Play holy light heart to be dirty

Artemisia propped her chin and glanced at the origami photo that reappeared on the monitor, and after a few seconds, she whispered.

"Well, Ailian, have you met this child before?"

"What do you mean?"

"This kid seems to know me."

"..."

Artemisia's words made Ellen suddenly silent, but a few seconds later, with a slight sigh, Ellen continued.

"Artemisia, your opinion of yourself is too low. It's not surprising that the former AST members would know SSS-level Artemisia Ashcroft."

"Well...you're right."

"That's it. In other words, you didn't know that you met her. How could I know?"

"Ahaha...it seems so."

After Artemisia shrugged her shoulders and smiled wryly, Elen sighed helplessly.

"Compared to this kind of thing, let's go, Ike has summoned us."

After Artemisia put the computer into sleep mode, she followed Ellen's back and left the room.

"..."

While walking in the corridor without a word, Elen glanced at Artemisia.

Sensitive Artemisia noticed this gaze and smiled back, Elen looked forward again embarrassedly.

When Artemisia asked about Tobiichi's origami, Ellen was a little surprised, but now it seems that Artemisia has not regained her memory.

Indeed, Artemisia faced Origami Blade in the previous battle.

So that was the case, there was nothing he could do about the conversation between the two of them at that time causing him to have doubts.

It is impossible to unlock the memory processing of the conversations on the battlefield to such an extent, but it is better to confirm the conversation records just in case.

Ellen and Artemisia, who were thinking about this, got on the elevator together.

"Well, Ellen, what new strategy did Westcott call us for?"

"Who knows, but it's probably about elves."

"Well, that's what I said..."

Speaking of these innocuous words, Ellen and the others arrived at the top floor of the building - in front of the room of Isaac Westcott, executive director of DEM.

After pushing open the door and entering, the two saw Ike sitting in a special wheelchair at a glance.

"Hmm... is it finally here? Well, I asked you two to come for nothing else - as the elves floating in the universe fell into the hands of 'Ratastock', they have already gathered ten elves on their side gone."

Without greeting or exchanging pleasantries, Westcott directly stated their current predicament.

Hearing this, Ai Lian immediately lowered her head in pain: "... I am so sorry for losing face one after another."

Ellen still remembers the fact that the 'Getia' she controlled was defeated by the enemy airship 'Fraxinus' while fighting in the universe.

If she hadn't been shot down at that time, there should be some turning point in the outcome of the battle.

But Westcott didn't look like he wanted to blame Ellen, he continued.

"Don't dwell on those things, you've done a great job, and I think the current situation is associated with the best results."

"Best result?"

Chapter Three Hundred and Nine

"That's right, gathering all the spirits can be a good thing or a bad thing.

I think 'Ratastock' itself may be in trouble, if nothing else. "

With a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, Westcott said these words.

"What do you mean?"

Eileen asked with some puzzlement.

And Westcott recalled the information of the elves obtained by using the omniscient angel——"God's Book", and finally replied with emotion.

"Well... probably because there is one of the elves who wants to kill us no matter what, and the existence of the origin elf.

Now all ten elves have been rescued, that is to say - it shouldn't be too long before she does it. "

Hearing this, Ai Lian suddenly held her breath, and she suddenly understood that Ike was referring to the spirit.

The guy who attacked this Japanese branch like a madman in the past - the elf 'Nightmare'.

A spirit that can manipulate time and shadows, infinitely multiply and store its past self as a clone.

The other party seems to have a deeper hatred for them and the origin elves.

"In short, it's almost time for us to risk everything and seriously kill it.

There is no need to hold back, let's use the power of the strongest magician of mankind to our heart's content. "

"Please leave it to me. It will definitely bring you the best results."

As if to respond to Westcott's words, Ellen corrected her posture and replied.

Artemisia took a step back and straightened up like Elen.

Seeing this, Westcott said with a smile: "Okay, I am looking forward to you.

Although Elliott is not here, it is of course a pity to say that it is a pity. "

"……Well."

Elliott, the name of the betrayer made Ailian's expression become serious.

Probably noticing Ellen's expression, Westcott shrugged and continued.

"Well, there will be a day when we will meet again, just... I don't know if Elliott will become the sacrifice of the Spirit of Time's revenge first.

I don't think the other party will obediently remain indifferent when they have the opportunity to meet Elliott.

Maybe, she is ready to strike now! "

It has to be said that Westcott's grasp of human nature is really terrifying. Even without the Demon King's "God's Eclipse", he still guessed part of the truth.

At this moment, no one noticed that the secretary Karen who was taking care of Elliott Woodman's life seemed to fluctuate undetectably...

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Tokisaki Kurumi is a kind girl, and everyone who knows her has the same evaluation of her.

Born in a wealthy family and raised in the hands of loving parents, she has never encountered any major unfreedom or dissatisfaction since she was a child, and spent 17 years of her life like this.

An extremely stable life that neither hates nor is hated by others.

This must be very happy, everyone commented on her life like this, in fact she thought so too.

However, to say that she has no troubles at all, it is definitely not the case.

That is——a vague sense of powerlessness.

Maybe it's because of growing up in an environment where there is no freedom, or maybe it's because of nature, such things are often entangled in Kurumi's heart.

Look around the world, there are many people suffering from various hardships.

There are people who die in war, people who die soon after birth with disease, people who are not clothed, who are not fed, and who are treated differently for no reason.

She witnessed through TV, newspapers, magazines—and her own eyes, that in the world, there is a cold wind that blows mercilessly towards the weak.

Seeing this, Kuang San felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Perhaps, this is something that everyone has felt. However, everyone knows that the world is ruthless, so they finally choose to give up on it, ignoring the misfortune of the world that they cannot touch.

But no matter how long it has passed, there is still such a thing in Kuang San's heart.

Maybe there is something you can do yourself.

I want to help those who are in trouble.

This innocent sense of justice is innocent at best, naive at worst.

This is a feeling that no one has noticed, and it is rooted in Kuang San's heart.

Perhaps, because she is such a person, that will happen.

On that ordinary day as usual, Kurumi, who was on his way home with his friends, was walking towards the orange sunset while chatting with his friends.

"That, Sahe classmate"

"Ok?"

After being called by Kurumi's name, a friend of the same level, Santasha and blinked his eyes and tilted his head.

The other party was a simple girl with chestnut hair tied in a three-strand braid.

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow? If there is nothing, I hope I can go to your house to disturb you."

"Okay, it's okay... Ah, don't tell me, do you want to touch 'chestnut' again?" Saying that, Shahe smiled slightly.

Chestnut is the name of her domestic cat. It is a cute American short-haired cat who does not admit birth, even if it is the first time they meet.

"No, it's not like that, that, I want to study with you again..."

"Hehe, let's treat it like this, please come by all means——

However, since Kuang San likes cats so much, he might as well raise one himself. "

Kuang San frowned at Sha He's words, and replied with some regret: "Mom is allergic to cat fur."

"So that's the case, then let's raise it when a person lives alone."

After saying this, Shahe smiled again, then waved her hand and walked towards her home.

Kuangsan waved his hand and said goodbye to her, and after she disappeared, he started walking towards home again.

There is nothing to complain about. The daily life is stable, and my friends are also blessed by God, and I have not encountered any hardships, so there is no problem with this statement.