happiness experiment

"Olka, I'm going to be Pope."

Standing in front of his adoptive father, Bertrell, then five years old, said it was the first time he had spoken to Olka in the days since his return from the cult.

"Okay, I'll kill the old man tomorrow..."

Olka, who was only ten years older than her adopted son, nodded perfunctorily on the velvet bed.

"Olka, I'm already the chief paladin."

A few years later, Bertrell, who had grown into a teenager, said when he was a cushion for Olka while supplementing his knowledge of mythology and history.

"Huh? You joined the Paladin?"

The adoptive father Jun said in the tone of "the son told his father that he was going to play in the final, and the other party knew he was playing football".

"..."

Belleville chose to give up thinking.

"Olka, I have been nominated for Pope."

The young Bertrell took off the adoptive father hanging from his body and threw it back on the bed.

"Oh."

The other party spread out the quilt and echoed casually.

"..."

"Olka, the Pope has passed away...you can figure it out yourself."

That year, Bertrell pointed his sword at the holy wooden bed newly made for Olka and said.

"?!? The bed is innocent you can't do this to it."

So Olka traveled thousands of miles to get back a ballot named Timilia for him, although it was later discovered that he could not hack off his own bed, and such a threat was ineffective against Olka again.

"Speaking of..." Back to reality, the two were engaged in a fierce battle, "Beltrell, why do you want to be Pope?"

"In order to have more opportunities to study the theorems of the world, many documents can only be browsed by the Pope."

"Not for world peace or something?"

"Unless the curse of the indispensable existence is lifted, there can be no peace in the world."

"Curse?" Olka sneered, "You think our title is a curse?"

"Yes." Bertrelle swung Olka's scepter away with his sword and cornered him.

"At least I hope to find a way to stop you from hearing the death knell." He paused slightly, "So you don't need to stop the bell in that way. You don't need to do that kind of experiment..."

"But Belle," Olka raised a hand and brushed up a lock of his hair, "Even if I'm not a knell priest, even if I'm not an indispensable existence, what I do will not change."

"..."

Belleville made no objection.

"You obviously know very well...that's the kind of person I am."

"...Yeah, I know." He twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly, "But I'm happy."

"Beltrell, you have to leave room for shaking m..."

"enough!"

"╮(╯▽╰)╭"

"So we won't fight together?"

The little brother who was watching the battle was full of bewilderment.

Then he was sent to turn in the mission to get the bento with the bullet through the forehead.

"..."

"..."

The two flirting immediately turned to look at the door.

"..." The Killing Witch smiled at them, "How do you prefer to die?"

"...Masagar..."

Bertrell let go of Olka who was pushed against the wall by him, took a deep breath, and pointed his sword at the girl.

"I'm very sorry."

"Huh? But Alia, I still want to thank you for coming~" The witch fiddled with the gun in her hand enthusiastically, "Thank you for letting me find what I really want to draw."

As she spoke, she shot and broke the sacrificial authority staff with the spell barrier.

"...It's a joke."

Olka, who was a scumbag without a staff, consciously shrank behind Bertrell.

"Be a little bit responsible, don't always cause trouble for Alia!"

The witch said dissatisfiedly, still behaving like the girl from not long ago.

Then a bullet bounced past.

After all, the essence has been distorted... Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations.

……

"... At this time... you know that cold weapons are not good... just say why don't you tie a gun to your sword."

Olka, who was dragged away half a ship by Belleville, panted heavily, and countless death knells rang and stopped in her ears.

"I'm too lazy to tie."

Belleville rolled his eyes, and said with someone's usual excuse.

"Then you are too weak as a paladin, no wonder you changed your job to be the Pope."

"The Slaughter Witch is already one of the best in the indispensable existence, and she still has the enhancement of the title she just inherited, not to mention..."

"What's more, you can't deal with that child."

"..."

Bertrell ignored him and hid Orkara in the warehouse.

"Hide here and don't come out. I will unlock the seal of the box. With the help of the Witch of Lies and the Evil Eater, we may still be able to defeat her."

"Did you just win? It's good to remind people of Timmy at this time. He even killed his own demons without hesitation." Oerka shook his head, "Why don't you just kill your relatives?"

"..." Bertrell stopped setting up the defensive circle upon hearing this, "Is this the purpose of your experiment?"

As if thinking of something, he stared straight at the priest who did not change his smile.

"Not really...but it's the first time I've heard my own death knell, it's really exciting."

He spoke as if he was a child taking a night out for the first time.

"...Olka...we might actually die here."

"Yeah." The twisted death knell priest nodded, "It's also pretty good."

He heard the death knell of himself and Bertrell ringing together in his ears.

"It's nice to die for love once in a while."

"boom!"

The warehouse door was kicked open.

"Sacrificing love, do you need help?"

The witch raised her gun and asked.

"Olka, let's go!"

Belleville pushed Orka to the direction of the back door of the warehouse and urged.

"Oh, I'm too lazy to escape."

The priest of his family snatched the sword in his hand coldly and threw it in front of the witch.

"What are you kidding at a time like this?!"

"Huh? I won't let you go even if you surrender... By the way, Olka, you still owe me money for paint."

"Go and teach yourself to find someone who is in charge of finances."

Olka gives thoughtful tips.

"Too lazy to go, or you promise with your life."

"The recent people don't have any innovative ideas at all, and they all use the same routine."

"I can make you less routine and more dead end."

"..."

Bertrell felt that he didn't want to know at all how these two indispensable beings met the radio waves, and the decisive battle between life and death was like chattering.

It would be nice if we could talk like this...

As he thought about it, he saw the witch's purple-black eyes like a cheetah.

Probably impossible.

Just when he was thinking about the escape plan, his bear adoptive father made another amazing move—the structure of their house is also amazing. If you don't offend the bear, it will more reflect the true nature of the guardian Xiong.

"Shoot a gun first."

Olka pointed to his belly.

"What?"

Even so, the witch fired a shot.

"……Europe……"

Belleville clutched her stomach and looked at her adoptive father in disbelief.

"It's like watching killing a father and an enemy. You can't die with this amount of bleeding."

That is indispensable to you!

He retorted with his eyes.

Then, as if understanding his eyes, Olka stretched out her hand and gently covered his hand covering his abdomen, and the light pattern of healing magic emerged.

"Whenever your death knell rang, it wasn't me who saved you."

Olka stood on tiptoe and kissed his forehead, the touch was as good as the goodnight kiss he asked for with a blushing face a long time ago.

"Good night, Beatre."

The man's ever-changing smile disappeared into the darkness.

—————Decompose the Rabbit—————

"Woo...is it noisy outside?"

The sleeping children were awakened by the screams of the crew and passengers.

"...It's okay, don't be afraid."

Ley comforted the child softly.

"No matter what happens for a while, don't come out, someone will come to pick you up."

"Huh? Is it Fay? Ah... no... Fay doesn't exist at this time..."

The child pouted in frustration.

"...The Witch of the Rain is really an unfathomable fellow."

He looked at the child who should not have appeared at this time, and sighed softly.

This is what he saw as true.

This child was sent from the future by Rain, the Witch of Rain, in order to kill Timeria, the "devil's chef" in this world.

As an unacceptable existence in this world, coupled with the existence of evil-eating demons in this era itself, the child's body and spirit have begun to collapse.

"Brother... do you know Rain? Rain said that the mushroom soup growing in the corner is very delicious."

The child showed a small smile, and his eyes were bright and full of vitality when he thought of food. It looked like the kind that the Killing Witch especially wanted to kill.

"...Why on earth did you kill the 'Devil's Chef'?"

Although the evil eating demon of the previous generation died at the hands of Timilia, it should have nothing to do with this child from the future.

"Didn't Big Brother see it?"

"My ability is not arbitrary."

"Oh... um... it was Rain who said it, because... ha..." The child paused for a while, as if out of breath for a moment, "because... Fay belongs to that brother named Timmy Duplicate, if he doesn't die, Fay can't be recognized by the world's theorem as an individual...you can only be a puppet...you can't become Fay..."

"..."

Ley frowned, thinking about what the child had said.

He had heard that the previous generation of evil eaters had made countless replicas of Timilia for eating and playing, and the source of these replicas was also a troublesome rain witch.

The human body is tempered, and time goes back, who is the witch of the rain?

"Ah... By the way, Rain helped to revive Mei Fei, because she died before... so many times... Um... Mei Fei only died twice... Huh?"

The child's memory seemed to have begun to be confused, and Ley couldn't help but put his hand on his head.

"Don't think about it for now, go to sleep."

"……Um."

The child obediently closed his eyes.

...Shaping magic and resurrection magic...

Even if it is an indispensable existence, the magic of the Rain Witch Club is too much, so it can't achieve the balance expected by the theorem at all. It would be better to say that the world is her playground alone.

"There must be something wrong..."

The boy muttered to himself.