Chapter 21
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Squatting Eagle was happily playing when she asked a question he wasn't ready for:
-What kind of backing do you have?
This question was sharp, but he managed to not be overwhelmed his emotions, and quite quickly, he reached the same conclusion as usual: it would be better for them if they didn't even know I existed.
He kept his usual dumb face, and said the truth, just omitting the details:
-Up there.
Tanya seemed to be thinking about it, and Squatting Eagle didn't want her to so he immediately acted as usual:
-Everyone! We'll end today's training there!
And he had the mecha pass the finish line.
They were instantly teleported out of there, without having the time to react, disappearing of his sight.
He was the only one who wasn't, and, as a matter of fact, as someone of his standing, he couldn't take the risk of using low-quality teleporters like commoners do.
He took a device out of one of his pocket. At the moment he was about to use it, a voice sounded. It seemed to be coming from the sky:
-Immortal Eydis…
Eydis looked up. This voice seemed to have a serious tone but…
-Do you FUCKING know how hard it is to CLEAN YOUR MESS???
It was even more extravagant than its interlocutor!
-He he, sorry, my bad, really.
Eydis answered while scratching his head.
-Well, anyway gotta go, and this is the last time, okay? Do nothing that might anger them more than necessary!
The voice faded away.
Eydis sighed, he was finally gone, after this strong voice, there seemed to be a blank.
-Oh, and by the way, I forgot to tell you, but Ydeis is looking for you!
This time, the voice was really gone.
Eydis stopped looking up and instead cast his eyes on the device on his hands.
Ydeis was in the holy city, so he had to get there. Anyway, it's not like he had anything to do anymore here.
Before teleporting back "up there", he talked to himself.
-Sorry, Tanya… It's better like that.
He left, leaving the empty dungeon that was slowly returning back to its primary form: a desert.
[…]*
Tanya was in her room.
She heard someone knocking on the door.
She quickly hid what she was doing and walked to it.
She opened, and she saw someone on her doorstep:
-Miss Green?
-Yes?
The man before her didn't move, but she felt a sting on her neck.
Her sight became blurred as she slowly fell into darkness.
Her last vision before falling unconscious was the man's white and perfectly clean shoes.
[…]
Tanya was in her room.
She was trying to remember what happened the past few months.
She couldn't.
She didn't have any memory.
None.
Out of frustration, she punched her mirror, breaking its glass and scorching her right hand in passing.
A useless action can sometimes bear fruits, as she actually found something behind it.
There were a few white papers** on which were written things about some guy named Squatting Eagle. The last one was more erratic and related some kind mecha strange thing. It finished by "Someone's knocking on the door, I'm going to open".
She considered for a moment that it was her who wrote it, but after thinking for a while, she discarded this idea.
This was probably an enemy of the nation trying to make her believe that the beloved immortals who created them would erase her memories.
She wouldn't fall into that trap.
She immediately gathered the papers, and set off toward the closer temple.
Before entering, she took off her shoes, and put it among the others ones at the entrance.***
There were black, gray, and even a beautiful white pair of shoes.
She went to the priest office, knocked on the door.
Someone answered:
-Enter.
She entered and saw the reassuring face of the high priest.
-Oh, Miss Green, how are you?
-May the immortals bless you, High Priest.
-What matter are you here for?
-High Priest, someone forcefully erased my memories of the past few months.
The High Priest gives her a surprised look:
-Not replaced, erased?
Tanya misunderstood his surprise and continued:
-Yes, High Priest, I didn't understand why myself at first. But, later, I found false documents on which my writing is imitated. These are certainly to lead me to believe that my memories were erased on the order of an Immortal.
The High Priest smiled warmly and said:
-You did well. Come, I'll accompany you back to your room.
While leaving, Tanya looked at the High Priest feet with astonishment:
-These shoes are yours, High Priest?
He simply smiled, leading Tanya to ask herself even more questions.
Weren't white clothes only attributed to people having done great deeds for an immortal? What did he do in the past few months she lost?
...
...
*I could've ended the chapter there, but it was really not fair for you readers to not only get 300 words to read, but late, so I kept writing a bit, to make a correct ending (and almost thrice the chapter length). So yeah, basically, the "happy end" was cancelled while I was writing this chapter. This may seems to not be a veritable end, but I don't want the mc to emancipate at all from the Immortals. And in this case, there is not much to write apart that she'll die or know succeed riding, so this bitter end is better.
**Like last chapter, in my first novel, I would have said "She found a white loli- hum, white paper" with some kind of explanation that doesn't ruin the joke from the mc's mind because the paper is white, white = shiro in Japanese = one of the two mc in no game no life, who's a beautiful loli!
***I took this from the muslims for the story's sake. Sorry for those who believed that I wasn't, I'm not a believer in any religion. I'm not atheist too, I'm the kind of guy to say: Anyway if there's a god or not, we'll know once we're dead right?
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Squatting Eagle was happily playing when she asked a question he wasn't ready for:
-What kind of backing do you have?
This question was sharp, but he managed to not be overwhelmed his emotions, and quite quickly, he reached the same conclusion as usual: it would be better for them if they didn't even know I existed.
He kept his usual dumb face, and said the truth, just omitting the details:
-Up there.
Tanya seemed to be thinking about it, and Squatting Eagle didn't want her to so he immediately acted as usual:
-Everyone! We'll end today's training there!
And he had the mecha pass the finish line.
They were instantly teleported out of there, without having the time to react, disappearing of his sight.
He was the only one who wasn't, and, as a matter of fact, as someone of his standing, he couldn't take the risk of using low-quality teleporters like commoners do.
He took a device out of one of his pocket. At the moment he was about to use it, a voice sounded. It seemed to be coming from the sky:
-Immortal Eydis…
Eydis looked up. This voice seemed to have a serious tone but…
-Do you FUCKING know how hard it is to CLEAN YOUR MESS???
It was even more extravagant than its interlocutor!
-He he, sorry, my bad, really.
Eydis answered while scratching his head.
-Well, anyway gotta go, and this is the last time, okay? Do nothing that might anger them more than necessary!
The voice faded away.
Eydis sighed, he was finally gone, after this strong voice, there seemed to be a blank.
-Oh, and by the way, I forgot to tell you, but Ydeis is looking for you!
This time, the voice was really gone.
Eydis stopped looking up and instead cast his eyes on the device on his hands.
Ydeis was in the holy city, so he had to get there. Anyway, it's not like he had anything to do anymore here.
Before teleporting back "up there", he talked to himself.
-Sorry, Tanya… It's better like that.
He left, leaving the empty dungeon that was slowly returning back to its primary form: a desert.
[…]*
Tanya was in her room.
She heard someone knocking on the door.
She quickly hid what she was doing and walked to it.
She opened, and she saw someone on her doorstep:
-Miss Green?
-Yes?
The man before her didn't move, but she felt a sting on her neck.
Her sight became blurred as she slowly fell into darkness.
Her last vision before falling unconscious was the man's white and perfectly clean shoes.
[…]
Tanya was in her room.
She was trying to remember what happened the past few months.
She couldn't.
She didn't have any memory.
None.
Out of frustration, she punched her mirror, breaking its glass and scorching her right hand in passing.
A useless action can sometimes bear fruits, as she actually found something behind it.
There were a few white papers** on which were written things about some guy named Squatting Eagle. The last one was more erratic and related some kind mecha strange thing. It finished by "Someone's knocking on the door, I'm going to open".
She considered for a moment that it was her who wrote it, but after thinking for a while, she discarded this idea.
This was probably an enemy of the nation trying to make her believe that the beloved immortals who created them would erase her memories.
She wouldn't fall into that trap.
She immediately gathered the papers, and set off toward the closer temple.
Before entering, she took off her shoes, and put it among the others ones at the entrance.***
There were black, gray, and even a beautiful white pair of shoes.
She went to the priest office, knocked on the door.
Someone answered:
-Enter.
She entered and saw the reassuring face of the high priest.
-Oh, Miss Green, how are you?
-May the immortals bless you, High Priest.
-What matter are you here for?
-High Priest, someone forcefully erased my memories of the past few months.
The High Priest gives her a surprised look:
-Not replaced, erased?
Tanya misunderstood his surprise and continued:
-Yes, High Priest, I didn't understand why myself at first. But, later, I found false documents on which my writing is imitated. These are certainly to lead me to believe that my memories were erased on the order of an Immortal.
The High Priest smiled warmly and said:
-You did well. Come, I'll accompany you back to your room.
While leaving, Tanya looked at the High Priest feet with astonishment:
-These shoes are yours, High Priest?
He simply smiled, leading Tanya to ask herself even more questions.
Weren't white clothes only attributed to people having done great deeds for an immortal? What did he do in the past few months she lost?
...
...
*I could've ended the chapter there, but it was really not fair for you readers to not only get 300 words to read, but late, so I kept writing a bit, to make a correct ending (and almost thrice the chapter length). So yeah, basically, the "happy end" was cancelled while I was writing this chapter. This may seems to not be a veritable end, but I don't want the mc to emancipate at all from the Immortals. And in this case, there is not much to write apart that she'll die or know succeed riding, so this bitter end is better.
**Like last chapter, in my first novel, I would have said "She found a white loli- hum, white paper" with some kind of explanation that doesn't ruin the joke from the mc's mind because the paper is white, white = shiro in Japanese = one of the two mc in no game no life, who's a beautiful loli!
***I took this from the muslims for the story's sake. Sorry for those who believed that I wasn't, I'm not a believer in any religion. I'm not atheist too, I'm the kind of guy to say: Anyway if there's a god or not, we'll know once we're dead right?
Squatting Eagle was happily playing when she asked a question he wasn't ready for:-What kind of backing do you have?This question was sharp, but he managed to not be overwhelmed his emotions, and quite quickly, he reached the same conclusion as usual: it would be better for them if they didn't even know I existed.He kept his usual dumb face, and said the truth, just omitting the details:-Up there.Tanya seemed to be thinking about it, and Squatting Eagle didn't want her to so he immediately acted as usual:-Everyone! We'll end today's training there!And he had the mecha pass the finish line.They were instantly teleported out of there, without having the time to react, disappearing of his sight.He was the only one who wasn't, and, as a matter of fact, as someone of his standing, he couldn't take the risk of using low-quality teleporters like commoners do.He took a device out of one of his pocket. At the moment he was about to use it, a voice sounded. It seemed to be coming from the sky:-Immortal EydisEydis looked up. This voice seemed to have a serious tone but-Do you FUCKING know how hard it is to CLEAN YOUR MESS???It was even more extravagant than its interlocutor!-He he, sorry, my bad, really.Eydis answered while scratching his head.-Well, anyway gotta go, and this is the last time, okay? Do nothing that might anger them more than necessary!The voice faded away.Eydis sighed, he was finally gone, after this strong voice, there seemed to be a blank.-Oh, and by the way, I forgot to tell you, but Ydeis is looking for you!This time, the voice was really gone.Eydis stopped looking up and instead cast his eyes on the device on his hands.Ydeis was in the holy city, so he had to get there. Anyway, it's not like he had anything to do anymore here.Before teleporting back "up there", he talked to himself.-Sorry, Tanya It's better like that.He left, leaving the empty dungeon that was slowly returning back to its primary form: a desert.*Tanya was in her room.She heard someone knocking on the door.She quickly hid what she was doing and walked to it.She opened, and she saw someone on her doorstep:-Miss Green?-Yes?The man before her didn't move, but she felt a sting on her neck.Her sight became blurred as she slowly fell into darkness.Her last vision before falling unconscious was the man's white and perfectly clean shoes.Tanya was in her room.She was trying to remember what happened the past few months.She couldn't.She didn't have any memory.None.Out of frustration, she punched her mirror, breaking its glass and scorching her right hand in passing.A useless action can sometimes bear fruits, as she actually found something behind it.There were a few white papers** on which were written things about some guy named Squatting Eagle. The last one was more erratic and related some kind mecha strange thing. It finished by "Someone's knocking on the door, I'm going to open".She considered for a moment that it was her who wrote it, but after thinking for a while, she discarded this idea.This was probably an enemy of the nation trying to make her believe that the beloved immortals who created them would erase her memories.She wouldn't fall into that trap.She immediately gathered the papers, and set off toward the closer temple.Before entering, she took off her shoes, and put it among the others ones at the entrance.***There were black, gray, and even a beautiful white pair of shoes.She went to the priest office, knocked on the door.Someone answered:-Enter.She entered and saw the reassuring face of the high priest.-Oh, Miss Green, how are you?-May the immortals bless you, High Priest.-What matter are you here for?-High Priest, someone forcefully erased my memories of the past few months.The High Priest gives her a surprised look:-Not replaced, erased?Tanya misunderstood his surprise and continued:-Yes, High Priest, I didn't understand why myself at first. But, later, I found false documents on which my writing is imitated. These are certainly to lead me to believe that my memories were erased on the order of an Immortal.The High Priest smiled warmly and said:-You did well. Come, I'll accompany you back to your room.While leaving, Tanya looked at the High Priest feet with astonishment:-These shoes are yours, High Priest?He simply smiled, leading Tanya to ask herself even more questions.Weren't white clothes only attributed to people having done great deeds for an immortal? What did he do in the past few months she lost?......*I could've ended the chapter there, but it was really not fair for you readers to not only get 300 words to read, but late, so I kept writing a bit, to make a correct ending and almost thrice the chapter length. So yeah, basically, the "happy end" was cancelled while I was writing this chapter. This may seems to not be a veritable end, but I don't want the mc to emancipate at all from the Immortals. And in this case, there is not much to write apart that she'll die or know succeed riding, so this bitter end is better.**Like last chapter, in my first novel, I would have said "She found a white loli- hum, white paper" with some kind of explanation that doesn't ruin the joke from the mc's mind because the paper is white, white = shiro in Japanese = one of the two mc in no game no life, who's a beautiful loli!***I took this from the muslims for the story's sake. Sorry for those who believed that I wasn't, I'm not a believer in any religion. I'm not atheist too, I'm the kind of guy to say: Anyway if there's a god or not, we'll know once we're dead right?
