“I went to sleep early, but got woken up in the middle of the night.
Thinking about your affairs, I couldn’t fall back asleep.”
Hearing little Otto’s words, Lucien let out a soft sigh, the helplessness in his eyes entirely transforming into tenderness as he reached out to ruffle the other’s little head.
“Next time I do anything, I’ll explain it to you beforehand.
I will definitely not let you worry anymore.”
“…
Mhm.”
“Then for now,” Lucien reached out to take the quilt from Otto’s arms, “shall we take a nap first?”
Hearing this, little Otto’s snow-white, pretty face flushed an imperceptible shade of red, though for now he ignored this tempting proposal.
“Last night, what on earth did you go do?”
“Didn’t do much, just broke the arrogant path of that punk who tried to bully you yesterday,” Lucien brushed it off and said.
Just as his voice fell, a flurry of gossip happened to drift over from outside the window.
“Have you heard?
There’s a strange peacock wandering around inside the family.”
“Ah!?”
“Hehe, I’m just messing with you.
Actually, the eldest young master had a delirious fit last night, cursed all the heroes under heaven, spread his wings like a fledgling eagle, and leaped down from a high platform, breaking one of his own legs.”
“Ah!?
That’s way more interesting than a peacock!”
“Right?
Right…”
Listening to the gossiping voices fading into the distance, Lucien wiped his face and suddenly smiled with relief.
“This is the treatment method I could think of.
He has a lot of trouble on him now, and he no longer has the capital to be arrogant.”
Cursing the heroes under heaven aside, just breaking a leg alone is enough to give this eldest son a hard time.
Even before it heals he’ll have a tough time, and if it heals with lingering side effects, it will completely disqualify him from the position of Lord Bishop.
As for not healing…
well, if it doesn’t heal, then it doesn’t heal.
All of this was within Lucien’s acceptance range; as for anything more excessive, at least he couldn’t bring himself to do it right now.
Lucien explained to little Otto, but noticing that little Otto hadn’t responded at all, he felt a slight heaviness in his arms.
It turned out that after getting his answer, little Otto could no longer hold on and had fallen asleep.
“This child.” Lucien looked at little Otto’s happy and serene sleeping face and murmured thus.
Following that, he carried him to the bed, tucked him in with the quilt, and neatly folded the corners of the blanket.
After finishing everything, he finally pulled up a chair to admire him. This story is hosted at novelping.com.
[Is an unfortunate childhood the continuation of nightmares and suffering, or is it the turning point for the birth of love?]
[You once pondered this question, but were never able to find an answer.]
[Right now seems to be the moment when the answer reveals itself.]
[You won’t guarantee that you’ll do better than anyone else, but you sincerely hope that the young Lord Bishop will be happy.]
[And this, directly or indirectly, led to the emergence of a worldly-renowned motto five hundred years later—Fight for all that is beautiful in the world!]
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[You stayed together with Otto, sometimes chatting idly, sometimes tinkering with the airplane together, looking out at the distant horizon, thinking of nothing or thinking of everything.]
[This was a period of time that was slightly mundane yet incomparably happy and joyous.]
[…You always felt as though you had forgotten something important.]
[What could it be?
It’s so hard to guess.]
[The perplexity over forgetfulness and neglect persisted until a familiar, beautiful accident occurred.]
At noon.
The sky was as clear as jade, and the warm sunlight fell like scattering gold dust, bathing the entire world in an incomparable gentleness.
The wind blew leisurely, rustling the greenery and making it sound as if it were truly composing an invisible poem.
Having undergone multiple improvements, the wooden airplane carried dreams too big for two hearts to hold, soaring up into the high heavens.
Perhaps this time it would not only fly over the high walls, but also soar in one go into the blue skies that no human had yet touched.
Lucien and little Otto’s thoughts coincided at this very moment.
However, what happened the next second left both the big person and the little person completely dumbfounded.
Behold, that model airplane flew toward the high wall of the Apocalypse Family that Lucien had vaulted over, but just as it was about to cross the high wall, it made a sharp turn and plunged straight toward the low wall between the Apocalypse Family and the Kaslana Family.
After flying high over the low wall, it immediately executed a right-angle dive.
“Whoosh—thud—”
“Ow!”
A girl’s uniquely delicate cry of pain drifted over from the other side of the wall.
Lucien: (._.)
Little Otto: o_0
“Did you really not equip this airplane with some kind of ‘target-seeking function’?”
“H-How, how could something like that have that kind of function…”
Putting aside the complaints about the model airplane’s precision guidance for now, one must remember that times had changed; after the two of them modified it, the small airplane had long since become bigger and stronger.
Judging by the voice, the person who got hit was still a little girl, which was completely different from when Lucien got hit earlier.
Hopefully, she wouldn’t get hurt or anything.
Thinking this, Lucien intended to go across and check it out.
At that moment, a petite figure climbed over the low wall, swaying as if somewhat dizzy, and waved at little Otto.
“Hey, is this…
yours?”
The girl’s white hair was whiter than snow, and her blue eyes were as clear as the crystal-blue sky of the moment. New chapters come out on g.com first.
Her long hair was tied into braids, making her look neat, spirited, and lively.
She was dressed in a specially designed children’s version of a female cleric robe, which made her indescribably holy and cute.
A gentle breeze swept by, blowing the white hair on her forehead and allowing one to catch a glimpse of an unusual red mark on her smooth forehead.
The girl waved the undamaged model airplane in her hand at little Otto, then raised her hand to wipe away the tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes due to the pain, smiling cutely:
“My name is Kallen, Kallen Kaslana.
Did you make this thing?
It flew really, really high just now.”
Seeing this, Lucien, who had concealed his figure ever since little Kallen appeared, clicked his tongue in wonder.
To be hit on the head by such a big thing from such a high place, and to still be able to smile even while feeling dizzy.
As expected of Kallen, as expected of Kaslana; she really had something special.
…Wait, Kallen would later be clueless about anything other than food; could it be that she was made that way by being hit by this?
While Lucien was brainstorming over here, little Otto, who was facing little Kallen directly beside him, didn’t have it easy.
What little Kallen said sounded vaguely familiar to him; could she be here to take revenge after being hit?
After a brief hesitation, he nodded hesitantly, “Um, that airplane was made by me.”
“Wow…
You’re so amazing, you’ll definitely become a great inventor in the future!”
Saying that, little Kallen climbed over the wall and walked over to little Otto, completely unconcerned about the fact that he was sitting in a wheelchair, her eyes smiling.
“Great inventor, let’s be friends?
And then save the world together!”
Under the brilliant sunlight, the girl issued an invitation to the young child.
This silky smooth combination of validation and idealism was an absolute, unbeatable kill for someone with a void in their heart.
Yet little Otto at this moment didn’t feel like there was any vacancy in his heart.
Thinking of what someone had once said, he stared at little Kallen with his usual expression, “Why do you want to be friends with me?”
Was it because of his ability, because of her own needs, or both?
Little Otto guessed at the answer.
And little Kallen’s response was unexpected.
“Um, what’s your name?”
“Eh?
Otto, Otto Apocalypse.”
“I want to be friends with you because you are Otto.”
“…”
The future Immaculate Bishop stared blankly at the young Saint with a pure smile before him, feeling his long-since-filled heart receive a violent jolt.