Outside a certain "world" that was about to be deflected, a "place" that could only be defined as "darkness" through human cognition made such a sound.
There is no "light" and no "things" there, and it is a realm where "common sense" cannot exist.
——"Hidden World".
"It" is called so by the "figure" who temporarily stayed here.
"...Hehe, it seems that the "plan" has some unexpected deviations~"
"'Empress', is that something worth being happy about?"
One of the voices asked rhetorically.
"'Seng Zheng', what do you think?"
"Well...it shouldn't be any one of 'us', but it is a fact that 'her' influence on the 'world' cannot be corrected."
"Oh, there really are people who have reached the realm of the 'Demon God' in a place unknown to 'us', but are willing to give up everything and enter the 'Chessboard'."
Although there was a deviation in "understanding", "they" still made a "judgment".
In other words, there has been an unknowable impact on the "big picture".
"Then, let's 'observe' the changes in the 'world' for the time being. If it's just an 'accident', it doesn't matter if we follow the original 'plan'."
"After all, it's still early 'time'."
The conversation ends here.
After reaching an agreement, these "figures" were naturally too lazy to gather together and began to leave in twos and threes.
Although "they" are all curious about the being who chose to descend from "god" to "human", the other person seems to have used a special method to shield his "destiny".
But as long as "she" is still on this "chessboard", "they" will eventually find out.
The girl with long blond curly hair wearing a woolen hat and scarf was walking on the snow-covered path, heading towards her destination.
It was December, and this small town in Northern Europe, located on the west coast of Sweden, naturally could not escape the baptism of wind and snow, and was covered with a layer of silver frost.
Thick snow evenly covers the buildings on both sides of the street, looking like beautiful oil paintings from a distance, showing the northern style in winter.
"call……"
"It's already this point..."
The biting cold wind blew across her cheeks, and the girl let out a breath of cold air and glanced at the clock on her right hand.
I have been staying in this "foreign country" for almost fourteen years. In a way, time is really not a "valuable" thing.
"Oh, isn't this the sister of the Severon family? She is as cute as ever today!"
When passing by a dessert shop, the store manager who was cleaning the sign happened to see a regular customer and couldn't help but say hello warmly.
"...Well, speaking of that little Fremia, it seems that she asked me to bring a gift back..."
Selectively ignoring the second half of the store manager's 'pleasant words', the girl who whispered to herself stopped hesitantly in her eyes.
She actually doesn't like sweets very much, but the 'little chocolate star' at home relies on these things to replenish her energy every day.
For the sake of his sister's teeth, someone had to...
Having firmed up some kind of 'consciousness', the girl named 'Flanda Severon' took steps forward.
"I'm back... Yui, did Fremia eat her lunch properly?"
Putting the dessert box on the shelf at the door, Flanda, who was changing her shoes, shouted into the house.
As the trotting sound of "Pap-Pap-Pap" sounded, the "doll" carved in the same mold as Flanders ran out happily, followed by an existence like an elf in a fairy tale.
"Welcome back! Sister! Meow~"
The little girl named 'Fremia Severon' seemed to be politely greeting her sister, but her eyes had already slipped aside as she habitually talked about her tongue licks that she didn't know where she learned from.
on the shelf.
What was placed there was her favorite chocolate cake.
Stopping her sister who was restlessly stretching out her little hands to act cute, Flanda turned her inquiring gaze to the [angel] that had been reborn as her, summoned by her to take care of Fremia's 'daughter'.
"Ahaha... I have eaten everything else, but there are still a lot of vegetables left..."
Sitting on 'Mom's' shoulder, the small virtual elf smiled awkwardly.
"No! Most of them were eaten!"
Mixed with the strange way of speaking, Fremia screamed like a kitten with explosive hair.
This was also her sister's request. Just half a year ago, Flanda suddenly began to teach Fremia the language of a certain island country, as if she was preparing for something.
"That's good."
Not believing poor Fremia's reassurance, Flanda walked into the room holding a cake under her sister's "desperate" gaze.
If one had to use one sentence to describe someone's recent rebirth in this life, it would probably be no more concise and clear than the eight words "a sister and a house, both parents are dead".
In other words, since she regained consciousness, she has basically not seen her parents in this life several times.
It wasn't until the news of their deaths came back a few years ago that Flanda knew that these two people were doing the job of dancing on the tip of a gun.
If you really want to count it out, Fremia can be said to have been brought up by her single hand.
But Frenda, who was busy 'preparing for work' every day, didn't have time to take care of the children all the time, so she summoned Yui to help when she was not at home.
And the existence of Yui was also fooled by Frenda in the name of 'technology'. Anyway, only they can see it. Fremia is just a stay-at-home person, not to mention that there is [Academy City], the most important place.
A useful shield.
As for her "system" and "missions", they have all been canceled by a certain little goddess. According to the god, 'you don't need those anymore, just survive until the end of time'.
It seems that they have decided to completely adopt a free-range attitude.
But whether it will be 'smooth' or not, even if her 'ability' is slowly 'adapting' to this place, is completely unknown.
You know, the 'ceiling' of this world is very high...
…
"...Eh?! We're moving, nya?!"
With the cream that had just been left on her lips, Fremia screamed in surprise when she heard a certain decision.
For an eight-year-old girl who was dependent on her sister, it was natural for her to follow Flanda wherever she went.
Even if she had to leave her hometown all of a sudden, she still couldn't bear to leave this little harbor...
"Well... don't worry, it's a very 'interesting' place."
Sitting on the other side of the table with her face raised, Flanda's eyes moved to the two forms she placed next to the sofa, and her smile was somewhat meaningful.
That is, an application form to go to "Academy City". (To be continued)