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

Mashu's eyes glistened with tears as she looked at the emaciated boy.

She didn't know what kind of power the boy possessed that allowed him to bring fifteen-year-old Kirshtalia Wodim back to his residence.

This weakness is evident only in the skin wrapped around the arms...

Dr. Roman put down his coffee and sighed deeply. "There are many children like this everywhere... but most people just haven't seen them."

Ophelia Famsolone's face was filled with shock. The person she loved... had experienced such a desperate situation and a life that was unimaginable.

She didn't know how Kirshtalia Wodim had survived those ten days.

And this emaciated child... how can he take care of a fifteen-year-old?

After all, the frail child in the picture can't even take care of himself... right?

Even when he couldn't take care of himself, he still chose to save someone, a complete stranger.

“A treasure… He considers Kilshtalia Wodem a treasure. I can’t understand…” Kiyohime shook her head, unable to comprehend why a child would see Kilshtalia Wodem as a treasure. Was it because of Kilshtalia Wodem’s good looks?

He is indeed quite handsome.

Or perhaps the child finds Kirshtalia Wodim's soul beautiful.

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"Hehe...hehe! How scary. How scary, everyone, how scary!" The boy stood by the bed, his right hand constantly stroking the pendant around his neck. "Hide...hide. It's safe here. —Don't worry."

The boy wore a beautiful pendant around his neck, a large sapphire encased in silver-gray metal.

“That’s it!” Kirshtalia Wodim stared in astonishment at the pendant around the boy’s neck.

"Even I, who am currently unable to use magic, can tell that what the boy is holding is a Mystic Code for 'invisibility.' Moreover, it's a very old antique."

"That's a spell artifact from a sect even older than the Clock Tower, said to be belonging to 'witches' who live in seclusion deep in the forests of Britain."

“So that’s it, that’s why—” Kirshtalia Wodim understood why the assassins had failed to track him down.

The magical regalia around the boy's neck would make the room undetectable to others as long as he was in it.

The state reached.

“…………I see. This is indeed a treasure.” Kirshtalia Wodim assumed the pendant was the treasure the boy was referring to.

"?" The boy continued to chuckle from time to time, his eyes fixed on Kirshtalia Wodim.

“I couldn’t find out whether it was a keepsake from his biological parents or something he found. But that makes me understand the boy’s situation.”

"The reason he was able to find me in the dark alley and move me here is all thanks to that pendant."

"The reason this storage room contains food is probably because he smuggled it from the shops outside while he was in hiding."

Kirshtalia Wodim's luck is truly amazing.

In the vast sea of ​​people of London.

She was actually saved by a child with an invisibility magic costume.

Thanks to this magical pendant, the nameless boy was able to survive on his own.

As long as the boy wears this pendant, ordinary people will be unable to detect him at all.

“You… that—” Kirshtalia Wodim wanted to tell the boy the function of this magical artifact, but didn’t know how to begin, so she could only speak vaguely.

"Hehe, hehehe... Okay. Okay." A bright smile appeared on the boy's face as he carefully placed the pendant in his pocket. "It's beautiful, beautiful. My darling, my darling."

Inside the crumbling Great Temple, Kirshtalia Wodim's eyes welled up with tears. "...Whenever I think back on it, my chest still aches."

Kenneth nodded slightly, seemingly guessing what had happened next.

"A few days later, I made some new discoveries."

The boy in the memory said, "Always watching. Always watching from the 'bridge'."

The boy spoke haltingly to Kirshtalia Wodim, his vocabulary limited, unable to form even a complete sentence.

"...I finally remembered. The homeless man I would occasionally glimpse when crossing the bridge. It was him."

"Keep watching. Keep watching." The boy's face would light up with a bright smile whenever he saw Kirshtalia Wodim.

"What kind of existence am I to him? I will never know the answer in my lifetime."

"I must never assume that I know him well."

"However, it's clear that in his eyes, 'someone crossing the bridge' is someone who is worth him going to such lengths for."

The boy watched Kirshtalia Wodim's situation for a while, then continued to sit cross-legged on the ground.

This boy may be ignorant, but he is not stupid.

He understood the current situation through his own way of living.

The boy seemed to know what kind of disaster Kirshtalia Wodim was facing and consciously did not leave the room.

Even if the pendant effect exists.

Whenever the boy goes out, Kirshtalia Wodim is in danger of being discovered by assassins using their pursuit magic.

The boy seemed to have taken this into consideration, and no longer ventured out to find food so easily.

Within these two weeks or so.

The bread and leftovers that the boy provided to Kirshtalia Wodim were all stored in advance in the storage room.

In the blink of an eye, several days have passed.

The boy groped around in the garbage dump, searching for food, but couldn't find anything edible after a long time.

For the first time, despair and distress appeared on the boy's face. He said urgently, "...food...food, food..."

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Kirshtalia Wodim asked calmly, though a sense of unease gripped him.

Hearing the treasure's concerned tone, the boy felt a warmth in his heart, raised his head, and smiled brightly, "Hehe...hehehe. No, no."

The boy's dark eyes were fixed on Kirshtalia Wodim, and he said firmly, "No problem... Don't worry, don't worry—"

“I see. That’s good…” Kirshtalia Wodim slowly closed his eyes, pondering in his heart.

"Although I've gotten used to this environment, I've reached my limit of fatigue. My limbs are completely immobile. My strength is constantly draining away."

"Moreover, the food the boy prepared has no nutritional value whatsoever. If the assassins won't find me, it means our side won't be able to find me either."

The afternoon sun shone through the cracks onto Kirshtalia Wodim's frail face.

This once handsome young man has not washed his hair or taken a bath for more than half a month.

His long, greasy blond hair, his slightly yellowed teeth with food residue stuck between them, and his eyes revealed a weak expression.

This is a far cry from the male god who was once adored by countless women at the Clock Tower, who has now fallen to such a state.

If those who admired Kirshtalia Wodim saw Kirshtalia Wodim now, would they still recognize him?

The astronomy prodigy of this clock tower.

Kirshtalia Wodim's father was currently ranting angrily, lamenting that these incompetent assassins had failed to find a body in such a sure thing.

If his plan is discovered, he's finished.

However, according to the assassin's report, Kirshtalia Wodim is doomed.

Even if they survive, their magic circuits will be shattered, rendering them useless.

"I sighed dejectedly and closed my eyes. As I drifted off to sleep, I imagined myself slowly decaying and dying like a withered tree." — Kirsh

Talia Wodim lay in bed, starving, having not eaten for two days.

If he continues in this state, he will not be far from death.

The equally hungry and extremely weak boy, with a dazzling light shining in his dark eyes, walked with firm steps to Kirshtalia Wodim's bedside.

The boy carefully took out his precious pendant and gently placed it beside Kirshtalia Wodim's pillow.

The boy walked quietly to the door, opened it, turned his head, and gazed intently at his precious sleeping face. No problem... Don't worry, don't worry!

"Creak..."

The dilapidated wooden door was closed.

Relying on his memory, the boy quickly ran towards a nearby bakery.

The boy secretly observed, hiding in a corner not far from the bakery, waiting for the staff to leave for a moment so he could have a chance to get food.

This time, he did not go to the garbage dump to look for food.

Because it's breakfast time now, and not a large amount of urban waste has been processed yet.

If you want to get food, the only option now is to go to the bakery.

After a few hours, the boy's legs started to feel numb from standing.

The bakery staff finally left, apparently to use the restroom.

He rushed forward and, with all his might, grabbed a basket of freshly baked white bread, preparing to return to his dwelling to see his treasure.

Click.

Just then, the shop assistant returned to the store, saw the boy stealing bread, and beat him up.

An adult's strength left a teenager with bruises and swelling.

He squatted on the ground, clutching the bread in his arms tightly, and took a bite out of the shop assistant's leg.

Take advantage of the other person's pain.

The boy clutched the bread tightly in both hands and ran out with all his might, amidst the shouts and curses of the bakery clerk.

His figure gradually disappeared.

On the way back to the storage room, beggars and homeless people tried to snatch the food from the boy's hands.

Some people even wanted to question him about where the food came from.

How could this emaciated boy, barely clothed, possibly afford food?

The boy didn't say a word and ran away with all his might.

Even if they used fists and feet, they couldn't make him put down the bread in his hand.

The boy stumbled and limped back to the storage room, carrying a basket of white bread in his arms, and shouted excitedly to Kirshtalia Wodim:

"Get up, get up."

“…” Kirshtalia Wodim was awakened for the first time by the boy’s voice, and opened his sleepy eyes.

"Hehe...hehehe. Food, food."

"Eat, eat more. Eat more, eat more."

"That's—" Kirshtalia Wodim looked at the basket of bread in the boy's hand with great surprise, his voice filled with excitement.

This basket was full of bread, not the leftovers that people usually throw away.

Instead, it looked like clean bread that had just been baked this morning.

Kirshtalia Wodim turned to look at the boy, and said with a delighted tone, "Amazing. No, I'm glad... but it's all bread. Since we've come all this way, we could have taken some other food..."

"These are things to eat. Eat them, eat them."

The boy didn't eat a single piece of the clean bread, but kept talking to Kirshtalia Wodim, urging his treasure to eat the food.

Kirshtalia Wodim leaned on Kenis's shoulder, her body slowly dissipating, tears sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto Kenis. "...I only understood afterward. Why was there only hardened bread? Because in his entire life so far, that was the only 'food' he could see."

"At the time, I was living a wealthy life and didn't understand this. More importantly, I didn't realize something else that was even more important."

In my memories.

The boy put the snow-white bread into Kirshtalia Wodim's mouth.

“Mmm... Well then I won’t be polite. Hmm, it’s easy to swallow. It’s good that it’s easy to swallow.” Kirshtalia Wodim said gratefully to the boy.

The boy standing beside Kirshtalia Wodim's bed smiled sweetly, "Hehe...hehehehe...hehe..., hehe..."

Plop.

The boy collapsed weakly beside the bed, his hands resting on Kirshtalia Wodim's pillow.

The boy felt... completely weak, and his eyes seemed unable to open.