"Huh???"
Jolian seemed to think of something. She pulled open the collar of her coat and looked inside. As expected, there was a black swimsuit in sight.
"Okay, I see."
She withdrew her hand, still looking as plain as ever.
After all, when she was an android, she didn't have clothes either.
Surely... no one would have wild thoughts about a piece of iron, right?
"Ah~ I thought you'd be shy." Lady Vesir's eyes were covered by a lace blindfold, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking, but her gentle tone was full of kindness.
But was this kindness perhaps a bit excessive?
"They'll probably be making a ruckus for a while. I'll take you to your room to rest first."
After saying that, she lifted the hem of her skirt with one hand and grabbed the baby carriage with the other, then walked upstairs gracefully.
Jolian followed her footsteps. But when she reached the corner of the stairs, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine.
She turned her head and just met a pair of purple - gray eyes.
Her master had long platinum - blond hair and was wearing a white body - hugging dress. The collar was very revealing, and the black lace inside could be faintly seen...
But that wasn't the most eye - catching thing. What attracted people the most was probably her long legs wrapped in black stockings.
"Very beautiful, sexy, and dangerous..." This was Jolian's first impression of her.
Seemingly noticing her gaze, the girl with platinum - blond hair took out a pair of glasses from her pocket and put them on. The chill that Jolian felt disappeared.
"Jo, come on, be careful not to get lost and not find your room." Lady Vesir turned around and happened to see this scene.
"Sigh, two poor kids."
Jolian didn't hear the lady's last words. She retracted her gaze and followed her to the original owner's room.
"Jo, you can make do here for a few days. After this matter calms down, everything will be fine."
Lady Vesir carried the broken chair out.
Sometimes you really don't know whether to say Jolian is lucky or unlucky.
Because on the day the guild was attacked, the destruction started from above her room.
If she hadn't been out on a commission and not in the guild, she might really have gotten hurt.
But if you say she's lucky... that doesn't seem quite right either. So many people were out working, yet she was the one who was attacked, and when she came back, her 'home' was gone?
Sigh... it's really unbearable to look at...
"Okay."
Jolian looked up at her "open - air mansion" and for a moment didn't know what to say.
This was probably what humans called being speechless...
She watched as the lady closed the door and left. Then, a few seconds later, the door fell straight onto the floor.
It was as if this was some kind of signal. After a soft sound, all the furniture in her room, except the bed, collapsed.
"..."
Jolian, with a face full of black lines, propped the door up and put it back in the door frame. As for whether to repair it later... she wasn't quite able to.
It wasn't that she didn't know how to repair it, but she didn't dare to touch the tools in the room randomly. After all, the original owner was an alchemist. God knows what those things were.
She somewhat resignedly lay down on the only bed that hadn't collapsed, looking up at the sky that seemed within reach.
Everything that happened today... That's a little weird, huh?
She, who used to be an android, actually had a gender one day and was controlling a flesh - and - blood body!
As for whether she was still in the original world, she didn't care.
Because... the mission of Number Zero had been completed, or rather, Number Zero had perished in the cosmic exploration.
Now the one alive was the new Jolian!
She thought this way, deceiving herself, but always felt that something was missing?
Was it the meaning of existence?
Just then, a sudden stabbing pain came from her brain for no reason.
A strange piece of text slowly emerged in her mind.
[The disgusting roaring music plays a solo under the shattered sky. On the road leading to the end, it's crawling with rotten maggots]
[Shake, tremble! Fear is their best breeding ground! I tear open the shell of humanity and achieve immortality!]
Jolian gripped the bed sheet tightly. Her slender waist was bending at an incredible angle.
She was in so much pain that she wanted to cry out, but when she opened her mouth, no sound came out.
Then, her body began to tear, with wounds the size of a palm appearing.
However, instead of blood flowing out, scarlet eyeballs grew out of them.
At this moment, she was like a monster covered in eyes all over her body, exuding an air of eeriness and evil...
"Boom!"
The only undamaged bed, as if it could no longer bear her weight, exploded on the spot, along with the floor.
Jolian fell directly into the room downstairs, and those strange eyes closed quietly, as if they had never appeared.
"You... " Yimansha stared blankly at Jolian, who was almost naked and had fallen into her arms from upstairs. There was an indescribable emotion hidden in her purple - gray eyes.
Then, she raised her right hand and slowly pinched the latter's neck. A piercing chill filled the entire room.
"Ugh... " Jolian grabbed her wrist, struggling painfully. She felt that her throat was slowly freezing.
Just then, the ring on her right hand seemed to sense something.
It suddenly tightened, and the barbs like thorns cut through Jolian's fingers.
A large amount of blood gushed out like a tide, quickly covering her entire right arm.
Seeing this, Yimansha's expression suddenly became a bit desolate. She withdrew her hand:
"Even without any memories, you still use this thing specifically designed to deal with me?"
"Cough, cough... " Jolian covered her neck, looking at her in confusion. Her black - red right hand had returned to normal.
Yimansha gently stroked the wrist that had just been grabbed by Jolian. There were several finger marks there, as if burned by a branding iron.
"I didn't know this thing would hurt you... "
Jolian said calmly, without any anger from being suddenly attacked. Instead, she was secretly guessing the relationship between Yimansha and the original owner.
But before she could finish speaking, Yimansha leaned in again and raised her right hand to reach for her neck once more.
"What do you want to do?" Jolian grabbed her hand. Yimansha didn't struggle but gently held hers instead.
Staring into her scarlet eyes, she said in a somewhat lazy tone:
"Don't move if you don't want to die for no reason... "
Then, she took Jolian's hand and put the back of her hand against the other's neck. A stream of ice - blue magic slowly flowed back into her hand.
Jolian didn't know what she was doing, but her throat felt much more comfortable. There was no longer the strange feeling as if there were ice shards in it.
The two of them maintained this posture. Although there was no immediate danger, Jolian still couldn't let down her guard and quietly sized up the girl with purple - gray eyes.
Huh? Her tattoo... its color and position...
Seemed to be the same as hers?
Yimansha seemed to notice her gaze. The hand that was free directly pulled down the clothes on that side:
"Remember? You imprinted this on me back then."