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

“? How could you—” Kirshtalia Wodim looked at the boy lying on his pillow, and this time, he finally saw him clearly.

In this dimly lit room, I hadn't been able to see the boy's appearance clearly.

Now it's very clear.

Kirshtalia Wodim looked at the boy's emaciated body, which was covered in bruises, and one eye was swollen, as if he had been punched hard.

Kirshtalia Wodim's heart trembled as he looked at these fresh wounds.

“…Ah.” The boy slowly opened his eyes and silently gazed at Kirshtalia Wodim.

The boy has been living alone until now, so it's impossible for him to have enough food reserves to support two people for more than two weeks.

Before that, we can find those foods.

The boy was only spared questioning by people on the street because he was wearing a magical costume that could conceal his presence.

"There's only enough food for one person. It's enough to sustain him alone. Since hiding me, the boy has only..."

They haven't gone out at all. Because if they go out with the pendant, the room will no longer be able to be hidden.

Kirshtalia Vode noticed the Mystic Code the boy had placed beside her pillow, "..."

"To protect me, that pendant is now placed next to my pillow."

"It's quite clear what he did to prepare the new food. He was probably interrogated and beaten several times."

“Since I was hidden away until today, my strength, which has never been able to withstand even this kind of violence, is too great for a child who has never had a full meal.”

Kenneth held the boy who had saved his master in the highest esteem.

Thank you... for saving Kirshtalia Wodim.

Only then did I have the opportunity to accomplish such a thing, to appear in this Atlantic Lostbelt, and to realize my dream.

Kirshtalia Wodim's calves have disappeared, a scene reminiscent of when Dr. Roman taught Goetia magic.

The faint sunlight shone on the boy's face, his dark eyes shining as he looked at Kirshtalia Wodim, "...Baby, baby...don't worry, don't worry."

Kirshtalia Wodim stared intently at the boy, hot tears streaming down her face, down her nose, and onto the pillow, her lips trembling slightly.

As a magical genius, he was well aware of the physical condition of the boy in front of him.

"Impossible. No matter how you look at it, it's impossible. After all, it's too foolish and too ill-considered. He may be ignorant, but he's a smart boy. He wouldn't choose to do something like this."

He lay down on the bed, looking at my face lying beside him, as if he were gazing at the stars.

The boy's body swayed slightly, his dark eyes slowly closing as he weakly murmured, "...Beautiful...hehe...beautiful, beautiful..."

Kirshtalia Wodim watched the boy's swaying body and slowly closing eyes, and shouted anxiously, "—Wait! Wait a minute!!!! Wait a minute! Please, wait..."

“...Really, it’s beautiful—” The boy closed his eyes and fell down beside Kirshtalia Wodim’s pillow, no longer breathing, with a happy smile on his face, as if he had entered a dream.

"The emotion that welled up in my heart at that time was neither sadness or surprise, nor anger."

"Only by breaking free from one's own folly. The fool who has always regarded things as 'non-existent' and categorized them as irrelevant to himself. The fool who can only look to the future from this perspective."

Kirshtalia Wodim said self-deprecatingly, "Ha—a born king who creates beautiful things? A chosen genius? Ridiculous. No, not even worth laughing at."

“I don’t understand at all. They keep saying they want to ‘create beautiful things,’ but they’re just blindly believing in the word ‘beauty.’”

"I have never even thought about what 'beauty' means to me."

Kirshtalia Wodim slowly sat up, looked at the bread laid out on his bedding, and said to himself, "The boy's value will not change. He lost his life for such a trivial reason because of his own stupidity."

"I am of the upper class, and he is of the lower class. Judging from our future achievements, this wouldn't be more obvious."

"But can I do it?"

"For a complete stranger, to fill that person's hunger, would I risk my life?"

"For the things I find beautiful, would I risk my life without asking for anything in return?"

“—Ah, such a thing,” Kirshtalia Wodim let hot tears well up in his eyes, streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto his thin body, his tone becoming incredibly firm, “—Of course I can do it.”

His blood boiled once again from his limbs and bones.

Their souls were rekindled.

It spurred on its body, which had been dormant for a very long time.

Kirshtalia Wodim stretched out his hands, grabbed a piece of white bread, put it in his mouth, chewed it quickly, and swallowed it.

"My talent, known as the Magic Circuit, is gradually suffering physical damage."

"Now that I've paid this price, I've eaten the bread."

"That's right." The tears in Kirshtalia Wodim's eyes gradually disappeared, and he looked at the bread with unwavering determination, eating it piece by piece. "Since he can do it, I must do it too. Since he has shown it, I must respond."

"It's like how a poor man like him, who had nothing, attained the greatest goodness."

"—Stand higher. —Become stronger. I shamelessly stuff food into my mouth, infusing every cell with vitality."

"Emergence, sympathy, and regret are all a waste of time. Because I have already found the mission that must be accomplished. This is a reason acquired later in life, not a belief I was born with."

“This is a purpose that would never arise in Kirshtalia Wodim’s life.”

"But I vowed to live for it."

Half of the basket of bread disappeared, and the soft, warm bread became energy to nourish Kirshtalia Wodim's body. "As someone who has gained more than him, as long as I have a breath left, I must continue to demonstrate the value of humanity."

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Seek encounters in the dungeon world.

The Hestia family.

Hestia, Bell Crane, Welf, Haruhime, and Lily all lowered their heads, feeling very sad.

I originally thought that this child would be rewarded for his good deeds.

But fate and reality are just that cruel.

Bell Craney watched the boy carry a basket of bread, running several blocks, desperately trying to get back... and then watch his precious treasure eat the bread...

This determination and perseverance deeply impressed Bell Craney.

"It's so sad...this child...this child...after all, he hasn't had a proper meal for many days. The food he ate before has already damaged his body." Hestia looked at the boy who had stopped breathing with a sorrowful expression.

"No, no, he's just too tired... he's asleep. Look how peacefully he's sleeping," Chunji said, wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice filled with sorrow.

She preferred to deceive herself into believing that the child in the picture hadn't died, but was just too tired and had fallen asleep.

This scene is so cruel...

Fels looked at his skeletal arm and asked himself, "This magic that has occupied my skill bar for so long... will it really be of any use when I encounter something like this again?"

The sage Fels discovered that this child was a human being for whom he could absolutely pay the price to be resurrected.

It seems that my own magic is completely useless.

Chaldea world, Group A timeline.

Kadoc looked at Kirshtalia Wodim with a rather complicated expression.

This man is making me rather annoyed...

They actually kept trying to lead me... such a weak magician, out of the singularity.

I really have been... dragging everyone down.

Debit Zem Void was somewhat disappointed that he never got to see himself on screen.

If I were in the interstellar city of Olympus, I would never have let Beryl Gat succeed.

That scoundrel...

Kirshtalia Wodim sat in his room, staring at the ceiling. "Ugh... this is terrible. How did everything get exposed? It's so painful to have these wounds reopened."

Ophelia Famsolone, her face serious, knocked on the door and entered, saying with a slightly hesitant tone, "Lady Kirshtalia Wodim... no... Kirshtalia. I have something to say to you."

Peperoncino leaned against the wall, watching Ophelia Famsolone enter Kirstalia Wodim's room. "That's right, we should cherish the present moment. Beryl Gat, that guy hid quite well. I can't believe we couldn't find him."

Hinako Akuta breathed a sigh of relief, clutching a thick book. It seemed her little secret hadn't been exposed after all. That was great. "Beryl Gat... if I could summon Xiang Yu... I'd definitely have him slap you to death!"

In the interstellar city of Olympus, Fujimaru Ritsuka is in the underground alliance timeline.

"Such a beautiful young man... actually struggled on the edge of hell for more than half a month. I admire him... I admire him." Miyamoto Musashi's beautiful eyes, reflecting the sky, looked in amazement at the filthy young man, Kirshtalia Wodim, who was wolfing down his food.

It's like achieving enlightenment.

In an instant, Miyamoto Musashi sensed that Kirshtalia Wodim had undergone a tremendous change, even his soul state had changed.

Although his plan failed, that ideal plan... failed.

But this is a good opponent.

Kennis now wants to get back to Kirshtalia Wodim as soon as possible.

Boruto: The World Is Gone.

Seeing this, Boruto Uzumaki looked at the uneaten food on his table, the food he was about to throw away...

A thought involuntarily arose in my mind: how did my father, Naruto, spend his childhood...?

Hokage's office.

"Ah... I remember things from the past." Naruto Uzumaki chuckled wistfully, recalling the expired milk he bought as a child, the instant noodles he ate, and the Ichiraku Ramen that Iruka-sensei treated him to.

I'm quite happy to have so many friends...

Countless children in the Hidden Leaf Village came to admire Kirshtalia Wodim's words: "As long as I have a breath left, I will continue to demonstrate the value of humanity."

Spy world.

Anya slumped dejectedly onto her mother, Joel Foger's, lap. "I didn't make it to the end and was found by Kirshtalia Wodim's grandfather... I'm so sad. I'm unhappy."

Pengde Foger licked his master's face.

Anya felt incredibly lucky to have met her father and mother.

Inside the orphanage, I was able to find a kind person willing to take me in.

If the boy doesn't have a pendant.

What if... he gets sent to an orphanage too?

With such a kind heart, he's sure to find a kind and interesting couple like his parents to adopt him.

Joel Fogel has an urge to adopt another child, a boy or a girl, to be Anya's younger brother or sister!

After all, my job... sometimes prevents me from spending time with my daughter.

The world of The Shield Hero.

Raphtalia wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She had once been a slave herself and had been abused by these humans.

Fortunately, I met Lord Naofumi.

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Naofumi Iwatani clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and roared inwardly:

Compared to him... the false accusations, betrayals, and contempt that befell me are nothing at all...

"At least I can still stand here now, no one is dying next to me, and I can still have enough to eat."

"Even in the most miserable times, I never ate moldy, moss-covered bread, or drank dirty water..."

What Kirshtalia Wodim experienced directly ignited the soul of this already weakened Shield Hero.

Filo adorably clung to Naofumi's arm, "Master, Master!...I promise I'll never leave you!"

“Ah…this man, it was from here that he became completely different.” Larku Berku looked at Kirshtalia Wodim with admiration, at what this man wanted to achieve, and at the expectations he wanted to fulfill.

"...This child...didn't even make it to the end..."

Triss, her eyes brimming with tears, said with immense sadness.

This poor child...

If we could just hold on a little longer, maybe we could be rescued together with Kirshtalia Wodim.

Bless this beautiful world.

"Aaaaaaahh ...