A compilation of memorable moments from Chaldea's girlfriends showing affection in various dime

His only chance of being saved.

It was Kirshtalia Wodim's grandfather, a kind old man who adored gifted children, who would notice that his grandson had gone missing.

However, this news has most likely already been resolved by Kirshtalia Wodim's father.

After all, Kirshtalia Wodim's grandfather would never have imagined that his son... would actually turn against his own grandson.

Young Kirshtalia Wodim lay in bed, thinking he might not survive until he was rescued.

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The dilapidated wooden door was opened.

A thin, bony young boy, barely clothed, walked over. His shoes were tattered, and his lips were dry.

A bright smile spread across the boy's face as he watched Kirshtalia Wodim awaken, and he exclaimed happily, "...Hehe. Hehe, hehe...Awake, back...You're awake, you're awake..."

Kirshtalia Wodim calmly observed the young man before him, wondering to himself, "In the meantime, will I be able to avoid being discovered by the assassins sent by my father?"

"...Hehe...hehe..." The boy was overjoyed, watching the beautiful treasure awaken, he had never been so happy.

A happy mood probably only arises when you find enough food to fill your stomach while rummaging through a garbage dump.

The air in the stinking basement became even more foul after the emaciated boy entered.

After all, the boy was wearing a jacket he'd found in a garbage dump, and his hair hadn't been washed in years.

"It seems this basement is the boy's residence. Perhaps he saw my attire and thought it was profitable, which is why I, after being attacked by assassins and crawling all the way to this dark alley, moved here."

"Hehehe!! Still alive... still alive...!" The boy, with a bright smile on his face, knelt on the ground, rummaging through a wooden box filled with garbage for something.

The sound of rummaging through things filled Kirshtalia Wodim with immense disgust.

He felt that being saved by such a being was an incredibly shameful and humiliating thing.

The emaciated boy, completely oblivious to the look of disgust on Kirshtalia Wodim's face, picked up the bread and handed it over, "Hehe... treasure... treasure... eat it... this, eat it..."

Kirshtalia Wodim leaned on Kenis's shoulder and said with a sigh, "The boy who saved me shoved something hard into my mouth. It was completely dried-out moldy bread. He wiped it with the corner of his dirty clothes and then forced it down my throat. I really wanted to throw it up."

Fifteen-year-old Kirshtalia Wodim lay in bed, thinking to himself, "To be honest, this will only backfire. The wound may be plugged, but the internal organs are still not functioning properly."

"Most importantly, eating this kind of thing is bad for my stomach. Forget about getting any nutrition, it will only make me weaker."

The emaciated boy looked at Kirshtalia Wodim with expectant eyes, his treasure, his beautiful treasure, "It's delicious...eat quickly...eat quickly...eat quickly..."

In his memory, fifteen-year-old Kirshtalia Wodim opened his mouth weakly and tried his best to swallow the moldy bread that was as hard as a rock.

Severely injured and on the verge of death, Kirshtalia Wodim finally ate the moldy bread.

Seeing this, the boy's face lit up with an even brighter smile. He walked to the corner of the room, sat cross-legged on the floor, and silently watched Kirshtalia Wodim lying on the bed, occasionally letting out a strange laugh.

The moldy bread entering his stomach caused an unpleasant nausea, making Kirshtalia Wodim extremely uncomfortable. Even more painful was the torment inflicted on the dignity of this genius.

The genius who was admired and envied by countless people in the Clock Tower has now fallen into such a tragic state.

It was once so glorious.

Thinking of all this, Kirshtalia Wodim slowly closed his eyes. Unable to move, his body could only recover its strength and heal its wounds through sleep.

He thought it would be a few more hours.

My own life will end.

Those assassins that the father sent out... were definitely not mediocre killers; they could easily track him down to where he was hiding.

In a place where it's almost impossible for anyone to pass by.

Once discovered by these assassins.

Kirshtalia Wodim was powerless to resist and could only let the assassin do as he pleased.

In this situation, he believed that even the gods could not save him.

Time flies, and 10 days passed quickly.

Kirshtalia Wodim found it very strange that the assassins hadn't appeared yet; given their skill level, it was impossible for them not to have found him.

Ten days later, a period that Kirshtalia Wodim would never forget.

He seemed to have gotten used to the stuffy air in the basement.

Kirshtalia Wodim can only move his fingers slightly now; he is still unable to move at all.

The emaciated boy would come every day to feed Kirshtalia Wodim, "Hehe, hehe...eat it...eat this too..."

Lying on the bed, Kirshtalia Wodim opened her parched throat and said weakly, "...No, more important than this...could you give me some water?"

Upon hearing this, the boy bent down and used a piece of broken tile to feed the not-so-clear water into Kirshtalia Wodim's mouth.

"Glug glug." The cool water entered Kirshtalia Wodim's throat, a feeling of being moistened by water.

Kirshtalia Wodim closed his eyes comfortably, thinking to himself, "How lucky I am... This room is a storage room built under the bridge. Although there are some magazines in the water I'm drinking, it's not undrinkable."

"...Phew. By the way, when did you start staying here?"

"Kirshtalia Wodim asked the boy in front of him in a soft voice.

Hearing Kirshtalia Wodim's question, the skinny boy looked at him with a puzzled expression, not understanding what it meant. "Hehe... Listen to me, eat quickly! Eat quickly."

“…” Kirshtalia Wodim, it seems this boy has been living in this place since he lost his caregiver a few years ago.

This dilapidated storage room appears to have been used by the boy's caregivers.

Kirshtalia Wodim wondered if the boy in front of him had been abandoned by his parents or was an orphan from birth, given his speech impairment.

It's probably because of the environment here.

Furthermore, from birth until now, the boy has probably never had an adult around him who could talk to him normally.

Thinking of this, Kirshtalia Wodim said softly, "What's your name? You should at least know that, right?"

The emaciated boy tilted his head, looking at Kirshtalia Wodim with curiosity, wondering what he was talking about. Was he hungry?

The fact that the child didn't even know the concept of a name left Kirshtalia Wodim speechless. In this modern urban area... such a thing is extremely rare, isn't it?

He was very curious. A child whose name he didn't even know... must have experienced many things that he couldn't even imagine.

Kirshtalia Wodim finds it hard to understand how someone could survive in such harsh conditions.

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Seeking encounters in the dungeon world, heretics' timeline.

"This place...this place is even more dilapidated than where Lily used to live..." Lily's face was filled with sorrow as she recalled her tragic childhood...

I consider myself quite lucky; a kind couple adopted me...

They have their own names.

Winnie noticed Lily's ears drooping and promptly put her arms around Lily. "It's okay! I'm happy to be with everyone right now."

Haruhime Sanjou's face radiated maternal warmth as she smiled at Winnie and Lily, "I hope... someone will come and save this child. Kirshtalia Wodim has already been rescued, so this child will surely be saved too, right?"

“Yes, I think so too. Kirshtalia Wodim’s family is so wealthy, adopting a child shouldn’t be a problem for them.” Welf smiled, it seemed that good deeds were being rewarded.

"Yes," said Wo-ming optimistically. "This child changed his own destiny. He saved Kirshtalia Wodim... and his own destiny was changed in the process."

“Everyone is right! Kind-hearted people will definitely be rewarded!” Hestia said, raising her surging waves.

Looking at the emaciated child, Bell Craney felt incredibly lucky...

When I was little, I lived on a farm and didn't have to worry about food, drink, or lodging.

Although I encountered many setbacks after arriving in the labyrinth city of Orario.

But I am very happy with my life now.

I hope this child can also find their own happiness.

“Um… Lord God, I’d like to visit the children at the orphanage tomorrow,” Bell Craney said.

“No problem!! I’ve decided that we’ll all go to the orphanage tomorrow to visit the children and help tidy up the orphanage!” Hestia nodded and said with a smile.

On the Tower of Babel, Freya stood up from her chair, her tone quite shocked, "This... such radiance of the soul... I have never seen anything like it before."

The soul within a nameless child is incomparably pure, untainted by anything else.

It must be because of such a pure soul that one can perform such a touching act of kindness.

The Atlantic Outer Belt.

Charlotte Corday looked at the child in the picture with immense heartache, "Why... why does this still happen after so much time has passed?"

She is full of hope for the future world, hoping that it will be a better and more peaceful place.

Seeing this scene made Corday feel disappointed and upset.

Jason had some knowledge of magicians' tricks, and regarding why the assassins hadn't been able to locate Kirshtalia Wodim, he speculated, "Could it be... that this place, or rather, this location, contains some kind of magical artifact that can conceal one's presence???"

"Ten days... I've spent ten days here..." Achilles looked at the dilapidated storage room and recalled many scenes he had seen on the battlefield.

Paris, her eyes brimming with tears, looked at the child in the picture with immense heartache. Had the child been abandoned just like herself...?

In an instant, Paris wanted to be friends with the child in the picture. "I hope... I hope he's still in pan-human history. I want to be his friend!"

"..." Fujimaru Ritsuka and Mashu fell silent. In this environment, with such a weak body, her lifespan must be very short...

"Hahaha!! Maybe Kirshtalia Wodim's grandfather has found his grandson."

"Son, why don't you heal this child while you're at it?" Orion laughed loudly.

Sherlock Holmes, pipe in hand, surveyed the familiar surroundings. He had followed various clues here before; children living alone in such environments rarely lived long lives...

The interstellar city of Olympus, the timeline of the God-Breaking Alliance.

Dioscuroi Castor, Dioscuroi Polux, head bowed, defeated his Lord Kirshtalia Wodim.

He was once saved by humans he looked down upon.

The goddess Europa looked at the emaciated child with immense heartache, and she wanted to prepare a sumptuous meal to treat the poor child.

Macarius stared in disbelief and said, "Why would such a thing happen in your world?!"

"..." Adele and her brother had never experienced anything like this before; they had never even seen moldy food or water mixed with impurities.

The citizens of Olympus were also stunned. Pan-human history was just too... too bad, wasn't it?

This is the world that the Chaldean demons want to save.

Absolutely not, our world is beautiful!

The alien god looked at all this with disdain. What weak humans they were, even though they had driven him away.

But I can still come back again; there are still two Lostbelts ahead!

The world of Chaldea.

“These assassins who come specifically to kill magicians must possess pursuit magic capable of locating their target, Kirshtalia Wodim. After all, these people are disgusting beings who specialize in doing this kind of thing…” Chaldea’s vice-director, Goldrov, gritted his teeth, watching the scene with angry eyes and a pained expression.

Looking at the emaciated boy, Gordruf couldn't help but ponder, he could understand the world that Kilshtalia Wodim wanted to create...

Fortunately, the legendary magician assassin who supposedly completed his missions 100% of the time seems to have retired.

Otherwise, if that man were to appear...

Kirshtalia Wodim's life had already ended that night.

"..." Olga Marie couldn't imagine how anyone could swallow that moldy bread, that incredibly hard bread...

Even if it meant killing myself... I wouldn't do something like that...

But even under those circumstances, Kirshtalia Wodim still ate the moldy bread...

Old Sword Arthur Pendragon stuffed the last piece of sandwich into his mouth.

He wanted to create a beautiful country so that these poor people could live happy lives.

but why......

Why do such things still happen in such a developed modern world...?

Arthur Pendragon was completely stunned when he saw this.

On a journey busy chasing down the Sixth Beast.

I've never seen a child so emaciated and weak, without even a name, as depicted in the picture...