After returning to London, Carl and Cyril did not rush to find the so-called Mr. Raymondston to inquire about Green's whereabouts. Instead, they returned directly to their residence.
At this moment, there is no one else at home except the two of them.
Nina has not returned to London yet because she went to the mysterious research institute.
If nothing else, due to the long distance and other factors, Nina, the lovely maid, probably won't be back tonight.
Because he had gotten to know the maid before, Karl also knew where the things at home were stored.
He went directly to the closet and took out two pieces of bread and bacon. He returned to his living room with today's dinner.
"Are you coming?"
By this time, Ceryl had roughly made up the bed, and was sitting on it somewhat glumly, preparing to fall asleep.
"Okay, can't I apologize to you for what happened before?"
Passing the food in his hand, Karl immediately sat down next to Cyril and began to enjoy his dinner while leaning against this guy.
"Karl..."
"That's not what I care about."
Looking at the food in her hands with complicated eyes, Seliel said with a somewhat uneasy tone:
"Forget the fun between the two of us, the key issue now is the magic circle and the master behind it."
"How could I not understand..."
Taking a hard bite of bread, Karl's mood was actually not very stable now.
The fun they had with Cyril on the road was actually a tacit way for the two of them to relieve stress. It just made their spirits less tense than before.
In fact, today's experience has caused a lot of pressure on everyone.
The first thing to confirm was the problem with Karl. His universal plug-like physique was indeed created by someone behind the scenes.
For Karl, this means the mystery of his time travel, and to a certain extent, it also symbolizes whether someone is manipulating his activities in this world.
For Cyril, she is completely unable to understand this kind of thing that even the most powerful god cannot do. The fear of the unknown is also affecting the heart of this god.
Although she said she didn't need to eat, under this inexplicable pressure, Seliel opened her mouth subconsciously and ate all the food handed over by Karl like a hamster.
It wasn't until the moonlight just shone into their room through the window that the two of them lay on the bed in silence.
When he was about to fall asleep, Karl asked Selyl on a whim:
"Ceryl, do you remember what happened when you ran to the train station by yourself in Windermere?"
"Of course I remember. Why did you mention this suddenly?"
Cyril immediately answered Karl, and at the same time said with some worry:
"Karl, don't think blindly, let's..."
"alright."
Hearing that Cyril realized what she was about to say, Karl stretched out his arms and hugged the nervous god.
"I have no intention of risking my own life and letting you hide away by yourself."
"The reason for mentioning this is simple, just in case..."
"I mean what if, if we really encounter a being more difficult to deal with than Morrigan this time, do you want to die faster than me?"
Bang!
After hearing Karl's words, Cyril hit him in the chest without hesitation, making a very clear muffled sound.
Then she raised her head, looked at Karl with a flushed face and said:
"Don't be ridiculous, do you think I have experienced so many separations and separations in my life?"
"As long as I encounter an enemy that I can't handle, I will definitely leave you and run for my life."
"Don't hold on to the emerald slate and refuse to terminate the contract when the time comes, otherwise I will be buried with you!"
"Okay, okay, I will definitely let you live when the time comes."
"..."
There was a brief silence in the room for a few seconds, and then Cyril buried her head on Karl's chest again and said softly:
"Karl, good night."
"Good night, Ceryl."
"Mr. Carl, Miss Seriel."
"It's time for you to wake up."
At noon the next day, Nina, who returned from the mysterious research institute, unexpectedly found Karl and Ceryl still sleeping.
Picking up the quilt that had been kicked to the ground due to their indecent sleeping posture, the maid said in her usual gentle tone:
"I've prepared your lunch, come down quickly."
"I will dress myself today. Nina, go ahead and do your work. We will go down right away."
"Yes, sir."
"Then I'll clean up the kitchen first. Lunch will be placed on the table in the dining room."
Waking up from his sleep, Karl stood up while dealing with Nina.
Although Ceryl next to him has also woken up, this god doesn't seem to want to change his habit of staying in bed at all, so he is still curled up, hugging the pillow like a cat and refusing to open his eyes.
Hearing the sound of Nina closing the door and leaving, Karl looked at Ceryl next to him in a daze.
The conversation last night is still vivid in my mind, as if it happened just a second ago.
While putting on his clothes, Karl's thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the past.
Speaking of which, Cyril's relationship with him has become so good...
I still remember that when they first met, they were really incompatible enemies. This guy was trying his best to terminate the contract with me, and I was constantly thinking about ways to kill this guy.
But what now?
In order to help Cyril deal with her old enemy, Karl voluntarily gave up his good life and ran to Africa with this guy. He even fought head-on with a true god on earth, and in the end almost completed the feat of killing the god while losing his life.
And what about Ceryl?
When Carl was about to die and his old enemy was already dead.
In order to save Karl's life, she actually took the initiative to sign the contract between the two again, thus losing her freedom again. Later, when repairing Karl's body, she even took out her own divine origin, and finally changed
It was Karl who was in a vegetative state and struggled to survive on the battlefield until now.
From incompatible enemies to this life-and-death relationship, the feelings between people are really difficult to define.
Pushing Cyril's smooth back with some emotion, Karl said like a parent asking his children to get up for school:
"Get up soon, the sun is shining on your butt."
"Wake up who is the pig!"
Reluctantly refuting Karl, Cyril held on to the pillow harder.
Under her movements, the already messy sheets became even more twisted.
With strong dissatisfaction in his tone, the god continued:
"We chose this room as the living room, isn't it because it doesn't get the morning sun?"