Stray

The tunnel was hidden in the shadow of the giant tree. After staying in the muddy air of the tunnel for a while, the various smell in the breeze from outside became more intense. Water droplets dripped on the edge of the red mushrooms umbrella cover, rolled along like snails, then dissipated before falling to the ground, leaving a strong smell of fresh fungi. All kinds of greenery were mixed in one place, covering up the rotting dead leaves and insect shells and tree trunks scattered the ground.

Under the greenery, their footsteps made fine and crisp moist sound.

The attitude of the Bluebirds behind him was still alienated. Jesse Dylan’s status as an envoy may not really be that useful, or the Bluebirds didn’t want to end the status quo.

Nemo ignored the bad attitude of the Bluebirds. He walked forward in great strides, even if he didn’t know where he was going. He needed to find something for himself to do to relieve the anxiety that was rolling around as if there was a needle stabbing inside his heart. Nemo didn’t look at Ann, nor did he look at the Knight Commander. He stared at his steps and refused to look at any living thing.

Reality frustrated him. After getting the answer from Telaranea, he just wanted to believe that he was just a human with strange abilities. He could have attributed all the many mysteries to talent. Perhaps it was because the stars were aligned when he was born, or Zenni had accidentally sneeze at his mother and spattered stars on her, which comically gave him the ability to become immune to all damage from the Abyss, and leaving behind just the good. Even if he was out of control in the face of Witherspoon, he could push the reason to Bagelmaurus. It may have forgotten Witherspoon, or its memory could’ve flowed into him.

However, talent could explain his physique, strength, and even his ears, but it couldn’t bring him real knowledge. Nemo wished from the bottom of his heart that he only heard the birdsong but couldn’t understand the meaning behind those melodies.

Unfortunately, he could understand and Bagelmaurus and these birds were not related in any way, so he could no longer deceive himself.

Nemo stopped and fell into a fluttering confusion. Was this question really that important? He thought to himself that he could even face death calmly. In contrast, whether he was human or not was not a big problem. He’s not the only toy of fate. If Dylan didn’t lie, then the people of Vincent Town will face a more serious situation.

What was he so anxious about?