happiness experiment

1.

She thinks she loves life, the life that can still shine brightly in the second before it disappears.

"Masaguer! Massaguer! Seriously, where are you slacking off?" The head nun quickly moved across the corridor, holding up her long skirt, "Come out and help! Did you hear that?"

"No."

In the warehouse, the girl with flaxen braids pursed her lips and answered in a low voice. Of course, the head nun who had gone away didn't hear her.

The girl let out a long sigh of relief and continued her creation.

In front of her is a canvas. In the painting, a sick woman with a haggard face is smiling gently, like the first ray of sunshine in early spring.

"Sure enough, I prefer living things to lifeless statue gods~~"

The girl pinched her nose and said.

"Hey~ I like statues very much~" A blond young man floated half of his body from a strangely shaped lamp, "For example, in the central church, the statue of the goddess of the moon, the pajamas she wears are very comfortable at first glance. It must be a good dream."

"...The goddess of the moon is an orthodox costume."

The girl turned her back to him, so she didn't notice anything unusual, she just thought it was a monk who was as lazy as herself.

"She's the goddess of the night? But she won't let her sleep?"

"Then why doesn't the Sun Goddess let people sunbathe?"

"Yes, it makes sense."

"There's a ghost."

The girl was so noisy that she couldn't concentrate, so she had to put down her paintbrush, and turned her head to stare at the guy who interrupted her painting. The next second, she took out her family magic wand and threw it at him without hesitation.

"Ah, you got watercolor here."

The blond youth dodged the girl's attack and pointed to the tip of her nose.

"What are you?!"

Seeing that the enemy's force value was higher than her own, she had no choice but to retreat, and planned to wait for the opportunity to use a large magic to kill the opponent in seconds.

"Huh?" The young man thought for a while, suddenly realized, and pulled his leg out of the lamp, "Sorry, I'm too lazy to pull out the (rabbit hole), did I scare you?"

"...Why don't you bother to come out?"

"There's no way to do bedtime exercise inside the lights."

The young man answered frankly.

"..."

Looking at the young man's humble and gentle smiling face, the girl smashed down with a stick, and then calmly activated the alarm circles scattered throughout the church.

"Is this... a staff made by Mard?"

The girl was taken aback: "Do you know my father?"

"Well, as an executioner, he is willing to give up his status and live as a craftsman." He lightly stroked the ring on the top of the stick, "He is the person I respect the most."

"Really? Can you...can you understand father?"

His father has been called a wimp and a traitor by his former colleagues for many years, and his neighbors are often afraid of him because they are worried about his father's excessive ability.

She once asked her father the reason, and the man in his thirties touched her head with deep sadness and said, "I once killed a demon, and after that, the knife in my heart disappeared along with her. "

She still can't understand this sentence, and the young man in front of her seems to have a lot of connections with her father, maybe...

"Well, I understand! I understand!" The young man's excited voice interrupted her train of thought, "It's too painful to climb out of the bed every day to play with Betrell. If the bed in the church is not so comfortable, I will also resign .”

"..."

She snatched back her cane, took out her (rabbit hole) gun, and planned to give the other party a ride.

"boom!"

The door of the warehouse was knocked open, and the belated nuns and monks led the girls and youth group.

"Who... are you... Master Olka?!"

cried the Superior Sister in a distorted voice.

"...What the hell?"

Olka, High Priest of the Central Church, right-hand man of the current Pope Bertrell.

The girl felt that she was in trouble.

"Ma... Massaguer! How dare you treat Olka as a suspicious person?!"

The head nun pushed her glasses and threw the pot at the girl named Massaguer.

It seems that the explanation is useless.

Massaguer clenched the stick in his hand as he thought about it.

"Ah, I asked her to activate that." Olka smiled, "Because it's fun to watch."

"……What?"

The girl looked at the young man in bewilderment.

"This... that... this..." The head nun froze while holding her glasses, speaking incoherently.

"Also, I was secretly interviewed by Bertrell through a lamp, so please keep my affairs a secret, is that okay?"

Olka tapped her lips with her index finger and winked at the head nun.

"Yes! Okay! I... I'll help you prepare the room right now!"

The over-age girl head nun resolutely ignored the above excuses, nodded her head abruptly and led her confused subordinates away.

"It's so tiring to be seduced by sex (rabbit hole)."

The young man lying on the canvas said the next second after the crowd dispersed.

"Damn it, get up! My painting, ah, ah, ah!"

"But lying on the ground pajamas will get dirty..."

"Why the hell are you wearing pajamas?! And the paint won't get dirty?!"

……

somewhere.

Seeing the happy conversation between the girl and the young man coming out of the crystal ball, the purple-haired young man with a complicated mood squeezed it silently.

After a while, he slowly opened his mouth to the darkness.

"Obviously you got into the lamp because you thought it was fun."