happiness experiment

2.

Since the day they met, Olka has unilaterally established a deep friendship with Massaguer, harassing other girls all day long, asking her to help him draw a bed sheet that seems to help him sleep. let him rest in peace.

It was night, and Massaguer casually slipped into an empty room and continued to create.

"Out of inspiration again?"

The blond young man handed the girl a cup of warm tea, and changed the water for her brush.

In fact, this person is surprisingly gentle, provided that he doesn't have so many demanding demands.

Massaguer thought, hesitated for a moment, then stood up and grabbed Olka's hand.

"Damn it, don't think I don't know you're trying to paint that broken lamp of yours with my paint?!"

"The new house always needs to be decorated." The latter smiled calmly.

"The paint I used to paint was bought from the Evil Desire Demon, which contains all the colors in the world, and now it is out of print because of the disappearance of that demon! I use it according to my own calculations, and you want to wipe it twice?!"

"But this little paint will be used up sooner or later." Orka said, pouring another spoonful on the lamp, and then admired her work with satisfaction, "Oh, this rotten trace is really like a beetle. you."

"..."

Massaguer just pulled out his hand (rabbit hole) gun and jumped the innocent lamp.

"Masaguer," Olka turned to look at the angry girl, and said in a slightly reproachful voice, "it's wrong to vent your anger with items because you can't beat the opponent, it's too rude to Lantern and Bertrell. "

The girl who gave up complaining about him took a few deep breaths: "...Olka."

"Ok?"

"You should change your job and become a paladin."

It's still the kind used to pull hatred, and it's definitely accurate to pull one.

"I'm too lazy to wear armor..."

Olka didn't understand what Massager wanted to express at all, and explained it by himself.

"as long as you are happy."

The girl chooses to give up thinking, and she sits in front of the canvas melancholy, mourning the scenery that may not be able to be painted before it appears in her life-after all, some scenery cannot be painted with the colors made by humans.

"Speaking of 'all the colors in the world', the Demon of Lust got it from the Witch of Lies."

"?!"

The ups and downs of this moment made the girl's eyes widen.

"Really? How do you know??"

"Timmy is in charge of the church's information network. Occasionally, when I am in the mood to work, I help him sort out the information. There are almost all kinds of information there..."

The young man with light blond hair smiled lightly, but the girl saw the deep sorrow and helplessness of his boss.

"Wouldn't it be nice to do your job well?"

"Too lazy to do it."

Olka gave a pretty standard answer for him.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to care about your psychosis."

In Massager's view, indispensable existence is not normal, such as the "death knell priest" who explained everything with laziness, or the "devil's chef" who was rumored to be raised by the devil.

"Just tell me directly where the Witch of Lies gets her pigments and how to get them."

"The paint is made from the child's tears, and that's the world reflected in her eyes.  … What's wrong?"

Olka looked suspiciously at the girl and silently covered her face.

"..."

Damn, are her tears colorful?Why can it be made into paint? ?Is there something wrong with the principles of this world? ? ?Besides, why can the witch in charge of lies reflect the world? ? ? ?Fuck, is my world fake? Thinking about it, it's terrifying? ! ? ? ! ? ! ?

The girl covered her face, her heart was turbulent.

"So don't stare at the canvas for a long time, your eyes hurt."

The young man who misunderstood something considerately moved the canvas in front of her.

"...don't touch my painting!"

Massaguer hurriedly snatched back his painting and guarded it behind him, Olka looked innocent.

"If you go to the Witch of Lies, you can get the paint, right?"

"Well, the Evil Desire Devil seems to have given a backup of the paint formula to the Witch, in order to prevent the one on his side from being eaten by another demon and then unable to continue the business."

That's what Timmy told me, it's not easy to take care of such a demon.

Olka thought.

"Is that so..."

Massaguer muttered to himself and clenched his fist slightly.

"...You don't want to find the Liar Witch, do you?"

"Ah."

The girl nodded calmly, put away the canvas without hesitation, put away the painting utensils, turned around and rushed out of the room with strides.

"Remember to ask for leave!"

The priest, who had been absent from work for several months without reason, waved at her receding figure.

"Infinite vitality..."

He muttered to himself.

This is the reason why the girl told him a few days ago that she was obsessed with painting.She deeply loves the vitality that walks among the plants and trees, and wants to paint it on the canvas with her own hands and make it her own.

"It really fits..."

The young man showed a smile as happy as getting a new toy, and stretched out his hand towards the air in front of him.

"Accompany me to do an experiment."

"..."

The purple-haired man across the crystal ball was taken aback when he heard the words, closed his eyes and sighed as if remembering some bad experience, but drew the teleportation circle with both hands without hesitation.

"Help me be a puppet for two days, I have to stop him."

He tore off the necklace used to prove his identity, threw a girl who was watching the show with him, and disappeared from the magic circle in a second.

"...Oh..." The girl who had just reacted helplessly pinched the alluring symbol of power like a poppy, "The group of monks outside who sang about you are fucked up, Bertrell."

She pursed her mouth in dissatisfaction, and threw the grace that so many people had sacrificed their lives to get on the umbrella she held up, and spun the umbrella like a juggler.

Suddenly, there was a voice of dialogue in the crystal ball, and the girl curiously dialed it and looked at it.

"...Why did I rush over here and you retreated into the lamp to sleep?! Olka!!"

"I've been waiting for you for 30 seconds, I'm tired."

The young man's voice came from the lamp, mixed with a trace of exhaustion that could not be concealed.

"... Are you really tired?"

The purple-haired man frowned.

"Um……"

"……Feel sorry."

Apologetically, he reached out and poked the lamp wall.

"...Betrell..."

Olka poked her upper body out of the lamp.

"?"

"At this time, we shouldn't have a period of 'you listen to me to explain' and 'I won't listen if I don't listen', and then have a fight without gunpowder, and finally after you lose a round of memory and I lose a round of memory To lie still and wait for the dawn before the end of the world?"

"..."

The purple-haired man——the current pope of the church, the first Pope Bertrell in history who was kidnapped by his subordinates to miss work, silently reached out and stuck his hand on the head of his subordinate who was absent from work with his boss, wanting to see if he had a fever or not. wake.

"Aren't you too lazy to argue?"

"..." Olka blinked, as if she finally remembered her character design, "Ah, that makes sense, good night."

Immediately afterwards, he quickly got back into the lamp.

"..."

Belleville stayed where he was, more dazed than the girl with the umbrella that he dumped just now, and couldn't help but marvel at the metaphysical effect of the present report.

"Ah, yes," a hand that is too lazy to describe, but it is so beautiful stretched out from the lamp, "here, it is much more convenient to move than the big quilt you are wearing."

After taking the clothes, he smiled slightly.

He came directly, so he didn't have time to prepare clothes. The Pope's clothes were too conspicuous, so he planned to let his cronies send some over.It's rare for Olka to think of...? !

Suddenly, His Excellency the Pope showed a frightened expression as if he saw the shadow of his childhood.

Olka prepared clothes for him, and there was only one time in his memory, that was on the day he picked him up, the other party bought him on a whim, a pink ruffled skirt that was too cute for a girl.

Then he was not surprised to see the dress that he didn't even bother to change, it was exactly the same as when he was a child except for the size.

"..."

In the long night, His Holiness the Pope, who is admired by thousands of people, was tangled and sleepless with a women's dress alone.

"..."

The girls watching the play silently turned off the crystal ball.

Simply invisible.

she thinks.