Okay.
I Can.
I’ll Learn.
22: Demiurge: Save Xian Ling?
Okay.
I Can.
I’ll Learn.
Chapter 22: Demiurge: Save Xian Ling?
Okay.
I Can.
I’ll Learn.
Meanwhile, on Xian Ling’s Worldline, within the Tomb of the Nameless Titan in Amphoreus.
“Goodbye.
Little Sweetie.”
The young sprout of Remembrance stared blankly at the place where Cyrene had disappeared and murmured to herself.
According to her observations, it would still be a very, very long time before she saw Little Sweetie again…
Although she had done everything she could to make Little Sweetie stay, Demiurge’s control over her abilities was still very weak during this period.
Even after exhausting all her strength, she could only extend Cyrene’s time here by a little.
“Little Sweetie.
Left.
Until next time.
I see Little Sweetie.
I still need.
To wait.”
Demiurge, who had already transformed into a Little Fairy, rummaged around with her tiny paws.
Sometimes, when Cyrene wasn’t around, she would dig out the records or stories Cyrene had previously left her and revisit them.
This time, however…
something seemed to have changed slightly.
A flash of light seemed to pass by, yet it also seemed as though nothing had happened.
In any case, a faint pink phantom once again condensed before Demiurge.
The pink Little Fairy twitched her ears and sniffed gently, seemingly unable to comprehend this sudden visitor.
“Are you.
Little Sweetie?”
“Feel.
A little bigger.
But smell.
Is Little Sweetie.
Big Sweetie.”
“Hehe…
So there was once a time when I was this adorable…”
Looking at the Little Fairy’s innocent and adorable appearance, the pink phantom let out a soft laugh.
“You can think of me as Little Sweetie too, except I’m a Little Sweetie from another world…
This time, I’ve brought you a gift.”
“A gift?
Big Sweetie gives.
A gift.
Little Fairy.
Happy.”
Under the Little Fairy’s gaze, a tiny sphere of light crossed the divide between illusion and reality and descended before her.
“Unfortunately, the time I can remain here without being discovered is limited, so I can’t personally teach you how to use this memory…”
“Still, there isn’t really anything to teach.
I’m fairly confident in you when it comes to this…
Whenever you have nothing else to do, try touching this sphere of light.
I wish you success soon♪”
“Huh?
Big Sweetie.
Left too.
Even faster.
Than Little Sweetie.”
Demiurge looked at the sphere of light before her and curiously extended a paw, seemingly wanting to pat it.
However…
“What place.
Is this?”
Demiurge was somewhat confused.
After all, her current viewpoint seemed considerably higher than her usual one.
The difference was as great as the difference between Chrydella’s own viewpoint and her viewpoint when Haisein picked her up.
“Little Sweetie.
Seems to have said.
This is.
The Divine Temple?”
Demiurge instinctively extended a paw, wanting to pat something.
However, what entered her vision was a fair and tender little hand—she immediately recognized it as Little Sweetie’s hand.
“Huh?
I became.
Little Sweetie?”
“This place.
Seems to be.
A memory.”
“Is it.
Big Sweetie’s.
Memory?”
“Little Fairy.
Doesn’t understand.”
Before Demiurge could recover from her confusion, she discovered that she had inexplicably begun moving.
“Why am I.
Moving?”
“Oh.
I understand.
So that’s.
How it is.” After carefully sensing it, Demiurge, who often experienced Cyrene’s memories, instantly understood everything.
This was similar to the perspective from which she had viewed memories in the past, except it had become first-person.
If she didn’t interfere, the memory would continue developing on its own—but unlike Cyrene’s memories, the memory Big Sweetie had sent seemed to allow Demiurge to interfere with it.
In other words, it was what people commonly called…
an open-world adventure game that automatically progressed through the main story.
At that moment, a petite, white-haired figure appeared on a chair not far from Demiurge.
“Cyrene~”
…
Some time later, Demiurge’s figure reappeared in her original position within the Great Tomb with a plop.
However, she didn’t seem to care about the pain at all.
Or rather, there was clearly something else that concerned her far more.
“Big Sweetie.
Succeeded.
Iron Tomb.
Bad person.
Was driven away.”
“But.
Did she really.
Succeed?”
“Xian Ling.
Can’t come back.
Little Fairy.
Feels uncomfortable…”
At this time, Demiurge still couldn’t fully understand what sadness was.
She only felt uncomfortable all over.
However, she understood love.
She had learned love from Cyrene, and she had also felt that same emotion from Xian Ling within the memory.
“Xian Ling.
Loves me.
But I couldn’t.
Protect her.”
“She.
Protected.
Little Fairy.”
“It would be nice. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
If I could.
Try again…”
As though it had heard Demiurge’s wish, the sphere of light shone once again.
“Huh?
What.
Happened?”
The Little Fairy extended a paw and gently touched the sphere of light.
Another familiar flash swept past, and the ripples of Remembrance once again drew Demiurge into the memory.
“This is.
The Divine Temple!”
A hint of delight entered Demiurge’s voice.
“I’m.
Back again!”
“This time.
I will definitely.
Protect you.”
With that thought, Demiurge hurriedly attempted to control Cyrene’s body.
Although this was Big Sweetie’s memory, Big Sweetie was also a little too foolish.
This time, Demiurge would personally take action.
Now that she already knew the plot, she would definitely succeed in saving Xian Ling!
The familiar figure once again appeared on the bench within the Divine Temple, right on time.
Demiurge immediately controlled Cyrene and ran over with a pitter-patter.
“Xian Ling.
You’re not allowed.
To turn yourself.
Into Little Sweetie!”
“…?”
Xian Ling, who had just been about to call out to Cyrene within the memory, revealed obvious confusion.
This Cyrene…
seemed a little foolish?
…
“Once again, I failed…”
Demiurge’s figure appeared within the Great Tomb once again.
Perhaps because she was no longer satisfied with merely being a spectator this time, Demiurge, who had personally entered the scene, was successfully mistaken by the Xian Ling within the memory for…
A Cyrene who had become foolish because of the butterfly effect caused by the Memory Stealers.
The enraged Xian Ling then ripped out the innards of those Memory Stealers and chopped them down to the molecular level.
In any case, under the instruction of the Xian Ling within the memory, Demiurge’s speech finally became somewhat smoother.
At the very least, she learned how to use punctuation properly.
Unfortunately, she still failed to save Xian Ling.
The other girl still chose without hesitation to sacrifice herself for Cyrene.
In fact, because Demiurge had personally spent time with Xian Ling this time, she felt even more uncomfortable after returning to the Great Tomb.
“Should I, try, again?”
“Huh?
Wait, Little Sweetie, is here.”
Just as Demiurge was preparing to enter the ripples again, she suddenly sensed the Great Tomb opening once more.
Then, her eyes lit up.
“That’s right, Little Sweetie, is smart.
I can, ask Little Sweetie!”
“Little Sweetie has experienced, so many stories.
She must know, how to write, a good ending!”
“Um…
But, Little Sweetie, can’t hear me speak.”
“It’s okay.
I can learn.
Xian Ling said, I’m very powerful…
As long as I can defeat Iron Tomb, I can, save Xian Ling.”
“First step of the plan: find a way, to communicate, with Little Sweetie!”
In a corner unknown to anyone, Demiurge, the first sapient being, ignited her fighting spirit.
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T/N: If you spot mistranslation, do tell me.
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