could be a little more normal, this guy came over the next second -

"So after saying all that, Nuoer, let's take a bath together tonight!"

"Why do you feel so comfortable using a declarative sentence in the sentence 'Let's take a bath together'? Shouldn't it be a question?"

"Because taking a bath together doesn't require someone's consent. Nuo'er is my property!"

Then I was dragged into the bathroom.